The Cruiserweight

by L. Anne Carrington

  “Quite of a way to say hello to your man.” He turned her around, hugged her, and tongued her ear again.

  Karen giggled and smacked him. “Cut that out, it tickles! I thought we were meeting at the talent entrance.”

  “Couldn’t wait to see you.”

  “More like you’d rather scare the hell out of me.”

  “Not my fault you look so damn hot tonight.”

  “Hot? I’ve…gained a bit of weight.”

  “More to keep me warm and grab.”

  “Quit thinking with the wrong head.”

  “What? Don’t know about other dudes, but I’d rather sleep with a pillow than a pole.”

  “Silly man. There’s something I want to discuss while you‘re in town, though.”

  “Save it for later. I have to see what’s keeping Kyra. I told her we’d wait for her.”

  “It’s rather important, Brett.” Good God, this isn’t something I can hide forever! Don’t you even want to know why I’ve put on some weight?

  “So what’s happening?”

  “Remember last fall when you and I spent our first night together?”

  “How could I forget? It was one of the best nights of my life, sweetheart.”

  “Well, there’s something I need to tell you…” Karen said before another voice cut her off.

  “There you are!” Kyra called as she ran toward them. “Oh good, you found Karen!”

  “He did,” Karen said. Nice timing, Kyra. I was in the middle of telling Brett he was going to be a dad.

  “Now I have two beautiful women to take to dinner,” he said, spotting two men down the hall. “Hey, losers, be jealous!”

  “Fuck you, Kerrigan,” one of them called back.

  “In your dreams.”

  “Will you stop teasing those poor guys?” Karen asked.

  “Not my fault they can’t find chicks,” he replied.

  “I hope not. Warren’s married, and I ran into his wife earlier.”

  “Yeah, Dana. Must weigh about one sixty at best. Nice girl. Great ass.”

  Kyra punched his arm. “Brett! Quit being so crude in front of your girlfriend.”

  “It’s okay,” Karen said. “He’s allowed to look, but I doubt Warren would let him touch.”

  “If his tossing me around during out match tonight is any indication, the last thing I’d want to do is mess with his wife.” He squeezed Karen’s waist. “Besides, I’m a taken man, and why settle for hamburger when I have filet mignon?”

  “Wow, you’re eloquent.” Kyra couldn’t resist a giggle. “Speaking of food, where are we going for dinner?”

  “My room, and the two of you can order anything you like. I need to stop in the lobby and clear up a couple of things first.” He handed Karen his spare room key card when they reached the hotel. “You ladies can go ahead upstairs.”

  Kyra held back another giggle. “Must’ve gotten overcharged on ordering porn again,” she muttered in Karen’s ear.

  CHAPTER 48

  “Must be taking a long time for him to straighten out that pay-per-view porn bill,” Kyra said with a laugh while she and Karen relaxed in Brett’s room.

  “Does he really dispute things like that?”

  “If he’s anything like he was when we traveled together, the man ordered porn every night, except when he and I…you know.”

  “Yes. To say Brett has a high sex drive is an understatement. At least you kept him happy most of the time in that department. Long distance relationships kind of put a damper on sex, so thanks for picking up the slack for me.”

  “I admit I was rather selfish and ‘picked up the slack’ for me too. Kind of hard to have a wild night with my husband when I was two thousand miles away. At least now, both my and Brett’s schedules aren’t as brutal.”

  Kyra's cell phone rang; she excused herself for a moment to take the brief call and apologized once it had concluded. “Brett. Turns out he’s trying to get some college punks across the hall evicted. They kept him up last night making a bunch of noise.”

  “Know that feeling,” Karen replied, getting two beverages from the honor bar. “May as well have a drink while we wait for him.”

  *****

  When Brett returned a while later, the three of them enjoyed dinner and a few more drinks before becoming relaxed enough to shed their clothes. His penis was erect, bumping against Kyra’s cheek. Karen joined her, and they both knelt before him, their faces only inches from his crotch. Karen reached up to push his erection towards her lips, parting them to take the entire length of his shaft in her mouth, her head bobbing while she sucked him.

