Here is the last part of my Rileystreet trilogy. I hoped you have enjoyed them. I don't know I'll ever recover, and I wasn't having sex! Just so you know I listened to Birthday Cake by Rihanna feat. Chris Brown and Say It by Ne-Yo while writing this chapter. Think of this as a WARNING of what is in this chapter. Enjoy and Happy Reading :-D

Part 3: Something More

Friends with benefits never works out. Someone always gets hurt if a ring doesn't get involved.

Amber Riley looked over at her sandy haired co-star as the cast and crew raised a champagne glass to the wrapping up of glee season three. Their eyes met and she gave him a small smile only to have him turn away and walking off with Mark.

Downing the rest of her sparkling cider Amber sucked in her cheeks. She turned away knowing that the cast would be getting together at Lea for party. She headed towards her trailer when she felt an arm link hers. Amber turned to see Dianna's hazel eyes smiling at her.

"I'm guessing you and Chord couldn't work things out", Dianna smiled sadly looking over her shoulder seeing Chord's puppy-eyed look gazing back their way.

Amber shook her head, "No but it's for the best Dianna; we…we weren't ready for…to date that's all."

"No it's not, Ambear, you two like each other; actually I think there's more there with you and him."

Amber shook her head, "Didi, seriously Chord and I tried it out it didn't work", she opened her trailer. She and Dianna had cleaned out their trailers the days before.

Being on glee had been fun in the beginning a great way to get her name out there. She would be forever grateful for opportunity but the fandom had proven not to be as accepting of the message glee represented. And after the death threats she decided to go. She was happy that Dianna was stepping away too. Dianna had confided in her the way they had written her character wasn't what she had signed up for.

The good friends laid down on bed starring up at the glow in the dark stars they had put up at the beginning of season one. Representing what they wanted to become.

Amber started to talk about being a feature singer at a local bar the next Saturday.

"I think you should give Chord another chance." Dianna whispered taking her friend's hand giving it a squeeze.

"Didi we are done. We tried, and we are done, end of story." Amber said flatly.

"No, end of story Ambear", Dianna said sitting up Indian style. "Chord. Chord he…he loves you."

Amber rolled her eyes, "Didi we were having sex that's all we barely went out on actual dates. I think you're getting our characters and real life mixed up."

"No, no, I know the difference between that. But I'm saying maybe the acting kind of transferred into the real world with him…with you."

"Well then that's his problem he doesn't know the difference. He knew what he was getting into" she snapped.

"It's yours too cause you're the one he's in love with." Dianna snapped back.

"Chord doesn't love me, Dianna", Amber sat up.

"Yes he does and you love him too otherwise you wouldn't be so hostile."

"I'm hostile because you are accusing me of something that has and won't ever happen."

Dianna shrugged. "I can only talk about what I've seen and witnessed Amber. You both are clearly in love even if you two are too blind to see it."

Amber opened her mouth to say-whatever- but it was what Dianna said next that shut it fast.

"The man proclaimed his love for you on state- now national practically viral- TV. Think on that. Yes you can say it was because of you and Kevin's old as dirt married banter, but I never once heard him flat out claim to be dating anyone in an interview. Not to mention the look of triumph when he shut Kevin up."

"So I'm some sort of prize", Amber crossed her arms with a look of disgust.

"YES", Dianna screamed "yes you are all girls, woman, the female species in general are. Look at wildlife it's not us with the brightly colored feathers or making the best to attract a mate."

Amber giggled, I'm going to have to block Didi Discovery channel and Nova the next time I'm at her house. She thought smiling at her friend.

"Then fate forbid that we give the human ones a chance. I beat if all women all the US took a vow of celibacy from boyfriends husband even friends with benefits. I know most of our problems with politics, poverty, and equal pay will disappear with a month. I guarantee it."

"If it's all women a week maybe two tops." Amber laughed. Dianna was very much like her character during season one without the mean girl act, a feminist through and though.

"It's not like we need them", the blonde Amazonian woman continued "it's proven that 75% of us can't reach orgasm with them probing around trying to find our spot. Toys are much better."

Chord flashed into Ambers mind. The man knew where her spot was. He would hit it bring her to the extent of an amazing orgasm only to purposefully miss and the feeling would go away until he decided or she begged for a release.

"So, what I'm trying to say is that the boy basically claimed you as his, only for you to break his heart." Dianna sighed sadly.

Amber gasped, "No I didn't."

Dianna nodded solemnly. "You did Amber. You should mend it while you have a chance."

Amber thought on her words.

"Intimacy is what you two had. Not just sex it was never what you had with him. It was always more."

"There's no use waiting any longer she's not coming", Mark Salling said crossed his arm as he leaned against the kitchen counter in Chord trailer.

"Well if she doesn't come she'll be at Lea party, right." He sat on the couch looking out the window which had a clear view of her trailer door across the way.

"Yea, Amber wouldn't upset a friend just because she hates you."

Chord shot him a look before going back to looking out.

Mark looked around the cleared out trailer.

