Heel To Love

by MK Moore

  She is starting to silently cry again as she says, “I love you too.” I lean in to kiss her with her demanding “I need you now Jarrett. Right fucking now.”

  There is no way I need to be told twice. We have a lot of shit to work out, but I need her just as much as she needs me. I lift her in my arms to carry her to our bed and toss her down to start pulling her skirt down and off her legs. She is wearing a garter contraption, briefly making me wonder who the fuck she is wearing it for. While she looks beautiful in it, right now it is hindering my access to where I most want to be. Her tight and sweet pussy. Ripping the flimsy material from her body causes her to let out a gasp.

  It has been way too long since I have been between her legs. I yank the button and zipper of my slacks open and pull my cock out. Her pussy is so wet for me. Leaning down to start placing kisses on and all over her slightly pouched belly giving me the access I need to take my cock and rock it back and forth over her clit.

  “Baby, I am the happiest I have ever been right now. I love you so much. Time and distance means nothing. Here and now means everything. You, me, and the baby we have made together does.

  “J, I love you too, but please stop teasing me.”

  She wraps her legs around my waist as I plunge in and out of her tight heat. I know that I’m not going to last because it has been too long. I slide my hand down to reach for her clit and quickly bring her to climax. Thrusting into her a few more times and I let go, making me feel like the strongest man in the world with the knowledge of my seed having already taken hold.

  Chapter Five

  Natasha

  As I wake up, I feel hotter than a swamp in Louisiana. I grew up in St. Amant, so believe me when I say I know what I am talking about. When I look over to see why, I notice Jarrett lying next to me. His body is wrapped around mine and is throwing off some major heat, causing my body to sweat. I need a shower and a bagel.

  When I look over at the clock, I realize I still have twenty-five minutes before I have to get up and get ready for work. I try to roll away from Jarrett, but he holds on tighter and pulls me closer to his body. I reach up to kiss his lips as I feel his cock stirring against my leg.

  Before he is even fully awake, his cock is rock hard against me.

  He rolls over me so I am completely under him, pushing himself all the way inside me. He moves inside of me slowly, yet forcefully. His strokes cause me to cum, moaning his name from deep within my body. He soon follows with several harsh shouts of my name.

  “I want to wake up like that everyday baby.” He says as he pulls out of me and gets ready to stand up.

  “That sounds amazing, J.” I say walking to the shower.

  Because he never went back to Philly last night, I know we are both going to be in trouble when we get the office.

  “What are we going to do? Zach is going to be even more pissed than when he found out we are married. You didn’t show up for the show today.”

  “Baby, he was a fucking dick. I called Dave and told him I was sick. But, I will have to be in Buffalo in a few days but until then I am all yours.”

  “I do have to work Jarrett and I need to get on that press release.” I say as I hop in the shower and he follows in behind me.

  “I know baby, but I can come in and help you get your work done.”

  “Help how? You can’t fuck me in my office.” I say with a little hope in my voice.

  “I didn’t know that would be an option. But I did minor in Marketing in college, which means I can actually help you.”

  “Oh.” I say a little bit surprised. “I didn’t know that” and I suddenly remember, I don’t know much about him.

  “I know baby, that’s why I told you.”

  “When is your birthday? I feel like I should at least know my husband’s birthday.”

  “You should definitely know my birthday. It is August 31st, 1985.”

  “You are almost exactly eight years older than I am. August 10th is mine” I say.

  “You’re twenty-four? My brothers are going to have a field day with that information.”

  “Why?” I ask as he kisses my neck.

  “I, uh, used to prefer the company of older women.”

  “Oh my God! You are a cougar chaser?” I squeal laughingly.

  “I was a cougar chaser. Now I only chase you.”

  “There is no need for you to chase me when you already have me.” I reply as I look up into his eyes.

  “Yes, I fucking do. You’re all mine.”

  “Yours.” I punctuate that with a searing kiss.

