Mia loved me. She’d screamed it for everyone in the room to hear. Her voice rang with clarion conviction as if her orgasms had exercised a demon into the ether.

Though, I didn’t think she knew she’d said. She’d been climaxing so hard, I had wondered if I’d get my cock back after.

Her passionate words spun through my brain and made me think I might have finally cracked through the vault she’d encased her heart within. If she remembered she’d said them.

The three on the bed had fallen into a tangle. They were a sweat-slick puzzle relaxing after their bedroom Olympics. Their performance had obviously tired them out. Filly snuggled into Alpha’s chest, while Beta laid spread on his back, his chest heaving with exertion.

Exhaustion was sketched over Mia as she languidly dressed. She smiled up at me as I held out my hand in offering. She tucked her dainty fingers into my palm, and let me pull her up and into my arms.

She snuggled her face into my neck, and we headed to the door.

Alpha raised his head. His dark eyes followed our path. “Come back anytime,” he said. His voice held a British lilt. The proper accent came forth with his sleepiness.

I suddenly realized just who “Alpha” was. I’d just saw Elijah Blake, co-owner of Xstasy, and one of Madison’s most eligible bachelors, fuck the shit out of some girl. Which meant Beta had to be Bryce Cooper, his business partner. No wonder they wore yellow, everyone probably wanted a piece of them.

Holy shit.

I tucked Mia tighter into my side, just in case he decided to make good on the appreciative looks he’d been giving my girl. Not that Mia’s head would turn over prestige and wealth, but I wasn’t taking any chances. She’d obviously found him attractive enough.

The club was quiet as he slipped out of surrender, and into the after-midnight hours. That eerie hush which made it seem as if the whole world was asleep.

I tucked Mia into my car and drove back to her apartment. She was passed out by the time we arrived, and I didn’t rouse her until I was up and at her door. Gently waking her with a few soft strokes of my fingers through her hair.

I scooped her up into my arms the moment her heels clicked on the pavement, and she murmured a soft, sleepy laugh as I carried her into the building. She said something, a lazy murmur I didn’t catch, as I laid her in bed, and got her comfy.

Then, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed in beside her.

There was nothing more perfect than this; falling asleep with Mia buried in my side.

* * *

The next morning, the man-taming aroma of bacon sizzling on the skillet woke me, as did a soft giggle. I wasn’t ready to face the morning, but I didn’t have much of a choice. Mia yanked the covers off me, and I shot up.

“Fuck, it’s cold.” I shivered.

Mia danced closer, wearing nothing but the flannel shirt I’d left behind the day before. She held out a peace offering. Coffee. Maybe I could forgive her.

“You seem really happy,” I said after a sip. Mm, black as night. Perfect.

Mia housed a glow to her skin and a bounce in her step. As if she’d shoved off some unseen weight and more comfortable in her skin. Something more than good sex had occurred, and I thought back to those three little words she’d screamed as she came.

"I guess visiting a sex club does that's a girl."

I waggled my brows at her. "I must've done something right to get breakfast in bed."

"Who said anything about breakfast in bed? I might be bringing you coffee, but your food is on the table." Mia tossed her head, sending her slightly-frizzy hair sailing over her shoulder, and marched out of the bedroom. I admired the bounce to her ass cheeks where they peeped out beneath my shirt. That reminded me of a saying I’d once heard.

A man's shirt on the female body is like a conquered fortress.

I grinned, got up, and took a quick detour to the bathroom to drain the lizard.

Then, I walked into a vision of domestic paradise.

Mia sat at the breakfast nook she’d created between the kitchen and the living room. She was browsing the web on her phone and nibbling on a slice of buttered toast. I leaned against the door jamb, and just watched her. This was everything I’d hoped for. Just a small slice of normalcy, and being allowed to be part of a simple ritual with her; waking up together and eating breakfast.

