Bonus Scene **Contains Spoilers**

As promised, here is an Only You bonus scene. This scene takes place on Christmas Eve and falls between the final chapter and the epilogue.  As stated above, this bonus scenes contains spoilers, so please come back and read it after you've read the book.

I return from the bathroom to find my gorgeous husband sprawled bare-ass naked on our couch. The firelight flickers across his golden skin that’s still damp from our recent lovemaking. Lovemaking. That word used to be so foreign to me, but now rolls right off my tongue.

 

            I drop to my knees beside the couch and lean over Adam’s sleeping body. I place tender kisses along the back of his neck until I can feel his body begin to stir. I climb onto the couch and lay on top of him, pressing my chest against his back. I kiss a path from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and then back up his neck until I reach his ear. I nip his earlobe just how he likes then give it a gentle tug.

 

            “Mmmm.” He lifts his head slightly and I kiss across his cheek until I reach his luscious mouth. I can’t kiss him as deeply as I’d like in this position, so I have to settle for tender pecks on his lips, which isn’t enough for my greedy man.  “More.”  

 

            I push up from his body and Adam rolls to his side, allowing me to drop down beside him. I cup his face in my hands and kiss him with every ounce of love I have in my body. I try to show him how much he means to me, because words still often fail me, even after nearly two years together.

 

 

                        “I know,” he whispers against my lips after we break apart. “I love you, too.”  I see the truth in his heavy-lidded, green eyes before his eyelashes flutter and his eyes begin to close.

            “Don’t fall asleep,baby. I have one more gift for you.” His eyes snap back open. 

            “Sebastian, you’ve already given me too much…”

 

“This will be your favorite present.  I promise.”  With a sudden burst of energy, I climb over Adam and walk to the beautifully decorated tree in the corner of the living room. I drop down on my hands and knees and reach for the item I hid under the tree skirt.

 

 

 

“What a beautiful view, Adam says.”  I wiggle my ass for him. 

            I stand up and hide the gift behind my back as I make my way back to the couch.  Adam sits up when I return. The expression in his eyes changes from joking to serious when he sees the look in my eyes. This is a monumental moment for both of us and he senses it.  “Close your eyes and hold out your hands, baby.”  Adam closes his eyes and I lay his gift in his hand.  My heart is thumping erratically in my chest.  “You can open them now.” 

            Adam slowly opens his eyes and keeps his eyes locked on mine for several seconds before finally looking down to see what’s in his hands. “Sebastian.” A soft sob slips through his lips. He runs his index finger over the lettering on the small embroidered Christmas stocking I laid in his hands. “Baby’s first Christmas,” he says tearfully.  He finally looks up at me and I see happy tears running down his face.  “Are you sure you’re ready?” 

            “Positive.  I can’t wait to start this next chapter in our life together,” I assure him.  “Look inside the stocking.”

            Adam reaches inside and pulls out the tiniest piece of baby clothing I’ve ever seen. He holds it up in front of his face and laughs happily when he reads the words printed on the onsie.  “Two dads are better than one,” he says.  “This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and I love it.”

 

 

I wipe Adam’s joyful tears off his beautiful face. “I’m sorry that I’ve been so selfish about having a baby. I wasn’t ready to share your love and attention with anyone else, and I was afraid that I would turn out to be an awful father.  I’m still terrified, but I know you’ll help me.” 

            Adam lays his gifts aside and climbs onto my lap. He places his hand beneath my chin and lifts my face until I look him in the eye.  “You are going to be an amazing father, Sebastian.  You’ll be able to teach our children things I never could, because I’ve never known a bad day in my life. I am in awe of you every single day and that will only intensify when I see you interact with our son or daughter.” 

            I lean forward until our foreheads touch. “No one has ever believed in me like you do. I thank God for you every day.  I strive to be a better person because of the faith and love you’ve given me. You make me see the world in a new light and want things I never imagined. This world needs more little Adams running around showing people a path out the darkness and into the light.” 

            Adam kisses me tenderly and I can feel him smile against my lips. “You’ve turned into quite the romantic,” he teases me.  “I like it.” 

            We talk for at least an hour making baby plans while we share a bottle of wine. I can see that he’s getting sleepy again, so I lay us back down on the couch and cover us with a warm blanket. Holding my beloved husband in my arms while he drifts to sleep in front of a crackling fire has become my favorite Christmas Eve tradition.  Although, next year I suspect things will be drastically different if everything goes according to plan. 

