MITCHELL

I woke up with my nose buried in Sammy's soft hair, her back against my front and my arm around her waist. She was warm and naked under my sheets and still asleep. Soft snores escaped her lips, and I smiled as I tugged her closer to me.

She had told me she loved me last night, and I had said it back. Three little words... and they were a hell of a lot more important than most others. For me, it was probably the most meaningful words I'd ever heard, but somehow it had felt completely natural.

I'd expected the one day I'd finally hear them - or hoped that I would one day- that it would be a huge deal. Like fireworks going off or something monumental, but it hadn't... it had just been normal, like a natural progression. It had felt right. Natural.

Sammy moved in her sleep, wiggling that fine ass of hers closer to me, which just made my already present morning wood even harder.

"Mm, hello there," Sammy said, her voice hoarse from sleep. She flipped over and blinked a few times before she was able to focus her hazel colored eyes on mine.

I responded with a "good morning" and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose as she struggled to fully wake up.

"Good morning indeed," she grinned devilishly and a second later, I felt her hand as it wrapped around my dick.

"Oh, yes, hey now."

She chuckled softly but leaned in to press her soft lips against mine. I responded, of course. How could I not? She was mine. All mine. Beautiful; tall, slender, with small but perky tits. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but it didn't matter. She was still gorgeous. And naked. Let's not forget that part. Naked in my bed.

In the past, having a naked woman in my bed grab a hold of my erection would have been enough to seriously get me going. The fact that Sammy and I had declared that we loved each other took things to a whole other level.

She sighed longingly when I coaxed her mouth open and our tongues met. Her little noises were like a direct connection to my dick. I went rock hard and barely managed to hold back a loud groan.

My arms tightened around her in an attempt to get her as close to me as possible. I needed her. I wanted to connect, to become one...

Sammy proceeded to wrap a long, slender leg around my hip, and I wasn't able to hold back the groan any longer. I could feel her soft, hot arousal against me. She was so ready.

Damn, life was good.

"Mitch..." she whispered as she began to rock against me.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I want you."

"You have me."

Her eyes flashed with something dark. "Then stop teasing," she demanded.

I grinned as my hands trailed down the length of her back until I could grab onto her hips and lift her on top of me. "Go ahead and have your wicked ways with me," I teased.

She grinned, and I knew it had been the right move. She adjusted herself by placing her hands on my chest and, with a slight shift of her hips, she had me right where she wanted me. I bit my lip in an attempt to hold back. Her hot, wet arousal rubbed against my already weeping cock with every movement she made.

"Mitch," she groaned again. "Put a condom on."

"So bossy this morning," I managed to answer in a teasing tone, but I was right with her. The need to be joined suddenly over ruled every other thought.

After moving her down to my thighs, I grabbed a condom off the night table and started to roll it on. There were already a few empty wrappers there from the night before.

"You are turning into a nympho," I joked as I sheeted myself.

"Are you complaining?" she asked, one eyebrow cocked up. She rose to her knees, grabbed me by the root, and slowly took me in.

"Oh, fuck, no. No complaints..."

A smile spread across her face. She began to rock, slowly back and forth, taking me deeper into her body, enveloping me in a tight heat.

"That's what I thought."

She continued to move us slowly. The rhythm was different, but exquisite. I tilted my hips to put some pressure on her clit, which resulted in her head falling back, her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open.

"Take what you need, Sam," I groaned as I tried to hang on and not come until she was ready."

Her only response was her fingernails digging into my shoulders and the slightly faster pace in the movement of her hips.

"I can't..."

I didn't get any further than that before Sammy shouted "oh, yes, Mitch, oh, gooood."

That was all it took for me. My body convulsed as I follow her. I crushed my lips against hers, making her swallow down the groans that escaped me as I emptied everything I had into the condom. She held onto me the entire time like I was her anchor, and I think the feeling of that mattered more than the incredible orgasm I'd just had.

"Damn, girl," I sighed when I was finally able to breathe normally.

