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Post by Mistress Angie on Oct 24, 2008 16:44:30 GMT -6
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 24, 2008 17:16:39 GMT -6
Since it is Friday and I won't be around during the weekend, I thought that I would give you another chapter; hope you enjoy! Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 20;
Corey’s POV; I had thought for sure that Jeff would have gone after her, that he would have wanted to be the one to comfort her but no he had just sat there.
Had I completely misread the signs?
Wasn’t he interested in her anymore?
I had been certain that I had seen the spark between them growing stronger, that had been why I had asked that question about the best kiss. I had thought that it would have at least got them talking because the air around them was stiffling to say the least. And it was just getting stronger with every passing second that they were in the same room.
The last thing I had wanted to do was hurt my best friend or upset her because she had been through enough. But if I were completely honest, I could see that she wasn’t truly in love with Carmine, she loved him yes, but being head over heels, can’t live without him kind of love, no. There was only one man who had made her feel that way and he was sat in the living room.
The best I could figure was that Dylan saw Carmine as the safe option, he was the kind of man that she could depend on, and feel safe with. Carmine had been there, he hadn’t ran from the things that he was feeling for her and in her eyes Jeff would always be a flight risk.
But Carmine may be the safe option but he didn’t support her the way that he should, he didn’t give her the unconditional support that everyone thought he did, because if he did he would have found a way to be here tonight, he would have fought tooth and nail to be by her side on her debut.
“Dyl I’m coming in ok?” I said knocking on her door, hearing an inaudible mumble I took it as a sign that I could indeed enter her room where we had spent many a night putting the world to rights.
When my marriage had ended nine months ago, Dylan had told me to fly out to this house and she flew in, thankfully she was on hiatus from the show and she had flown out, we had stocked up on junk food and alcohol, then shut the world away for three whole months, doing nothing but drinking ourselves drunk to sober and back again, eating junk food and sharing war stories of lost loves.
That had been when she had told me about Jeff, well the whole story anyway and the least I could do right now was be right here by her side, giving her support, giving her an ear to bend and giving her my advice.
“You ok sugar?” I asked closing the door behind me. Slowly I moved to the bed where she was lying staring at the ceiling, I placed the candle on the nightstand and crawled on to the comfortable bed next to her.
“I’ve been better Corey...I can’t do this; what was I thinking?” She turned her head to look at me and it wasn’t hard to see why she was continuously voted one of the sexiest women in the business, even in the dim lighting it was easy to see her dramatic gorgeous features.
“I don’t understand Dylan,” I gently reached for her hand which she gave without hesitation and went back to staring at the ceiling.
”Jeff kissed me...”
”Yeah I know that part sweetie,” I chuckled softly.
”No Corey...when we were in Whispering Pines for the reunion; he kissed me...”
”What...? Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded feeling the shock setting in. What was he trying to do?
“What was I going to say...? Oh by the way that night when you all went to bed Jeff tried it on...and he has been calling me ever since?”
“All right I want to know why you have kept this to yourself? Why haven’t you talked to us about it...I mean I can understand why you might not talk to the others but I thought we were best friends?” I watched her as I turned on to my side to face her.
“You are my best friend Corey, I love you, you are...you get me, you understand me and you support me, I never thought that I would have a best friend like you, I never thought that I would have a friend who supports me no matter what I want to do and for that I can’t thank you enough...I just thought that if I ignored it, that it would go away you know?” She asked mirroring my movements until she was facing me and I could see the tears forming in her dark eyes making them sparkle just a little more than normal.
“Burying your head in the sand is only gonna work for so long Dylan...and what you are feeling can’t be buried forever; it’s clearly just too strong!” I replied wiping the hair from her eyes before the tears spilled on to her beautiful features.
The thing with Dylan and I was purely platonic but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t see or appreciate just how devastatingly beautiful she was. It wasn’t hard to see why Jeff was acting the way he was around her, he had almost had her all those years ago and now with her coming back in to his life must have stirred up a whole new set of intense feelings but messing with her head wasn’t the answer.
“I know that Corey, I know that I can’t keep pretending that nothing happened or that I don’t feel anything for him but how can I...how can I trust a man who ran from me all those years ago...?”
”You can try to trust him, you just said it yourself sweetie; it happened years ago...he’s not the same man that he was, just like you’re not the same girl you were...people change and I think that you need to at least try and find a way to talk to him because if you don’t you may just spend the rest of your life wondering what if, you know?”
“No fare!” She pouted at me causing me to chuckle softly.
“What’s not fare?”
“When you put your brainy cap on...how the hell is the dumb little backtown water girl supposed to compete with the college grad?” She asked moving so that her head was resting against mine.
“You are not dumb Dylan; I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that,” I corrected her letting my arms claim her in to my embrace. “Come on talk to me; you talked to Jeff tonight, what did he say?”
“He said that he thought fate had thrust us together...I don’t believe that for a second, I think us being thrust together like this is some kind of cruel fucking joke...”
“How so?”
“Everything that I feel for him, everything that I ever felt for him is still there, its under the surface just festering away, eating away at me...”
”Then give him...”
”He is with someone Corey, I am with someone...it’s not right, I’m not that girl, I don’t cheat, I never have and I am not about to start now...”
”But if you guys are meant to be then...”
”Then what? I spend my life as a cheater and a mistress? No that isn’t who I am,” She argued her point well, she knew that she wasn’t that woman and she would rather deny herself all that she had ever wanted rather than become a person that she wouldn’t like and I had to repsect that. It was what made her the woman who had become my best friend after all.
“Ok so what did you say to him?” I asked as the storm seemed to tighten around the house causing her to grip on to me a little tighter.
“I told him that we could talk at work, that if he couldn’t accept that I said I didn’t want him then I didn’t want to hang out with him,” She admitted and in that instant I knew why he hadn’t come after her. He just hadn’t known how he was going to be recieved by her, he could have come after her and ended up being yelled at for not accepting her wishes.
“What did he say?”
“He asked me where Carmine was,” She laughed softly, but in a way he was right; where was Carmine? He hadn’t been the one who had been there supporting her and from what I could see from Jeff he had been impressed by her tonight, he had been proud of what she had accomplished.
Dylan's POV; Jeff’s words rang through my head, all that he had said and when I relayed it all to Corey he sighed heavily before turning silent and just holding me close.
Jeff had said that he thought he could love me, he said that he would back off but he wasn’t going to give up. My heart still fluttered at the thought of him not giving up on me, it had been so long since I had wished that he would have said something like he had said to me tonight and now that I was experiencing it, I really didn’t think that I was dealing all that well.
“Ok so what do you really want sugar?” Corey asked his voice tearing through my thoughts.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said looking across at him as he stretched out on the bed. Corey and I were never shy about sharing the same bed, it was just the way we were together and it would take a special man to actually be able to live with our friendship.
“I mean; do you want him to fight for you?” He asked smiling that smile that millions of women seemed to find the most attractive thing in the world, and as much as I found him attractive, I just didn’t feel anything more than friendship towards him. “I mean do you want to be stuck between two men? Do you want to see where you could go with Jeff?”
“I don’t know Corey; I don’t know what I want. I mean I know that I love Carmine, I know that what we have is going to always be there for me no matter what...”
”You mean Carmine is comfortable, he’s safe?” My friend asked watching me closely.
“I don’t...I guess yeah,”
“Are you in love with him?”
“I thought I was, I thought that what we had would withstand anything that was thrown at us but I guess...I just never envisioned Jeff being thrown at us you know?”
It was true, I had thought that I was ready to settle down and just be with one man, the one man who had been there for the past two years, the man who had refused to back away when I refused to open up, the man who had fought hard to get me to trust him but now Jeff was here and I never thought for a second that he would have ever have said those things that he had said tonight.
“How do you feel about Jeff honestly?” My best friend asked his voice soft and support letting me know that this was him being serious, that he wouldn’t be making any of his characteristic jokes, that all I would get was his support and advice.
“Honestly...when I am with him, I find that I can hardly breathe, when he looks at me its like a spark going off deep inside me but when I think about trusting him...I just feel empty, I don’t know if I can put my faith in a man who threw me away because he was worried about what other people would think you know?”
“I know it must feel like you can’t trust him, and as your best friend I know that I should hate him for what he did...”
”Hey you don’t have to hate anyone for the sake of me ok?” I pressed touching his arm as I lifted my head to look in to his eyes. “You are your own person Corey I always knew that and I would never put the people I love in to a position where they have to chose between me and Jeff, that’s not who I am...you know that right?”
“I do know sugar, I know that you would never ask but I just feel like I should hate him, that I should be the one standing in between the two of you to make sure that he never hurts you again but deep down I think that what he feels is real, I think that he did something stupid and he knows that but he just wants to make it up to you,”
“He has a girlfriend Corey, he has this girl back home and from what I have seen of her she loves him, she really, really loves him and can give him what I can’t...”
“Now I don’t understand,” He said arching his eyebrows at me questioningly.
”Think about it Corey, I’m not what you would call the most traditional of women; I am emotionally unavailable, I can’t say those three little words...how could I give him what he needs, how could I tell him when I have never been able to say it to anyone else?” I asked throwing myself back on to the pillow and out of his embrace.
“What if he is the one person that you could say it too?” He asked me watching me closely.
“But what if I can’t...? I don’t want to be the girl who breaks up a relationship on the string of maybe being able to say the words that I have never actually said to a partner before,”
“You’ve never said it to Carmine at all?” He asked my shocked.
“Nope! Not even close...when he proposed he told me that he loved me and I said ditto...it wasn’t really something that I paid much attention too until Roy pointed it out to me,”
”Roy? What does he have to...”
”I never said it to him either...he did actually say something that has stuck in my head though,”
“What?”
“He said that he got the feeling that there was only ever one man who would be able to get me to say those words and that man is the man in question,” I shook my head as I reached for the smokes and handed one to my best friend before lighting up my own. “Corey I don’t know what to do...I feel like I am loosing my mind, he won’t give up, he keeps pushing and pushing...”
“Do you honestly want him to stop?” Corey asked watching me and the look in his eyes told me that he was hurting that he couldn’t make this right. “’Cos if you really want him to stop, I will talk to him, get him to see that he can’t keep doing this to you,”
“I love you Corey but you just...you can’t keep fighting my battles for me, I need to stand on my own sometime you know?”
“We all need a little help now and again baby girl, so you just say the word and I will fix it,”
“I’ll find a way to deal babe, you just being here and listening is more than enough help,”
“Ok whatever you need you know I am here, always ok?” He smiled as I nodded my head. “And you tell me that you love me all the time...if I didn’t know better I would say that you want me!” He chuckled.
“You’re a goof but you’re right...how can I ever hide the way I feel about you!” I stated dramatically touching my heart for extra effect.
“You know you’re a great actress I almost believed that!” He chuckled falling down on to the pillow next to mine and laughed a little harder causing me to laugh too and it felt good.
For the past five months, it had felt like I was walking around with a permanent sad face on my features. All thoughts of Jeff intent on taking over me until I was constantly distracted and every time I talked to Carmine we would end up arguing and in all honesty, I knew that had he asked for the time off tonight he would have gotten it.
He had made his stance on the whole wrestling thing clear, he would support me as long as it didn’t mean that he had to watch it.
How were we ever going to survive this?
“So how did you leave it with Jeff at the arena?” Corey asked me.
“He told me that he wasn’t giving up and he walked away,” I replied staring up at the ceiling.
“You’re in trouble you know that right?” My best friend asked me.
“Yeah I know Captain Obvious!” I giggled softly as I thought about the wrestler who had offered me a shoulder should I need it.
“What’s on your mind?”
”Excuse me?” I snapped back to the present.
”I know you Dylan Jane Moore and I know for a fact when you have something on your mind...so come on spill it!?” He pressed turning on to his side once again.
Turning my head to look at him, I turned my body to face him and watched his features as they seemed to knit together in attention.
“You can’t tell anyone about this...”
”About what? Oh secrets! I llllooooovvvvveeeee secrets!” He chimed like a little kid in a candy store.
”I know you do dude, but please you need to promise me that you won’t tell anyone,” I pressed a little more firmly and instantly he was doing the boy scouts promise pledge. “I don’t believe for a second that you were in the boy scouts but I will accept that as you permitting to keep this a secret,”
“Fare enough; I didn’t think that I would be able to fool you,” He chuckled.
“Not a bit, but please Corey this is important, Jeff and Matt would be mad as hell if they ever found out,” I pressed firmly.
“My lips are sealed...now tell me!” He smiled.
“After Jeff walked away, a wrestler came over and offered me a shoulder to cry on should I need it,” From the look on my best friends face I could tell that he was confused. “It was...the wrestler was...Adam Copeland!”
Once again his face read confusion so I turned to face him and give him the low down on the bad blood between Adam and the Hardy boys.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Oct 24, 2008 21:42:47 GMT -6
Uh-oh! Do I smell trouble?
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 27, 2008 15:45:49 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 21;
Roy’s POV; When it became clear that Corey and Dylan weren’t coming back in to the room any time soon, Claire and Jim excused themselves to go to bed; their hunger for one another seemingly getting the better of them.
