Spicy Bonus Scene – B&N Paperback SE

Hi all! This was originally posted as free-to-read on my Patreon page, but since they’re being weird about it, I decided to cross-post all the bonus scenes to my website as well.

Oh, and if you’re like “WTF is she talking about?” – the special editions of my books come with six-month exclusivity clauses. Once those expire, I am cleared to post them for people to read for free. So this is the one from the Barnes & Noble Paperback Special Edition of Lights Out. It’s Aly’s first appearance in one of Josh’s videos.

Enjoy!

Josh

“Babe?” I called through the bedroom door.

Silence.

“You doing okay in there?” My voice was sing-song, taunting, because I couldn’t help myself.

Aly’s muttered response was too quiet for me to catch the words but loud enough that she clearly felt salty about losing.

“A bet is a bet,” I reminded her.

“I still think you cheated,” she called through the door.

“Oh, I cheated? I wasn’t the one who skipped the gym to relive their glory days as a track star leading up to the chase. If anything, you tried to cheat.”

The door swung open. “Don’t even pull that bullshit with me. This is the ‘but technically you stalked me first’ conversation all over again, and I’m not having it, Joshua.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, her glare sharp enough to cut. I probably should have been worried that she’d just used my full name and we might be on the brink of a real argument—I had absolutely cheated, and she knew it and just hadn’t figured out how I’d done it yet—but how the fuck was I supposed to have a serious conversation with her when she was dressed like that?

Heeled leather boots. Fishnet stockings. A teeny-tiny black pleated skirt. And a white crop top, ripped in places. Her long hair fell in waves over her shoulders. She’d smeared the stage blood over her neck and chest like I’d requested and taken creative license by spreading it over her tits as well. She looked like something out of a horror movie—the last living victim.

My victim.

I braced my hands overhead on the doorframe, flexing just a little when Aly’s eyes reluctantly traced my muscles, and her glare began to soften, her body betraying her as her arms uncrossed and fell to her sides. Leaning down, I met her gaze, doing nothing to disguise what the sight of her in that getup was doing to me. “You didn’t seem all that concerned
with me cheating when I was balls-deep inside you on the riverbank.”

Aly shuddered, her eyelids nearly fluttering shut at the memory. Of me, fucking into her from behind, her clothes just as torn as they were now, mud smeared over both of us, her spine arched, and her hips slamming back to meet every ruthless thrust. I couldn’t wait to take her to the woods and hunt her down again, and I could tell from the way her annoyed expression was shifting into something hungry that I wasn’t the only one ready for more primal play.

“I was . . . distracted,” she said.

I leaned closer, dropping my voice. “Is that what you were?”

She nodded, her brown eyes bottomless in the dim light. It was nine o’clock at night, the cats were asleep, curled up together on the foot of our bed behind Aly, and I had almost everything in the spare room set up for us to start filming.

“Getting cold feet, Cappellucci?” I asked, so ready for the day when I could teasingly call her Hammond instead. She was going to make a beautiful bride.

“No,” she said, a steely look entering her eyes. “A bet is a bet.”

I pushed off the doorframe and stepped aside. “Then let’s do this.”

She strode past me, closing the cats in the bedroom so they wouldn’t disturb us—if we didn’t shut them in like this, they had a habit of standing together right outside of whichever door we’d closed for privacy during Mommy-Daddy time and taking turns loudly meowing to be let in. We thought it was bad enough when only Fred harassed us, but he was quickly teaching Maud all his bad habits, and soon, there would be no peace in this household.

Secretly, I loved it. And I was pretty sure Aly did, too.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?” she called over her shoulder.

I stared after her, unable to answer because with every step, her micro-skirt swished up just enough that I caught the barest glimpse of ass cheek, and suddenly all I could think about was the feel of that taut flesh between my teeth as I bit into it.

“Josh?”

I lifted my gaze to see her half-turned toward me, a taunting look in her eye like she knew damn well that the sight of her had scrambled my brain and she planned to use it to her advantage. The devious little trollop.

God, I loved her.

“Get in the bedroom,” I said, my sudden impatience turning the words into a demand.

Her eyes flashed. Not with anger at being ordered around, but with anticipation, and she turned on her heel, skirt flaring out—fuck, that ass—and strode across the living room. I prowled after her, my boots loud on the floorboards, adrenaline spiking my heartbeat, dick swelling with lust. I’d come up with countless scenarios over the past few weeks of how to formally introduce Aly to my followers before settling on the one I thought would have the most impact, and now I was impatient to film it because her outfit was doing things to me. Dark, lascivious, depraved things.