The network had offered Chord a shot at being a regular next season, but he turned it down without hesitation. With Amber, his character love interest Mercedes Jones, leaving and there was no way he was going to let the writers mess his character, Sam Evans, up by having him date the girl from the Glee Project. Mercedes deserved better. A proper loving farewell.

"Amber doesn't hate you; you know", Mark said softly.

Chord nodded, "Yeah I know."

"You fell quickly not like with what's her face."

Chord nodded "But I think I always knew what she was with me, Amber different." He watched Amber and Dianna leave the trailer making their way towards his. "Here she comes." He almost squealed like an excited school girl. Chord closed the blinds quickly a waited. But the knock never came.

Mark opened the door, "She getting in her car", he whispered then stepped aside as Chord came crashing forward.

Chord watched her and Dianna car pull out. "It's whatever man her loss is what it is", his body shook with anger.

Mark patted his shoulder. "You're right it is her loss."

Chord couldn't shake the anger that simmered his body. It didn't help that at the red carpet for Lea party she was two cast mates ahead. Nor that thing she wore- a dress if you can call it that. He took in the simple little black dress that hugged her curves like a leech. It's capped long sleeves and golden bangles that complimented the gold Kente type pattern that ran down the back. Royal blue heels accented the gold perfectly.

What caught him of guard was her hair. Gone were the never-ending 'Glee' bangs and straight, pressed, hair weave. Amber wore her hair natural. The first time he'd seen it since the taping of the MJ episode. It was like a curl of ringlets exploded from her scalp. They graced her face gently though one side was pulled up twisted and fasten with a small golden bow barrette.

Chord gaped at her find her if possible more attractive than ever. Then he remembered he was mad at her. His simmering blood began to boil.

Amber could feel his eyes on her since the red carpet. She had caught him-if you can catch someone that doesn't turn away- starring a few times. One, a look of loath than filled her with sadness, then as if it disappeared and was replaced by lust, seduction, and something else; she couldn't quiet place it maybe...Love? Her question was erased but the sudden return of the loath look. The harsh glare filled her with dread of what the night will hold being in close quarters with him was something she was not looking forward too.

Amber was comforted, somewhat, by Dianna and Jenna taking her under their wing.

Chord pressed his lips together so hard that his full lips took on a Bob Hope approach. "When are they going to leave her alone."

"Probably not until you get rid of the scowl, Chordy Chord." Ashley Fink laughed.

"I said it out loud, huh." Chord could feel his cheeks reddening as he glanced around at her Mark and Harry.

It was cocktail hour before they headed up to the loft for dinner. Amber, Dianna, Jenna, were now joined by Chris Darren and -Chord least favorite person right now- Kevin. Who happened to stride in a week after their break up announcing that 'he was single and ready to mingle.' Chord watch as Kevin put his arm around her and started rubbing her back.

"Ah, dude you're going to break the glass." Harry said half concerned and half laughing. He pried the small rum glass out of his whiten hands.

"If you want I can break the little pow-wow up", Mark asked.

Chord only shrugged disgruntled.

Mark stuck his two pinky fingers in his mouth. But instead of a sharp whistle a strange bird type call came out. "Yo, y'all over there let's sit." He started over to a collection of couches. Apprehensively the two groups met in the middle it was clear that sides had been taken.

"Well this is nice", Darren Criss smiled around at all of them. "It's like a family reunion or something."

"Or something" Chord muttered glancing Ambers way. Why won't she look at me.

An awkward silence engulfed the group.

Amber felt Dianna nudge her rib cage. She looked up from black clutch to see his piercing green eyes solely focused on her. Why her eyes met only his was still mystery.

"Why don't we play a game while we wait", Jenna chimed hoping to lift the fog of discomfort.

"Sure", Mark smiled, "What game shou…"

"True or Dare", Chord interrupted, "I'll go first", his eyes never left her though she had look away. "Amber." Her head shot in his direction. "How did you like coming at the Cheesecake Factory while Mark Kevin Dianna watched." Chord hissed. He was so angry with her for breaking their couple ship up. More so angry at himself, that he did not fight for their relationship…for her.

The hurt look on her face made him regret his actions only it didn't last long. Her dark eyes turn a faint golden hue like burning coals. Chord swallowed hard never wanting to see that look again.

"I don't know, Chord", her voice was very icy and distant. "I'll tell you the next time I have an orgasm since I never got to have one with you."

Her words cut him like a machete. You could hear a pen drop as the other cast members avoid each other's eyes, as the couple starred each other down.

"That's not true", Chord spat standing to his feet. "I gave you so many you couldn't walk straight the next day."

"Well you should know that I was faking the whole time." Amber stood as well. She made some short orgasmic sounds that slapped Chord as if everything was fake. The whole Friend's With Benefits thing wasn't supposed to last yet here they were duking it out like a couple that had spent five year together not five months.

"Was it good for you", Amber mimicked his voice to the T-he never said that cliché phrase. "Sure was baby never had better", her voice went to her own. Amber had never said that phrase either.

