bubba || c.b

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Colby's POV

I feel my dream drifting away, I stir slightly, going to move when I feel fingers in my hair and a small head resting on my chest, I pause- peeling my eyes open, blinking a few times to adjust them to the dark room, then look down.

Holy fuck, it wasn't a dream.

I am laying in bed with my two favorite girls. Morgan had somehow wiggled her way down to rest her head on the pillow we are now sharing, her hand still lazily tangled in my hair. Mia smooshed between us, her hand stretched behind her on Morgan's chest, her head on my chest. The TV playing cartoons in front of us. I can't help the smile that comes to my face. I let out a huff which causes Mia to lift her head off my chest and turn toward me.

"Bubbaaaa" she whispers sleepily and makes her way up and on top of my body to wrap her arms around my neck for a hug.

"Hi my girl" I mutter, wrapping my arms around her waist to return the hug and planting a kiss on the top of her head.

She brings her head up to look at me and says "I'm hungry." between giggles.

The sound is heaven to my ears, I am so happy she woke up like this and not still upset from the events that happened a few hours ago.

"Why don't you go shower, we can go get something. I'll wake up the monster next to us." I whisper, making a scared face in Morgan's direction.

With a giggle she hops up and books it to the bathroom. As the door closes I turn my full attention back to the beautiful woman sleeping next to me. Her hair is wild, her clothes disheveled. Her shirt falling off her shoulder, giving me a perfect few of her bare neck that I just want to bury my face in- even though it is still covered in hickeys from that asshole. It has also risen slightly at the bottom, and although it gives me a chance to scan her hips for more forming bruises, I focus on the unharmed, smooth skin of her stomach. I reach my hand out to skim my finger across it. Inspecting a pretty little diamond that is pierced through her belly button, I fiddle with it for a minute before traveling a little lower to the waistband of her jeans. A flashback hits me of her perched on my counter in the black lacy thong and my mouth instantly waters, my thumb and pointer finger play with the button on her jeans. My fingers skim across the bare skin above her waist band and make their way to her bruised hip, I can quite literally make out the the finger prints and I feel myself growing pissed. I lay my cool hand on her hip and give it a tight squeeze, giving a silent conformation to myself that she is mine and nobody will be touching her that way again. Unless of course she liked it rough- I would happily oblige.

My hand makes it up her side, my eyes following it. I take in every curve, making a promise to myself that I will eventually explore them.

I hear the shower kick on and realize I only have so much time alone with her before a little monster comes and joins.

I take my hands off of her so I don't completely scare her when I get her awake and turn my body toward her, laying on my side.

"Morg." I whisper. "Morg, Morg, Morgannnn"

I thought I was a deep sleeper, there could be an earthquake and this girl would sleep through it.

A mischievous smiles comes to my face as an idea pops into my head, I lean toward her exposed neck- bringing my body with me, my chest now lying flesh against hers. I let out a final huff before bringing my head into her neck

One peck on the collarbone "Morgannnn" no movement.

Another, this time an open mouth kiss with gentle nipping "Morggggg" nothing.

Her ear, I even went as far as nibbling her ear lobe slightly, this time not saying her name- just a small groan in her ear. That gets her to slightly stir.