Which left Matt, Jeff and I sat in the living room, staring at nothing in particular, the fun that we had been having seemingly sucked out of the room as Dylan had left. That was just the way with my ex; she was something else, her presence was something that couldn’t be described, much like Jeff she had charisma that held your attention for however long she wanted to hold it.
“So Roy what are you gonna do when Corey and Jim head back to Slipknot?” Matt asked seemingly trying to find something to fill the silence with.
“I have a few things in the pipeline, I have a show in the UK in a couple of weeks and then I am gonna get some writing done,”
”You write?” He asked as Jeff stared at the spot where Dylan had disappeared.
“Yeah I write a lot...mostly on the piano and then I can get a better feel of things for the drums you know?” I smiled.
This was a hard situation for everyone involved, it was clear the connection and attraction between Dylan and Jeff was still there. There was nothing that could be done to fight it, they would just have to accept it and as much as I liked Carmine, the quicker Jeff and Dylan admitted that what had always been between them was still as strong, if not stronger, as it had always been the easier it would be on everyone involved.
Matt and I both turned as Jeff got up from the sofa and stalked out of the room heading for the kitchen. Matt went to get up and I reached my hand out to him.
”Would you mind Matt? I just think that it would be better if someone who knew Dylan talked to him?” I suggested.
“Sure; I’m pretty beat anyway but tell him if he wants to talk, just to come to my room?” Matt asked me. It was clear to anyone who met the brothers that they were close, and that they always made sure that they were there for one another.
“I will do,” I replied getting to my feet. “I’ll see you in the morning,”
”Night,” Matt replied heading off up the stairs to the second floor of the beach house as I slowly made my way back to the kitchen and found Jeff gulping down a fresh bottle of Vodka Ice.
“You think that’s a good idea?” I asked resting against the doorway and watched as he whirled round to look at me.
“Its the best idea I have, so yeah!” He replied running his hands through his hair and sighing heavily. “She’s just so insufferable you know?”
“Oh yeah I know,” I chuckled softly knowing exactly what he was talking about. Dylan could drive the calmest person to the brink of insanity with her stubborn streak.
But when she made up her mind that was it, there would be rarely any changing it. With a mind of her own it took a certain person to be able to deal with her and the woman that she was.
“She was like that when you two were together?” Jeff asked lighting a cigarette and offering me one from the pack.
“Yep...stubborn, headstrong, insufferable, independent...”
”How did you stand it?” He asked as I smiled remembering all the good times that Dylan and I had shared as a couple.
“’Cos I loved her and all those things pale in comparison when she gives you her heart,” I admitted thinking back in time knowing that some of my best memories were with Dylan and I wouldn’t change that if anyone asked me too.
“Do you still love her?”
“A part of me will always love her just like a part of her will always love me...” I replied seeing the confusion as it masked his face. “She told me, a little over a year ago, she had called me when Carmine proposed and she was in two minds as to whether she should go ahead with it or not,”
“Why did you two split up...? I mean I see the way you are together, you’re still pretty close...”
”We are and we always will be; that is something that whoever gets involved with her will have to deal with ‘cos like you and I both know she is stubborn and she won’t give her friends up for nothing...but to answer your question; we were both just heading in different directions, it wasn’t that we didn’t love each other or didn’t want to be together...it was just...it was what it was you know?”
“And Carmine...?”
“What about him?” I asked as the two of us moved back to the living room and sat down to continue this talk.
“How does she feel about him...? I mean I would have thought that he would have been here tonight on her big night,”
“Carmine isn’t exactly what you would call comfortable with her taking this direction in her career, he says he supports her but he just can’t watch her getting in to the ring every night,”
“Does he love her?”
“In his own way...”
”I don’t understand that...what do you mean in his own way?” He asked reaching for the ashtray and flicking his cigarette in to it before running the lit end around the walls much in the same way that Dylan did.
“Jeff it isn’t as simple as loving her...”
I didn’t know how much of Dylan’s life I should divulge, I just wasn’t sure just how much she would want Jeff to know. Dylan was a private girl, her life was shared with the people that she held close to her and for all intents and purposes Jeff just wasn’t one of those people.
“Look I think it best if we just don’t talk about this...”
”Why?”
“Dylan isn’t...she doesn’t...she likes her life to remain private, she doesn’t like people...”
”That she doesn’t know, to know about how she lives?”
“Exactly,” I admitted honestly watching the hurt masking his face. “What exactly are you feeling for her Jeff?” I asked softly flicking my own cigarette in to the ashtray as I watched him closely for his reaction.
“I don’t know...I know that what I felt for all those years ago is still there; its what I have always felt only it seems to be getting stronger now that she has come back in to my life!”
“And Beth?” I asked about his girlfriend because if he was falling for Dylan again I just couldn’t understand where his present girlfriend would fit in to the picture.
“I love Beth, I really do, she was there when I needed someone, when I needed anything to get past Dylan and there is nothing that I can do to repay her for...”
”That isn’t really a reason to be with someone you know?” I offered knowing that I was running the risk of him completely closing up and not talking at all but I had to be honest.
Hearing what he had just said, it seemed to me that yes he loved his girlfriend but he wasn’t in love with her, he didn’t feel about her the way that he felt about Dylan and to try and tell himself otherwise was just causing him to be living in denial.
Jeff's POV; I heard him loud and clear, I knew that I wasn’t being fare to either girl but my head was so messed up that I couldn’t seem to see right from wrong.
If Dylan would just give me the time of day, just spend some time with me, we could see exactly what it was between us, see if we were still as attracted to one another as we had been.
“Can I ask you something Roy?” I turned to look at the older man sat next to me.
”Sure you can,” He replied stubbing his smoked cigarette out in the ashtray.
“How did you get past the age difference between you and Dylan?”
“Well for one she wasn’t a minor when I met her so it really didn’t pose too much of a problem. That girl is a lot more grown up than most people realize...but that doesn’t mean that she isn’t her age if that makes any kind of sense to you at all,”
“No it does. I just think that had she stuck around things might have turned out differently you know?”
“I think they probably would have too man, but if she had stuck around she maybe wouldn’t be the woman she is now, the woman that I know you are falling for...”
”Am I that transparent?” I chuckled nervously hoping to hell that I wasn’t.
The last thing that I needed was Shannon getting a whiff of the way that I was feeling for his little sister. My best friend was highly protective of his little sister, they had always been tight but when their Father had passed away, Shannon had become the man of their household and his attention had latched on to the protecting Dylan.
“No man, I just recognize the signs...remember been there,” He chuckled back. “For what its worth, I think that you and Dylan would be a far better pairing than Dylan and Carmine,”
“You don’t like him?”
“It’s not that I don’t like him, I just don’t think that he truly gets her, he doesn’t see that this whole wrestling thing is something that she has always wanted to do. I mean even when we were together, she said that one day she would quit acting to get in that ring...”
”You supported that?”
”One hundred percent, there was nothing that I wouldn’t do for that girl, she had my heart in her hands, she made me feel things that I have never felt with anyone before...or after!”
“You guys must have been pretty close?”
I don’t know why but the thought of Roy being with Dylan seemed to sit better with me than the thought of her being with Carmine. There had been something about her fiance that I hadn’t been able to put my finger on when they had visited but seeing it now I knew that it was because he hadn’t supported her, he wasn’t supporting her the way that a partner should.
“We were together from late 2001 until the end of 2003 so yeah we were really close, we lived together when we managed to spend time together, we were always on the phone, so you can imagine the phonebills that we had but I wouldn’t change anything that we had for anything in the world you know?”
I nodded my head, I knew exactly what he was getting at there was no way in hell that I would change that one kiss I had shared with her, there was no way that I would change the feelings that I had...still have for anything.
The worst of it was from the memories there was no hiding place, I turned the TV on she was there, in every crowd there seemed to be someone who looked like her, every time I turned around she wasn’t there and I knew that I was in serious trouble.
I was picking at Beth, hardly talking to her when I was at home, being sulken and moody but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I’d sneak away to call Dylan, I would hide my phone as I text her only to get no response and I knew that I was risking a hell of a lot by acting this way yet I couldn’t stop myself.
“I can see that you get what I mean,” Roy said softly.
“Yeah I really do, more than you know! More than I can explain...it’s just like there is no where I can hide, no where I can go to get away from her and in a way I don’t want to get away from her, I wanted to get lost in all the things that I felt for her all those years ago,”
“Have you told her this?”
“I’ve tried but like you said she is stubborn,”
“Mmmm, I could talk to her if you want?” He offered softly.
“No its ok man. I told her earlier tonight that I wasn’t giving up...I told her that I would give her the space she asked for but I ain’t giving up,”
“Ok so I have to ask where does Beth fit in to all of this?” He asked me as I reached for the smokes and lighting another, inhaling deeply as I thought about where my girlfriend did fit in.
I loved Beth, we had been together ten years but I would be lying if I said that it had been easy. Beth was paranoid, sure she loved me but she didn’t trust me that much I knew. To my Family and friends we seemed to have a solid relationship but they didn’t know what living with her was like.
Every time my phone rang she wanted to know who it was, every time I went out she wanted to come or know who I was going out with and every time I was on the road she wanted me to call her every morning and night.
And it wasn’t like this had only just started since Dylan had come back in to my life, she had been like this since we had gotten together. It wasn’t like it was all bad ‘cos when it was just the two of us, alone with no one around things were great.
But I just couldn’t live my life that way, I couldn’t drop everything and everyone from my life just to make her happy because then I would be miserable and I couldn’t live my life that way, that just wasn’t who I was.
“I love Beth...but in all honesty my relationship...it isn’t what it should be,” I admitted quietly.
“I don’t understand,” Roy said watching me closely and I knew in a way he was weighing me up because I was interested in his ex and his close friend, he wanted to make sure that I was on the up and up.
“Beth is paranoid and has been for years...actually from the minute that we got together. Things at home aren’t what they should be and I am not going in to detail ‘cos well that is just...”
”Things that should be kept between you and Beth?”
“Yeah,” I nodded my head slowly thinking about her at home and wondering why she hadn’t been calling me continuously but then I remembered that there was this storm raging outside which of course meant that I had no signal. “Sorry,”
”Hey no need to apologise to me man, but honestly is that why you want Dylan; ‘cos you think the grass is greener on the other side?”
“What...? No...no way, what I feel for Dylan was something that I tried to bury by getting involved with Beth but all it did was just mask over my feelings; it never got rid of them you know?”
”Then I think it is more than obvious what you need to do,”
“You do? Care to enlighten me?” I chuckled nervously as he chuckled back.
”You need to make a clean break; show Dylan that you are committed to at least trying to do the right thing,” Roy said softly. “Remember I know that girl probably better than Corey, honesty and actions speak volumes to her,”
I never thought for one minute that I would get advice from Dylan’s friends let alone her ex but here we were talking like we were the ones who were friends and he had really given me something to think about.
“The best I can figure is that fate has brought you two back together,” He said.
“See that is what I said to her earlier but she wasn’t having it...”
”What did she say when you said that to her?” He asked me the question taking me by surprise ‘cos I for sure thought he would have jumped to her defense on that statement but here he was seemingly calm and collected.
“She uhm...she said and I qoute...hang on... “You know what, I am not talking to you about this...if you can’t support and accept the fact that when I say I don’t want you then I suggest that we talk when we work but other than that I don’t want to hang out with you, I don’t want to talk to you and I sure as hell don’t want to be your friend!””
“Hang in there Jeff; she will definitely come round, I know her and when she talks like that it means that what you said has sunk in, trust me!” He said his voice had a tone that told me he did indeed know what he was talking about after all they had been together a long time and he did know her a little bit better than anyone else.
I couldn’t carry on the way that I was, I had to find a way to make things right, I had to find a way to figure out who I really wanted although deep down I knew without a doubt who it was without having to think about it, but it was a huge decision that could alter my life dramatically and for now I had a lot of thinking to do.
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 28, 2008 5:37:33 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 22;
The following morning; Dylan’s POV; My body slowly came round from the slumber that Corey and I had slipped in to around four in the morning. We had talked about all that had happened with Mr. Copeland the previous night, how he had offered me a shoulder and that I thought he was a nice guy.
I knew that there was no way that Jeff, Matt nor Shannon were going to be happy with me talking to him. Especially after what he had done to Matt. I didn’t know the full story, all I knew was that Adam had befriended Matt’s long term girlfriend Amy Dumass who had played Lita on Smackdown, he had apparently whispered things in to Amy’s ear about how lonely he was, how he missed being with someone.
From all accounts he had built a friendship, gotten close to her, wore her down and when she was vulnerable enough he had moved in for the kill and successfully splitting the pair up. But as much as my friends and Family said they hated him, he had been nothing but nice to me when I had needed it.
My eyes fluttered open as my mind slowly began to catch up to my body and woke from the sleep that I had been enjoying, the sleep where nothing hurt, where nothing was complicated and all I could do now was resign myself to the fact that it was another day where I would have to be in the same place as Jeff.
Why was it; that with one minute with Jeff I would forget about the fact that I was going to be getting married soon?
Was it really possible that I was making the biggest mistake of my life?
I couldn’t lie here any longer, I was just becoming more frustrated, so silently slipping from the bed; leaving Corey to sleep, I slipped my feet in to my sneakers in the hope that it would at least be clear enough for me to venture outside to clear my head before another long day.
