by Fran Lee
Sam lifted her eyes to his face and sighed again. “You know I hate watching you wrestle. I get too upset. And it gets pretty damn boring sitting in the hotel room alone while you’re off thumping your friends into the mat.”
“I like it when I know you’re out there. It makes me feel like I’m flying.” He dragged his lips over her forehead slowly, enjoying the shiver that went through her.
“Sure and when you do go flying, I nearly have a heart attack. It’s hard enough seeing you come home all covered with bruises and sporting stitches. Having to watch you get them isn’t my favorite pastime.” She closed her eyes at the feel of his mouth caressing her face. God she adored this man.
“If I got down on my knees, would you come to the match in New York?”
She pursed her lips and ran her fingertip around his navel slowly, causing him to shudder with reaction. “If I got down on my knees, would you just forget it and let me stay here?”
His eyes flared with passion. “You little devil. I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He caught her mouth with his and kissed her hungrily, then swept her into his arms. He lifted his head and said roughly, “I love what you do to me with those luscious lips but I won’t trade it for not having you with me for the next ten days. You’re coming to New York as agreed.”
He carried her slowly up the curving stairs to the second landing and into the bedroom they had shared for the past two months. He set her on her feet and kissed her eyelids gently. “I’ll go run that hot bath for you.” His smoldering eyes were full of promise.
She followed him to the bathroom door, and watched as he moved, loving the sight of all that stunning skin stretched over all those rippling muscles. The man had the baddest, tightest, sexiest ass she had ever seen. And when he had filled the marble tub with hot, steamy water and had turned on the whirlpool jets, she lifted one brow and ran a slow finger down his chest to the tie of his silk PJs.
“Too bad you already showered. I’ll miss having you in that tub.”
David smiled slowly as her fingers toyed with the ties of his pajama bottoms. “A man can’t be too clean. I think can handle another bath.”
“You’ll be all pruny,” she warned softly as he dropped his PJs to the floor and shoved her dressing gown back from her shoulders.
“Sometimes a rough texture gives a better orgasm. Don’t you agree?” He picked her up, stepped into the tub and sank down into the steamy, bubbling water.
Sam bit the corner of her lower lip as she sank astride David’s lap and felt his swollen cock slide into her welcoming heat. His dark eyes held hers as he watched her enjoy the length of him filling her. He cupped her ass with both hands and pulled her firmly over his cock and he leaned back against the sloped wall of the tub, breathing raggedly. “You waiting for me to do all the work, sweetheart?” he said in his best Humphrey Bogart imitation.
She laughed as she lifted her body gently and sank over him again, then again, biting her lower lip at the utterly sinful feel of him so hard and huge, filling her with each gasping downward surge of her body. His palms slid slowly over her breasts as he closed his eyes and bared his teeth with each heady shot of delight she gave him. She loved watching him thrill to her lovemaking and she bent forward to lick his throat and enjoy the taut cords beneath her mouth, to feel the ragged breaths that jerked in and out as he squeezed her breasts and arched in pleasure beneath her.
And as she moved her lips from his throat up to his chin, he turned quickly and caught her lips in a searing, lush kiss. He kissed her until both of them were panting, their mouths fused into a tangle of hot, hungry tongues and passionate murmurs as they hit their climaxes together and both shuddered with a deep pleasure that left them sated and limp as the foaming water whirled over their bodies for some time afterward.
All that would possibly make it any better was if he loved her.
* * * * *
Victor Mulvayne was along for the New York trip. The FPW owner was extremely friendly but his wife was not. The nicer he was to Sam, the colder his wife’s ice blue eyes got. There was a decided chill to the air in their first-class pod. Sam recognized it instinctively and decided to try to clear the atmosphere. She leaned over toward the amazon and whispered confidingly, “That man absolutely adores you. When he looks at you, he almost drools.”
Yvonne Mulvayne seemed to come out of her dark state as if a ray of morning sunlight had touched her and a moment later, she was giggling with Sam about some of the things that had happened on their last tour.
