“You’re going down, Dillard.”
“Sorry, Brett, ‘going down’ is reserved for my girlfriend.”
“That isn’t what you told me in the locker room a few minutes ago while your hand was on my ass.”
A chorus of “Ooooooooooh” came from the fans.
Karen tried not to laugh. “Good lord, only Brett would come up with something so raunchy.”
Dillard scoffed, “No, I was noticing how much bigger it’s gotten and how easy it will be to make you my bitch.”
“We’ll see who’s the bitch,“ Brett knocked Dillard off the apron, but he pulled Brett’s head under the bottom rope, looking to hit a leg drop over the ring apron.
“You little shit. That hurt!” Dillard said, trying to keep a straight face.
“Think that hurt? I have more surprises for you,” Brett replied, concealing a grin.
Both of them in the ring‘s center, Brett took Dillard out with a big boot and set him up for Slice of Kerrigan, but Dillard escaped his grasp.
Karen watched the match unfold, her mouth agape. These two are nuts!
Dillard applied a choke hold on Brett. Flexible and wiry as he was, Brett escaped and took out Dillard with a spear. He grabbed a chair and attempted to smack his opponent, but Dillard grabbed the steel chair from him.
“Brett, be careful!” Karen called.
Dillard struck Brett’s face with the chair.
She groaned. “Oh, God, that had to be painful.”
The blow had little effect, and Brett soon regained his bearings before going to the top rope. He took out Dillard with a superplex for a close two count.
“Think I’m going to let you go over me that easy?” Dillard muttered in his ear.
“This is like the old days. I whooped your ass back then too.”
“Most of those were in your delusions, fat boy.”
“Let’s see if this move is a figment of my imagination.” Brett attempted his Slice of Kerrigan, but Dillard countered and hit a quick DDT. He made another attempt at his finisher, but Dillard countered and covered him for a two count.
The conclusion saw Dillard go for his finisher, The Final Countdown, but Brett countered into a cradle pin for the victory.
Brett grabbed a microphone. “So Dillard, what did you say about me being your bitch? You may need to revise that statement.”
*****
Activity buzzed in the locker room when the match ended. When Brett arrived after signing a few autographs, Dillard, Patrick, and Karen were waiting for him.
“That was great, Kerrigan,” Dillard said. “It’s nice to see that you never lost your touch as a true fighter.”
“Thanks, for the encouragement, man. Even if I did whip your ass, we having a match brought back memories.”
“Now you know why I stood on the independent level most of my career,” Dillard replied. “I saw what that big corporation did to you and Patrick most of the time. But I got an offer again and plan to take it. I have future medical bills to consider, and the money will be better. To be honest, though, I don’t like the idea of abandoning the independents and being viewed as a ‘sell out‘.”
Brett shrugged in a noncommittal way. “It wasn’t terrible for me all the time. Pat and I have some good memories. There was the tag team championship run, the places we traveled together, our own T-shirt, and meeting fans. You should accept their offer. Pat and I even had places on the corporation-sponsored video game before he lost his job.”
“Brett is on the new wrestling game too,” Patrick said. His character is portrayed as a jobber.”
“I was one in real life before talent cuts, where were you the entire time?”
“Out front watching the two of you wrestling what should be acclaimed as a first-rate match,” Karen replied.
Patrick nodded and grinned. “Tonight’s just one example that will prove you’re at an advantage back in the independents, short man.”
“I have to agree with you. I can’t remember the last time I felt this exhilarated. It doesn‘t matter if I won or not, but hearing the crowd being into our match the entire time was most memorable.”
Dillard patted Brett on the shoulder. “Welcome back, Kerrigan. The fans in these parts missed you.”
“It’s terrific doing what I love again, this time without the concern of management breathing down my neck.”
“I doubt any of us will to have to be uneasy about Gil in that respect,” Patrick said. “Is anyone interested in grabbing dinner? I’m buying.”
Karen laughed. “Oh, this is a world record. Pat paying for a meal two days in a row!”
“Spending your big time actor’s pay already, dude?” Dillard asked.
“Don’t discourage the opportunity for a free meal, kids,” Brett replied. “It isn’t often Pat springs for the tab once, let alone twice.” He looked at his watch. “Hey, I have to go take care of some business first. Think you all can meet me around at my place around eight?”
“Works for me,” Patrick replied as Brett rushed out of the locker room. “I can have everyone there at seven.”
*****
Brett returned home to clean up before meeting Karen, Brent Dillard, and Patrick for dinner. He rifled through closets and drawers for something decent to wear before he jumped in the shower. When he finished and was in the process of putting on fresh clothes, someone knocked on the door. Looking at the clock, he became irritated; it was still too early for the others to show up.
"Do you not see the ‘No Soliciting’ sign…" Brett threw open the door without seeing who it was and stood there shirtless. "Karen…I…aren‘t you a bit early, sweetheart?"
"Oh, God, I am! I thought Pat said we’d meet you here at seven.”
“Dumb ass. I told him and Brent eight o’clock. Sorry about the mix up because El Dumbo wasn’t listening, as usual.”