The only reason I stopped myself from reaching out and grabbing her by the hair was that I knew it would mess up those pretty curls. Just like the only thing stopping me from tackling her was how hard it would be to clean all the stage blood out of the carpet. Thankfully, we’d moved my old bed into her spare room and covered it in dark bedding. There was even a mattress protector because this wasn’t the first time we’d be rolling around on it with one of us coated in fake gore—about a month ago, Aly had gotten back from work during the middle of one of my filming sessions, taken one look at me, and pounced.

She pushed open the door to the room and red light poured out, silhouetting her in crimson. Her steps faltered, shoulders stiffening as she took in the scene I’d set up. The slight hesitation only made me harder for her. Even though we’d been doing this for months, even though I’d never done anything to betray Aly’s trust, she couldn’t keep these little bursts of instinctual fear from creeping in, her lizard brain trying to warn her that she was in danger, and I’d stopped trying to suppress how much I liked when it happened.

Yeah, I was fucked up, but at least now I owned it.

Aly released a breath, squared her shoulders, and entered the room. I followed her inside and closed the door behind us. Fred’s lungs were powerful, and I didn’t want my mic to pick up his yowling if he woke in a pissy mood.

“Where do you want me?” Aly asked.

I stopped dead in my tracks and almost blurted, “On your knees with your mouth open like a good little girl,” before I realized she was talking about where she should be positioned for the video.

“Stay right there,” I said, heading toward the closet opposite her. “I have a surprise for you first.”

She let out a groan. “A good surprise or a bad surprise?”

I turned, offended. “When are my surprises ever bad?”

Aly raised a hand, and for some reason, I felt like I’d stepped into a trap. “I thought you’d never ask.” She started counting off her fingers. “There was the time you broke into my house and made me think I was about to be serial murdered. The time you put a camera in my room and made me think I was about to end up on a revenge porn sight. The time you sent me an ungodly number of lilies, which are toxic to cats. The time you tried to poison me with uncooked eggs, and—”

I yanked my surprise out of the closet and chucked it at her. Okay, maybe I hadn’t gone about courting her in the sanest of manners, but it had all worked out in the end, right?

She caught it out of the air. “What is . . . oh.” Her expression softened as she lifted her gaze to mine. “You made me my own mask?”

I nodded. “I had to measure your face while you were sleeping and you kept turning over, so it might not be a perfect fit, but it should be good enough for now.”

Her lips twitched. “So creepy, yet so sweet.”

I opened my mouth to fire something back at her, but she pulled the mask on, a smaller, slightly less aggressive version of mine, and yup, my mask kink went both ways. Or was it just an Aly kink? I still hadn’t figured it out.

“Oh, wow,” she said, her voice slightly muffled. “You really can see pretty well out of this thing.”

I just stood there, drinking her in, wondering for the millionth time how I’d gotten so fucking lucky. This stunning creature had agreed to marry me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get a happily ever after, not with my childhood, not with the way I’d been forced to live like a hermit by the mere memory of my father. But then Aly entered my life and showed me it was time to let the fear go. She taught me how to trust myself, that it was okay to embrace my darker side without overanalyzing my desires. I liked what I liked, and that was okay. Especially because she liked it, too.

As if she sensed the direction of my thoughts, Aly cocked her head sideways, and the mask made the movement into something more creepy than inquisitive. My dick stiffened at the sight—I was so hard it almost hurt at this point. Hand her a knife, and she would have been every horror movie aficionado’s wet dream come to life.

“Babe? You all right over there?” she asked.

“Yup,” I lied—I was about two seconds away from snapping.

“Just . . . don’t move.”

For the love of god, don’t move, I internally begged her. I was holding it together by a thread, so gone for this woman that if she so much as crooked a finger at me, it would be game over on us filming this video together, and I really wanted to film it.

I’d joked about publicly claiming her all those months ago when I first started following her account, but this was the real deal, my way of telling my fandom that I was off the market. Did I think it would stem the flow of feral comments? Absolutely not; they’d probably start propositioning the two of us instead of just me—who could blame them? This was more about me announcing to the world that Aly was mine (and, more important, that I was hers), and while I would still post my bloody, shirtless thirst traps, I no longer needed the worship of the masses. She was the one I made them for now.

I turned and pulled my camera equipment from the closet. The shots I wanted to film were simple but high-impact, and I already had the perfect song picked out to accompany them. While Aly did as she was told, watching me from beyond the gaping eyes of her mask—so fucking hot—I went about placing the tripod at the foot of the bed and then toying with the lighting until it was the perfect shade of red, not too glaring, just bright enough to illuminate us. The camera took longer
to set up because I shot in low-light mode, and the settings could be finicky.

Only once everything was in place did I snag my favorite knife off a shelf and turn toward Aly. “You’re going to be the one in charge.”

Her laugh was muffled. “Are you sure that’s a good idea after what happened last time?”