Quietly I let myself out of my room and padded along the hallway, the sound of my brother and best friend making love seemed to wrap around me making me feel slightly uncomfortable and weirded out that I all but ran down the stairs to the living room to see Jeff sat on the sofa staring in to space, great as if the sound of my brother and friend wasn’t disturbing enough now I had to contend with Jeff. His handsome features knotted together in concentration but the minute my foot stepped down on to the hard wood floor he looked up at me.
”Morning,” He said softly.
Looking away from him because I just didn’t trust myself to talk in his presence I rushed to the kitchen. My hand had just wrapped around the handle of the tall standing refridgerator when the feel of the hair on the back of my neck standing on end coiled through my body.
“What exactly do I have to do to get you to talk to me?” He demanded in a whisper so soft that my entire body reacted to the sound and to the feel of his hand on my wrist whirling me around to face him.
The weight of his frame pressed in to mine and I instantly forgot all that I had been thinking and planning on doing as I became so lost in his eyes that I was sure there would be no coming back from him, no coming back from the things that I felt, that I had always felt for him.
“Why are you so scared of just talking to me?” He asked his face inches from my own, until all I could seem to focus on was the fact that his lips seemed so smooth and soft.
“I can’t...” I stumbled as his hand let go of my arm and tenderly wiped the hair from my face causing the tremble to break out all over my body.
“Why not?” He asked his voice turning soft and caring, his eyes burning in to mine marking me in a way that no man had ever marked me before. “God you’re beautiful,” He whispered his lips inching closer to mine.
“Jeff...!” I panted as my body became incapable of fighting him anymore. There was nothing that I could do to fight the attraction that I had always felt to him.
“Mmm?” He questioned as he stopped his lips unbearably close to my own that I could feel the chemistry sparking madly, the desperation of needing to feel his lips on mine seemed almost too much to handle.
Without thought, without reason, without restraint I slammed my lips to his and kissed him with everything that I was. All the passion, all the hunger, all the desire and all the lust that I had always felt for him crashed through my lips and out on to his only to vibrate back on to my own as he matched everything that I gave him.
An unbridled desire welled up inside my body, desperate to feel his touch, desperate to just let go and let him take me and as if sensing all that I was feeling his hands ran up my legs, roaming over my curves until they were gliding over my breasts causing a small moan to escape my lips as his own lips moved down to my neck; tender and gentle kisses that rendered me incapable of fighting what I was feeling anymore.
“Mmm Dylan...” He groaned pushing his body harder against my own until I was literally squashed between him and the fridge unable to move had I even wanted too. “I have wanted this...I want you!” He growled softly in to my ear causing a chain effect of pleasure to course through me so quickly that I was literally seeing stars.
Moving my hands over his chiseled upper body; roaming every muscle and contour of his body had him react in the same way as I had moments previously from feeling his touch, trembles that shot from his body and sank in to my own.
Moving my fingers under his jumper until I was gliding over the amazing soft flesh of his gorgeous body, touching every inch of him, he followed my lead until his hands were buried deep under my over sized shirt that I had slept in as he pulled me away from the fridge and gently lifted me until I was wrapping my legs around his waist.
Placing me gently on to the work top; our bodies seemed in desperate need of relief, relief from the stifling connection that had always been between us.
“You’re so soft!” He whispered letting his talented hands roam up my legs reaching my thighs slowly; his touch fueled with the intent of driving me crazy.
But I had always been crazy when it came to him, crazy for the things that he had instilled deep inside me from the minute my lips had met his. Looking deep in to his powerful eyes, I could feel myself becoming lost in all that I had ever wanted with him, lost in the way that things could be.
Inching his jumper up over his flesh until it was lying in a heap on the floor of the kitchen, his body panting for air desperately, his muscles rippling as my fingers continued to glide over every dip and muscle lining of his torso.
“Jeff...mmm!” I purred as the tips of his fingers stroked over the top of my thong, causing my entire being to react to him, instantly I was wet and aching in a way that I hadn’t ached in the longest time. “Don’t stop!” I pleaded as desperation kicked up inside me.
“I didn’t plan to beautiful!” He whispered back his tone as needy and hungry as my body felt. My fingers began to unbutton the snugly fit jeans that he was wearing desperate for the feel of his cock inside me.
An ache that pulsed through every vein in my body as he began to slowly inch the shirt I was wearing up over my body, the phone started to ring loudly but my body was unwilling to let go of the moment, unwilling to accept that the phone was ringing and stop what had erupted out of me.
I wanted to feel this way, I wanted to feel desired in the way that he had made me feel all those years ago, I wanted to get lost in him.
“Dylan baby, you there...?” Carmine’s voice shot through the moment like a gun shot and caused me to literally stop moving towards Jeff’s tender and loving touch causing him to look back up in to my eyes.
“I-I...I have to get that!” I panted pushing him away from me, guilt beginning to build in a way that left me feeling sick just as the vibration of Jeff’s phone ringing in his pocket caused him to nod his head slowly.
“I should get this,” He said his voice full of regret and disappointment that what we had been about to do had been interupted and if I were honest, I felt the same way.
But how could I be so selfish, I was engaged, I was getting married and in a small way I had to wonder if Carmine calling at this moment was a sign that Jeff and I weren’t meant to be.
Looking at his panting frame as he struggled to get his phone from his pocket and answer it, I felt the regret at having to stop simmer away inside me like a cancer eating me from the inside out.
Jeff's POV; I had almost just gotten everything that I had ever wanted, I had felt the change in her body, the change in her voice as she finally gave in to whatever it was that was between us, the smooth sensation of her touch, the warmth of her mouth and her pussy as my fingers had lightly touched her, the panting in her frame that had seemed to sink in to my body along with the tremble until I had been panting and trembling in time with her.
Was fate intent on playing this cruel joke on us? Getting us to the point of near no return and then placing something in the way by way of Carmine, her fiance.
Looking at my phone to see Beth’s name flashing and there it was; we were both off limits, we both had partners and it seemed to me that the universe was cruely reminding us both of it at the exact moment we had both been about to succumb to the feelings between us.
“Hey,” I answered as I watched Dylan answering the house phone trying to put a smile on her face as she looked at me her eyes full of regret that seemed to match the regret that welled up inside me.
“Hey baby, what’s going on? I have been trying to call you all night only to get your answer machine,” Beth purred down the phone.
”We had a storm,” I sighed running my hand through my hair as I paced, unable to look at Dylan, unable to watch as she talked intimately with her fiance on the phone.
I had spent the majority of the night sitting in the living room in the dark thinking about all that Roy had said to me about his ex, it had sank in until I knew exactly what I had to do.
“So where are you?”
”We stayed at Dylan’s...”
”At Dylan’s why?” She asked me her voice instantly turning suspicious and so it starts I thought to myself.
“Well the hotel rooms were booked only until midnight...”
”But you are in LA how did you bump in to Dylan?”
“It would seem that Dylan is my new Valet,” I informed my girlfriend as the sound of Dylan laughing seemed to fill the entire room until I was sure that I was being suffocated by the sound. Drowning in the things that I wanted from her, drowning in the feelings that wouldn’t seem to give me a moments peace.
“What...? How...? She isn’t a wrestler...she’s an actress...”
“She was at the training camp Beth, she has earned the right to get in to that ring with the best of them,” I admitted feeling the pride that I had towards my old crush, to the one girl that I had always wanted and nothing could change that feeling.
It had taken me the better part of the night to realize that there was nothing that could stop me from feeling about Dylan the way that I did. Nothing anyone said, nothing anyone did would ever change the feelings that I had. Getting together with Beth had only succeeded on masking over the feelings, I knew that now.
All I had to do was hold out until I got home at the end of the week so that I could sit Beth down and tell her that it just wasn’t going to work with us because telling her over the phone just wasn’t the man that I was. I couldn’t do that to her when she had given me ten years of her life.
I half listened to Beth complaining about the amount of time that I was going to have to spend with Dylan while the other half of me listened to Dylan on the phone to Carmine, the conversation getting heated to say the least.
I could hear the warning signs of Dylan loosing her cool, her voice becoming more strained the longer she talked with her fiance and that seemed to fuel me to tell Beth that I would call her later and hang up on her.
Knowing Beth the way that I did, she would just continue to call, so I turned my phone off and stuffed it back in to my pocket as I strode across the room to where Dylan was slowly loosing her patience with what ever her fiance was saying to her.
Stopping behind her, I gently pulled the hair away from her neck and began to gentle massage her shoulders that seemed to be wound tighter than a virgin on prom night.
Slowly and tenderly kneading away the tension had her body slowly relax, letting go of the tension as she began to come back in control of her body but not her voice.
“Well you know what...’baby’; you call me when you have stopped throwing a God damn fucking hissy fit...No I have told you and told you time and time a-fucking-gain that I am not giving this up...You don’t know what you are talking about...because I know him...friends yes...oh real nice ‘honey’; you kiss your Mother with that mouth...goodbye!” Hanging up she let her body rest in to my touch, taking all the comfort that I was offering her. “I’m sorry about that Jeff,” She whispered softly.
“Its ok; you want to talk about it?” I asked leading her to the sofa where we both took a seat next to one another.
“He just doesn’t get it you know?”
“Get what?” I asked watching her closely for her reaction as the storm once again started to build in momentum causing her body to wince at the sound of the creeks that swept through the house she owned.
“That this wrestling thing is something that I have always wanted to do, that I know that I can do it...”
”Give him time; he will come round,” I offered not believing the actual words that were coming out of my mouth.
“No I really don’t think that he will...I told him about being your valet and he just...he lost it!”
“Why?” Was it possible that he could see that I was a threat?
Could he possibly see that I wanted his girl?
And that I was going to do whatever I had to, to accomplish my goal?
And if that meant I had to listen to her talking about another man and the problems that they were having in their relationship then so be it.
“He thinks that you want me...”
”Well to be fair I do,” I smiled at her causing her to turn and smile back at me for a few moments.
“I know you do and you know that I want you but what nearly happened in that kitchen...it can never happen again!”
There it was one statement and I literally thought that I was dying, I couldn’t seem to catch my breath, I couldn’t seem to see straight as the thought of how close we had come seemed to be snatched away in an instant.
“...Jeff?”
“Sorry what?” I snapped back to the present with a bump and red face.
“You agree right?”
“No...I really don’t,” I said causing her to turn and look at me once again. God, I wished that she wouldn’t look at me like that. “Dylan, I know that you think you are doing the right thing by not allowing yourself to give in to what you are feeling but trust me, the more you deny it the more problems you are going to have with Carmine,”
“How can you say that?”
”Because the more you deny what is obviously between us, the more that you are going to throw yourself in to your relationship and try to be what Carmine obviously wants, how is that going to make you happy? How can you live like that when it is obvious that you are a strong, independent woman?” I pressed not making any attempt to move to her because I knew that if I tried I would just get shot down in flames.
What had happened in that kitchen moments ago, would happen again; it was just a matter of time and I had plenty of time on my hands. Especially now that we were working together, and going to be spending all of this time together.
We were inevitable, the things between us certain to come crashing out at the right moment and for now I was happy to wait because if I were completely honest with myself then I wanted to end my relationship before I gave all of myself to Dylan.
”You know; you are far too insightful,” She whispered before leaning in and kissing my cheek before getting up and heading towards the staircase.
”Where you going?”
“To shower and get dressed, I will see you in a little bit,” She smiled back at me with that amazing bright and gorgeous smile that could literally have any man on the planet sell his soul to be in its presence.
Falling back in to the sofa, I thought about all that we had just encountered with one another, all the things that had raced through my veins at her touch, at touching her and I knew that I was ready to accept what it was between us. It had taken ten long years but I was ready to let go and just feel it.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Oct 28, 2008 10:14:24 GMT -6
Woot!!! They're inching closer and closer to hookin' up!!!!!!!!!!!! Fantastic update!!
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 29, 2008 6:17:36 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 23;
The following day; Berlin; Germany; Olympiastadion; Sports Stadium, Berlin; Claire’s POV; We had all been sat around yesterday afternoon bored almost to tears until Dylan suggested that we go for a swim in the pool but just as we had been about to get ready, they had gotten a call from Vince saying there was a car being sent for them.
Apparently the flights to Europe were going ahead but the flights out to Iowa were still grounded since the storm seemed to be moving in that direction, so rather than stick around in the States, we had all purchased tickets and flown out to Germany with Dylan, Shannon, H, Jeff and Matt.
Here we were sat in the stadium, surrounded by fans of the WWE, cheering and shouting surrounded us where we were waiting for Dylan and H to accompany Jeff and Shannon in to the ring, where the four friends were teaming up to fight Hawkins and Ryder, who were apparently being accompanied by Melina and Kelly, Kelly. I still giggled softly at Corey’s comments on the latter’s name. It was something that had caused both Dylan and H to laugh out loud when he had launched in to a tirade of colorfully chosen words.
This was the first night that Dylan and H were going to be in the ring, both women were nervous but Shannon was keeping H company; trying to keep her calm, trying to talk her down from the high of fear that had set in. It was clear to everyone who saw them together that they were meant for one another.