“Your food’s getting cold. Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me?” Mia fluttered her eyes up away from her phone and gave a sassy wink. One that made my palm twitch to spank the naughty out of her. She went back to reading the news, or email before I decided if I was going to toss her bare-ass on the table or give her a pass.

My bare feet whispered over the tile and then sank into the carpet as I joined her. She'd piled my plate with eggs and bacon.

"What are your plans for today?" I piled a forkful of scrambled eggs into my mouth and then shoved a whole slice of bacon in. I grimaced and looked down at the monstrosity Mia tried feeding me. “This isn’t bacon.”

Mia shook her head. “Of course it is. It’s turkey bacon.”

I pushed the offending thing to the side of my plate. “Like I said. Not bacon,” I grunted. She was now up to two spanks.

Mia sniffed. “What is with men and bacon? It’s so damn salty. Anyway!” She narrowed her eyes at me. “I want to check in with Angela and Licia.” A fleeting expression of grief born and died on her face. No matter what happened, the five of us – including Jackson – would be touched for life by what we’d witnessed and knew. “Do you work today?"

I spent the weekends as a delivery driver for the Pizza Pit. Saturday and Sunday were the only two days of the week I had any time to make some extra cash. Which, wasn’t that the plight of most college students?

I nodded, "Yes, you're lucky you're out of the halls of academia."

"You know, I'm really proud that you're sticking with it," Mia said. She tossed the crust from her toast onto her plate and stole the horrible bacon-ish thing she’d attempted to poison me with.

She regarded me across the table as she ate the crispy slice of pseudo-pork.

I swallowed a sip of coffee. "Why are you proud?" It was an odd thing for her to say, but warmth filled my chest. I liked this idea that my girl was proud.

"Because you had your whole life planned. You knew what you wanted to do before we even graduated high school. You were going to Penn State and becoming a doctor. And even though things changed in a huge way, that might have deterred other people, you didn’t let it stop you. You’re still here plugging away at your dream."

"I guess it was kind of abnormal that I always knew that I was meant to be a doctor. Some days, though, when I'm exhausted from studying and looking at all the debt that I'm going to be facing for the next thirty years, I wonder if it’s worth it." I’d never confessed my doubts to anyone before. Mostly because those around me were in the same boat. My friends were chained to a mountain of upcoming bills, and my parents had always wished they’d finished college. But they’d had me young, and college hadn’t been in the cards for them. Still, they were still together, and still in love, despite a youngish pregnancy.

"You're going to be saving people, I think that is one of the noblest goals that anybody can have."

I wiped my mouth with a napkin and leaned towards Mia. "You sound kind of wistful."

Mia cocked her head. "Not really wistful. I can’t handle the sight of blood. Ick. But it's a very noble goal. Sometimes I wonder if I'm wasting my life trying to get people to buy products that they might want, but definitely don't need."

"Are you happy with what you do?"

"I like when an idea comes together," Mia said thoughtfully. “Right now, I don't really have much of a hand in the ad campaigns and the marketing aspect, but from what I do get to see of the planning and organization, it's really exciting. Even if it's kind of…mercenary?"

"Maybe you can take what you learn there, and join a nonprofit or another company that is less about selling people a new car, and more about informing the public about new cancer treatments. Or hot button topics that are important to you. I know you, you’re never without a cause. Just because you are a marketer doesn't mean you have to market products." I curled my fingers around Mia’s and stroked her knuckles with my thumb. Just being able to touch her anytime I wanted was a novel experience, one I didn’t think I’d ever tire of.

"You're one smart cookie, Regi," Mia said.

“Don’t let my fan club know. They think I’m just a pretty face.” I grinned and lifted her hand to my lips when she scowled at me. Possessiveness flashed in her eyes, and I fucking loved it. “Hadn't you thought of that track before?"

"No, I really hadn't. I never thought of putting my degree to that sort of application. It always seemed that when you went into public relations and marketing, that you were pushing jewelry and luxury goods. Not things that people may need.” I could practically see her mind whirring through the possibilities.