"You're damn right I was the best you ever had", Chord rowed, recovering from the verbal slap quickly. "You think on that the next time when it's not me but just your finger and Sir Hiss in your pus..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHORD OVERSTREET"! Amber lashed out. Chord's mouth snapped closed immediately. He watched two huge crocodile tear spatter her cheeks. Amber stormed off toward the ladies room.

"Dinner is ready", Lea whispered. She and Cory just arrived down from the loft as the last argument allotted.

The group all filed up stairs except for Dianna and Chris, who arrived a short while later saying Amber would be right up.

Half way into their faux chicken and root veggie Amber still hadn't returned. Lea made to get up but Chord told them he would go see what held her.

Amber sat on the seat cover of the commode removing the last of the makeup her stylist had tirelessly applied just hours before. Now she was there crying it off and singeing off the rest as her face burned with anger.

She knew why she was hostile, but why Chord. The break was clean thoughshe thought but it was crystal that he had some animosity against her during their scenes together. He talked to her only if Kevin was talking her. Then it was only about the sky or simple weather related things.

He can't be that mad we barely dated and all we did was have sex.Then she remembered Dianna's words on how intimacy no matter how small changes things. She was right it did. She had thought it was just a fling but her feelings for him had changed. She missed him. Yes, the sex was wonderful but she missed the simple things, him holding her telling her about life back in Tennessee or even them having an impression contest and their dogs chose the winner.

She smiled thinking about him. The man made her blood boil yet she wanted so badly to be with him. But if he can't respect my wishes you are going to have to let him go she told herself.

She heard the door open and heavy boots made their way in. She closed her eyes wishing he would go away and let her be. "Leave me alone, Chord", she whispered when his boots appeared on the other side of the stall.

The sides of the blonde's mouth went up a little that she knew his steps so well. "I can't do that Amber. I'm sorry..."

"Now do see why I broke up with you Chord Overstreet. NOTHING, stays private with you."

Chord jaw clenched as he sucked in part of his lower lip. "Yes", he said simply.

"You obviously can't handle the simplest thing. I don't want my life in public eye." Chord could tell she was starting to cry again. "I…I…I know I'm in the wrong career for privacy but it can be done. Look at Beyonce' and Jay-Z."

Chord sighed knowing she was right. "Can we talk face to face Amber, please."

Amber opened the door and passed by him without a glance making her way over to the sink. She ran water over her face rinsing away what makeup was left tears and their stains. Chord handed her a paper towel taking in her natural beauty he already loved waking up to.

"I know what you are saying but why can't we have both." He watched her wipe her face. "I want to be able to hold your hand when we walk down the street and talk about how wonderful and talented you are in interviews."

"Then it won't be private anymore", she sighed finally looking at him. Her eyes were blood shot and her red nose made her look like emotionally ridden Rudolph with her eyes glassed over like that.

"Only the parts that need to be public, our careers and how much I love you."

She felt her face flush though it might not make much difference on how red her face was from crying. Amber blinked at the words. "I love you too Chord", she whispered.

"So…can these mean we are back together", he asked "Permantly?"

Amber hesitated. "I", she began. "Permanently like in forever." He nodded. "Do you know what you're asking Chord."

"I know what I'm asking Amber", Chord whispered. "Question is do you want what I'm offering"?

"Yes", Amber said without a moment thought. She gave a slight nervous giggle as Chord rushed her with a deep passionate kiss.

"Great", Chord mumbled against her lips. He had missed her satin touch so much he did know how physically weak he was without it. Chord began to gorge himself on the plump features only to be attacked back just as hungrily.

The two moaned loudly as hands and fingers roamed the long since touch but not forgotten pleasure points. Chord had found one that if pressed opened her legs automatically Ratatouille style. He placed himself between them. He stooped picking her up placing her on the vanity. Chord broke the kiss to unbuckle his belt but stopped.

"What's wrong" Amber asked.

"It's a bathroom, Amber", he said looking around. The restroom was a sparkling clean but it was restroom and a public one. "And you don't like public displays of affection." He helped her back to her feet.

"No I don't like public fucking Chord with my friends in the same booth, but we can lock the door." Amber straighten her dress.

"Okay no more shows for friends, but except to be eaten out in public at least once a month." Chord fixed his belt then embraced her brushing his lips across her forehead.

Amber smiled into his chest taken in fresh faint scent of his after shave and body spray. 'My place or yours" she heard him whispered.

"Mine" she looked up at him kissing his lips softly "after all it's where it started." Amber pushed out of his embraced and headed for the door.

She opened it to have half the cast falling forward. Loud excuses were made 'Just making sure the trim was a proper trim for the club' to ' had to make sure the doorknob work-it was a swinging door- and it does' while the remaining steady ones helped them up.

"I guess your sister was right but it was not lasting even eight minutes", Mark shook his head as he helped Chris to his feet. She doesn't have sex hair or nothing. He looked disappointed that the peek show stopped before it started. "She must really like you", he chimed as Chord stepped besides his girlfriend.

"Maybe I do", Amber eyed Mark, crossing her arms the cast parted like the Red Sea. She grabbed Chords hand leading back up to the loft.

