Tussle

by Jacob Chance

  “Looking good, Gunn.”

  He walks his hands back and rolls up to his full height. “Maybe you should show me again. I’m not sure I’m grasping every nuance of the position.” Rising to the challenge I lower down, placing my palms flat on the floor. In my upside down pose I notice his masculine bare feet as he steps behind me. His hands go to my hips and then caress over my ass. “How long do you think you could hold this position for?”

  “As long as you need me to.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Jesse

  Three weeks later

  Staring up at the white ceiling, I adjust the pillows beneath my head and think about my impending return to WCW, tomorrow night. Excitement steams full speed through me; I’ve missed being in the ring. It’s been a month since I got hurt and after numerous tests and exams, I’ve been cleared by my team of doctors. I returned to my regular workouts ten days ago with no dizziness, nausea or any other negative side effects.

  Lilah shifts her position next to me and my gaze moves leisurely along her curves. Eyes skimming over her long bare legs. Whether she’s in one of my old t-shirts, and a pair of her tiny panties, like now, or dressed up in a suit for work, she is stunning.

  “When are you gonna be done, baby? Get your ass under the covers where it belongs.” I’m lying here, wanting her and my patience is running thin. She’s sitting up working on her laptop and my cock is already at attention, ready to be her main focus. No matter how many times I take her, there’s an insatiable craving for more. Her pussy is a drug and I’m the junkie for it. I’ll do anything to have it.

  “I know. Believe me, I’m trying to finish this up, but I can only work so fast,” Lilah, huffs. Her graceful fingers fly over the keys on her laptop while my eyes slowly skim over her shapely legs folded beneath her.

  “I’m sure I can convince you to put it away for the night.” I smirk knowingly at her.

  “I’m sure you could.” Her eyes dash to mine before focusing on her screen once more. “But, you won’t because you love your fans and what I’m posting will make them very happy.” Her head raises as she grins, mischievously. I can’t see what she’s doing because she’s facing me.

  “What are you up to?” My fingers needle into her side, tickling under her ribs.

  “Hey,” she giggles and squirms. “Knock it off and let me finish so I can get under the covers with you.” She sends me a flirty glance and my cock gets painfully hard.

  “You have five minutes and then I’m closing your laptop for the night,” I state.

  “Okay, Mr. Bossy we’ll see how that goes,” she challenges.

  “Don’t make me power bomb your ass right onto this bed,” I joke.

  “You know I like to play wrestling with you,” she teases.

  “I’ve been thinking, we could do a naked version and my tongue could make your pussy extremely satisfied.”

  “Hmm, I like the sound of that. Hold that thought. I want to show you something first.” She chews on her bottom lip and then spins the laptop around.

  “What the fuck?” She’s posted pictures of me when I dressed up as Macho Man Randy Savage for Halloween.

  “Come on. Look how adorable little Jesse Gunn was,” she laughs, and I join in as I look at my five-year-old self wearing a bandana and the white sunglasses that cover half of my small face. “Where did your mother find that costume?”

  “I’m not sure, but Macho Man was my favorite wrestler and no other costume would do.” I smile as the memory comes.

  “Where did you get these pictures?”

  “Ronnie got them from your mom. Keep scrolling down. There’s much more.”

  “Great,” I mutter. “I’m going to kill Ronnie.” The next group of pictures are from my painfully awkward preteen years. I was scrawny as hell, all limbs, knobby knees and pointy elbows in my shorts and muscle shirt. The buzzed hair adds to my skeletal appearance. I look like I’m half starved, but I used to eat enough to feed a small family. “Shit. I haven’t seen these in ages.”

  “It’s hard to believe you were ever that skinny.”

  “Right? Who’d have thought that body had the potential to turn into this massive muscular work of art you can’t get enough of?” I point out my chiseled stomach muscles.

  She snorts. “Keep scrolling Gunn, before your oversized ego makes your head explode.”

  “That’s not the only thing that’s oversized right now.” I grip the sheet draped over my lower body. “Want to see?”

  “Stop trying to lead me astray, Gunn.” She moves onto the next flashback into my past.

  I bark out a laugh when I see a pic of me from the high school wrestling team, still sporting a military type haircut, but no longer as scrawny. At this point I’d been working out for a couple of years and had started to gain some muscle mass.

  “Looks like you filled out in all areas,” Lilah quips.

  Snatching her laptop from the bed, I snap it shut and set it on the nightstand. Rising to my knees, I grab Lilah and playfully slam her back down onto the mattress. “Damn right, I filled out.” I grind my hard length against her clit. “It’s time to play, baby. Who’s going to win this match?”

  Her emerald eyes sparkle. “Both of us.”

  Today is the day - the motherfucking day I’ve been waiting for. Being away from the excitement of live performances this past month has been a test of my patience. If it wasn’t for Lilah, I’m not sure how I would’ve made it through. She soothed the caged beast inside me when I was ready to go off the deep end, with only a few words and the gentle touch of her hand.

  “Are you excited for tonight?” Lilah asks when we’re on our way to the arena.