As far as Dylan went she was just desperate to get in to the ring, she was high with excitement, which had Jeff trying to calm her down from. Ever since yesterday the air between the two had become even more charged, there seemed to be a building sexual chemistry and anyone could see that it was only a matter of time before they succumbed to what was clearly between them.
I figured that the only reason Shannon hadn’t noticed that anything was up between them was because he was so lost in his feelings for H, their connection seemed to have just strengthened since they had given in to the passion between them.
The three of us had sat in Dylan’s hotel suite this morning, before the girls had to leave for their meeting with the wrestlers that they would be fighting tonight with Jeff and Shannon. H had, after much encouragement from Dylan and I, had admitted that she and Shannon had finally took their relationship to the next level. But because Shannon was her brother, Dylan had asked H not to go in to detail, so while she had gone to shower, H and I had talked about what had happened in great detail, and from all accounts the man was beyond talented.
“Whatchya thinkin’?” Jim asked leaning in to my ear and whispering in to me softly.
“Just about all the things that I have with H and Dylan; you know I haven’t really ever had female friends like them before,” I admitted resting against my boyfriends embrace; feeling the love and connection that we shared present as always.
“Well I am glad that you get along with them...it sure makes for a much easier life for us right Corey?” Jim smiled nudging his band mate who was listening intently to the commentators who were sat in front of us.
“What now?” The man in question turned and smiled at us, seemingly unprepared to be embarrassed about getting caught up in the drama of the whole night.
“Nothing man!” Jim chuckled as he kissed the top of my head, leaving Corey to going back to listening to the commentators talking about the upcoming fight between Jeff, Shannon, H, Dylan, Hawkins, Ryder, Melina and Kelly, Kelly.
“Y’all interupt me listening to what these guys are saying and then say that it is nothing...God who are we here to see? Dylan and H and these guys are talking about them...stop interupting me!” Corey mumbled as he leant over the barrier and tapped the older of the two men on the shoulder and began talking to him leaving Jim and I to talk with Roy.
“Wow he’s all fired up,” Roy chuckled as the music started for Shannon and H, who appeared at the top of the ramp; holding hands they slowly moved down to the ring together.
And as H had told me, Shannon was ever the gentleman as he slid in to the ring and gently pulled the ropes apart for his girl and Valet to enter the ring. H pointed down to where we were sitting as she whispered in to Shannon’s ear who turned and waved at us smiling brightly, clearly happy to have his woman by his side.
Roy, Jim and I all smiled and waved back. Corey was too busy talking to the commentators about Dylan to even notice that H and Shannon had come out in to the arena. They looked from Corey to us in a questioning manner but we just shrugged our shoulders as the sound of Jeff’s opening music filled the entire stadium.
The crowds went crazy, screaming and chanting ‘Hardy’ over and over as he and Dylan came in to view at the top of the ramp, both moving to the sides and shaking hands with fans.
Ever since their debut appearances; H and Dylan had been the most researched stars on the WWE website, and apparently google if the commentators were to be believed. It seemed that the fans wanted to know more about the two movie stars who had made the change in careers to come to the WWE.
Unlike H and Shannon; Jeff and Dylan remained detached from one another; each walking down opposite sides of the ramp until they reached the ring, both looking up at Shannon and H as Dylan’s eyes wavered for a few moments and landing on us where we were stood.
The relief washed over her features for a second before she leaned in and whispered in to Jeff’s ear, who followed her gaze and nodded his head, both of them moving around opposite sides of the ring until they came together in front of us.
Instantly Corey pulled away from the commentators and reached for Dylan.
“There you are, is it right that I should be so nervous?” He asked hugging her tightly causing her to giggle softly as she looked at me and rolled her eyes. “You’re making fun of my nervousness now?” He pouted at her.
”Babe, there is nothing to be nervous about ok?” She cupped his face in her hands and placed her lips to his forehead. “I know what I am doing, I love you, I really do but you don’t need to be nervous about this,”
The sound of the entro music to the contenders rang through the arena so loudly that it blocked Corey’s response out until Dylan hugged him tightly, then Roy, me and finally Jim before she and Jeff moved to the ring and slid inside standing up next to Shannon and H; the four talking quietly amongst themselves as the sound of boos rang through the arena.
We settled back in to our seats and watched as the ref made sure to explain the rules; pin fall or submission. In this fight no count outs applied and no disqualifications counted.
“I’m worried!” Corey muttered from next to Jim as the sound of the kids behind us talking about Dylan and how hot she was.
“Dude did you see the tattoo on her hip...?” The first voice said.
“Yeah I wonder what the CT stands for?” The other said causing Corey to look at me and laugh out loud. Of course the CT stood for Corey Taylor, and Corey himself had DM tattooed in the same place; we had been in Vegas one weekend before she met Carmine and in their drunken state the two friends had decided that they were going to get each others initials tattooed on them to forever bond them together.
It was something that Carmine had struggled with when he had first seen it; he had really thought that they were more than friends, that he was stepping on Corey’s toes but he couldn’t have been further from the truth and after a talk with the said charasmatic front man of Slipknot and Stone Sour he had seen that things between Dylan and Corey were purely platonic and always would be.
Jim's POV; I couldn’t help but wonder if tonight would be the night. We had all talked about going out for a few drinks after the show tonight, maybe I would manage to get Claire alone and just ask her; God knows I am nervous enough and have been since I had come to the conclusion that I wanted to ask her to be my wife.
It wasn’t something that I had ever thought that I would do but here I was; ring in pocket, nerves circling the pit of my stomach like vultures circling a dead carcass making me feel sick and with no thought of what I was going to say or how I was going to ask her.
My eyes landed on H who took to the ring first as the bell rang signalling the beginning of the fight. Dylan, Jeff and Shannon slipped out on to the edge of the ring nearest us, Dylan glanced over and smiled happily before turning back to the occupants inside the confines of the ropes; slowly circling one another, getting a feel of each other as the ref tried to remain out of the way as H and Kelly, Kelly suddenly locked up both struggling to get the upper hand.
It wasn’t long before H had the blond pinned to the matt, going for the cover and just as the ref was bringing his hand down for the three count the woman on the ground rolled her arm up in the air breaking the count. Both slowly got to their feet; Kelly kicking H in the stomach but the foot was caught, Kelly instantly spun round and kicked H with her free foot both landing on the matt; H face up, Kelly face down.
Both realizing that they had no more to give in that moment, crawled to their appropriate corners and tagged in Shannon and Curt Hawkins respectively.
Corey went back to talking to the commentators but managing to keep a close eye on the action in the ring until Jeff had taken a pretty bad beating after being tagged in by Shannon. Jeff threw himself to the side of the ring and tagged in Dylan who dove in to the ring.
Corey all but jumped out of his seat when he noticed that his female best friend was in the ring with the male underhanded Zack Ryder. Both circling each other, and Dylan being the strong woman that she was refused to be intimidated by this man or to back down and tag in Shannon who was screaming at her from where he was stood.
Ignoring her brother, she locked up with Ryder; Dylan instantly got the upper hand as she realized that Ryder had underestimated just how strong she really was as she got him in to a head lock and anyone could see that she really had it locked in there as she slowly submitted the man to his knees then on to his back.
Regaining his composure he pushed her hard and she literally went sailing across the ring causing Claire and Corey to both gasp loudly as Corey covered his eyes.
“I can’t watch!” He mumbled causing Roy and I to laugh as he literally hid behind the barrier and lifted his head every now and again to watch as the fight waged on.
Twenty minutes later and Claire had literally knocked Kelly, Kelly out of the ring, Shannon had taken care of Hawkins and Jeff had just thrown Ryder out of the ring just as he tagged Melina in. Jeff threw himself at the rings and Dylan was tagged back in to the ring.
However Melina made the mistake of trying to insult Dylan with comments about how she should head on back to Hollywood and if that was one thing that Dylan hated it was being mistaken for a Hollywood star; there was absolutely nothing Hollywood about my friend, she shunned the whole celebrity lifestyle and hated when people assumed that just because she was an actress that made her all about the glitz.
In a movement that seemed to be quicker than the eye; Dylan threw herself at Melina and grabbed her in a sweeping clothes line and the impact with which Melina fell to the matt vibrated through the arena. Dylan moved to the turnbuckle and began to climb up on to it, her attention focused on what she was doing. So lost in her actions that she didn’t realize that Melina was up and moving to her, lifting her on to her shoulders, Dylan tried to elbow down on to the pretty brunettes head but when that didn’t work, she flung her body backwards, taking the screaming attacker with her; the action literally throwing the woman across the ring.
Dylan scrambled to get the pin just as Ryder hauled himself in to the ring but Jeff seeing what was happening from his position lying on the edge of the ring began to crawl in to the ring and speared the man who had tried to intervene before he could get to Dylan and Melina.
“1...2...3!” The ref slammed his hand down on the canvas effectively making Shannon, Jeff, Dylan and H the winners of the match.
“Dude she is so hot...God I would show her a good...” The kid behind us started causing Corey to instantly turn and glare at the boy, who quickly shut his mouth as Dylan herself jumped down from the ring and moved to her best friend.
“You were amazing Dyl,” Corey gushed happily claiming her in a hug so tight that she was giggling softly.
”Really...? ‘Cos I swore I saw you spending half the match hidden behind here,” She pulled back and pinched his nose affectionately as the Hardy Boys entrance music played loudly through the arena chorused with the cheers from the crowds. “Come on backstage in a few, I will get someone to come down for ya ok?”
“Let’s go kid!” Shannon called from the ring where he was waiting for his sister along with Jeff and H who were watching as the defeated party shuffled out of the arena.
“God I’m coming big man,” Dylan called back before smiling at us and heading backstage with her team mates and the next match was on.
Eventually a guard came to escort us backstage. Roy and Corey rushing ahead of us leaving Claire and I behind, my mind went back to trying to think of the best way to ask this woman to marry me.
“Ok what’s wrong?” Claire asked sensing that I was elsewhere instantly. That was the connection that we shared, we were always like this almost from the moment that we had gotten together.
“Nothings wrong beautiful,” I smiled down at her as she literally stopped in the long hallway and looked at me; crossing her arms over her chest and refusing to move another step.
“Don’t lie to me Jim, I know that there is something bothering you and it has been for a few days now, so please don’t insult me by saying that there is nothing going on with you,” She said her voice strong and final.
“Not here Claire ok?” I said moving back to her and watching her eyes closely, drowning in their magnetic pull, drowning in the things that I was feeling, it was no wonder that I wanted to get this right.
“No see now I know there is something that we are going to do it right here and now...”
”I don’t want to...”
”I don’t care...you’re scaring me Jim,” She said her voice barely even a whisper.
Moving without thought or hesitation, I wrapped her up in to my arms and held her close. After her last relationship Claire found it hard to trust, she found it hard to really let go and as much as she did let go with me I knew that there was a part of her that she still held back because she refused to allow another man to walk all over her the way Dave had.
Dave had been the editor of the magazine that she worked for, he cheated, he used her and then when she thought that he couldn’t sink any further he had suggested that they partake in a threesome. Claire would try absolutely anything once but women weren’t her scene and she had all but told him that if wanted that then he had picked the wrong girl, he had agreed and literally ended their relationship without even thinking about it, telling her exactly what she had meant to him.
“You have absolutely nothing to worry about Claire, I love you...nothing is ever going to change that,”
”Then tell me what is going on with you...please?” She begged with me softly refusing to meet my gaze as the heat flushed her beautiful features.
As I looked at her I knew that I couldn’t not do it now, she had caught on to the fact that I had something on my mind and when Claire got something in her head she was like a dog with a bone refusing to let it go no matter what it was.
So taking a deep breath I stepped back from her and pushed my hand in to my jean pocket and my fingers easily curled around the velvet box of the ring that Dylan had helped me pick out.
Reaching for Claire’s left hand, I watched her closely hoping that she would see what this was about but there was no flicker in her eyes, she truly had no idea that this was coming and suddenly the nerves inside me were about ready to vomit out of my mouth.
“Claire I love you, I always...from the minute that I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were going to be the one woman who I let in to my life and refused to let leave. With you I feel complete, I feel like a man and no one has ever...you are one of a kind and that is one of the things that I love most about you,” I really hadn’t thought about what I was going to say I had been far too concerned about how I was going to do it that the words never actually played a factor in my thoughts. So here I was mumbling like an idiot but seeing the tears filling her eyes I knew that I wasn’t doing half as badly as I thought I was. “I want to spend the rest of my life learning everything that I can about you, I want to spend my mornings waking up next to you, I want to spend my nights going to bed with you and everything else in between is just a bonus...will you marry me?”
The small gasp that escaped her lips led way to the tears spilling from those eyes that I could spend an eternity in as she sank down to her knees in front of me; her hands cupping my face completely ignoring the ring in my own hands.
“I love you Jim, I want everything that you said you want and more, yes I will marry you!” There it was the most amazing answer that I had ever heard and there was no stopping the electric filled kiss that erupted from us in that moment.
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 24;
Twenty Minutes later; H’s POV; Dylan was taking forever in the shower, and Shannon had been calling me continuously wanting to know what was taking us so long.
“Dyl!?” I called in to the shower cubicles from the main area of the girls locker room.
“Yeah?” She called back as the sound of the shower turning off reached to where I was sat on the bench waiting for her to be ready but the sound of her voice seemed to be crying.