The dinner minus the beginning was uneventful though cast the couple tried to figure out what to do with the vegan version of duck confetti and prime rib.

"Seriously you might as well eat the real thing. I don't how he's alive." Chord whispered in Amber's ear.

"Who?" She giggled.

"Cory the guy is a meat and potatoes guy until they started dating now all he talks about are the different types of hummus."

"If you want I'll fix you something when we get home."

Chord pecked her cheek "Thank you Ms. Pretty." He scraped the rest of the food onto her plate.

"Thanks Chordy", Amber rolled her eyes as she starred at the over flowing plate.

Chord followed Amber inside where she immediately stepped out of her heels. The height difference was ridiculous he basically could rest fold his arms rest his head on top of hers.

"Chord, are you coming", Amber called from her room at the end of the hall.

Her room not the guest room, his mouth twitched into a smile as he followed her voiced.

"Where's Chewie", he asked entering the master bedroom which was painted a soft light purple with the chair rail painted a shade darker. Her bed was high four post mahogany frame, gently made with white sheets and covers. The comforter had matching the wall purple polka dots with light green ones thrown in.

"He's over his Aunt's house visiting his cousins", Amber said from the same wooden dresser as she took off her jewelry.

Chord followed her lead taking off her watch and placing it by her trinket box. It's like we are married and just coming home from some event. He took off the sports coat tossing it on a sitting chair in the corner with a side table and lamp. A book laid open the last one in the famous Suzanne Collins trilogy.

"Can you help me", Amber's whisper brought him back to her. She had turned around pointing to a hidden zipper besides the back design.

Chord slowly unzipped the dress revealing the velvet skin it graced. Yup just like a married couple his mind wandered. "So, your room, why not the guest room, Amber."

Amber moved away only to have her boyfriend's reflects act quicker. Chord shoved the dress off her shoulders making it gather at her hands. He grabbed both sleeves twisting them so her hands and arm were trapped down her front.

"Why the change", he repeated. He fingered the royal blue bra strap.

Amber smiled feeling his lips lightly brush her shoulder. "Well I think it's about time we christened my bed, being committed now and all."

Chord let her go and began to unbutton his shirt. He kick of his shoes as Amber went to closet to hang up the dress. She came out finding him nude.

"In a hurry, Murry", Amber smirked "There's no cast call tomorrow."

"So does that mean all-nighter", he smiled striding over and embracing her.

"All-nighter, all-dayer."

Chord grinned as his face nuzzled her neck. He wrapped his arms tighter if possible bringing her closer. "I missed you.

Amber blinked back tears "I know, I missed you too." She returned the squeeze. "So much."

The couple stayed content for a long time.

Chord pulled away, "Get in bed, Ms. Pretty", his eyes smiled down at her.

Amber rolled her eyes she turned down the covers and climbed in followed by Chord. He just finished pulling the covers over them when Amber attacked him with her sweet kisses.

He groaned into them pulling her close. "We need to talk", he said between kisses.

"About what", Amber stopped slightly panicking as she searched his eyes.

"I'm gonna need a drawer", he smiled falling back placing his hands behind his head winking up at her. "Maybe three and some closet space", he jerked his head towards the walk-in.

"Three? You only gave me one, Chord Overstreet, and it was dedicated to my stolen underwear." She crossed her arms. "Now you want three drawers and closet space" she raised an eyebrow.

"Well, just think of how many panties you won't have to buy that are to be placed my collection Amber." Chord sat up on his arm." Like these I like", his eyes sparkled mischievously as he reached and fingered the lacy waist band of the matching underwear set. "Like 'em a lot."

Amber raised her eyebrow , in a 'I smell bullshit' way, "So the only way I can keep my own panties is for you to move in"?

"My place isn't lady material being a shared bachelor pad and all. Wouldn't it be nice to come home to each other and together"? His green eyes looked up at her.

Amber lowered her arms and began fiddling with her nail polish. "You mean live together."

"I'm committed to this relationship Amber."

"That's a big…really big step for us."

"Not really if we love each other" he smiled. "I want to be able to hold you at every night and wake up to you in the morning; plus this bed is way more comfortable than mine."

Amber looked into her closet. "Well drawers are easy but my shoes...you may need to use the guest closet."

Chord rolled his eyes, "Shoes really."

"They're my babies besides Chewie..."

"And me."

Amber chuckled "And you." She leaned and kissed him "Can we have sex now" she mumbled against his lips.

"I don't have a condom", Chord sighed angrily.

"I do", Amber stretched out over his legs reaching for the side table drawer, coming back with a box of Trojan Magnum. Chord saw her flush when she handed them to him.

Chord sat up, "My size too how was this purchase experience, Ms. Pretty" he snorted opening the box.

"I don't know; I ordered them online."

"Coward."

Amber stuck out her tongue.

Chord laughed replacing the box and laying three condoms on her table. He pulled her astride his lap. "Ready" he asked as his hands slipped under her panties squeezing her butt hard. Amber attacked his mouth as the answer.