David watched with a quiet smile as Sam charmed the “Wicked Bitch of the West”, as the other divas called Yvonne. The six-foot-two-inch amazon was joking and giggling with Sam as if they’d been best friends since kindergarten. He watched as Victor eyed the two women curiously, apparently amazed that they seemed to hit it off so well when his wife was a total bitch to all the other women.
David met Victor’s eyes with a touch of a challenge, letting him know that the little redhead was off limits. The chairman grinned crookedly and lifted his beer cup in salute.
“You got yourself one hell of a gal, Chance. Not many women can get the WBW to let down that guard of hers. Has she ever considered going in the ring? I think she’d be a sensation with that coloring. And after the ratings came in on the Chicago events, it’s plain to see that the fans loved her and want more.”
David leaned back in his seat and shook his head slowly. “Don’t even go there, Vic. I like her the way she is.” He spoke softly but there was an edge to his tone.
“You two would make one hell of a mixed tag team. Hell, you could coach her and show her the ropes.”
“I said no.” The rumbling voice should have warned Victor not to push but the man was a promoter to the core.
“Hell, man, when Y and me were mixed tag team champions, we made so damn much money we were rolling in it.”
“Drop it, Vic.”
Sam was raising her eyes to see what was causing David to use that tone. David glanced at her startled expression but didn’t change his tone. She seemed to realize that he was getting very tense, very quickly. Then she said something that brought his cock to rigid attention. She nudged Yvonne and winked at her and said loudly enough for him and Victor to hear, “Sometimes when we’re out, I get so damn horny. I just look at him and want to drag him into the men’s room and attack him.”
Picking up on the hint, Yvonne winked back. “I wonder how the poor man has survived the past couple of months. Does he eat a lot of oysters?”
David’s dark eyes lifted to Sam’s. He drew a deep breath, momentarily forgetting why he was irritated with Mulvayne. Those green cat eyes seemed to be inviting him and he drew a slow, deep breath. How the fuck could she make him so hot with just one look? The next moment, she was rising from her seat and leaning over him, excusing herself and heading toward a set of curved metal stairs and the jet’s upper-deck bathroom. She cast him a come-hither glance that made his cock sit up like a panting puppy and, heaven help him, he was excusing himself to follow her like a fucking horny hound.
He caught up to her as she reached the door to the toilet and she glanced over her shoulder at him. The invitation in her warm smile and glowing eyes made him as hard as a rock and he slid his hands around her waist and followed her through the narrow door into the cramped space.
He leaned against the door and she turned to face him, her hands moving to his overtaxed zipper as she sank down onto the closed toilet seat. “You shouldn’t get angry with your boss just because he says something you don’t like, David.” She kissed his fly then slid the zipper down. “You catch far more flies with honey.”
“I somehow get the feeling you are manipulating me, Sam.” He drew a sharp breath as she freed him from his suddenly tight slacks and caressed him slowly, before running her tongue up the side of him. He shuddered and inhaled.
“Stop complaining. I’d much rather manipulate you than let that black temper of yours spoil a good working relationship.�
� Her eyes sparkled up into his flushed face and he closed his eyes and groaned, running his strong fingers through her red curls as she bent to take him into her sweet mouth. He braced against the doorframe, watching her head bent over his fly. He savored the feel of her talented tongue, of her teeth gently scraping his cock as she cupped his balls gently with her other hand. Oh God, yeah. He could deal with this anytime.
He stared down at her hair brushing his belly and thought he would lose his mind as she stroked his cock with that amazing tongue of hers. She sucked him deep and squeezed her slim fingers around his base, beginning a heady, wonderful rhythm as she stroked and sucked so powerfully.
“Oh sweet Jesus. You can manipulate me any time you want to.” His thoughts deserted him as he shook and exploded and he found his body spiraling back to earth.