I leaned over to take the table and stole a buttery kiss. "You can be anything you want to be.”

Mia smiled at me and ran her fingers across the stubble which adorned my cheek. "Do you want to join me in the shower?"

I shifted as my cock hardened. "After denying you yesterday, hell yes."

Mia pushed away from the table and sashayed past me. I let her get halfway before I grabbed her shirttails and pulled her back and into my waiting palm. She squealed as I snapped a spank over her ass. Her bronzed skin immediately flushed with the shape of my hand.

She cupped her stinging cheeks with her palms and huffed at me over her shoulder. “What was that for?”

“For your sass. Hold still, you have one more.”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Mia pulled out of my grip and ran away from me.

I grinned and stalked after my prey. Her outraged squeals urged me on.

“Every time you run, I will chase you.”

She’d made it to the living room before I cut her off. The plaid swung around her thighs and hips. The sides were cut high, me with the fact that I knew she was naked beneath it.

She tried to run right, but I feigned left and then snagged her around the waist as she tried to dash by me.

I carried my prize down to the ground, pinning her with my body as she thrashed beneath me.

“You really thought you could out maneuver a football player,” I taunted her.

Her eyes roiled with heat. Her pussy was already leaving wet kisses on my upper leg. But she pretended to fight some more, struggling as her tits bounced and strained the buttons on my shirt.

“Let me go you big brute!”

I pried her thighs apart with my knee. “Is that what you really want, angel? Do you really want me to leave this wet pussy of yours all alone and empty?”

She sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes dilated into wells of lust. “Jesus, how do you do that to me?”

I ran my hand up and squeezed one of her plaid-covered breasts. “Do what? Make you so wet I can feel your pussy juices running down my leg?”

She threw her head back. Her throat tensed with a moan. “Yes,” she hissed.

“Because I broke you in. Your pussy knows who controls her.”

I held her irate glare, and then tore my shirt off her. She was deliciously naked beneath me. High color painted crimson on her cinnamon skin, and made her nipples flush like stemless cherries.

I sucked stiff tip, and then nibbled it. She cussed me out as I roped pleasure around her.

Fuck, I needed her. I held her wrists in one hand, keeping her hostage beneath me, and shoved my boxers down.

Then I got right between her thighs, before freezing.

Fuck. Condom.

Her eyes snapped down watching how my naked dick plumped her lips.

“I’m safe,” she shuddered. The idea of me taking her bare-back had her pussy just gush all over me. Did my girl like the idea of me stuffing a cream pie into her?

I gritted my teeth, trying not to blow my load already. “So am I, I get tested often.”

“Do it, I’ve never…had anyone come in me before.”

Damn, the idea really turned her on. She was panting hard, her eyes wild as she urged me on, and begged me to plant my flag inside her juicy muff.

“Is it the idea of me being bare inside you, filling you with my come, or the threat of getting you pregnant that has you turned on so much?” I wiggled my cock against her slit in a threat. If she didn’t answer, she wasn’t getting the D.

“All of it,” she cried out. “Fuck, all of it. The danger of you knocking me up, feeling your cock inside me, and then having your come drip out of me.”

“Dirty little angel slut,” I growled down at her. Then I slammed into her hungry slit, my dick a heat-seeking torpedo shot out of an eager launch bay.

She screamed as I seated myself inside of her until her nether lips stretched like a ring around the root of my cock.

“So much better than I ever thought it would be,” I groaned. Fuck, how was I going to go back to condoms again with her now that I had felt her pussy melting buttery hot?

She shuddered and rolled her hips against mine. “Pl…please.”

When she begged, I was lost. I gave her everything I had.

Our fucking was rough and brutal. I held her wrists tight enough that I might have left bruises behind. Her body collided with mine, and there was a serious case of rug burn to her back and my knees.

But when she finally came shrieking around me, and I filled her to overflowing with all my come, I knew life couldn’t get any more perfect.

What a way to kick off the weekend.