Chord smiled pulling out of the touch, lying back "Come here" he whispered. Amber leaned forward only for him to stop their lips from touching with two fingers. "No sit here" Chord whispered. With the same fingers he touched his lips.

Ambers eyes went widen "On...on your face." She felt his hands pulling her slowly up his torso.

Chord nodded. He slapped her butt "Now."

Amber moved off him holding on to the hand board she stood up watching Chord scoot down from the head of the bed to the middle bringing a pillow to lay his head. "Gimme" he smirked grabbing at her legs placing one foot on either side of his head.

Amber lowered herself stopping for him to mark her. Setting herself down on her knees she saw a silver dollar size spot on her right thigh. The red was starting to fade and a light purple hue started to form from the middle.

Chord lowered her the rest of the way nuzzling her with his nose and mouth. Already knowing his way he found her clit quickly through the thin fabric. Taking the covered nub in his mouth he made her cry out, slipping a long finger inside her. He watched as the seat of her panties became immediately soaked through. He needed better access, gripping her hips he flipped her on her back. Chord removed the wet garment placing it under his pillow; laying on his stomach he pushed her thighs wide. Spreading her lips he dove in.

Amber saw stars and these weren't glue to the ceiling. She gasped heavily he wasn't even eating her yet she felt her release tighten. "Chord, I'm going to come."

"I know", he breathed propping his head up on his fist, with the other index finger he did circular motions on the swollen clitoris. "Your pussy already told me." Chord watched as a small waterfall began to leak out onto the sheets. "Should I help it out", his green eyes looked up at her seeing her nod.

Chord slipped his index finger inside her feeling the muscles contract and release. He began to pump her while still circling her clit. Her essence gushed forth when he added the middle finger. He listened as her moans turned into shallow cries and her hips kept with his rhythm. He ducked as a knee came his way when his fingers found her spot. Chord removed his fingers and laid back on his back, Amber was above him before he could say, 'Come here'. He slurped up the spilling juices that over flowed when he add a third finger. Giving her on last thrust he saw her thighs shake and a muffled scream. Placing his mouth over the opening he gulped down every last drop before sitting up.

Amber's body collapsed on the bed, her whole body shook as she stuffed more pillow into her mouth trying to quiet her scream. She felt his weight on top of her and his voice in her ear. 'Where's Sir Hiss.' Her tongue pushed out the fluff. "In…in the bottom drawer" she whispered. She felt his body leave her only to be back, sitting beside her, a few seconds later. Amber heard the faint vibrations before feeling it probe her cheek. She lifted her head to see the light green vibrator starring her down.

"It needs lube, Amber" Chord smiled slyly pressing the tip to her mouth.

Amber wrapped her mouth around the end, working it like a straw suck in a Wendy's frosty. She looked up into the intense green stare, watching him bite his lower lips as his eyes lowered to her mouth. A loud slurp was heard as Amber released her hold. She spat on it. "Is that enough"?

Chord lowered his head kissing her. Their tongues intertwined, moaning loudly. He pulled back slowly, "Perfect", he growled. He moved back behind her straddling her thighs. "Ready"?

Amber nodded placing her face back into the pillow. She felt Sir Hiss enter her. Her toes started to curl. Between, Chord pumping the vibrator into her dripping wet folds or him having fun with the speeds, going from four to seven, nine to three, and one to ten, Amber came again. Chord watched her back arch and her head fall back crying out. She began to grind her hips against the toy trying to make it hit her spot.

Leaving Sir Hiss on setting five, Chord moved to the side of the bed, grabbing a condom one from the side table. He tore it open with his teeth and quickly put it on. Amber rose up to her knees, reaching down the front between her legs, she worked the little green snake to her spot. She gave a sigh then a loud gasp feeling a second snake enter her.

Amber turned her head to the side feeling small sweat beads forming on her nose and forehead. "Two snakes…"

"One hole" Chord growled leaning forward cupping her face as he started working on a hickie behind her right ear. "It's your favorite right"? He felt head nod; his hickie reddening nicely he turned his attention to her bra.

Unsnapping it her breasts fell free, ready nipples alert for the taking. He tossed the garment into the pile of clothes. Both hands fondled her pillows, squeezing and tugging like they were utters. Pinching the nipples he felt her shiver which gave him the sensation he need to come. That combined with the vibrations sent him over. His scream joined her as they came.

Trembling they both collapsed.

Chord opened his eyes meeting her equally as dazed ones. "Was it good for you" he whispered brushing a damp collection of curls off her brow.

Amber smiled. "The best I ever had" her lips brushed his as she spoke.

Returning the grin, Chord raised up off her pulling himself and Sir Hiss out. He shut off the toy setting it on the side table, then pulled off the seed filled condom, and placing another one on. 'Again.' He heard her say. "I'm still pretty hard, been a while since I had you, you know." He sat up leaning his back against the head board.

Amber moved straddling his lap, her hand stroking his member, the other pushing his damp bangs away. She guided him in slowly moving up and down on him. "I know", she breathed, placing her forehead to his. She closed her eyes listening as their breathing picked up.