She gave him a wicked grin as he opened his eyes and tried to regain his breath. He stared down into her face as she gently zipped him back up and rose to kiss him slowly. He could taste himself on her lips and tongue and he growled huskily against her mouth, “I’ll take care of you later. And expect no mercy.”
“Thank you. I won’t.”
* * * * *
The limo that picked up Victor and Yvonne was a wonderful stretch Hummer and when Yvonne leaned out the door and said, “Hey, you two. Aren’t you coming with us? No need to grab a taxi. Load on in.”
Sam glanced at David, who shrugged and grinned. They climbed into the limo, which would have easily held a dozen more people, and Sam gasped aloud and said, “My God. All of the crew could fit in here. Is that a wet bar?”
Victor didn’t say a word but watched his wife’s face instead. With a shake of her blonde head, the WBW rolled down her window and yelled, “If you want a ride, get your asses on board. Last call. The crew can get those bags, Heidi. Let them do their jobs. Come on Wolfie, baby. Don’t be shy!”
And ten minutes later, sixteen laughing, joke-cracking, happily relaxed people were all on their way to the New York Sheraton, while Yvonne sat on Victor’s lap and ran her hands over his still well built chest as he kissed her slowly and with great enjoyment.
To conserve space, Sam perched on David’s lap, Heidi found a pleasant spot on the Wolfman’s knee and the huge sumo was smilingly cuddling his own tiny wife on his lap. Heather held up her plastic champagne flute and said, “To our new friend and one hell of a tough little broad, Sam Hastings. Hear, hear!”
Sam blushed hotly as they all raised cups and glasses and David drew her closer into his chest, running his lips over her throat as he rumbled, “Hear, hear!”
* * * * *
They had the evening free, except for a party with some New York promoters and West Coast entertainment moguls that would start at nine. It was only six fifteen when the limo stopped at the awning-shaded front doors of the hotel and everyone piled out. David didn’t move until the rest were out, except for Victor and Yvonne, and then he said quietly to Vic, “I think I’ll take Sam up for a nap. See you two later.”
Yvonne gave a laugh that brought hot color to Sam’s cheeks and the woman’s ice blue eyes were full of amusement. “You go enjoy your man, Sam, honey, because I sure as hell plan on enjoying mine tonight.”
Victor laughed and grabbed her again and kissed her warmly as David and Sam exited the limo. Once on the red carpet beneath the awning, he bent close to her ear and whispered, “I think you’re gonna be my PR specialist, Sam. I’ve never seen anyone handle those people so easily. And that’s really saying something.”
“They’re all great folks, David. They have hearts of gold under those tough exteriors, just like you.” Her finger trailed over his cheek and then she turned and walked under the awning into the hotel. He caught up to her and slid a possessive arm about her waist.
“Heart of gold? Me? You sure got that one wrong, lover. I’m one of the worst assholes in the sport, or haven’t you been paying attention?”
“Oh, I hear the little speeches you give on TV about who you’re gonna bust in half and whose legs you’re gonna break but when it comes right down to it, Mr. Chance, you are a pussycat inside.” Her green eyes glowed wickedly up at him.
David grinned down at her. “A what?”
“A pussycat.”
“You comparing me to that white ball of fluff you think is a cat?”
“No. Snowball is much tougher to deal with than you. He talks smack.”
“And I don’t?”
“Only in the locker room and in the ring. And you know he’ll be royally pissed off at you when we get home. He hates staying at home with your housekeeper while we’re away. Remember what happened last time?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t get the cat piss out of my favorite shirt. Had to dump it in the trash chute.”
Check-in was managed quickly at the VIP desk where everything had been prearranged for the large group of FWP guests. After grabbing the envelope containing their card keys, David practically dragged her toward the main elevators.
The elevator door opened to admit them and he escorted her inside, punching the button before anyone else could pile in with them. Once the door slid shut, she gasped as he dragged her into his arms and kissed her with so much steamy intent, she couldn’t get her breath. He enjoyed her sweet mouth for a moment, before pulling back and staring down at her.