  I finish my shower and dress as comfortable as possible. While we’re getting dressed, I remember he said he has brothers. As in plural?

  “You said you have brothers?” I ask as I throw on some dark jeans and a flowing light pink shirt. Putting on my sexy brown boots and I am ready to go.

  “Yes. I have two brothers. Jared and Julian. They are twins and twenty-eight. I also have a sister, Jill. She is twenty.”

  “That’s a big family. It’s just me and my little sister, Stephanie. She will be eighteen in few days.

  “Small is good too.” He says kissing me again.

  I know I’m about to get my ass handed to me by Zach, and I’m not looking forward to it. Leaving Jarrett in the apartment, I head down to the lobby of our apartment building. When I step out to hail a cab there is reporters everywhere asking a million questions and flashing their cameras in my face.

  I don’t realize they’re here for me until Jarrett grabs me by the elbow and pulls me into his front. He leans down and kisses me like his life depends on it.

  “How did you know they were out here?” I ask breathlessly, when he finally stops kissing me.

  “Google alerts” He said as he shrugs his shoulders.

  “You do know they got all of that on camera, Right?” I say as I make a gesture toward his ensemble. “You are not wearing any pants and you are only wearing my pink bath towel.”

  “Pants are overrated, baby.” He says nonchalantly.

  “Don’t I know it?” I say with a wry smile. “Now, how the fuck am I supposed to get to work?”

  “We’ll figure it out.”

  I decide to work at home for the day. I get the press release done and sent up to publishing. Then I decide to call my Mom before the shit hits the fan.

  “Hey Mama. I need to tell you something. Are you sitting down?”

  “No BG, I am making your daddy’s favorite, crawfish gumbo. You know I have to watch it like a hawk.” Replies my Mama.

  I start to laugh. She has always called me BG, which is short for Baby Girl. It turns out, Zach’s mom and mine are best friends, making me decide to take a chance on her not knowing yet.

  “Is this about you being married and pregnant? Shirleen called me at 6:30 this morning and I have been waiting damn near all day for you to call me.” Shit, I was hoping Zach’s mom wouldn’t have said anything.

  She replies with a hint of impatience. “Well, how is it being a wife? Have you made your man a nice pot of gumbo yet?”

  “Mama, it hasn’t been like that. He is a wrestler as I am sure Ms. Shirleen mentioned. He’s been on the road. We do not get to see a lot of each other with my job here at the company.” I let her know with an amount of remorse.

  “Oh my BG. I never would have wanted a life like that for you. You remember how hard it was on me when your Daddy was gone all the time?”

  “I remember Mama, but I love him. More than I thought could be possible.”

  “Then it will all work out for you as it did for me BG. But I feel like I should warn you that your Daddy and Zeke are headed to New York right now.”

  “Shit Mama. Why didn’t you lead with that? Oh my God, are they going to kill Jarrett?” I ask a little worried.

  “Probably not. Your Daddy only wants to make sure you’re ok.”

  “I better go Mama. Get Stephanie and both of you come here, please. I need you.” I ask imploringly.

  �
�All right BG, we will be there soon.”

  Chapter Six

  Jarrett

  Sitting in a bar drinking with Zach, Motor mouth Zeke Gerhardt, and Dante Sig DeRoche. Dante is my father-in-law. It is daunting, to say the least. It has been an hour of sitting here sipping this bourbon, listening to Zach bitch and moan about rules, and how no one follows them.

  Zeke and Dante are drinking a beer, while Zach, who’s on his fourth scotch, is three sheets to the wind. I have been sitting and waiting for them to turn on me. It seems that time is now here.

  “So, Jarrett? How the fuck am I just now hearing about you marrying and knocking up my oldest daughter? I didn’t expect you to ask permission, but a heads up would have been nice.” My father-in-law, Dante says.

  I cannot read his expression, but it looks as if he is somewhere between pissed and amused. “Well Sir-” I begin as he immediately cuts me off.

  “Sir was my grandfather. Call me Dad or Dante, whatever you’re comfortable with.” He says shrugging his large shoulders indifferently.