  Karen slid her mouth off of him and pushed his manhood toward Kyra, who smothered it with her mouth and tongue until it was against her throat. She sucked hard for several minutes before she handed it back to Karen and slipped it into her mouth bit by bit. Her eyes closed, Karen swallowed several times, massaging him with the movement in and out of her mouth.

  He withdrew from Karen’s lips and watched in amazement as Kyra gave her a passionate kiss, her hand on Brett’s ass as she nudged him toward the bed.

  “So, big boy, who’s first?” she asked with a sexy grin.

  “You tell me,” Brett replied, overcome with lust.

  Kyra smiled at Karen. “She should be first.”

  Karen was shocked at first, but when encouraged, her face radiated pure pleasure as she gradually impaled herself his erection. Kyra watched as Karen rode him. Brett bucked his hips in an upward position, and she moaned as the last few inches went inside her.

  Kyra looked on in fascination, fingering herself while she watched the scene before her unfold. Brett looked over, a knowing smile crossing his face, knowing the idea of someone looking on was bringing Karen to orgasm. “Looks like someone’s having a good time watching us, baby.”

  "Just a few more minutes, Kyra, then it’s your turn.” Karen said.

  When her climax hit full force, Karen collapsed forward, Kyra catching her mouth in a deep kiss, Brett still inside her. It took both of them few moments to calm down before either could speak.

  Karen smiled, her face glowing. "Wow, that was fun! He’s ready for you.”

  She climbed off Brett, making way for Kyra, who got into position over his erection. Karen guided him inside her. Kyra’s eyes opened wide as the tip slipped inside. Karen whispered encouragement for her to take all of him, massaged Kyra’s thighs, and told her to “give him the ride of his life!”

  Kyra set up a rhythm of rocking, not really riding his cock, but allowing it to move inside her, giving her the sensations she craved. Brett raised himself up on his elbows so that he could have a better view of Kyra’s bouncing as she kept up a steady motion. He saw Karen behind her. Karen’s hands snaked around and played with Kyra’s breasts while she rested her head on Karen’s shoulder.

  Kyra cried in orgasm, not letting up her bouncing. She grabbed Karen’s head and pulled it toward her, kissing her hard. Brett groaned in ecstasy at the sight while he felt Kyra’s muscles tighten around his shaft and her body quiver.

  She rose and smiled at Karen. “Your turn.”

  “Not so fast, baby,” Brett said. “On your back. I want to try a little something. Did I ever tell you Kyra likes to watch?”

  “I do,” Kyra giggled.

  “Then you’ll love seeing us do this.” He mounted Karen, entering her in one thrust. As he moved in and out, Brett sensed that it wouldn't be long before he came. He gritted his teeth and attempted to make the moment last as long as possible, not an easy feat with Karen’s hips meeting his stroke for stroke, getting close to her own orgasm.

  Brett felt Karen’s muscles contract and release around his cock, and he was breathless. “Jesus, Karen…you’re going to make me come.”

  Kyra bit his ear and growled, “What’s stopping you?”

  It was all he could take, not able to hold back any longer. Both he and Karen cried and gasped in orgasmic sync as his semen entered her body. When he finishe
d, he pulled out and collapsed between the two women, taking turns kissing them.

  "What did you think?" Kyra asked. “Karen had her first woman and first threesome in one night.”

  “Don’t know what she’s thinking, but I’ll say it was pretty damn hot,” Brett said.

  “What he said.”

  Brett was stunned by Karen’s response. “Really?”

  “You always said we should try new things. Some I may not like, but this was one I can say I’m glad I tried.”

  “I enjoyed the threesome part too.”

  “As did I,” Kyra said.

  “You should’ve,” Brett replied. “The whole thing was your idea. You weren’t going to let up until you had both of us. Are you satisfied?”