I wanted to ask if she was ok, I wanted to check that she didn’t want to talk about whatever it was that was upsetting her but the fact that she had clearly used the shower to hide her melt down meant only one thing and that was that she didn’t want to talk about it. And if I were to try and get her to open up then I ran the risk of pissing her off.
Getting up I moved to the entrance to the shower cubicle and leant against the tiled wall.
“You about ready to go...? Shannon has been call and calling me...”
”God he is worse than a little bitch with a skinned knee...you go on ahead sweetie, I will follow on soon, just text me to let me know where you are all gonna be ok?” She replied causing me to chuckle at the insult directed at her big brother.
“You’re sure?” I giggled softly.
“Of course, I could be a while yet,” She replied sniffing and I swear if she thought that she managing to hide it from me then she didn’t know me very well.
“You sure you don’t need anything while I am here?” I asked as once again my phone rang and it was Shannon.
“Go...I am guessing that is big brother again; you better go before he throws his dummy out the crib,” She tried her best imitation of giggling only to fail miserably.
“All right, I will text you when we get where ever we are going,”
”Ok honey, see you in a little bit,” She replied turning the shower back on obviously to mask her tears.
I hated leaving her and I was actually in two minds as to whether I actually should or not but the latter won because if I hung around it would just make her uncomfortable and I didn’t want that.
So slowly turning on my heel, having a very bad feeling I headed out of the women’s locker room, closing the door firmly behind me and heading along the hallway, just as Adam Copeland passed by me and smiled saying hi.
Fucking moron, if he thought that I was going to talk to him then he would be waiting a hell of a long time, as I stomped past him intent on getting to my man, to see what his rush was.
Rounding the corner I didn’t give Adam a second thought or the fact that he had been heading in the direction of the women’s locker room; had I noticed the alarm bells would have instantly gone off in my head especially after all that he had done to my older cousin Matt and his relationship with Amy.
By the time I reached the canteen where Shannon told me they were waiting for me, it seemed that a party was going on. Jim and Claire were stuck in the middle of the group resting against one another looking more happy than I had ever seen them, which was no easy feet because they were always so happy that you just assumed that, that was as happy as they could get but no here they were literally beaming from ear to ear.
“Where is Dyl?” Corey asked looking behind me obviously expecting his best friend to follow me in to the canteen.
”She’s still getting showered, she said to just head on without her and to text her from wherever we end up and she will follow on,” I said moving until Shannon’s arms claimed me once again in a tender hold that did little to calm the raging fire of seeing him and being with him in that ring earlier.
“She ok?” Corey asked moving next to me but glaring at Jeff.
It was becoming harder and harder to hide the way they felt for one another especially when they couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off one another, and the sexual tension that sparked between them was out of this world, there was no way to deny it but thankfully it wasn’t something that Shannon had picked up on as of yet.
“Mmm,” I nodded my head unsurely as Corey excused us from the group and pulled me aside before I even got the chance to find out what the celebrations were about.
“What gives?” Corey asked his voice hushed and soft.
“Excuse me?”
”Come on H; you and I both know that I know something is up with her...did Jeff do something?” He asked me turning and looking at the man in question again. “’Cos if he did, I swear to God...”
”No he didn’t do anything...well not to my knowledge anyway,” I replied tearing my gaze away from the baby blue of my man’s eyes and looking in to the almost same shade of baby blue eyes that belonged to Corey Taylor. “She wouldn’t talk...shut herself away in the shower cubicle and wouldn’t come out while I was there,”
“I don’t know what to do H; I don’t know how to make this one better for her...I want to throttle Carmine!” He growled angrily.
“Woah where did that one come from?” I giggled softly as he ran his hands through his hair.
”He should be here, he should be supporting her...I mean the more that he distances himself from this the more I can see her turning to Jeff and we both know how that is gonna end...”
”I think that it might be for the best...”
”What Dylan becoming a mistress...’cos if you remember rightly Jeff still has a girlfriend back home,”
”From what he has told me it won’t be for too much longer,” I admitted quietly. “But you didn’t hear that from me ok?”
“All right...well Mr. Charasmatic Enigma just went up a stock in my book,” He replied thoughtfully running his hand over his unkempt beard. “All right then let’s get this show on the road,”
”What is even going on anyway?” I asked watching my best friends, other best friend as he bounded across the canteen and back in to the fold that we had created as a group whenever we all came together like this.
“Jim asked me to marry him,” Claire admitted waving her hand in the air showing off the ring to absolutely anyone who was interested in seeing it regardless of whether she knew them or not.
“Well all right then Mr. Root...you finally pulled your finger out,” I giggled as he stuck his tongue out at me, while I gently grabbed my friends hand to look at the ring.
It seemed that Jim had done way too well, the ring was exactly Claire’s style; medium sized diamond, nothing overly flashy or too much bling.
”You had help!” I stated looking from the ring to him and back again until his face was beet red. “I knew it...Dylan?” I asked.
“Mmm...I’m sorry baby,” He started looking to Claire who seemed to melt at his sudden cuteness. Reaching out for him she pulled him close.
“It’s ok baby, I love it either way...in fact I am glad that you had the foresight to actually go to someone for help; at least I love the ring and going to Dylan was a smart move,” She tenderly brushed her lips over his causing the entire party to make sick noises from being in the presence of something so cute and sickeningly sweet.
Eventually we were on the move and looking for the kind of bar or nightclub where we could just cut loose, celebrate the engagement of our friends and just generally have fun.
An hour later; Shannon's POV; We had finally found a bar that no one in our party could pronounce, so standing outside on the street H had typed a message to Dylan telling her where we were.
Almost instantly she got a reply; ‘Ok be there soon. Grab me a JD and get ready to party! Dyl xoxo’.
Making our way inside, we found the rest of our friends at the oblong bar, ordering drinks, H informed Corey what Dylan wanted and then proceeded to give him our order too.
I could do nothing but watch her, see the way her hips swayed to the sexy beat of the music, her hands moving as she laughed with my sister’s best friend and the sound of that laugh could grip on to my heart so tightly in the matter of seconds that I was left second guessing the reality in which I now seemed to live.
For ten whole years; H and I had tried to get together, we had fought to get to this position that now we were here, it still seemed more than a little surreal to me. I was constantly questioning why she would want to be with me.
Next to my sister, she was voted sexiest woman in the business, she was beautiful in more ways than I could describe, I felt like I was dreaming every time she crawled in to my bed with me, I felt like I was living in a fantasy land every time she told me that she wanted me...how could someone, something so perfect want someone like me?
What had I done to deserve such a perfect angel?
“What’s on your mind reject?” Matt stepped up next to me as his girlfriend Ashley talked to Roy quietly along the bar from where I was stood just staring at H; loosing all of who I was in this woman and finding that I was welcoming it, where with anyone else I would have ran a mile.
“Just thinking Matty...”
”Anything special?”
“Yeah actually...how much I am falling for your cousin,” I admitted.
I knew in my heart that I loved her, I had always loved her, all those years of us trying to get together had only just reinforced that what I was feeling for her was more than either of us were aware.
Ten years was a long time to pine over someone and the fact that I had pined, it had given me a lot of time to think about what it was that I was feeling for her exactly and I knew in a heart beat that it was love for me, the only question was I had absolutely no idea what it was for her.
“Oh you are huh?” Matt asked glancing to where my gaze hadn’t shifted from; to find that he was looking at his little cousin. “You love her?” He asked me his voice low.
“You know I think I do,”
”And how does she feel about you?”
”I have absolutely no idea man. You can’t tell her how I feel...”
”Why not?”
”For that reason alone man; I have no idea if she feels the same way, I have no idea what she is feeling for me except for an intense liking...please man, I don’t want to scare her away,” I pleaded with the older man who had been a huge part of my life for so long that I couldn’t even remember a time when he and Jeff weren’t a part of it.
“All right my lips are sealed,” He sighed looking at me closely and instantly I knew he was gearing up for ‘the’ talk and there was no where for me to hide. “But if you hurt her...if you so much as have her shed one tear...”
”Matt...” I interupted him as I chuckled softly.
“Mmm?”
“Have you ever known me to deliberately hurt a girl? Have you ever known me to be the guy who makes women cry...?”
“No but there is always a first...”
“Not with H there isn’t,” I replied honestly. “Matt look I know that we are still in the early stages of our relationship but I can tell you right now that what I feel for her is like nothing that I have ever felt for anyone...”
”What about Crystal?”
“What I felt for Crystal doesn’t even come close to anything that I am feeling for H, I can promise you Matt...it was always her, it was always going to be her and nothing is ever going to change that now that we are finally in the right place that we can give our relationship a shot,”
“Fair enough dude,” My life long friend replied smiling as he slapped his hand on to my back. “Then I am happy for you, as long as she is happy that is all that matters to me you know?”
“I know man,” I chuckled as the woman in question sauntered over to where I was stood with her oldest cousin, handing me the drink she had gotten me; she stepped in to my embrace and let her head rest against my chest while she looked at Matt.
“Whatchya talkin’ about?” She asked softly placing the straw from her cocktail in to her mouth.
“Not much princess,” Matt replied squeezing her nose affectionately. “I’m gonna leave you two love birds to it, and go spend sometime with my woman, catch you both later,”
“See ya bud,” I smiled as he nodded then began moving away to where his girlfriend of three months was still talking to Roy, joining the conversation he was recieved happily as Ashley moved in to his arms.
“Seriously, what were y’all talking about?” H asked pulling back and looking up at me with those amazing green eyes that could literally get me to do absolutely anything that she wanted.
“You,” I admitted honestly, unable to stop myself when she looked at me like that.
“Me...? What about me...? Oh God he was giving you the Fatherly chat wasn’t he?” She asked the blush hitting her face brightly before she buried her face in my chest causing me to chuckle softly as I placed my lips to the top of her head softly.
“Mmhmm!”
”God I am so embarrassed,” She mumbled from somewhere inside my embrace, hidden from view, hidden from my eyes and hidden from having to face up to the fact that her cousins loved and wanted to look out for her.
“No need to be sugar,” I said holding her hard against me; my body giving her the comfort I could and taking the comfort that she gave without knowing it.
”Whatchya all talkin’ about?” Jeff asked moving over to where we were stood along the bar from where everyone was. And as I looked back I could see Corey awaiting the arrival of my little sister eagerly.
Every five minutes he was looking at the entrance to see if she had arrived but nothing as of yet. I had to wonder what was keeping her, what was taking her so long when she said she would be here soon.
Maybe she had gotten lost.
Maybe something had happened to her.
No she had a car that would drop her off here, she would be safe enough. She was probably on the phone to Carmine; it must be hard being so far away from each other. I know that if it were H and I, then I would be going out of my mind.
“Nothing much big man,” H replied looking up in to my eyes begging me not to bring up the talk that her other cousin had with me moments earlier.
Nodding my head at her; I pressed my lips to hers softly, sealing my promise to her without words.
”Oh God...you two know you are sickening right?” Jeff asked resting against the bar obviously intent on spending time with us.
I also knew that it was hard for him to be away from Beth for so long; it didn’t matter what I thought of his girlfriend, he loved her and that was all that mattered. I just wanted my friends to feel as happy as I did right in this moment, and if Beth was what made him happy then so be it.
But I had figured that since he and Dylan had pretty much a lot in common that they would be closer than they were. Sure they talked but it seemed strained almost like something had happened, maybe they had, had words over something.
Was Jeff unhappy that my sister had been given the job of being his valet?
Maybe that was why they barely looked at one another, maybe that was why they were hardly ever in the same room as one another, and the kisses that they had been scripted to have were fleeting almost like they couldn’t stand it a moment longer than a light brush that they had exchanged.
“Where the hell is Dyl?” Corey asked moving over and joining us and instantly I was feeling the disappointment building.
So much for getting H alone...well for the moment at least as I turned and smiled at my little sister’s best friend.
“Not a clue man, why don’t you call her?” I suggested.
“I tried that, her phone is just ringing out,” He said handing out the smokes to those who indeed smoked then went back to looking at the entrance to the bar where we had taken up residence.
I knew my sister, she would be fine, I was pretty sure that it had to be Carmine on the phone with her.
Little did I know that the shit was about to hit the fan come the following evening.
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 25;
Back at the Arena; Dylan’s POV; I finally managed to get myself collected and presentable. I hadn’t been able to control the fit of sobbing that had overtaken me when I got back in to the locker room. Sinking to the floor of the shower cubicle I had left the water running to ensure that I was left alone.
I wasn’t the type of girl who let her feelings show, even with the people that I held close to me, I was always the strong one, never letting hardly any emotion show and it was the way I liked it.
But after all that had happened the past two days, it had seemed to pile heavier on my shoulders as I tried to push it down, to bury everything until tonight in the ring with Jeff. I had never felt so close to someone yet so far. There was no way that I could carry on like this. But at the same time I knew that I had to, if I wanted any resemblence of a career here at the WWE.
I just had to find a way to push all that I was feeling so far down that it could be ignored and suck it up, get down to business and ensure that Jeff and I were never alone with one another.
More images of the previous morning in my kitchen in LA seemed intent on torturing me though, everywhere I turned he seemed to be there, the faint trace of his Joop aftershave hung heavy in the air; seeping in to my body and festering until I was sure that I was losing all sense of sanity.