  “Yeah, I am. It seems surreal that I’ll be back in the ring.”

  “You’re going to be great. I can’t wait to watch.”

  I reach over, resting my hand on her thigh. “Thank you for being so fantastic this past month. I know I’ve been a bear to be around sometimes.”

  “Yeah, you’ve been an asshole, but I love you anyway.”

  “Hey, cut me some slack. I could’ve died.”

  “Pfft. With that thick skull?”

  “Seriously though, I want you to know I couldn’t have made it through without you. I love you.”

  “I know you do, and I love you too.”

  “Are you ready to be champ?” Jimmy’s mood is somber in the backstage locker room.

  “Hell yes.” I don’t hesitate. I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.

  “You know what?” Jimmy stares at me for a moment. “It’s a helluva ride, so enjoy it, Jesse.”

  “Thanks for everything. I’m sure we’ll do this again.”

  “You’re damn straight we will.” Jimmy shakes my hand. “Don’t get too comfortable on my throne.” He walks out of the locker room to prep for our intros leaving me alone with my thoughts. I can’t believe this day has finally arrived. It feels as though I’ve waited a lifetime for it and in some ways, I have. The time I’ve had off with my injury will only make it sweeter - only make me want it more. And now it’s time…

  Ronnie, Wyatt and I strut to the ring with our trademark casual swagger. In the last month the Gunn Club has skyrocketed in popularity among the fans and I can’t help but notice all the signs in the crowd.

  “Check it out.” Ronnie stops to grab a sign from one fan that reads STAY GOLDEN… JIMMY BOY.

  Wyatt hits a double bicep pose and points to a fan holding one that says Gunn Control.

  Before entering the ring, I stop to lean back over the barrier next to a fan holding one that reads #GunnClub. He’s flanked by two attractive ladies wearing matching t-shirts with #JessesGirlz printed on the front, across the chest.

  The next fifty-five minutes are a blur of classic wrestling. We trade punches, slams, locks and holds, while mixing in plenty of high-risk acrobatics and some hard-hitting, crowd stunning athleticism.

  “It’s time.” Jimmy whispers in my ear as we both struggle to get up f
rom the mat, after a particularly brutal superplex from the top rope.

  One minute and thirty-two seconds later I follow up six belly to back snap suplexes, with show stopping, five-star frog splashes from each of the four top corner turnbuckles.

  The official’s hand thumps the mat. “One - Two - Three.”

  Harsh breaths leave my lips as I climb to my feet. The ringside announcer calls out “The winner and new World Class Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the World.”

  Someone hands me the championship belt; I’m not sure who. I raise it over my head. I’m dazed, and the reality of this moment hasn’t sunken in.

  Wyatt is immediately next to me in the ring, then hoisting me on his shoulders. The crowd cheers, and repeatedly chants my name. The arena is almost bursting at the seams with all the overly excited fans.

  I find myself standing in the center of the ring next to my sister.

  “How does it feel?” she shouts over the noise as we raise the two title belts together.

  Camera flashes pop from every direction.

  I grin at Ronnie. “It’s good to be King.”

  Epilogue

  Jesse

  Six Months Later

  I married Lilah in a private ceremony on a beach in Hawaii three months ago. Only our parents and closest friends attended. When I first saw her walking toward me to say the words that would make her mine forever, I swear my heart skipped a beat. I’d never seen anything so breathtaking in my life. Her smile grew with each step closer and when she stopped in front of me there were tears in both of our eyes.

  Every moment of our ceremony is permanently etched in my mind like thousands of individual snapshots. The flowers in her hair. A long, flowing white sundress. Elegant fingers holding a colorful bouquet of hibiscus and plumeria. Blonde tresses stirring in the breeze, gently caressing her cheeks. The warm, squishy sand under my bare feet. The rapid pounding of my heart as we exchanged our vows. Slipping the platinum and diamond band on her finger. Lilah pushing the black titanium band on mine. Bowing my head for prayer and seeing her pink toes curled into the sand. Kissing the bride for the first time. Supple lips meeting mine. Tongues stroking. Arms embracing. Bodies pressed together. Throats clearing to break us apart. Laughter followed by congratulations from all our loved ones.

  Every day together has been better than the last. I still can’t believe she’s mine. Fortune has smiled down on me in so many ways.

  “Hey, what are you doing?” Lilah asks, walking into our home office with flushed cheeks and an impish expression on her face.

  “Come here.” I crook my finger and pat my thigh. She steps toward me, a graceful sway in her hips, mouth curved into a delicate smile. Sinking down onto my lap with a sigh, she runs her fingers through my hair, staring lovingly at me. My chest squeezes with pressure. I love her so much sometimes I don’t know how my heart can contain it all. “I’ve been thinking about us and contemplating life.”

  “Uh oh,” she jests.

  My fingers stroke up and down her back, tracing over her spine. She shivers from my touch, stirring the primal sense of satisfaction within me. I fight my natural urge to lie her down on my desk and take her hard and fast. Right now, I want her to hear the words I need to say.

  “I’m the luckiest bastard in the world. My job is the one I always dreamed of doing and allows us to be financially sound. And best of all, I get to spend the rest of my days loving my dream woman and growing old side by side through whatever life has in store for us. What could be better than that?”

  She stares at me with an impish grin on her face before leaning her forehead against mine. “I’m pregnant.”

  My hands cup her cheeks, raising her head from mine. I need to see her clear green gaze right now. “You’re pregnant? You’re really pregnant?” Awe mixed with surprise has my voice croaking the words out.

  “I’m really, really, really pregnant. Counting back almost three months, I think.” She smiles, her eyes shining with tears. “I took a test. Actually, I took three, just to be sure.” She rubs her nose against mine. “With all the travelling and work, I didn’t realize it until now.”

  My arms pull her in, holding her tight to my chest. I may never let her go.

  “Jesse, I can’t breathe.” She pokes my side and my embrace immediately loosens, but I’m not releasing her anytime soon.

  “You just made me the happiest man in the world.”

  “I thought you already were?”

  “I was. I am. I have been since the day I first kissed your lips.” My nose nuzzles the soft cloud of her hair, breathing in her fruity scent. “It only took two hundred ninety-one rejections before you said yes. I knew then I’d never let you go. And this,” my hand rests on her flat stomach, “our baby is a fucking miracle. He or she is the best gift of all.”

  There’s so much to teach our child. This will change things for us. Lilah will need more rest and to do less travelling.

  “What’s going on? I can see you worrying?” she questions.

  “Just thinking about all I have to teach our little Gunn. How early is too early to start learning wrestling moves?”

  Lilah shakes her head and removes her phone from her pocket. She snaps a picture of my hand on her stomach. I watch as she chews on her bottom lip, fingers flying over the screen. Finished typing, she holds the phone up, a smile stretching across her captivating face. Grinning, I click ‘tweet’, thinking of the social media frenzy this will cause.

  @TheJesseGunn Look out world, here I come #GunnInTheOven

  The end

  About the Author

  Jacob Chance grew up in New England and still lives there today. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.

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  Afterword

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  Prologue

  Carter

  January - Four months ago

  The happiness radiating out of every single pore of my sister Reagan is a welcome change. I always knew she and her fiancé Noah were meant for each other, it just took them four years to find their way back together.

  However, sometimes things don’t work out so well. Fate has a way of crashing through the door uninvited and destroying our plans for the future. I should know. I’m well versed when it comes to fate’s assholish qualities. How else can I explain the guy I’ve been in love with for the past three years sleeping with a close friend of mine. She’s an ex-friend now, but it doesn’t change the fact that she ended up exactly where I imagined I would - as Mrs. Joseph Baldwin. One drunken hook up between them and she’s two months pregnant with his son.

  They’ve been married for two weeks and twelve hours, now. I only know, because I can’t seem to fucking forget.

  How do you let go of the exact date that your life was over as you knew it?

  Once they said their I do’s it was the final gasp of our relationship. We’re dead and things will never be the way they used to.

  If only I could bury us.

  I know; I deserve better. He’s a lying, cheating dick who wouldn’t know a good thing if it bit him in the ass. He gave me up after all and I pride myself on being the best person I can be. If you Google ‘good girl,’ I’m pretty sure my picture is the first thing that comes up.

  Glancing down, I run my hand over the soft material of the pale pink dress I’m wearing. Even the clothes I choose are appropriate. Pink and pearls are two of my favorite things, at least that’s what everyone thinks, and I’ve never done anything to correct their faulty assumptions. How could I when ninety
-nine percent of the time I’m wearing both?

  What they don’t know, what I won’t even admit to myself is that I’m sick of my good girl image. At this point it’s starting to feel like a persona I’ve adopted to make everyone like me - everyone except me. I can’t stand this sickeningly sweet pink person I’ve become.

  Shaking my head, I gulp down some more of the champagne Noah supplied for their surprise engagement party. He asked my sister Reagan to marry him earlier tonight and had us all waiting here to celebrate with them. The two of them haven’t stopped smiling since they arrived. That’s the way love’s supposed to make you feel. It shouldn’t change you for the worse or turn you into a meek bobblehead who only knows how to nod their head in agreement.

  When did I become a doormat that Joseph wiped his feet on - and a pink one at that?

  It may have started with him, but it’s spilled over into the rest of my life and now I’m the ultimate people pleaser. I please everyone except myself.

  It’s exhausting.

  I’m tired of being me. I want to be brash and bold, two things I forgot how to be when I met Joseph my senior year of college. Instead, I let him mold me into the perfect little accessory on his arm - the perfect aspiring politician’s wife.

  And when push came to shove he ended up sleeping with my friend who’s the exact opposite. She has a list of ex-lovers a mile long and she never wears pink or pearls.

  How’s that for irony?

  Drinking back the rest of the champagne, I frown at my empty glass. Guess I need a refill. Each one goes down smoother than the last and makes me feel a little better.