  “Very much.”

  Brett put an arm around each of them. “Good. Now that the post-dinner activities are over, how about a movie?”

  Both women laughed. “Some guys smoke after sex. Only you would suggest a movie,” Karen said.

  CHAPTER 49

  Sounds of the television roused Karen. As she started to gain her bearings, she realized Kyra was gone. Brett emerged from the bathroom, wearing a robe, his hair damp. “Morning.”

  “Guess I didn’t go home last night. Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “You looked so peaceful.”

  “You didn’t want me to leave.”

  “That too.”

  “When did Kyra leave?” Karen asked.

  “About an hour ago. Want to have breakfast together? I have two hours before I have to catch my flight.”

  “Sure.” She started to rise from the bed before lightheadedness washed over her. “Whoa.”

  “You okay?”

  “Guess I rose too fast. Sorry.”

  “Take your time. Shower’s still hot.”

  “Thanks.” Karen attempted to get out of bed again, her lightheadedness worse the second time.

  “You’re staying in bed for awhile,” Brett said. “I can order breakfast from room service and then drive you home.”

  “I’m fine. Just give me a few minutes.”

  “Okay, but take it easy.” God, she’s stubborn sometimes.

  She nodded, stood up on her third try, and went into the bathroom. While she showered, Brett finished packing his luggage, planning to store it in the trunk of his rental car before the two of them went to breakfast at a nearby café.

  In the bathroom, Karen vomited in the shower, hoping Brett didn’t hear her over the running water. Her nausea and lightheadedness passed, and the water felt wonderful running over her body. After a few more minutes, she’d gotten her bearings enough to dress and make it back out to the main room.

  “Are you sure you’re up for breakfast before I take you home?” Brett asked, noticing her pale appearance.

  “I’ll live. I can take a nap later.”

  “Great, I could use a few mugs of coffee.”

  “As if you aren’t hyper enough.”

  “Never heard you complain.” He gave her a knowing grin.

  “Who’s complaining? What did you have in mind for breakfast?”

  “Little mom and pop coffee shop around the corner. Figured I could dump my suitcases in the car first, and then we could walk over. Sound okay?”

  “Fantastic.”

  “Good, because I’m sick as hell of hotel food, and I don‘t trust fast-food breakfasts that much.”

  Karen made a face. “I can’t blame you. Just the thought makes me want to hurl.”

  They walked down the hallway into a waiting elevator. Karen giggled as Brett nibbled on her earlobe. “Pre-breakfast appetizer?”

  “Maybe.” He stuck his tongue in her ear.

  “Brett! That tickles!” She poked his ribs before the elevator stopped on another floor. “Behave, there’s people coming on,” she added in a low voice.

  They spent the remaining time in silence before reaching the lobby. “I need to sit down for a few minutes,” she said, feeling dizzy.

  “Maybe I should just take you home.”

  “No, it will pass in a couple of…” Karen never finshed her sentence before blackness swept over her.

  CHAPTER 50

  Brett paced the emergency room, frustrated no one came out to update him on Karen’s condition the entire two hours since he arrived. He’d dialed 911 without thinking when Karen fainted in the hotel lobby, never leaving her side until medics arrived, and then followed the ambulance which transported her to the hospital.

  Why won’t somebody tell me what’s happening?

  “Brett Kerrigan?” A man’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

  Finally! “Yeah?”

  “The doctor’s finished with Ms. Montgomery. She’s asking for you.”

  “Is she okay?”

  “I can’t discuss details with anyone but family members.”

  “Her parents are dead, and the rest don‘t give a shit about her. Her friends and I are her family,” Brett said. “Just tell me if she’s okay or not without the details.”

  “So far, everything looks good.” He led Brett to a cubicle where Karen lay.

  “See? That wasn‘t difficult.” Brett glared at him, about to walk behind the curtain before a doctor stopped him.

  *****

  Karen was dozing on a gurney, lost in an odd dream, when she felt a presence in her room. She opened her eyes. “Brett.”