  “Ok, Dad. I’m sorry for the way this played out, but I will never be sorry that Natasha is my wife and the mother of my child. I love her and that will never change. I’m a firm believer that when you know, you know. She’s it for me.”

  He claps a hand on my back as he says, “That sounds real good to me son, but what kind of father would I be if I didn’t at least make an attempt to make you squirm. Besides, I think you know that I could kick your ass if I needed to.”

  Zach groans and I look over at him. I am still pissed at him. I get his reasons, but that doesn’t mean he can talk to my wife like that.

  “Zach, should I call you a cab?” I ask. His response leaves a lot to be desired.

  “No, I can’t go back to my apartment, alone. Again.”

  “Zach, you are a stupid asshole. I can’t believe you said what you did to Natasha. That girl has been your best friend forever. You know it not only would it never have worked out between the two of you. We all know you’re in love with someone else,” Zeke says.

  That is news to me. I wonder who he is talking about.

  “All right buddy, come with us. Dante is staying at our place and I have extra rooms. I am not going to kick you when you’re down.”

  “Thanks man. I will apologize to Tash in the morning. I swear I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”

  “I am not the one you need to convince. But don’t ever say shit like that again. If you do you’ll be dealing with me and you won’t have to worry about apologizing and making it right.”

  We head to the street and hail a couple taxis. Zeke is staying at the Plaza and everyone else is coming home with me. It’s around three am when we get to the apartment. As we do, another cab arrives.

  “Dad is that you?” A soft voice calls out. Dante looks around to see where the voice is coming from as Zach finally perks up and really opens his eyes.

  “Little Steffy is that you?” He says, staring at a younger version of Natasha getting out of a cab.

  An older woman steps out of behind her and I realize this must be Natasha’s mother.

  “Mrs. DeRoche, it is nice to finally meet you. I reach out a hand, but she slaps it away.”

  “My name is Ma, and don’t you forget that Jarrett. I will say this only once, you treat my daughter right and you and I will never have a problem. If you don’t, there are a shit ton of swamps in Louisiana that could be your final resting place. Now, let Zach stand there on his own two feet and give me a hug.”

  A little afraid, I do as she says and then I turn to the other woman.

  “Stephanie, I presume?”

  “You presume right. Welcome to the family, bro.” She says laughing.

  Zach is still staring at her like he is trying to decide if his eyes are not focusing correctly or if the sun just rose.

  “Why don’t we take this upstairs? I am sure you are all tired.” I suggest.

  When we get in the elevator and the doors close, Zach blurts out “Jesus Steffy, you grew up. When did you get this fucking beautiful?” He reaches for her face, but she ducks away. He frowns and tries again.

  Dante and Ma, her first name is still unknown to me at this time, are holding hands and staring off into space. Surely, they can see what is going on. I have never been this uncomfortable.

  This time he connects. He was drunk but was quickly sobering up in the cab. Stephanie hauls back and slaps him across his face. Dante and Ma slightly turn their bodies and quickly look away. They say nothing.

  “You keep your hands off me you disgusting man whore. I’ve seen the type of women you have been with and I will not be another notch in your belt.”

  He rubs a hand over his face and then looks her directly in the eyes and responds, “Challenge accepted, Steffy.”

  He leans down to kiss her. I look at Steffy thinking at any moment she is going to knee him in the balls when she does the complete opposite. Instead, she jumps into his arms and wraps her legs around his waist slamming her mouth over on his. Their kiss starts to turn into moaning causing my mouth to drop open, what the fuck? Did they both forget her parents are in the elevator with us?

  Finally, the slowest elevator in the world arrives at the floor of my penthouse. Natasha is standing there in a short, black, and silky robe and demands,

  “Who the fuck is that?” She rushes over to me for a quick kiss and then to her Ma and Dad to get hugs.

  “Oh, BG, that would be your little sister and Zach.” Ma says as matter of fact, as she flips her hand at them.