Pulling the locker door open, I stepped out in to the hallway intent on getting to the bar where my friends were, to cut loose and just have a good time.
”Dylan!”
”Adam, hey how’s it goin’?” I asked turning to see the man in question striding towards me from the other side of the hallway.
“It’s good. Congratulations on your win tonight,” He said falling in to step with me.
”Awe thanks,” I smiled up at him before going back to looking at my feet as we walked along the long hallway.
”Hey what’s wrong?” He asked stopping and touching my arm lightly; his attention focused solely on me.
“Nothing!” I smiled shaking my head free of all the things that I had been thinking of Jeff. I couldn’t keep allowing this to happen. “I can imagine Hawkins and Ryder weren’t too happy about getting beat up by a girl,”
“You’d be right,” He chuckled as we began to move once again. “But why are you here so late...?”
“I was uhm...I was talking to Carmine,” I lied avoiding the much taller mans eyes as they bore down on me. “What about you?”
“I just had some stuff to take care of,” He replied smiling at me. “Come on Dylan, there is something bothering you...I am a good listener,”
“I have to go...I am meeting my friends at a bar in town, I’m already running late,”
“Oh, ok!” He said running his hands through his long blond hair and looking away from me.
“What’s up?”
“I just thought that we could grab a drink and talk...you seem to be struggling with something and sometimes it is easier to talk to a stranger than to the people you are closest too,”
It was true, I did need to talk and as much as I loved my friends and my Family I hadn’t told them about what had happened between Jeff and I, not when I didn’t even understand how I could have let it happen. I just felt so ashamed about what I had done, I had literally cheated on my fiance.
“You know I think that you might be right, why don’t we go back to the hotel and grab a drink in the bar; we can talk there?” I suggested.
Instantly the smile spread across his face as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
“You got it, let me just grab my things from the locker room and I will be all yours, yeah?” He asked.
“Sure! I will be outside having a smoke, I should call my friends anyway,”
”Ok I will see you in a few then,” He turned and headed in to the mens locker room, leaving me alone in the hallway which was completely deserted now.
There was absolutely no sign of life, it was so quiet that it seemed that Adam and I were the only ones left in the building but by the time I stepped out at the back of the arena, I could see that there were riggers moving around, packing up the equipment for the next night that we had a show in a different part of Germany.
Pulling my phone and cigarettes from my bag, I quickly typed a message to Corey;
‘Just going back 2 hotel, tired and need 2 rest. Have a good night and I will c u in the morning. Luv ya, Dylan xoxo.’
Turning my phone off completely because I knew my best friend better than I knew anyone, and he would just try to call to make me change my mind and right in this moment, I needed to talk, I needed someone who wasn’t close to the situation to get some prospective on what I was feeling and what was going on with Jeff and I.
“The man is a leech Dylan, I can’t believe that he would do that to Matt; they were friends, they hung out together, they talked on the phone and he betrayed all of that just because he wanted to get laid!” My brother’s words suddenly rang through my head.
I had been on set on the first TV show that I had been a part of, and my brother had called to tell me about what had happened to Matt and Amy. I had been beyond livid but Adam had been nothing but nice to me, still I suddenly felt cautious on opening up to him.
For now I would remain guarded, like I always was. There was nothing wrong with keeping Adam Copeland at arms length because if Shannon was right the man was the ultimate opportunist but what could he possibly want from me?
“Everything ok?” He appeared at my side, his hand resting on the small of my back as he looked down at me and smiled.
“Yeah, you ready?” I asked smiling up at him.
Nodding his head, we decided to walk back to the hotel now that the fans were gone, the streets were all but deserted and I wanted nothing more than to get some air in to my lungs where it would hopefully clear my head of the troubled thoughts that I had been having for the past few days.
“So what is going on with you?” Adam asked me as I lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply.
“It was just something that Melina said to me,” I admitted deciding to go with the words that the diva had uttered to me in the ring; I would be lying if I said that it hadn’t bugged the hell out of me.
“And what was that?” He asked as we continued on our journey back to the hotel where we were staying the night before heading off to Dresden late the following morning.
“Something about me being out of my league and that I should go back to Hollywood,” I sighed heavily. “I mean do people really think that if I couldn’t do this then I would be here?”
“I think you just need to ride it out...as a company we always seem to give newbies a hard time and it seems that people are quick to jump to the fact that you are an actress,”
“You didn’t!” I looked up at him as he looked and me and smiled softly.
“Yeah well, I got my own stuff going on...I guess I can see someone who is as frustrated as I am right now,”
”I heard about the whole wedding thing...I wish that I could say that I liked the storyline but I really didn’t,” I admitted honestly as we rounded the corner and there was the hotel in view, calling to me, like an old comfortable friend who would hide me from view of the world.
“You and I both Dylan. I just got to the point where I was going through the motions with it all you know...? I could see the fans getting more and more pissed off with it as it continued and I knew that we were on the verge of loosing a lot of viewers from it but no one would listen,”
I knew what he meant, I had stopped watching Smackdown for that very reason, the storyline of Edge marrying the General Manager had, at first been an ok story and I had been excited to see where they took it but they had completely ballsed it up and in the end I would get so frustrated at the TV that I just stopped watching all together.
Jeff's POV; Standing at the bar with Corey as Shannon and H headed out on to the dance floor, their bodies all but coming together as one as they melted together; their hips grinding against one another’s until I had to look away.
As happy as I was for them, I had absolutely no desire to watch my kid cousin all but get it on with her boyfriend in front of me and half the bar that we had stumbled in to.
The sound of Corey’s phone beeping caught my attention and I watched as he opened it up and read the text message that he had recieved.
“She ain’t coming,” He said before dialing her number and holding his phone to his ear. “Hey chicka; what’s going on? Why ain’t you coming to the bar? Call me, or I will come by your room when I get back...drunk Corey and a tired Dylan; not a good mix sweetness, luv ya,” He said in to the phone and hung up.
“Answer machine?” I asked.
“Yeah,” He turned and looked at me; his eyes sizing me up, his posture defensive. “You want to tell me what is going on?”
“I don’t know what you...” I started.
”Don’t insult my intelligence Jeff. Dylan is my best friend, she has been in my life a long time and that means I know when something is bugging her...and all the signs are there, so quit with the bullshit and talk to me,”
“I don’t...”
”Know where to begin...?” He asked and I nodded my head. So reaching for his beer, he led me to a table out of the way obviously intent on having this talk with me. “At the beginning is usually the best place to start,”
“Is there any point in starting at the beginning...? I mean you obviously know what happened all those years ago and you have more than clearly made up your mind that I am the bad guy here,” I said sipping at my Smirnoff Ice still watching him closely refusing to be intimated as I watched him for his reaction and when I saw the calmness I was more than a little surprised.
“I thought I would hate you, I thought that you had played her and felt nothing for her but after knowing you for just five minutes, I could see that you do feel something for her, you are falling for her again?”
“And if I am?”
“You hurt her again; you and I are going to have a major problem,” He said his words straight to the point; getting his message across that we could be friends but if that were to happen his loyalties would always lie with his best friend and should I do anything to hurt her; we would indeed have a problem and no longer be friends.
“Corey the thought of hurting her, the thought of causing her anymore pain isn’t something that is on my agenda...”
“And what is on your agenda exactly?” He asked handing me a cigarette as his eyes remained in the cold stare; weighing me up, seeing if he could trust me not to hurt his best friend.
“I intend on going home at the end of this week, ending my relationship with Beth and then waiting to see where Dylan wants to go from there,”
“You are breaking up with your girlfriend?” He asked me shocked.
It seemed to me that Corey Taylor was the type of man who wasn’t shocked easily but here it was evident on his features as he watched me closer than ever.
“Mmhmm! For ten years I have tried fooling myself that what Beth and I had was the real deal, I had tried telling myself that what I had felt for Dylan was gone but every time I saw her on the TV, every time I saw her beautiful face on a magazine cover, every time Beth dragged me to the cinema and I would see her face in trailers or on cardboard cut outs in the halls...it was all constant reminders of what I felt, taunting me, playing with my head...I couldn’t get away from her, she left, she got out and left me behind but I was stuck here with nothing but one short memory of what it felt like to kiss her, one short memory that seemed to slowly turn to something that I thought hadn’t really happened,”
Glancing up as Roy moved over to our table, he slipped in to the seat next to Corey and looked from me to his band mate, sensing we were in the middle of something he remained silent as I took a deep breath.
“Now you can either believe me, or you can chose to believe that I am the bad guy who is going to hurt his best friend but I am telling you right in this moment, that ten years ago I was in love with Dylan, everything about her captivated me, held me in a bubble where I was lost, I didn’t know what to do for the best; tell her how I felt and risk loosing everything else in my life, or bury what I felt and let her have a life. Some people might say that I chose the wrong solution but for me it was what I had to do, at twenty I was still young I didn’t know what I was giving up but I am here now and I am telling you that there is nothing that can pull me away this time, there is nothing that is going to make me run and if that means Carmine looses his girl then so be it ‘cos this time, I am going to take my shot at happiness,”
“What about Shannon?” Roy asked me smiling softly. I had talked to the drummer and ex of the girl I was in love with a lot since we had met and we seemed to have a good friendship but like Corey, I knew that if I hurt Dylan again that friendship would end in a heartbeat.
“What about him?” I asked unsure of what he meant.
“Well he’s your best friend right?” Corey asked and I nodded my head in agreement. “Well he is said girl’s big brother and from what I can tell he has no idea of what has been going on...”
”Yeah well he has been all lost in H!” I smiled glancing out to the dance floor once again to see them still going at it pretty hot and heavily.
“This is true,” Corey chuckled following my gaze as I turned back to the table. “But you need to make sure that he would be ok with you and Dylan. After all that they have been through; I mean I don’t know if you are aware but you were the reason that they fell out,”
”What?” I asked feeling the shock hitting me at his words.
“Shannon wanted to hang out with you and Matt, and because of what happened Dylan didn’t want a bar of it, so they had a huge bust up and that was when Dylan moved out to LA,” Corey informed me turning back to look at me, his eyes telling me that he was being truthful. “They have just gotten their relationship back on track; I would hate to see something come in between them again,”
“I’ll talk to him...”
The news of me being the cause of brother and sister not talking all those years seemed to stir an even larger shame storm inside me. I had messed up more than one life and for that I had to find a way to make amends.
“And if he doesn’t want you with his sister?” Roy asked looking out to the dance floor for a few seconds then turned and looked at me.
“Then I will walk away,” I said without thought. “I am not going to come in between them again,”
“As much as I hate to say this dude, ‘cos from what you have just told me you seem to be truly falling in love with Dylan again but if Shannon doesn’t want you to be with his sister...you just need to ride it out, you need to keep trying because for what ever it is worth; regardless of what I have said to you tonight, I think...no I truly believe that you are what is best for Dylan,”
“And Carmine?” I asked stubbing my smoked cigarette out in the ashtray on the table between us.
“If he was what was best for her he would be here, he would have been at her debut fight and he would have found a way to be here tonight!” Corey admitted his voice strained and tight telling me exactly what he thought of his best friends fiance in a instant.
”I thought the same thing,” I admitted honestly.
“With everything else in her life he supports and gets her but with this he is just...he doesn’t get that she is good...”
”She’s not good Corey; she is instinctive, she is comfortable and that is what makes a brilliant wrestler!” I admitted honestly.
Both men nodded their heads at me and the table turned silent, all three of us lost in our thoughts. My own taking me back to the previous morning, in the kitchen of Dylan’s LA home. The feel of her body relenting to me, the feel of complete submission still seemed to linger in my mind like traces of a cobweb; holding its pray in place to be devoured at a later date.
I had no doubt in my head that things between me and Dylan were going to happen, there had been too much passion, there had been too much desire for it to be buried once again. We were older now, we knew the consequences of what being together could be and I was ready to face them now, I was ready to allow myself to feel but first I had to get home to Beth and end things with her.
Little did I know that fate had other plans for Dylan and I.
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 29, 2008 6:55:29 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 26;
The following night; Jeff’s POV;H and Shannon had just stumbled backstage after H’s fight, she was breathless but beaming at her win and seemingly happy to have had Shannon at her side while doing it. We chatted for a few moments, as we watched on the titron as Dylan made her way down to the ring.
As scripted she had gone out there alone, to face Melina who demanded a rematch after the previous night. I was to stand in the background, behind the scenes and watch as Dylan once again gets the upper hand only for Hawkins and Ryder to come out and try to get the better of her, then make my way down to the ring to be the ‘hero’. God if only the writers knew what they were asking of us!
The three of us stood and listened as Dylan’s entrance music played out loud and clear;
I been knocked down so many times Counted out 6, 7, 8, 9 Written off like some bad deal If you're breathing you know how it feels Call it karma, call it luck Me, I just don't give a...fu, fu, fu, fu
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win Count me out, count me in I'll be bouncing back again
This ain't no game; I play it hard Kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred I'll take the hit but not the fall I know no fear, still standing tall You can call it karma, call it luck Me, I just don't give a...fu, fu, fu, fu Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win Count me out, count me in I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce!