"Now it is a very good morning," she said with a smile.

"Mhm," I agreed.

She kissed me quickly on the lips before she got up and pulled one of my t-shirt over her head. As the horny and possessive man I was, I loved seeing her in my clothes. I was hardening again at the thought of her completely bare in just my t-shirt. She proceeded to ruin it slightly when she tugged her panties on.

"I'm going to make coffee," she advised.

"Alright, I'm gonna shower."

It took me a minute to gather myself enough to make it into the shower stall. Once there, I turned the temperature to as hot as I could manage and stepped in.

When I walked into the kitchen five minutes later Sammy was standing at the coffeepot with a cup in her hands dressed in only my t-shirt and panties, and at that time I was very, very thankful that she'd put her underwear on, because Jackson was leaning up against the island with his own cup of coffee.

"Morning."

"Good morning," Jackson grinned, and I wondered just how much he had heard of our nightly activity.

"Here," Sammy said as she turned around and handed me a cup of coffee.

Her face was flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and it was clear by her expression what we had been up to. In the past I would've been embarrassed that it was so obvious that we'd had sex, but this time it didn't bother me. I didn't particularly like that Jackson got to see Sammy's long, bare legs, but then he'd already seen her in bathing suits, so I guess that was a moot point.

Part of me, the male possessive side - beat yourself on the chest like Tarzan- part of me, didn't mind that she'd ran into Jackson dressed like that. She still smelled from sex and it'd make it clear to him that she was with me, but the other part of me worried that it was awkward for her. I didn't want for her to have to feel uncomfortable in my place, or have to deal with another man being there.

"I'm heading into work for a few hours,"Jackson said before I had a chance to look too much into it. "I'll see you guys later. Thanks for the coffee."

"You're welcome," Sammy responded with a small, somewhat awkward smile.

"Maybe we should stay at your place tonight," I suggested once I heard the front door close behind him.

Sammy's eyebrows drew together as her eyes met mine. "You're traveling tomorrow."

"I know."

"Isn't it more convenient for you to stay here?"

"Yeah," I nodded and took another drink of the coffee, "but I'll just have Nash get me your place instead. He'll grumble a bit, but he'll get over it."

"Okay," she giggled. "I won't say no to that."

***

Later that day, we were sitting on Sammy's couch watching some girly movie when I got another cryptic message from my brother. He didn't say what it was for, only that they needed more money and could I help?

I asked if everything was alright and what was going on, but the only answer I got was that things were tight with extra bills.

While I hadn't been close to my family growing up, and they'd never supported my career, they'd also never really asked me for anything once I made the UAHL, including money, so I kind of felt obligated to help, even though they wouldn't admit what they needed the money for.

It didn't really surprise me that my brother would say. My dad was a tight-lipped grump and had always been. Why should my brother be any different? We'd barely had any money growing up and if there'd been some extra, my dad drank it up in cheap beer.

I sent him another $1,500 and watched the received icon flash on the app, signaling the transaction had gone through. There was no acknowledgement or thank you this time, either.

"Mitch," Sammy said, and nudged my side with her elbow.

"Huh?"

"Was that Nash?"

I looked up and found her studying me.

"No, why?"

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Not as early as you," I answered and put my phone down and reached for her.

"I know that," she said and gave me one of her famous eye-rolls.

"Around six."

"Oh, that's not too bad."

"No."

I leaned in a pressed a quick kiss to her lips. She flashed me a smile but puckered up and issued me back.

"Do you want to go get something to eat before we go to bed?"

"You're not gonna cook for me?" I teased, knowing she didn't like to cook the way I did.

"I can order something if you prefer that?"

"It doesn't matter, baby. Whatever you want?"

"What if I want you?" she asked, her tone suddenly breathy and low.

"Any time you want," I admitted truthfully, "but maybe you need some food for energy first?"

"Oh." Her eyes widened and a small smile came cross her lips. "I like the sound of that? What exactly are you planning on doing?"

"You."