  At that announcement, Zach pulls away from Stephanie long enough to ask.

  “Where the fuck are we sleeping?”

  “Uh, together?” Natasha asks as she glances over at her parents.

  “Yea sis, together. Hi Nat.” She says as she is nuzzling his neck.

  “Hi Steph. Oh, the third door on the left.” They rush off and slam the door.

  “What the hell was that all about?” I ask.

  “Three years of flirting and unrequited love. They are both fucking idiots. This is just what they need.” Ma answers.

  “Now Deb, that wasn’t nice. She was a minor for most of that. She’s only been eighteen for a about a day now.” Dante chimes in.

  Natasha yawns and I go over to her and pull her into my body.

  “You guys are in the third room on the right. Good night.” I lead Natasha to our room and close the door.

  “That was so weird babe.” I say to her as I am shaking my head.

  “I know, but they really have been dancing around each other for years. The thing with Rochelle almost killed my sister. She couldn’t do anything for him because she was only fifteen. He went crazy with women for a while. I don't think he’s been with anyone in at least a year now.” She slips her robe off and slides into our bed, naked.

  Quickly shedding my clothes, I climb in next to her and pull her to me to start kissing on her neck. I am so glad we got the bedrooms soundproofed.

  Chapter Seven

  Natasha

  After I wake the next morning, I get dressed and ready to head to the office. Everyone else is probably still sleeping, but as I get to the kitchen I am hit with an eyeful of Stephanie and Zach, going at it on my counter. Before I am able to stop myself, I start screaming. Stephanie and Zach pull apart and attempt to scramble to cover their bodies. I hear Jarrett running down the hallway to the kitchen where he enters and is butt ass naked.

  “Stop.” I yell at Jarrett. “Go put on some pants.” Skidding to a stop he immediately turns around. Turning back around, I keep my tirade going on the two that deserve the treatment for the shock they gave me.

  “You two put some clothes on and sanitize my fucking kitchen. I swear. Am I the only one who wears clothes around here?” I rant as I start to move farther into the kitchen. As soon as they leave the kitchen, I move to the coffee pot, which has thankfully been started and prep my travel mug. Since being pregnant, I have limited myself to one
a day and I live for this one cup.

  I am muttering under my breath when Jarrett comes up behind me and starts to put his arms around me. I turn to him and demand, “Who fucks on someone else’s countertops? I mean we haven’t even had a chance to do that yet.”

  “Baby, is that something you want to do?” He looks at me with a totally serious face.

  “Yes. Maybe we can when our home is not full.” I say laughing, letting some of the stress leave my shoulders.

  “I got to go to work. When do you leave for Buffalo?” I ask. I don’t want him to leave me, but I know he has too. When he didn’t show in Philly last week his opponent, The Mauler, didn’t get his screen time and he is pissed. In real life, pissed. Marco doesn’t play and if we were not contractually obligated, he would have been let go long before now. He has caused more injuries than anyone in EPW.

  I am worried about him, but I know he is great and I have faith in him.

  “In a few hours and I am going to miss you baby.” He says as he is kissing my mouth.

  “I’ll miss you too. I hate to leave, but I have to go to work. Please be careful and call me tonight, please.”

  “Always, Baby. I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  I kiss him until I am breathless and needy with want.

  ◆◆◆

  At the office, I continue to deal with the aftermath of the blogger. We found out his name is Marty Van Blount. He is twenty years old and lives in Manhattan. At this point, I would do anything to keep him from posting any more false stories. Our Twitter campaign is doing better than I expected and is helping to defuse the bloggers damage.

  When he arrives, I am not sure exactly what I was expecting, but it sure was not how handsome he is. “Mr. Van Blount, I am Natasha Mitchell. Welcome to EPW. Please have a seat,” I am a little shocked because it is the first time I’ve used my name.

  “Marty please. Thank you for the invite. I was a little surprised by it if I am going to be honest. Mitchell. As in Jarrett?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow.