46. Greg

Iclose the door behind me in the guest room. Sam had already excused herself and I found her collapsed onto the mattress. The sounds of the party faded into the background. Joshua and his counsel could really party.

My favorite part was seeing Joshua himself whip his shirt off before doing a beer bong. When I asked if the prosecution knew he could choke down beer like a frat boy his only response was, "Where do you think I learned it?" Not really sure what that means, but I fucking loved it. Here's this guy, whose wife just admitted to murder, and he's having the time of his life. If I ever thought he had any doubts about guilt, they're gone now.

I flop down on top of the covers, shoes and clothes on. Exhausted doesn't even begin to cover how I feel. The entire day at the courthouse was spent in an uncomfortable seat, every muscle tense as I waited for what would happen next. My body is aching from the effort of not acting on any of my emotions. Hearing how Sam was abused and how scared Penny was is something I never hope to go through again.

The buzz of alcohol in my own mind is a welcome relief, and I let out a long sigh. Sam is laying beside me, no ankle monitor, and the promise of an easy deal with the prosecution on the horizon.

She still couldn't drink any alcohol; her liver hasn't completely recovered from the surgery yet. But she had happily sipped on juice and listened to everyone else celebrate.

"Greg?" she asks as my eyes close beside her.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"Where do you live?"

The question catches me off guard. My eyes shoot open, and I turn toward her to see her smiling back at me. "Oregon. I worked at an FBI office in Portland before my Costa Rica assignment."

"Do you want to go back?" she asks.

I sit up and rub my tired eyes. After everything was settled, I had planned to bring the conversation up. I know that I will follow her wherever she ends up. Not wanting to scare her off, I shrug. "Not really."

She sits up too and stares at me. "Because I would go with you."

Tilting my head, I think about it. She will follow me? And to Oregon? "But there's no surfing!" I say, feeling dumb as soon as the words are out. Am I really trying to talk her out of moving somewhere with me?

With a shrug, she looks down at the blue quilt on the bed. "Technically, there is. I mean, it's by the ocean. But there's other stuff too, like hiking and kayaking. I could always visit Penny or Tilly to surf."

"I'd never ask you to do that, Sam."

"Remember when you told me you loved me?" I nod, relishing the memory. The way it had come about wasn't my proudest moment. But I can see now that it was the right time for me to say it. Sam takes hold of my hand but still doesn't shift her gaze. "I think I knew even then. When you asked me to stay, I meant it when I said I wasn't going anywhere. I love you."

"Even though I have no job or money?" I ask, laughing a little at the precarious situation I am currently in.

"I think Penny mentioned something about living here until we're on our feet. I know you probably don't want to stay…" She scoots closer to me. "But can you promise me you'll think about it?"

Internally, I don't need to think. I already know I won't leave her. Not ever. There will be plenty of time to admit it. Within my own mind, I am already picking out wedding rings and picturing hordes of children running around our future home. "Of course, I'll stay here. As long as you want me to." She smiles and lays her head on my chest. "And I love being here. Your family is pretty great."

Sam shifts away from me, and I'm suddenly afraid I've said the wrong thing. But instead of getting up, she moves until she's on one elbow, her long copper hair spilling over her shoulder. "They are, aren't they?" she says, but for the life of me, I can't remember what we were talking about.

There is lightness in her voice that has been gone for so long, I am secretly swooning over the sound of its return. The hard part of the case is over, and I am the lucky bastard that gets to spend the rest of my life hearing her speak.

I understand that there will be times when she might feel stressed or upset with me, but it just motivates me to bring back the fun and playfulness. I'll stick by her side no matter where she goes. No questions asked.

Reaching out, I tenderly run my fingers through the soft tendrils near her shoulder and smile. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks. I feel beautiful…sexy even."