Dylan was a huge Bon Jovi fan so picking the title song to her favourite album done by the band was absolutely no surprise.
“Ok we are gonna go shower and change, see you in a bit!” H announced as I became lost in the energy that seemed to follow Dylan around no matter where she was, people said that I had the ‘it’ factor but there was absolutely no doubt in my head that Dylan possessed it in buckets.
No matter what was going on, on the screen I just couldn’t seem to bring my eyes away from her; hell the building could be falling down around me and I would still be lost in watching her.
“Jeff...! Jeff...Jeffro!?” H waved her hand in front of my face causing me to bump back in to the present and out of the fantasy I had been having since the previous morning of being with the one girl who had held my heart in her hand for the past ten years.
“Sorry I was miles away,” I admitted looking at my cousin to see that Shannon had already disappeared.
“I can see that! Do you want me to stay?” H asked ever the concerned friend. I was glad that I could call her my Family, because the woman she was made me proud to not only be a part of her life but a part of her Family too.
“No you go sugar, spend some alone time with Shan, I will be fine!”
”You sure...? ‘Cos you’re my Family dude, you need me, I am here, without question, and without judgment ok?”
”I know sweetie, and I love ya for it, but trust me I will be fine,” I smiled trying to put on the bravado that I was indeed doing more than ok when inside all I wanted to do was vomit out all that I was feeling.
But I had made the decision last night that I was going to do this the right way, I was going to end my relationship first and then I would find a way to open up to Dylan, but before doing that I would have to find a way to talk to Shannon.
My best friend, as he had always been, was over protective of his little sister, he would happily lay his life down for her should the need ever arise, and the thought of him not being happy about me and Dylan seemed to leave the sickness rising in me at an unhealthy rate.
Surely fate wouldn’t continue to be this cruel to me...to us. Surely we would finally get all that we had ever wanted, fate had to give us a break...right!?
“Ok as long as you’re sure,” H said moving in and hugging me tightly. “Just hang in there...it will happen,”
”You think so?” I asked pulling back to look at her.
“You guys look too good together for it not to,” She nodded her head in accordance to her words letting me know that I at least had her blessing when it came to me and her best friend.
“I love you H,” I whispered kissing her cheek softly.
“Love you too Jeff,” She smiled then bounced off down the hallway in search of a shower.
Chuckling softly, I turned my attention back to the titron and watched as Melina got in to the ring with Dylan and instantly the women were circling one another, their postures wound tightly, their eyes locked on one another knowing that they were really going to get in to it because there was no one at the moment to come to their rescue and no one for them to tag in.
For the first ten minutes, Melina dominated Dylan, throwing her around the ring, slamming her in to the turnbuckles and on to the canvas time and time again but Dylan took it all like a professional.
But she had always been that way, she had always been able to take a fair amount of punishment, her body had become atuned to the conditions of working inside the ring until she had become as good as any male wrestler that I had ever come across.
Slowly things started to go Dylan’s way as she got in the reverse mule kick which sent Melina flying in to the corner turnbuckle. Racing towards the ropes, she delivered the perfect rope drop kick and rolled backwards until she was on her feet.
In a homeage to me and Matt, she gave the V-1 and guns sign, causing the crowd to go crazy; chanting her name over and over as she grabbed Melina’s leg and pulled her to the centre of the ring and going for the pin.
I watched as Hawkins and Ryder raced down to the ring to a loud chorus of boos; grabbing her by the legs they pulled her from Melina and threw her in to the turnbuckle shoulder first. Waiting for my queue, I raced out in to the arena and slid in to the ring as Hawkins and Ryder hauled Dylan to her feet; both holding her arms as Melina raced in to the corner getting ready to deliver her own drop kick.
Slamming my elbow in to the back of Hawkins neck, the crowd chanting Hardy over and over fueled me as Dylan’s left arm became free as Hawkins stumbled to the ground; bring her free arm around she delivered a healthy blow to the side of Ryder’s head before he even knew what was happening and he fell to the ground.
Looking in to her eyes we both nodded and headed straight for Melina as the two men slid out of the ring on to the flooring around the ring.
Dylan's POV; It had been the perfect match, Jeff was now by my side and nothing could have prepared me for the surge of desire that shot through my body at having him coming to my ‘defense’.
Leaving me to deliver a few blows to Melina’s temple; I turned to look at him and he nodded; his tiger like eyes burning in to mine as we seemed to be on the same page. For all the scripting that was done for the show, the moves that we used in the ring were never scripted and it seemed that we just had to make it up as we went along.
Getting down on his hands and knees in front of the diva who had been scripted to lose. I moved quickly to the opposite turnbuckle and ran straight for her; using Jeff as a stepping stone, the way that Matt used to when it had been the Hardy boys, my leg connected with her face perfectly and we both fell to the canvas.
Jeff gently pulled me out of the way, then began to drag Melina to the centre of the ring. Quickly turning his attention back to me, he gently pulled me towards the seemingly unconscious diva and draped my arm over her.
“1...2...3!” The ref slammed his hand down on the canvas getting me my first one on one win.
Jeff tenderly reached his hands under my arms and lifted me against the ropes, cupping my face gently his lips...those soft, smooth lips brushed over mine so sweetly that I was inwardly begging him for more, wanting and needing more than just this lingering, almost teasing kiss.
The crowd were chanting, the commentators were talking about what they assumed was between me and Jeff, but all I could think about was how much I wanted him, how badly I needed to feel his touch.
The ref rose my arm in the air pronouncing me as the winner, and Jeff had disappeared. That wasn’t scripted, he had been meant to stay and walk backstage with me but he was no where in sight. So sliding out of the ring slowly, I made my way up the ramp holding my side where I had taken the majority of my blows.
Moving to the side of the ramp I shook and slapped a few hands before heading backstage and all but collapsing completely drained.
”Woah you ok honey?” Adam asked seemingly catching me in his arms, as he appeared from out of no where.
“Oh hey, yeah I am fine!” I smiled up at him but all I could think about was finding Jeff. I needed to talk to him, I needed to just let go of this sexual oppresion that seemed to be intent on controling me.
Maybe if I just give in to it once, then I would be able to get past what was burning in the pit of my stomach for him. Maybe if we gave in to it once; that would be it over and we could maybe try to become friends again.
“I just watched the match; you were amazing!” Adam said obviously wanting to have a conversation with me at this moment.
“Thanks Adam, that means a lot to me,” I smiled pulling out of his arms and straightening myself up, my ribs down the left side seemed to snap with the breath that I tried to take in but slowly it started to ease.
“You sure you are ok?” He asked me tilting his head to the side and watching me for signs of lying.
“Mmhmm, I really need to go take a shower...”
”Well I just wanted to know if you wanted to grab something to eat with me?” He asked running his hands through his hair.
“Actually, I am heading out tonight with my friends,”
”Oh ok then. Maybe another night?” He asked his voice turning soft and almost vulnerable.
”Sure maybe,” I nodded my head just wanting to get to Jeff before my nerve deserted me completely. “I’ll catch you later yeah?”
”Ok honey, have a good night,”
”Thanks! You too,” I smiled back at him as I took off down the hallway in search of the mens locker room.
The nerves in my stomach were ready to erupt out of me, the feel of sickness crawling up my wind pipe seemed intent on controling me as I turned and headed away from the male locker room door where I had come to a stop.
I however made it a few steps before turning back to the door, stopping and staring at the door handle. If I go in there, I could ruin my entire life for what...?
A man who hadn’t known what he wanted ten years ago?
What made me so sure that he knew what he wanted now?
Because the desire between us seemed to be unbearable, the hunger that rose in me at just a glimpse of him seemed to be returned and the lust seemed to just bubble away at the surface forever trying to break free and let go of all the worries.
But then I could end up getting rid of this controling weakness that I always felt around him, if we...give in to the passion we could possibly end up being friends and that was something that I wanted more than I had ever wanted anything before because the thought of him not being any real part of my life just wasn’t something that I could live with.
No I had to do this, I had to see where it would take me, where it would take us. Placing my hand on the door handle another thought entered my head.
What if he didn’t want me anymore?
What if he was past what he felt?
Fear rose in me but swallowing it down, I turned the handle and pushed the door open. Stepping in to the room, to find that it was empty the sound of a shower running reached me where I stood stock still for a few moments, trying to gather my thoughts, trying to decide what to do.
Sit and wait for whoever it was in the shower to get out, or just leave. My eyes landed on Jeff’s cloths lying in a heap over his bag instantly telling me that it was him in the shower.
My legs as if independent from my body moved to the locker room door and turned the lock. I stripped out of my cloths and moved towards the shower room hoping against hope that I wasn’t about to make the biggest fool of myself.
The steam was thick blocking everything from view, but as if instinct took over my legs carried me to the shower stall at the far end of the block and there he was; his naked frame leaning against the tiled wall his head in his hands.
Standing watching him for a few moments, taking in the delicate rips of muscles, the carvings in his flesh strong and standing out like a beacon in the middle of night, the tattoos that he had on his leg and his back visible through the steam that seemed to be getting thicker with every passing second.
My body was suddenly throbbing with a dull ache that I couldn’t deny had I even wanted too. The sound of a sigh escaping his lips reached me where I was stood watching him.
The blood red that he had placed in his hair seemed to run down his back and swirl around the drain reminding me of a very bad horror movie, the scent of his aftershave hung heavy in the air.
How could I not love this man?
Everything that he was, was everything that I had ever wanted. Ten years ago my feelings had been intense but nothing like this, there was no feeling of being unable to breathe when he wasn’t around, there was no feeling of complete and utter bliss with just one look.
I watched as he ran his hands through his long hair, his body stepping further under the shower head until he was directly under the flow but still his back remained facing me, completely unaware that I was there watching him, needing him and wanting him in a way that I had never wanted a man.
Jeff Nero Hardy had always had my heart in his hands, it had always been his to do with what ever he sought fit too and here I was stood hoping that I wasn’t putting my trust in to the wrong guy.
Where did this leave me and Carmine?
Pushing all thoughts of my fiance out of my head, I tried to tell myself that I was doing this for my relationship, that I was trying to bury the past once and for all so I could move on with my life.
Three relationships lay tattered and broken behind me; all because I hadn’t been able to let go of the notion that one day Jeff would want me and I didn’t want Carmine and I to end up that way. I didn’t want to lose all that I had shared with my fiance but I knew that if I couldn’t get past what I was feeling for Jeff then there was a strong possiblity that, that was exactly what was going to happen.
I had to fight for my relationship, I had to find a way to get past Jeff Hardy and this seemed like it was the only road open to me to do that.
The way I had tried before hadn’t worked, I had tried to bury my feelings but that had only succeeded in making them stronger than they had already been until it felt like they were festering away, eating at my insides.
“What took you so long?” Jeff whispered slowly turning to look at me and instantly his eyes were all over me, taking in my naked frame; flashing and burning with a desire that I had never encountered.
Reaching out his hands he pulled me under the shower with him; his long strong arms claiming my body in a way that had all thoughts tumble out of my head in one fell swoop until all that mattered was me and him, and the passion that we were about to encounter.
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 31, 2008 6:06:20 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 27;
Jeff’s POV; I had felt the shift in her when I had kissed her in that ring. I hadn’t been prepared for the way my body reacted to it, I hadn’t been prepared for the way that I would do anything to get her, crawl in to the very gates of hell had she required me too.
Pulling her to me roughly she smiled as her arms ran slowly up my arms; the fingers on her left hand running detailed lines over the arm length root tattoo on my right arm. It was an action that seemed to leave my entire being trembling from head to foot as the sudden realization of the situation hit me full force.
“What took you so long?” I growled once again feeling the chemistry building and there was nothing that I could do to stop it, I didn’t want to stop it.
I had fought too hard to bury everything, I had fought with myself for years over what I felt for her and I was tired, tired of denying all that I did feel, tired of trying to convince myself and everyone else that I didn’t want her.
“I was cor...it doesn’t matter, I am here now!” She purred in to my ear before letting her lips tenderly touch down on to the flesh of my neck.
Almost in a chain reaction my body broke out in to goose bumps despite the heat from the shower, my heart thundered in my chest so loudly that I was sure it was trying to burst straight out of my chest and my breath turned more shallow than I had ever experienced.
“You’re sure?” I asked my voice coming out in barely even a whisper. I couldn’t believe she was really here, she was in my arms naked and kissing my neck in a way that could quite literally make me blow my load right in this second.
Reaching my hand under her chin, I pulled her away from my neck and looked in to those beautiful and devastating eyes that seemed to sparkle in a way that I hadn’t seen before.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure Jeff,” She replied as our heads seemed to rest against one anothers as my hands roamed over the outline of her body; carving lines over the definition of curves that defined her, trailing over the muscles that seemed to tense against my touch.
“You’re really sure?” I asked once again not wanting her to do this if she really wasn’t sure; but the feel of her entire frame trembling against my own told me without the need of words. “Open your legs DJ!” I whispered in to her ear taking my turn to allow my mouth to drive her crazy.
“We don’t...have...a-lot-of...time-Jeff!” She panted succumbing to my orders none the less. “It-won’t...be-long...before someone comes...knocking-on...the-door!”
“Got you...fast...”