Chord's palms cupping her face letting his long fingers tangle her curls. He thrust gently and slowly inside her. Closing his eyes too his lips found hers. The kissed brought back memories of their first kiss. Amber opened her mouth to him, her tongue finding his. Chord increased the pressure as they both neared another climax. Breathing through their noses, the couple kept lip-locked, their cries filling the other throat.

Panting they pulled away. "I love you", they spoke at the same time. Searching the other's eyes they burst out laughing. Amber moved off him lying down on the bed. Chord moved to edge taking off condom two. He flopped on his back.

"Break time"? He looked up at her.

Amber nodded rising up and pecked his brow, "Break time."

She had fallen asleep only to be awoken a short time later to a hard thrust. Chord was on condom three. Amber lay on her back gazing up into his mischievous eyes. "Mornin'", he smirked. Gasping as her spot was hit, she turned her head to see the time of 5:15am, on her digital clock.

"Good Morning", she smiled, as he raised her legs over his forearms. Amber wrapped her arms around his neck bringing him down for a kiss. Her back arched when she met his strokes and he met hers.

Chord rolled himself into her making sure the curvation of his member hit her spot every time. Placing his forehead against hers he looked down loving what his body was making her do. He gripped the sheets feeling her starting to clamp down on his shaft. Chord gave a few more stroke and removed himself just before her climax.

Amber immediately went to finish herself off only for both wrists to be pinned above her head. "No" Chord panting feeling the beads of sweat trickle down from his temples.

"Please I need… I need." Amber begged then started to close her legs hoping the friction of rubbing them together she could still get off.

"Nope", Chord shifted so one hand held her wrists the other forced and held her legs at bay.

"Chord please", Amber whimpered raising her hips trying to find his member so it could finish her off. I need it.

"Need what?" He lowered his head his lips brushed her ear "Tell me what you need, Amber" he whispered.

"I need you to fuck me", Amber half screamed.

"Where you have many holes Ms. Pretty"?

"My…my pussy pl…please Chord." She turned to face him.

Chord kissed her softly. "With what do you want me to fuck you with?"

Curls stuck fast to her damp forehead as she met his gaze. "Your cock, Chord I want your cock inside me and I want you to fuck me like you love me." She searched his face.

Chord released his grip on her wrists cupping her cheek. His green eyes smiled back. "I do and as you wish."

Laying down on his side Chord pulled her close draping her leg over his waist as he lowered his head to her breasts; he entered her second later. With his strokes starting off slow picking up speed and intensity with every counter stroke she gave.

Amber clung tightly to him screaming when he captured a nipple nibbling and sucking on it as the strokes increased. He was deeper in her from this position than any else and she was coming faster than ever. She held on waiting for him to reach the level of ecstasy she was at.

Chord watched her head fall back with a loud groan as he took hold of the twin nipple. He noticed from this position that he was deeper than ever inside her. Almost like I'm in her womb he thought. Chord slowed down thinking Her womb means babies. He looked up reading the desire across her face. The thought of them love making not just for love but for babies. His...their babies. Baby making. A wide tooth smiled appeared on his face it faltered when her thrusts started faster. My Pretty wants to get off. He matched hers then took over.

Chords mind wandered back to the thought of him have children with Amber. The thought never crossed his mind this subject with his other girlfriends not with a strong burning desire he had right now.

"I'm gonna put a baby in you, Amber", he whispered grinning up at her.

Amber's eyes flashed open, "WHAT" she screamed then looked down at their joining; he was still sheaved. "A baby! I'm not…" she panted.

"Not now" he interrupted "I'm not ready either." He linked their fingers "Got to place something sparkly on this hand first" he whispered softly kissing the tip of each small limb on her left hand. "But soon I will", his kisses traveled to her mouth.

Amber watched him close his eyes as the kiss deepened. She kissed him back. Babies? She pulled out of the touch gasping as he hit her spot. Chord went back to feasting on her bosom. Amber hissed as he snipped the tender skin under her breasts. Babies. She knew she wasn't ready for them just yet but someday. But with Chord. She bit her bottom lip as her climax neared. She felt his member jerk which sent her over the edge as they came together.

But it's Chord,she thought as he kissed her hard before pulling out. He sat up taking the condom off tossing number three into the bin. Amber gazed at the broad shoulders and muscled arms that held her safe. That she felt safe in. The man could make her laugh by just a look though easy to do it meant more when it was him.

She watched him get up and head for the bathroom. He also makes me so angry too Amber thought as she fell on her back. But you don't stay angry long. We only been dating a few months now he talking about marriage and babies. It's what you wanted. It's what you want out of the relationship any relationship. Now he's giving you what you asked for you're running scared."I'm not scared" she said out loud.

"Scared of what", Chord asked coming back in with a damp towel.

Her mind conversation was gone. She smiled as he sat on the bed. "Open your legs, Ms. Pretty. I promised I'm done for the night." He said when her legs remained shut. "Morning really", Chord glanced at the clock of 6:35am. Amber opened them.