Oh? I prop myself up, both eyebrows raised. Without speaking, she crawls over to me, putting one leg on each side of my torso so she's straddling me. Her eyes have turned hungry, and I lick my lips as the anticipation starts to build. "You sure?" My voice is already two octaves lower. Not like I was doing it on purpose. Whenever Greg Junior is involved, the huskiness just kind of comes out.

Still silent, she lifts both hands above her head and looks down at me with a coy expression.

Oh, yes. She's sure, and all the blood rushes out of my brain straight down to my cock. I eagerly pull her shirt off, kissing her bare abdomen as I do. Paying special attention to the raised pink scar where they took a chunk of her liver. She is a hero after all and this is my opportunity to worship her for it.

She reaches behind her back and frees her breasts from the bra. With wide eyes, I grab them both, nearly saying aloud, ‘Welcome back, girls.' But my mouth is too busy to make a fool of me, still kissing every inch of her body that is within reach.

Sam giggles as her timid fingers brush along the bottom of my shirt. Say all the nice things you want about me, but I'm not a patient man when the first sex in months is on the table. I don't wait for her to undress me. I jump to my feet and tear my clothes off like they're on fire. While she laughs, I return to her chest. My hungry mouth teasing each nipple in turn.

She brings her hands to the side of my face, lifting me up until my mouths hungrily meet in a fiery kiss.

With a tantalizing motion, she wiggles her hips, and I take the cue to pull down her skirt and panties. Her beautiful body is now on full display. All for me.

And I start to lavish all my attention over her. Giving tender, careful kisses all down her torso.

As I do, a low sound came straight from the depths of my chest. The word mine reverberating through my mind, and my arousal grows, my cock pulsating in my pants as if angry we aren't already inside her.

Not yet, I tell myself. She's had a long day, and I want to adore her body—every single inch of it.

I grip under her ass and slide her up. Without warning, I plunge my face into the warmth between her legs. She is already soaking, and I greedily lap at the taste of her.

Weeks have gone by without feeling or tasting her. But now that I have her, all of her again, I'm not going to rush through this reunion. So slowly, I suck and tease, giving her every well-earned stroke of pleasure she deserves. Her legs tense around my head as I lick her clit with the biggest smile.

"More, baby?" I ask. The way her face looks, so blissed out and beautiful, I don't wait for an answer, and I thrust my fingers inside her. Her mouth drops open, a silent word on her lips. But I see it, and I know what she wants. My other hand reaches around and finds the coil of muscle between her cheeks. With the pad of my thumb, I touch, and she lets out a gasp.

"Yes, Greg. Yes!" she yells. I barely keep my lips on her clit through my joy. I love seeing her like this, so driven by her own pleasure, without any hesitation. My Sam knows what she wants, and she's not afraid to beg.

But just as I think she's going to fall over the crest of what promises to be an intense orgasm, she rolls off me. I stroke myself as she lies on her stomach. I'm not quite sure what she wants until she gives me a seductive glance over her shoulder.

For a moment, I allow myself to admire her naked form beneath me. Lowering myself slowly, I let every inch of my body spread over her back, my cock bulging against her perfect ass.

"Greg…" she moans out, her voice already at the pitch I love to hear.

"Yes, my love?" I'm grinding against her but not entering yet, just reveling in the soft feel of her skin against my body.

"I want you," she says, her face buried into the pillows as she let out another loud moan.

"Where, my love?" Her legs split apart, inviting me inside. She is baring herself to me, not any hint of shyness or reservations. All of it is for me. My eyes go wide, and I grab onto one of her thighs, spreading her entrance even wider.

With a gentle touch, I brush my crown against the inside of her legs, and her whole body shivers. "Now, Greg!" Sam snaps. I chuckle at her demand but won't give her what she wants just yet. Leaning down, I run both hands along her sides until they find their place at the crook of her hips.

I let my tip brush against her wet lips, precum glistening along my twitching cock as I do.