“Look at you, still not dressed. What the hell happened that you left in a hurry after the show? Did you come back here to jerk off…around? I meant around." Her cheeks flushed.
“I know what you meant.” Brett laughed and stepped aside, allowing her to enter the apartment. "No, I wasn’t jacking off. I just took a shower and was a little slow in getting dressed.“ He grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, but didn’t close it right away.
“This place looks like a barn,” Karen picked up a few clothes and placed them back in their proper places. “What did you do?”
"I…had a hard time deciding what to wear before I finally settled on this shit." He pointed to the well-fitting jeans he wore and a white shirt which still wasn’t buttoned.
“Mmmm, you look very nice.” She fixed his shirt collar before her hands rested on his shoulders. Without another word, Brett cradled Karen’s face and kissed her.
“Brett…” she began.
"I love you, baby,“ he whispered in her ear, his warm breath teasing it. “I’ve loved you since the first night we met.”
“Is that why you brought me to L.A.? It wasn’t just to see your match?” Her hands slid around his neck, allowing him to pull her body to his.
He nuzzled her neck. “You are one smart lady.”
She groaned when his hands slid down her body, one slipping under her sweater and the other squeezing the left cheek of her ass. She shivered from his touch, her arousal coming to the surface in spite of her fighting to keep it down. He always had that effect on her.
"Hey!" she gasped when his mouth began to move down her neck. She tried to push him away, but only in a half-hearted way. "The guys will be here soon."
"I know," he replied going back to nuzzling, nipping and sucking on her neck. “But I’d like a little time with you first.”
After kissing and rolling around on the bed for a few minutes, Brett tugged off her sweater. His shirt followed, and they continued to roll around on the bed and make out. He caressed and kissed her chest, breasts, arms, and stomach.
A giggle escaped her lips. “Mmmm, you’re such a tease.”
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p; “A tease? I’ll show you how much I’m not.” Brett moved down and unfastened her pants while her hands were on the button of his jeans, unzipping them, and they pulled each other’s bottoms off in unison.
He kissed his way down her body, then up and down each thigh. The effect produced a great response——she squirmed around the bed. He removed her panties and kissed his way back up her body. His hands moved across her flesh with tender strokes before he moved on top of her. “You’re beautiful, you know that? I‘ve wanted to make love to you for a long time.”
“It’s been awhile,” she said.
His eyes gleamed, pleased she wasn‘t another slut who slept around with anything breathing. “I’ll be gentle and make you feel good.”
“I know you will.”
He didn’t bother putting on a condom as he’d done with his past sexual partners. Karen was the right woman he had searched for and he wanted to feel the natural sensation of making love to a woman he cared for so much. In a gentle move, Brett eased into her with long, slow thrusts.
She threw back her head, a slight contorted look on her face. “Ooooh…”
Brett stopped a moment. “Did I hurt you?”
“No…just keep going like that.” she murmured. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, sweetheart.“ He kept up the slow, gentle pace. He pushed deeper while she kept in perfect sync with him and shared fiery kisses.
Brett lifted his body off of hers so he could get a better view, and felt her begin to quiver as she grabbed his ass. “Brett…I’m coming.”
“You’re so amazing, baby.” He felt her muscles clamp and release around his manhood as she came, and the feeling drove him crazy. He increased his thrusts and trailed gentle nips down her neck while his hands trembled over her body.
“God, yes! Please don’t stop!”
“Karen!” Brett thrust harder and harder, his body in a violent shudder. With a final grunt, he came, bending forward for one last kiss before he collapsed beside her. They held each other for several minutes, sharing slow, sensual kisses.
“I don’t think I have to ask if you missed me,” she said.
“More than you know, sweetheart. I could stay like this all night.”
“Me too, but Brent and Pat are meeting us, remember?”
“They’re not due for another half an hour.”
“You could cancel and the two of us can stay here.”
“Nah, I don’t want you thinking I just brought you here for sex. I want to take out my favorite lady and prove that Dillard and Dumbo aren’t the only ones who can get women.”
“You are so sweet.” Karen cuddled against him again and played with his hair.
Brett slid his hands all over her with light, gentle caresses, their tongues dancing in each other‘s mouths.
“We better get moving,” he breathed against her lips.
“Last person to the bathroom has to wash the other’s back.”
“You got it, baby. Maybe I’ll cancel dinner with the other two clowns and spend quality time with you.”
CHAPTER 17
“With all the time you’ve spent with Brett while you‘re in L.A., does he know you’re going to Chicago next week?” Phoebe asked when Karen called her the next morning.
“No. I’m planning to show him that he isn’t the only one who’s capable of pulling off surprises. I’d planned to take the train, but once I had a taste of first-class flying, I may spring for another.”
“Does this mean you’re not afraid of planes anymore?”
“I wouldn’t say that just yet. I think it’s time to face and conquer my fears.”
“I never thought you‘d say such a thing.”
“How’s everything at the office?”
“Great. I think the boss misses you.”
“I should be home late this afternoon. Brett and I went to breakfast and sightseeing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was working on convincing me to move here.”
“Would you?”