I glanced down at my right hand and the scar puckered across its back before lifting my gaze to her. “I meant what I said, baby.” I stalked forward, pulling the knife free from its sheath and flipping it midair to catch it by the tip. “I will happily let you cut me up anytime you want to do that thing with your mouth.” That finger-curling, stomach-clenching, thigh-shaking, ball-draining thing I loved so much.

I offered her the knife, hilt first, and without hesitation she took it. The breath left my body in a whoosh as I stepped back. Aly, covered in blood, wearing a mask, holding a weapon. Goddamn it, I was going to end up coming in my pants again, wasn’t I?

Before I could give in to the urge to reach out and touch her, I returned to the closet, pulling my shirt off on the way there and dropping it to the floor. Aly’s sharp inhale sent a dark thrill up my spine. I loved that she still had such visceral reactions to me, loved the way she wore her emotions so open for me to see. It was why I constantly pushed her buttons, just to watch her roll her eyes or fight back a smile when she tried to pretend she wasn’t amused.

I snagged my mask from its stand and headed toward the bed. “I’m going to lay on my back. The first shot will be wide, and I want you to crawl up me.”

“Gladly,” she purred.

I couldn’t even look at her anymore. My dick strained against my zipper like it had a mind of its own, like it was trying to find a way out of my pants, knowing that its favorite place in the world was just a few feet away, and it was pissed that for some reason, the idiot it was attached to was walking away from that place instead of toward it.

Just a few more minutes, I told myself, digging deep to find the last morsel of my willpower.

“The next shot will be closer,” I said, sitting at the edge of the mattress and pulling on my mask. “I want you to run the knife tip down my chest.” I lay backward and glanced toward the camera, centering myself on the bed so I would be within frame.

“You’re being very professional right now,” Aly said.

I blew out a breath. “It’s the only reason you still have clothes on.”

She snickered. “It’s kind of hot, you ordering me around like I’m just some set piece to you.”

I nearly groaned. “Please, I’m about three seconds from taking you to the floor. Let’s just get through this, and then I can remind you how unprofessional I really am.”

“Yes, sir,” she said in a sing-song voice that I was absolutely going to spank her for later.

“The final shot will be from just a foot or two away,” I somehow managed to say. “I want you to grab my neck with your left hand so everyone can see the engagement ring.”

“What’s the caption going to be?” Aly asked.

“When she says yes,” I told her.

She made a low sound that had me craning my head up to look at her, my gaze automatically trying to scan her face so I could read her expression, but the damn mask was in the way.

“You don’t like it?” I asked.

“No.” Her knee pressed against the edge of the mattress, and she placed her hands on either side of my legs. “I love it.”

I got the camera remote out of my pocket and hit record just in time. Aly shoved off the ground, bracing herself on all fours, straddling my legs. She kept the knife in her fist, blade carefully turned away, and started crawling up me and, Jesus fucking Christ, if this was the last thing I saw on earth, I would die a happy man.

The muscles in her shoulders and arms flexed sinuously with her movements. Her bloody tank top gaped open, giving me a look straight into her cleavage. Somehow, her mask made it even hotter. I knew the anonymity of them was a big pull for a lot of people in our community, but for me, knowing Aly was beneath it was what made it so alluring. That she was willingly donning it for me. That she seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was, even though I had to win a bet to get her here.

Aly stopped when our bodies were aligned and sat up, lowering herself onto my straining arousal, experimentally rolling her hips. Both of us groaned. She lifted the knife and trailed it up my stomach, pausing with the tip right over my heart.

“Carve it out, baby,” I told her. “It’s yours.”

“I could never hurt you,” she said, voice soft as she rolled her hips again.

I had to grab them and hold her still because if she did that one more time, I would lose my last shred of sanity and decide I didn’t give a shit about filming tonight after all.

“I need to reposition the camera,” I bit out.

“Fuck the camera,” she said, sliding the knife back down my stomach. “I want to play.”

My fingers dug into her hips. “Aly . . .”

She braced a hand beside my head and leaned forward, bringing her tits dangerously close to my mouth. “There’s nothing to say we don’t film two videos tonight,” she said, her tone low, seductive. “One for your fans, and another one, just for us.”

“As long as we film the fan one first,” I said. “I don’t think your outfit will survive what I want to do to you right now.”

She let out a low huff. “Then can we please film it quickly? I feel like I might die if I don’t get you inside me.”

The last of my resistance waved goodbye as it fucked off into nonexistence. How the hell was I supposed to stay focused when she said things like that to me? Clearly, I wasn’t. I should have known the battle was lost the second I saw her in her tiny little skirt. What was she even wearing under it anyway?

I released her hip and lifted the hem, then choked on nothing and yanked my mask off to confirm that, no, she was not wearing underwear right now.