"Greg!" she yells, and I know she isn't going to wait any longer. I draw my hips back and flick myself forward again. My entire length thrusts inside her folds, from tip to hilt. It's so tight and warm, so right. I hold it there, fully inside, my head tilted back as I try to regain some control.

I like to think of myself as Superman or some sort of sex god, but right now, If I move even a millimeter, I know I'll burst.

But she tilts her pelvis and arches her back, forcing that beautiful friction between us. The sounds she makes as she does, so desperate for more, makes my body tense with pleasure. I lean forward and put my hand under her stomach. She immediately winces and tightens around me, but not in a good way.

"You okay?" I ask, immediately pulling out.

"Sorry, just sore on my stomach. Can we just erm, go missionary?" She laughs a little at the question as if she is embarrassed, but I am more than happy to oblige. She flips onto her back, and I decide teasing her is no longer an option. The woman is a goddamn hero for how she saved her nephew, and if she needs something, I'll deliver it, no matter the request or reason.

Her hand trails down her torso, tracing a line to the space between her thighs. She teases herself with her fingers, rubbing small circles as her eyes close. I swat her hand away and tisk.

"My job, Samantha." I replace her fingers with my own and let my cock ease inside her. If she needs gentle, I'll give it to her as softly and lovingly as possible. Hands brush down her body, from shoulder to thigh, until I hook my powerful fingers beneath her knee and raise her leg onto my waist. "This okay?" I ask.

"Yes, Greg. More," she says.

Pressed together, Sam squeezes her thigh around me, her other foot resting on my ass. Holding her against my chest, I pump into her with long, sweet strokes.

Our lips graze as we both start panting. Even the air she's exhaling is bringing me closer, hot and heavy, smelling a little like our pizza dinner.

"Do you want me to go faster?" I ask, barely able to croak the words out. A moan is her only response. So I dip into and out of her quicker but just as gentle, loving how easily my cock glides into her body. She reaches up and digs her fingers into my hair. Our bodies slap together, the sweat on my body pooling between us. With every move, she matches me, rocking her hips to get the pressure right where she needs it.

With an arch of her back, she licks the sweat on my neck. "You taste so good, Greg. So fucking good," she whispers. I don't know why, but it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard, and my balls immediately tighten up.

"You want more, Sam?"

She yells out a breathy "Yes!" and I push my tongue into her willing mouth, driving my cock between her legs at a breakneck speed. Within two pumps, I feel her walls pulse around me; I use one hand to rub at her clit while the other reaches around for that magic button between her cheeks. Sam moved her arms to grip onto my back. She's nearly screaming with every slap of my balls against her. Like she is unraveling, coming apart right below me.

And I am fucking here for it.

My mouth twists into a satisfied snarl, tingling spreading through my entire body. Mine. She loves me, and I am going to spend the rest of my life fucking her like the treasure she is.

"Oh Greg, I'm close." The realization that she's ready to finish makes my pleasure skyrocket; my cock throbbing, growing impossibly harder, promising to draw every drip of indulgent desire from her body.

Finally, everything turns white, my eyes closing as I burst into her, spilling the warmth to mix with her own release. My happy dick thumps inside her, and she squeezes her core, shaking as every one of her limbs stretches out. Her breathing slows, panting and turning into long, deep breaths.

But I stay right where I am, almost laughing at how intense and passionate we had both been. When I finally push up from her and withdraw my length, I look down at my gorgeous and, thankfully, not-in-prison girlfriend.

Her eyes are closed, her breathing even. Sam is asleep. I plop down beside her, my face beaming. Internally, a small part of me is thudding my chest like King Kong. I fucked her into a sex-induced sleep coma.

She is incredibly beautiful, and I am absolutely in love. Running my hands through her hair, I cuddle up against her. Sex really sucked my energy as well, though I suppose since I'm not missing a chunk of my liver, it probably isn't nearly as tiring for me.

I place a gentle kiss on her nose and close my eyes. I'll ask her the question on my mind in the morning even though I am suddenly sure she will say yes.