  “Hi, sweetheart. Feeling better?”

  “A little.”

  “Yeah, gave me a little scare back at the hotel. Had a chat with your doctor.”

  “How did you manage that?”

  “Kind of had something to do with what you told him when you were brought into the ER.” He came over and sat beside her. “Karen, why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

  “I tried many times, but there were always interruptions. I wasn’t sure how you’d take the news, being I’d heard you wanted to wait until retiring from wrestling.”

  “That was my original plan. In the past year since I turned thirty, I’ve reconsidered. “I’m kind of liking the idea of a baby.”

  “Let me guess, you want a son in your own image.”

  “Doesn’t matter. A little girl in yours would be great too.” He lay a hand on her stomach. “When are we due?”

  “June,” Karen said. “They’re keeping me overnight for observation.”

  “I know. I moved my flight to tomorrow afternoon.”

  “You didn’t have to arrange your schedule for me. Where will you stay tonight?”

  “Eddie said I could crash at his place.”

  “No way. The mind of my child’s father is corrupted enough without Eddie’s contributions. Give me my purse.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “My purse.” Karen glared at him.

  Brett handed her the bag. She dug through it for a moment, pulling out keys to her apartment. “My place isn’t being used tonight. It’s clean, quiet, the refrigerator’s stocked, and you have free rein of the bathroom, my bed, and cable TV. The porn channel’s blocked, though.”

  He kissed her. “Thanks.”

  “No parties or wrecking the house,” she said with a warning tone.

  “Wouldn’t think of it, Mommy.”

  “You’re really happy about the baby?”

  “Best day of my life. I have to start thinking of dad stuff, like putting money aside for the kid’s college fund. I’ll start that project when I get home. Anything else you need?”

  Karen glowed, thrilled about Brett knowing the news of their impending parenthood. “No, I think I have everything I need for the moment.”

  CHAPTER 51

  Brett arrived home the following evening, assured Karen and the baby were okay. He found a surprise waiting for him: Patrick arrived in Orlando. “Surprise, you old goat!”

  “Look who’s talking. I only have a year on you, holmes.” He gave Patrick a hug. “What brings you to town?”

  “Had a promotional thing, and I wanted to let you
know El Senor and I are going to kick yours and Kit Begley’s asses to keep our Squared Circle Express Tag titles.”

  “Whatever you say, dude.”

  “You don’t sound convinced. El Senor is a tough guy.”

  “So I’ve heard, but I beat guys much tougher. Funny thing he calls himself El Senor, because his Spanish sucks.”

  “Yeah, guess that’s part of the reason why SCE teamed us up. Someone had to pull off the habla Espanola part. Anyway, how was Pittsburgh?”

  “Better than expected.”

  “Either you won your match, got laid, or both.”

  “Do you have to be so damn crude? Yeah, I won, but I got some great news last night, which explains why I was late coming home.”

  “Jesus, Brett, don’t tell me you’re selling out and going back to…”

  “There isn’t enough money in the world for me to return to the old company. No, Karen’s pregnant.”

  “Wait, did I hear right? You knocked up a woman? I thought you used rubbers the rare moments you got a piece.”

  Brett shot him a dirty look. “Karen and I have been serious for a long time.”

  “You have a busy schedule right now, man. Sure this is a good time to have a kid?”

  “No time like the present.”

  “When’s the bun coming out of the oven?”

  “Baby’s due in June.”

  “Holy shit, Kerrigan, you didn’t waste any time. With all that pot you smoked, I’m surprised you have any live swimmers left.”

  “Very funny. With all the random women you bagged the last few years, I’m shocked you don’t have twenty thousand little Patricks wandering all over the world.”

  “No thanks, kids are not my bag.”

  “Could’ve fooled me. You’re always great with them at shows.”

  “Yeah, those are the ones I can give back to their parents.”

  “Someday, the right girl’s going to come along, and you’ll change your attitude.”