"I think that's a new record, five hours, Ow" she hissed as he placed the hot towel to her womanhood. She jerked away. Chord bent his head and kissed the swollen lips. "Better"? He asked watching her smile return as she nodded.

"I think anything is better than eight minutes." Chord smirked sitting up, eyeing her through his lashes. He dapped the towel against her until she could stand the heat. "I think your pussy is paying the price it's really swollen." He frowned.

"That's all your fault" she chuckled.

"I told you, you taste amazing and I really can't get enough of being inside you. I'm sorry but it this will be a regular thing." He nodded to her womanhood.

"Oh god", Amber laughed as Chord tossed the towel in his pile of clothes. "I may just have to unsnap it and rent it out to you 'cause I'm exhausted." She closed her legs turning on her side.

Chord pulled the covers over them as he laid down. "If it can do that", he teased, "It might come in handy when you leave on tour or I can take it with me when I tour."

"How would you explain that to TSA", Amber laughed.

Chord placed a hand on her hip "What are you scared of, Amber." His eyes went from light-hearted to serious in less than a second. He propped his head up on his palm.

Her breath hitched, she had hoped he had forgotten what she had said. "Nothing, just it was…it's nothing, Chord", she smiled.

"Don't lie, Amber." Chord said; his hand moved to the small of her back. "What are you worried about"?

Amber sighed, "The talk about babies…"

Chord burst out laughing falling on his back, "Babe I was kidding; I got caught up in the moment."

"It didn't sound like you were caught up, Chord." Amber stared at his profile, seeing his jawline clinch as he avoided her eyes. Who's lying now.

He side-glanced her, "What if I wasn't, wou…would you want to start a family with me, Amber"?

Amber moved to half on top of him. "Yes, but not yet."

Chord raised his head up placing a hand behind her head bring her lips down hard, "When."

"Like you said, when something shiny is on this finger" Amber waggled her left ring finger.

"Not before"? Chord whispered against her lips. He pulled her on top of him, he moved so his manhood pressed against her opening.

"Not a minute before" she smirked, pinching his nose and moving off him.

Getting up on his side, "In the car after the wedding we can start, right"?

"We would have our family in the car with us."

"And"?

Amber snorted shaking her head, "Not going to happen."

"We'll see" he said laying back. Chord pulled the boy cut panties from under his pillow.

"I think I'm going have to stage an intervention," Amber snorted watching him examine the garment closer.

"I don't have a problem", Chord laughed glancing at her as she moved closer to his side.

"Yes you do, I'm going to have to hide them now, 'cause you would still have a stash."

"Okay, okay, compromise, I get three pair to keep the rest I'll give back." He sniffed them before tossing panties with his clothes.

Amber rolled her eyes, "Fine, Pantie Bandit." She raised her head as Chord slipped his arm under it; wrapping it around her shoulders pulling her closer.

"Pantie Bandit?...I like it very superhero-ie", Chord peck her nose.

"More like villainy", she laughed, "What would your power be."

Chord shrugged, "I'll take all my beautiful woman's panties."

"So, I would be walking around without underwear. So very comfortable…", she drawled rolling her eyes.

"Yes, it's easier to please you, no barrier." He grinned.

Amber cupped his cheek kissing his cheek. "Go to sleep, Pantie Bandit" she smiled, using his arm as a pillow.

Chord watched her close her eyes. He tucked a few curls behind her ear. "You know you love it" he whispered.

"I do", she whispered back smiling.

It was a beautiful clear blue day on the famously, expensive, LA shopping road two years later. The couple walked together down the sidewalk window shopping as they went. It was a rarity because they kept their relationship private and out of the public eye as much as possible. Not many passersby stop them, though a few took a second glance at the happy couple.

Chord Overstreet took his girlfriend hand in a protective manner intertwining their fingers when they were spotted by a small group of paparazzi. He walked slightly ahead forcing the paps to take a distance from his girlfriend. They smiled letting the pap click their pictures, knowing they would leave them alone sooner once they got what they want.

The paps stood a distance away, because of what happened the last time the couple were out. They had taken his nephews and Amber's niece out for a play date. They had just come out of a McDonald's when they were swamp by flashing lights.

Chord stooped allowing his five year old nephew to hop on his back. Standing he picked up Amber's three year old niece while she did the same to his same aged other nephew. Grabbing Amber's free hand he lead the way down the sidewalk to their car, telling the children to keep their head down in avoidance of the multiple flashes.

A pap, wanting a closer look, stepped up a snapped a picture of the niece. Chord shoved the camera back into the man's face.

"Dude, watch the camera", the pap yelled disgruntled examining his money maker.

"Bastard, watch my kid", Chord yelled glaring reaching back for Amber's hand. Feeling her small warm hand calmed him a little.

The crowd of cameras retreated quickly, clicking only a few pictures as the small group finally made it to their car.

"At least they were nice", Amber Riley smiled up at him. When the paps took a few pictures then left the couple alone. "They didn't hound us like last time."