“Aly,” I panted, sounding desperate.

“Hmmm?” she asked, using her newfound freedom to roll her hips over my jean-covered erection again.

Fuck it. What did it matter what order we filmed in? I was sure we could figure out another outfit if this one didn’t survive the next few minutes.

With a rip! I tore the crotch out of her stockings.

She had my fly unzipped in record time. And then she was rising up, the knife discarded somewhere beside us as she snuck a hand between our bodies and guided the head of my cock to her entrance.

I reached up and pulled her mask off as she sank onto me. I needed to see her face right now, needed to watch her eyes widen and her lips fall open as I fucked into her. She didn’t disappoint, gasping when I grabbed her thighs and tugged her down the rest of my length, pausing a moment when she was fully seated, looking like she needed a beat to adjust to the intrusion, to just breathe around me.

Fuck that.

“Move,” I said, impatient. “I want to watch those tits bounce while you ride me.”

She cupped her breasts, smearing the fake blood on her shirt. “These tits?”

I nodded, grinding my hips up because if she wasn’t going to move, I was.

Her head fell back as she played with herself, nipples peaking when she rolled her thumbs over them. I ground into her again, and then she was moving, hips rolling, pussy already squeezing my dick, warm and wet and welcoming and mine. All my well-formed plans of what I wanted to do to her flew out the window. So often when we fucked, I took control, I told her what to do with either my words or my actions, but right now, I just wanted to feel her, watch her, revel in the fact that
I was going to spend the rest of my life with her, making her laugh, making her come, making her feel safe and seen and worshipped like the goddess she was.

I palmed her ass, guiding her into a faster rhythm, slick sounds and desperate breaths filling the room as we raced to the finish line. Neither of us spoke, our gazes locked, Aly’s eyes projecting so much love and devotion that it hurt. Like she’d actually cut a fragment of my heart away, and now it lived outside of my body, in her. If anyone ever harmed this woman, I would burn the entire goddamn world to the ground. This planet would become uninhabitable.

“I love you,” I said, and the words had never felt so inadequate before. What I felt for Aly was more than love. It was obsession, possession, devotion. She consumed me, body and soul.

“Josh,” she cried out, close. “I love you.”

“Show me,” I said, thrusting up, our hips snapping together, pressure building in the base of my spine. “Soak me, baby.”

She fell forward, hands braced on either side of my head, tits bouncing as she fucked me. My balls started to tighten. Her breathing hitched. I glanced down at where our bodies were joined, watching her work herself over my cock, groaning as she started to unravel above me, her spine arching, pussy clenching, low, needy sounds falling from her lips.

And then I was coming, too, burying myself as deep as I could and holding her tight to me while I unloaded inside her, her inner muscles still spasming around my cock, drawing it out for both of us until we were drained, laying there with our foreheads pressed together, breathing hard.

I ran my hands up and down her back as we both came down from the high, felt her sink against me, her head dropping beside mine as we relaxed into post-climactic bliss. Her breath warmed the side of my neck. Stickiness coated my chest from the stage blood smeared between us. We definitely should have waited to do this after filming the fan video because now all I wanted was to lay here with her for the rest of the night.

Several minutes later, she was the one to prod me upright, to convince me to get cleaned up with her enough to film the rest of the shots. Afterward, we showered together, and I got to feel her pulse flutter against my fingertips while I squeezed her throat and made her come a second time.

Now we sat curled up on the couch, Fred asleep in Aly’s lap, Maud awake in mine, batting at my hoodie strings while I edited the non-pornographic version of what we’d filmed tonight. Aly read a book while I worked, another sinful romance I was sure I’d be benefiting from soon enough. The house was quiet, peaceful.

I shifted sideways when I was done, showing Aly my phone screen. “How’s this?”

She set her book down and leaned close, watching the video play out, shaking her head but doing nothing to stop the smile spreading over her face. “If your followers didn’t hate me before, they’re going to loathe me now.”

“Why?” I asked.

She wrapped her arm through mine and leaned her temple against my shoulder. “Because anyone watching that will know exactly how you feel about me, and honestly? I’d hate me, too, if our roles were reversed.” She squeezed my arm. “You love me a lot, don’t you?”

I dropped a kiss on top of her head. If not for the fact that it would disturb the cats, I would have pulled her into my lap. “So fucking much.”

“I love you so fucking much, too,” she said, snuggling closer.

With a tap of my thumb, I hit post, and together, we spent the rest of the night on the couch, laughing together while rereading old comments Aly had left on my videos, wondering if any other relationships had started like ours, with a little light stalking, no idea that clear across the city, Aly’s cousin Junior was standing on a darkened street corner, watching a beautiful woman who had no idea he was there, had no idea that he had always been there.