“I know. Cameras.”
“You know that today is our three-month anniversary?” Her voice was quiet.
“You’re kidding. We’ve been together that long?” His voice was quiet too.
She nodded, not able to say it aloud.
He wasn’t smiling as he brushed her hair out of her face. David hadn’t realized time was rushing by so fast. He inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. That was the one thing he didn’t want to think about. She was sweet and completely adorable and she approached sex like a man did, no coyness or crap thrown up to obstruct the simple pleasurable act. She was like no one he’d ever known before. He was like a kid in a candy shop when she was in his arms.
He had grown used to having her beside him. Under him. On top of him. Doing wonderful, breathtaking stuff to him. He didn’t want to consider what his day-to-day life would be like without her there. He didn’t like thinking about that. He would deal with that day when it came. He slid his big hands around her tiny waist and said with a hungry note in his voice, “Let’s ditch the party tonight. Let’s lock the doors and forget anybody exists but you and me.”
“We can’t ditch the party. Important people are gonna be there and we’ll be letting down Victor and Yvonne.”
His eyes slid over her flushed cheeks, knowing that she really didn’t give a damn about the party. But she did give a damn about his friends. And that made him hate the thought of losing her even more. Not many people liked his friends. He ran his hands up the sides of her body until his thumbs were snugged gently against the soft lower curve of her breasts and he said roughly, “Well, let’s not waste the little time we have before we have to go to the damn party.”
She startled him by flinging her arms about his neck and wrapping her legs about him with the most satisfying urgency, causing him to nearly lose his balance as he took a step back to stop the momentum of their bodies. “Cameras, Sam,” he laughed in delight.
“To hell with them.” Her muffled words against his lips were enough to cause terminal meltdown as he struggled valiantly to maintain his composure until the elevator doors slid open and he stepped out into the empty corridor. He laughed as she moved her mouth to his throat and gooseflesh rose on his body. He shifted her light weight so that he could get to his room key.
“Behave yourself until we get into the room, at least,” he growled as he slid the key card through the slot and shoved the door inward.
“Shut up and take your clothes off!” she whispered huskily as he closed the door.
“You are one very horny woman, Sam.”
“And you still have your clothes on.”
She lay wrapped around his body, her eyes
closed and her breathing returning to normal. “You are a bad influence on me, David Chance.” Her voice was still breathless.
He calmed his own heart rate and swallowed hard before he found his voice. “Oh? And what makes you say that?” He let his hands rove slowly over her bare back and ass, enjoying the smooth, soft skin.
“When you were still just a dream, I could park you in my notes and take you out again whenever it suited me. Now I have to look at you and touch you and be around you all the time. I don’t know how much longer my heart can take this kind of frenzied sexual activity.”
“You think a couple of times a day and a few more times at night is ‘frenzied’?” he chuckled as he rested his chin on her rumpled hair.
“Well, if you compare that to rabbits, probably not, but humans normally get past the lust factor after being together a few months. I’ve never known anyone who kept up this stuff this far into a relationship.” She sighed. “I’m amazed that you aren’t bored to death with me yet.”
He grinned at the ceiling as he felt her snuggle against his bare skin. “You must have stored up one hell of a lot of sexual energy over the past twenty-six years of being a virgin, Ms. Hastings.”
“Oh? And what’s your excuse, Mr. Chance?” She licked his flat copper nipple and he inhaled sharply, shuddering pleasantly.
“Do that again and we will miss the party,” he growled.
“That’s not an answer.”
He gently pulled her into his arms more securely and when her head was cradled against his throat, he breathed roughly, “It may surprise you to learn that before you ran roughshod over my libido, I hadn’t taken a woman to bed in over a year.”
Sam lifted her head to stare at him. “You have got to be kidding.”
He sighed and gently pressed her face back against his throat. “I can talk better if you stop looking at me with those damn bedroom eyes.”