Chord moved to bring her closer by placing his arm around her shoulder. He kissed the top of her head. "You know they just want pic of you, Ms. Pretty."

"And you too, Chordy", she grinned as he pecked her lips.

"Naw, you're the buzz of the town being the opening act for Beyonce'", He gazed down at her.

"Or you Chord preforming with your brother." Her smile faltered as she gazed up at him. "I'm going to miss you", Amber sighed; they crossed the street.

"Yeah this next two months are going to be torture without you." He brought her closer in a love head lock, brushing his lips across her forehead.

Amber smile returned, "Will talk everyday if you want, video chat or something."

"Sexy time chat", he asked hopefully.

Amber giggled shaking her head. "Only if you're good", getting up on her toes and kissed his cheek.

The couple walked on with Chord holding her fast knowing this time tomorrow she wouldn't be in his arms. He half listened on what she was talking about in a window arrangement she was pointing to. He knew it was selfish as he was leaving tomorrow as well for two months. He wouldn't even be here to welcome her back with a good 'I missed you' all-nighter.

They turned from the window stopping in a coffee cafe for a green tea for Amber and a mocha frap for himself.

"Is that, B", Amber pointed down the sidewalk a two stores off.

Chord watched as light blue boxes were being loaded into luxury SUV. Amber was right it was Beyonce and she had Ivy Blue in a stroller that cost more than three month's rent on their apartment.

"Amber Riley"! Beyonce smiled as she waved the couple over. Her bodyguards let them pass while passerbys and by standers watched the goings from thirty feet away.

"Hi", Amber beamed, "What are you doing"?

"Tiffany's has me wearing their jewelry on the tour. I had to be here in person to pick them up."

Chord glanced in the store were clerks still carried small boxes out of. Why they all only carried one small box each when a big bag would do he'd never know. He excused himself and went in.

The store was filled floor to ceiling with glitz and glammed-out accessories. He found himself over by the jewelry counter. Whatever Beyonce didn't have in the boxes it was clear that Tiffany's had more than enough to spare. Chord studied the sparkles none of which stood out, until the last case then he saw it.

It was a pretty little thing just like its new owner. The ring was new but it had an antique look with exquisite carved detail on the sides, old-fashion. The diamond had a purple hue Amber favorite color.

"How much", he asked the clerk.

The saleswoman told him the price which would be a snap since his and Amber's records had hits on Billboard's Top 100. Chord glanced over his shoulder seeing the two women still talking like they were old friends. Amber rocking back and forth as she held a sleeping two year old.

"Size it for an eight and quickly."

The clerk smiled taking out the ring she sized it on the spot. "The display is an eight sir but I'll shine it up quickly." With the sale complete she handed him a small blue bag. "Congratulations on your engagement."

"Almost engagement Amber has to say yes first", Chord smiled back. Taking the small light blue box out, he handed the bag back. He just placed the ring box in a zip pocket of his black leather jacket when Amber came up to outside the store.

"What were you doing in there, Chordy", she smiled up at him.

"Just wondering why girls like Tiffany's so much", he gave her a smile back as he took her hand. "Now I know it's full of shiny thing they get easily distracted. Like a laser pointer and a cat."

Amber rolled her eyes "Shut up, Chord." She smiled as he started laughing. She joined in with a chuckle, "I'm going to need a shower before we go over my parents tonight. I smell like a baby, all that money can't wash away the faint aroma of spit up, though it has a hint of lavender."

Chord smiled to himself. Mr. Riley had practically given his blessing a month before at the Riley-Overstreet family barbecue, a few weeks ago.

"I tell you one thing, Overstreet this brisket here is worth my daughter's hand." Mr. Riley said reaching for more slices.

Just to be on the safe side he asked her parents for permission anyway. And hopefully by dessert Amber Riley would be his fiancé.

He lowered his head and playfully sniffed, "Lavender and a hint of orchid. Put in a twist of lemon or lime and you have a herd salad." Amber laughed hugging him tight, squirmed her body against his. "Ewe, naw, get off me, I'm going to have to take a shower too."

"Maybe that's the plan", she whispered slyly as they reached his car.

"Sure thing", Chord smirks as they fasten themselves in and he starts back to their apartment, "but I don't think your father will like your, 'Just Had Sex' smile.

"I do not have a just had sex smile", Amber huffed.

Chord stop at a red light quickly pulling closer he kissed her gently. He whispered as he gazed into her mocha doe-like eyes, "We can film it as proof, Fawn."

Amber cupped his cheek thumbing the cheekbone softly. She held the mischievous Laurel green stare, "You're on, Murry."

Author's Note:Well that this was something, no? Hoped I didn't disappoint you it was quite long. This story was just supposed to be a one shot; well you can thank those that wanted more, they gave you the trilogy. Please review to let me know how I'm doing. Each and every one of them really do, make me smile as well as my day. I would like to thank each and every one of my reviewers, especially the ones that review each chapter of my other stories. It takes time to review and I really do an appreciate it. A big viral hug ({})…wait that looks like a va-jaja. *smh