“Not quite. I’ve been in Pittsburgh all of my life, have a good job and friends there. I’d miss the excitement of football season and, weird as it sounds, the snow every winter. L.A.’s a nice place to visit, but it’s good to come back to familiar ground. Even Brett returns to Olympia once in awhile.”
“Not that I‘m nosy, but has he made a move on you yet?”
“Uh…you could say that.”
“Why do I have the feeling that something else happened?”
“There are still some of us in this world who don’t kiss and tell.”
“Karen Jean Montgomery, you slept with a younger man! Was he any good? Is that bulge in his Speedo the real deal?”
“Phoebe!”
“You did have mind-blowing sex, didn’t you? I’ve heard of some athletes being great in bed, and some say a guy who’s well-endowed does a better job of…you know…making women…”
“Have orgasms. Brett‘s…very gifted in both aspects, and that’s all I’m saying on the subject. Don’t you dare breathe a word to anyone else.”
“I won‘t. It‘s no one‘s business anyway. I could almost imagine the guys if they knew, since most men I know are filthy-minded pigs.”
“Another reason I’d like my relationship with Brett to be kept quiet for the time being.”
“I hoped you two would get together. I always thought you’d make a charming couple, age difference and all.”
Phoebe, you’re such a romantic sap. “I need to get back to packing and check out if I’m going to make my plane. I’ll call you or Eddie when I get back to Pittsburgh.”
*****
“Hey, my man, why did you blow Pat and me off last night?” Dillard asked. “He had a bitch fit like a woman who’d been stood up on a blind date.”
“Sorry about the last minute change of plans, bro, but Karen and I got caught up in each other’s company,” Brett said. “I didn’t want to be a rude host to her, so better to call you two than run late.”
“So that’s it!” Dillard began to laugh. “Wait until Pat hears about this shit!”
“What?”
“You got laid! Fess up, Kerrigan, I’ve known you long enough to figure out when you’ve had a piece of ass.”
Brett felt crimson creeping up from his neck and settling on his cheeks. “Um…it kind of just happened, yeah.”
“I can tell you scored by the sound of your voice and your eyes gleaming. So how was she?”
“Dude, come on! I’m not like Patrick, who goes around bragging about every woman he’s bagged. Ever hear of treating ladies with respect? If you must know, it was quite good, thank you.”
“Wow, Karen must be something special for you to keep quiet. You and Patrick compared notes after you‘d fucked Kyra Dimes.”
“We were ‘friends with benefits’ and she did Pat a couple of times too. One night she did both of us. Happy now?”
“Who hasn‘t fucked that chick?”
“You, for one. Don’t talk shit about Kyra. She’s been good to me, and as of tonight, we’re cutting down on the ‘with benefits’ part of our friendship for the time being. She’s going to work out things with her husband, and I’m in a relationship with Karen.”
“Wow, you are serious.”
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve had a woman like Karen in my entire life. She’s just…special, you know?”
Dillard nodded. “I think I’m getting what you mean, man. But tell me one thing.”
“What?”
“Is it true older chicks are better lays?”
Brett gave him a knowing wink. “You better believe it. And if you go running your mouth off to Patrick, I’ll give you a much worse ass beating than what you got in the ring tonight.”
CHAPTER 18
Legs and arms were entwined, hands and mouths explored bodies. Karen moved down, took Brett into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. She looked into his eyes for a moment, then plunged down his entire length,
her dark head bobbing up and down.
He shuddered with pleasure. She’s the best I’ve ever had! Kyra gave great head, but nothing like this!
She had a flight to catch, but when Karen showed up unannounced, he was delighted to see her. “I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye,” she said.
The visit went from casual to erotic when Brett spilled coffee on his shirt. Karen laughed and suggested he take it off for her to clean before the stain settled. Shirt forgotten, she began kissing his chest while rubbing the growing bulge between his legs. He pushed her off and dragged her into the bedroom, both tearing off their clothes on the way.
His groans became louder as Karen continued to go down on him. She sucked from tip to base, back and forth, swirled her tongue around, and nipped his balls.
He felt his breath becoming jagged. "God, you’re great, baby.”
She winked, not missing a beat, enjoying giving him the blow job as much as he loved getting it. If I’m going to say goodbye, I’m going to do it right!
Reluctant to stop Karen’s expert cock sucking, Brett had to pull her off. If he’d let her continue, he would have come too soon, and wasn‘t sure if she was into swallowing.
Karen‘s eyes glowed with mischief. "Did you like that?”
“Very much. I thought you were the proper type, sweetheart.”
She straddled his body. “Don’t you know appearances can be deceiving?”
“Yeah, but in this case, I’m not complaining. You’re one sexy woman.”
“I haven’t gotten to the good part.” Within seconds, she had guided him inside her and began sliding up and down his shaft. It was the most beautiful sight Brett had seen, her enormous breasts bouncing while she rode him.
"God, this feels so good,” she said. “You’re enjoying it, aren’t you? I bet you love having a woman on top. Brett, yes, make love to me…” Her voice trailed off.
He reached up and grabbed her breasts, gripping them tight. “Oh yeah…” The rest of his words couldn’t come out. He pinched her nipples and felt his orgasm fast approaching. "Ride me, baby,” he moaned, “You look so damn hot.”
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