 

            A baby.  We’re going to have a baby.

 

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Thank you!

I started this journey with Sebastian and Adam nearly a year ago. I began writing their story during lunch breaks, evenings, and on weekends in March of this year. They've buried themselves so far in my heart that they will never come out. Luckily, there is plenty of room for many more characters.


I am so touched and thankful for the support I have received thus far and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. If you haven't checked my book out yet, here is the link: amazon.com/dp/B00QZBOZ22 .


Now that Only You is released it is time to get back to work on Chasing Mr. Wright. Chase Rivers and Grayson Wright deserve my undivided attention and they shall have it. I'm about nine chapters in and well on my way to sharing their story with you. I had planned to take the next few weeks off to enjoy Christmas with my family, but these characters want no part of that.  I have a feeling quite a bit of my Christmas vacation will be spent with them.


I wish everyone a safe and happy holiday season. If you'll indulge me, I'd like to share my Christmas wishes with you. I wish for true marriage equality for everyone.  It bothers me that my book characters can fall in love, get married, have babies, and live happily ever after, but in the real world too many people are denied those rights. I wish for people to not be ashamed of who they are and to know that they are loved. I wish for parents to never turn their backs on their children because they don't meet their criteria of "normal," whatever normal means. I pray nightly that no more teenagers take their own lives because they are bullied to the point where they hate themselves and the world they live in. Lastly, I wish for people to love without judgment. Just because someone doesn't understand a situation, doesn't make it okay for them to degrade and bully others. Oh, and lets work on acceptance instead of  tolerance. Although tolerance is an improvement over hate, it is not the objective we should work toward.


Many blessings to you and yours. XOXO


Aimee

Tuesday Teaser - Adam's POV

“You can think about it for a few days if you’d like,” Sebastian says, interrupting my thoughts. 

            My head snaps up, our eyes meet and lock.  I see so much emotion swirling in his oddly colored eyes, the most prevalent is wariness. His jaw is clenched tight, his posture is stiff and unyielding. It appears that he’s bracing himself for rejection, and if I was a smart man that’s exactly what I would do, but I won’t.  I can’t.  My physical need for him is greater than my fear of being hurt emotionally.  That episode in the kitchen has only intensified my craving for him. 

            “Can I ask you some questions,” I request softly. His body visibly relaxes, yet his guarded expression remains.

            “You can ask anything you like, but some of your questions may go unanswered.” 

            I nod in acquiescence.  “Fair enough.”  I look back down at the agreement.  “Will you also be sharing your medical records with me?” 

            “I will.” 

            “Waxing?  Is that a hygienic thing,” I ponder out loud.  My body cringes at the thought of having my nuts waxed. 

            “It’s a preference.  I want your cock, balls, and ass completely bare and unobstructed from my view.”  I feel sweat form above my upper lip as my discomfort is quickly replaced by lust.  I picture myself sprawled and completely bare to him, his hot eyes and hands roaming all over my body. 

            “I understand and agree with the condoms, although I didn’t anticipate them during oral.” My voice trembles slightly.  “If we are both clean then why do we need them during oral?” I ache to feel his hard cock glide over my tongue, to tease his slit, and taste his cum. 

            “It’s non-negotiable.” 

            Oookay.  It makes me wonder if the condoms are used more to prevent intimacy than disease.  “Butt plugs,” I ask with a smile. 

            “I’m hung.”  

            “And modest,” I respond.  Sebastian’s lips twitch, forming a half smile.  “How do I know the proper size to use?” 

            Sebastian chuckles as he leans down and opens his bottom desk drawer.  He pulls out a wooden box, sets it on the desk then slides it across to me.  I flick open the latch on the front of the box and slowly open the lid. I feel my face turning red as I see a row of butt plugs, each of them growing in length and girth.   

            “They are all brand new.  Purchased just for you. The instructions are in the bottom of the box.” 

            “Wow, just what I always wanted.”  I’m hoping to hide my nervousness behind humor.  I don’t look up at him to see if it’s worked.  “I don’t quite know what to say and I doubt there is an appropriate greeting card to properly express my gratitude.” 

            “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Adam.” I snap my eyes up to his.  Shit, he’s pissed.  I shut the lid on the box and straighten in my seat.  “You can be sure that I will put your beautiful mouth to better use if you agree to my conditions.”