”And hard!” She pulled her head back and looked in to my eyes, giving me a sexy smile as she positioned herself at the back of the shower stall; legs spread wide, arms arched over the tiled walls in essence her body there for the taking.
“You got it!” Moving closer to her; my hands trailed up the defined shape of her thighs until my fingers were rubbing over her pussy roughly. “You’re so wet already...” I growled driving my fingers hard and fast in to her smoldering chamber.
“Mmmm it’s you and...being...no-more-talk!” She panted pushing her hips towards my hand, drawing my fingers deeper inside her and I could feel the heat of her juices sliding down the back of my hand, driving me to slam nearly my whole hand inside her.
Soft and long moans came from her throat rising out of her without warning as my body inched closer to her, slowly pushing her up the back wall until she was taking her weight on her arms that were still draped over the stall walls, shaking her head from side to side removed her hair from her beautiful features; exposing her neck and chest to me.
Desire coursed through me better and faster than any drug ever had, and before I had even taken her I was flying high from the rush of suddenly getting everything that I had ever wanted.
With my free hand, I curled my fingers around her ass just as her legs clamped around my waist and slid down on to my throbbing cock, taking every last inch inside her just as my fingers slid out of her and slowly slid up her body causing her to erupt in gentle shakes that seemed to leave her smiling softly.
Holding her face so that I could watch her; my fingers slipped in to her mouth; giving her all of her juices until she was sucking my finger in a suggestive manner that told me what she would be like giving oral.
After sliding in and out of her softly and slowly for a few moments to ensure that she was comfortable with my size. We both seemed to turn violent and fast; a fever from ten long years of longing seemed to ignite until there was no stopping us.
There was no exchange of words, no need for them when our faces told the story of pleasure and longing. My cock drove in to her hard and deep; burying so deeply inside her cotton soft and silky smooth pussy as if I had been made to fit inside her perfectly.
The throb from her pussy seemed to escape down through her body until it was encompassing the entire length of my shaft as I buried myself hard in to her. Gripping me inside tightly for a few moments only to release me as I began to drag out of her.
Wave after wave of undescribable desire washed through every inch of my body until I knew that I had never experienced anything this intense with anyone else. All thoughts of past experiences and love escaped my head as she slowly took over everything inside me.
I had always known that coming together in this way would mean the complete loss of who I was, the complete submission to her and all that I felt for her, but nothing could have prepared me for just how right it felt.
My lips clamped over her breast; my teeth nibbling desperately at the flesh and erect bud until she was bucking harder against me; drawing me deeper and deeper in to a more violent form of fucking that I had never experienced.
Even in my wildest moments with Beth after watching Dylan, I was never like this. In a primal almost animalistic need for her, she seemed to know what I needed and when as she slowly removed her arms from the sides of the cublicle until I was the one holding her weight; she tore her nails through the flesh of my back, bringing me right to the very brink as her hips slid effortlessly up and down the entire length of my dick until I was literally chomping at the bit to throw her to the ground and screw her senseless.
With my thoughts on what I would do to her should I ever get her in to a bed alone, my heart seemed to fill with an even more desperate and intense need for her.
Sliding out of her, I quickly turned her around until she was resting her hands to the tiles and my cock dove in to her hard and fast, once again the intensity took over as I powered my dick in to her harder and faster, hooking my fingers around her hips and pulling her to me harder still my other hand moving around to her pussy; sliding inside the wet, warm walls and pressing hard against her swollen clit, nipping and rubbing desperately against the throbbing pleasure spot that seemed to give it up immediately and explode all over my fingers until the juices were once again seeping down the back of my hand.
I couldn’t stop the grunting from escaping my throat just as she couldn’t seem to stop the moaning coming from deep inside her as our bodies seemed to know the exact rhythm and intensity that we could use without the exchange of words, without anything but an instinctive need that erupted so quickly that we were all but over in minutes.
Panting against one another, trying desperately to get back in to some kind of respectable pattern. My body felt drained from my own match and now from this quick but exhausting display of desire.
Resting my head against her back, I could hear the steady thundering of her heart knowing in my own heart that this was something that I had to fight for, she was what I had to fight for and had always been what I wanted and needed.
“DJ...”
”Jeff don’t...!” She replied looking away from me as I slid out of her and turned her around to see that her eyes were swimming in the glistening tears that were ready to spill down her features.
“What’s wrong...? Did I hurt you?” I asked as her hand moved to her mouth as she let out a sob.
Ok so this wasn’t exactly what I had been expecting.
Slowly she began to shake her head, but still she refused to look at me, refused to allow me to see her when she was crying; but surely she knew that she didn’t have to hide from me.
“You didn’t...you-didn’t...hurt-me!” She said softly her tears coming thicker and faster.
“Then what’s wrong baby?” I asked my voice laden with concern for her. I didn’t want to see her cry, I didn’t want her to ever have to cry ever again, I wanted to be all that she needed, I wanted to be everything to her.
“I thought...I-thought that...by-doing...this it-would-stop...”
”What you are feeling?” I asked watching her closely. I could feel her falling, I could feel her slipping and there seemed to be no way to stop it from happening to her.
Slowly she nodded her head as we realized that the fall out of all that had happened between us had only just really began. There seemed to be no way to get away from the things that we felt for one another, no way to deny it any longer.
“What do you want to do Dylan?” I asked giving her the control, letting her pick what happened between us now because after what we had just shared, there was no way that I was going to pressure her; if she didn’t want me then I would have to find a way to deal with that. “Do you not want me...”
”I want you Jeff,” Her response was instant and seemed to need no thought on her part as her head snapped around to look at me and now I was drowning in those eyes. “And that is the problem...”
“I don’t understand,” I said watching her closely as she slowly brought her left hand up and my eyes landed on her engagement ring sparkling in the dim lighting.
Right, she was engaged, she was with someone and in a second I knew exactly what was wrong with her.
Dylan's POV; How could I have been so stupid to think that one time would ever be enough?
It was Jeff! It was me and Jeff; the one thing that I had wanted for as long as I could remember, I had never thought that I would be here though, in his arms, hearing him telling me that it was going to be ok.
“...no matter what happens DJ, I am going to be here, we’ll work it out...together ok?” He whispered as we all but sank to the floor of the cubicle where we had just given in to everything that we had ever wanted from one another.
The sex that we had just shared was the most intense feeling that I had ever experienced, it was more than I had ever thought it would be. The things that this man knew what to do seemed to leave me aching all over again but how could I do this?
How could I be this woman?
When I had always despized cheaters, I had always preferred to live my life as honestly as possible but here I was getting ready to turn my life over to the hands of a man who for all intents and purposes had broken my heart but as always I was left wondering if he would be the one to mend it from the shattered pieces that had hardened over the years of being away from him.
The feel of his huge arms cradling me; rocking me back and forth in an effort to soothe me wasn’t anything that I had expected from him. I had been sure that the minute he had gotten what he wanted from me; he would have been gone, thanking me and leaving me broken once again.
“What about Beth?” I asked gripping on to his arm tightly refusing to let him go, refusing to let this moment end.
I was here in his arms, I was safe and shielded from everything and everyone in the world, and even if it was for a moment I wanted to believe that it was just me and him.
I wanted to believe in a world where everything was easy and uncomplicated, I wanted to believe that there were no obstacles in our way because now that I had given in to the passion and the feelings that were still there I knew that I couldn’t walk away from him, not now and not ever!
“I wasn’t going to tell you...I wasn’t going to do anything until...I am ending my relationship with her when I go home at the end of the week,”
”Don’t do that because of me Jeff!” I pulled back and looked in to those tiger like eyes and once again I was suffocating in all the things that I was feeling for him.
”I’m not! I am doing it for my own peace of mind, I can’t...I was never truly in love with Beth...”
”But you were with her for ten years...”
”You just don’t get it do you?” He asked wiping the hair from my face and letting his hand settle on to my face, wiping the tears away as they continued to fall in a steady stream of emotion that I couldn’t seem to control.
“Get what?”
”It was always you Dylan, I got together...that day that we kissed, I told you that I got a number from a girl and that I thought that she could help me get past...”
”Something?” I watched his handsome features knit together in an emotion that I couldn’t seem to place.
“You...I fell for you Dylan, I was so deeply in love with you that I would have given anything to...”
”I had no idea; I thought that you were playing a game...that I had just meant...”
”What...? Nothing to me?” He asked and I nodded my head slowly. “You will never mean nothing to me Dylan, you have had my heart all these years that we have been apart, you will always have my heart; nothing can change that, but now you are the one who needs to decide what she wants,”
“I love my fiance Jeff, I have promised to marry him, I have...he has been there when...”
”When I wasn’t?” He asked me his eyes burning in to mine and all I could do was nod my head once again. “Well give me time, and I will show you that I can be there, that I can be the solid and steady guy that you need,”
“I don’t want to hurt anyone Jeff...”
”Its my choice right? I mean I am the one who is asking to be let in? I am the one telling you that I am more than ok with where your head is at as long as I can touch you...touch these arms,” He tenderly ran his hands up and down my arms. “Touch these lips,” Running his thumb over my lips and slowly bending his head to mine and brushing over my lips so softly that once again I was lost in confusion. “Hold you close to me...maybe fall asleep with you for just once, baby for ten long years I have wanted all of this, please just...give me a chance to make you love me the way that you made me love you?”
“I didn’t make you love...”
”You did!” He smiled softly once again rubbing his thumb over my lips and there was nothing that I could do but nod my head yes. “You mean it!?”
“I mean it!” I replied knowing that I was possibly setting myself up for a huge fall but I had to take the chance; that was what love was; taking chances right?
I had never taken a chance when it came to romance, I had never gotten involved with someone who I wasn’t completely sure of but here I was willing to take the chance with Jeff and suddenly I knew that Roy had been right. With Carmine I knew that he was the safe option.
He had been there, he had been the one who supported me when it felt like I was turning in to this cold hearted shadow of who I should really be, he had been the one who told me that I could be who I wanted and still be vulnerable with a man.
But Jeff was the one who made me believe it, Jeff was the one who had me ready to really give it a try, he was the one who I wanted to try with; he always had been.
Jeff was always going to be the only man I would ever let get close and just let go of who I was, with.
“You won’t regret Dylan; I will make you love me and only me!” He whispered softly.
Deep down in my heart I knew what he was saying was true but right in this moment with him, being in his arms I refused to fully let go just yet.
I guess I was scared, I had been with Carmine for so long, that I didn’t truly remember the woman that I was without him, what if I wasn’t someone that Jeff wanted?
What if the attraction that Jeff was feeling to me was purely because I was with someone else?
Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I looked up in to his eyes and reminded him that we needed to get out of here, that we needed to just push all of this aside for the time being because we were supposed to be going out with our friends and Family.
Slowly helping me to my feet, he held on to my hand as we moved in to the main area of the locker room.
“You know you are really sexy!” He whispered from where he was towel drying himself; his eyes sweeping over my frame as I grabbed a towel from the fresh pile on the bench.
“You’re not too bad there yourself sparky!” I smiled busying myself with getting ready knowing that I would have to stop by the female locker room to get changed in to the outfit I had chosen for going out.
All thoughts of decisions and marriage escaping my head for the time being and a willingness to just let my hair down over took me and I took a deep breath once we were both ready to leave the sanctuary we had created in the confines of this locker room.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Oct 31, 2008 7:58:05 GMT -6
HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fan-tabulous sex scene! I could totally feel the electricity between them!!
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Post by HarleyMac on Oct 31, 2008 12:19:45 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 28;
The Tavern; A couple of hours later; Claire’s POV; Since Dylan had joined us tonight, we had decided to turn the celebrations in to a sort of inprompto engagement party. It seemed to me that everyone was excited and happy for Jim and myself, which of course seemed to make everything about the whole thing perfect. If I didn’t have the support of the friends that I considered my Family, then I would be beyond miserable.
Dylan had apologized for not being with us last night and when I had managed to get her alone she had confessed that she had, had a few drinks with Adam Copeland aka; Edge from the show. When I had asked what the big deal was, she explained what had gone down with the rated R superstar and Matt’s ex Amy Dumass. So as requested I kept the piece of information to myself just happy that she was here now. Joining in on the celebrations since they weren’t scheduled for a fight the following night. With only a signing that Jeff, Matt and Shannon had to attend in the local HMV, we all planned on letting our hair down and just having fun tonight.
”Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you look?” Jim stepped up behind me as I talk to Dylan.
“Awe listen to Mr. Root; he’s hopelessly devoted to ya!” Dylan giggled softly as my eyes moved towards Jim but they seemed to land on Jeff stood a few spaces away. There was no denying that he was watching Dylan; his eyes all over her, the desire and hunger flashing madly as his tongue snaked over his lips in a way that told me exactly what he was thinking.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like the man, it was just that my loyalties lay with Dylan; she was my friend after all, and had been for as long as either of us could remember.
Almost instantly he caught me looking at him. Giving me a smile he tore his eyes away from her and joined in on the conversation that he had been having with Shannon and H.
“What can I say...? She’s the love of my life!” Jim replied as my eyes finally landed on his handsome features.
“Oh God it’s sickening,” Dylan giggled softly as she sipped at her JD and cola.
I didn’t know if it was just me but it seemed to me that my friend was not only slightly calmer but the chemistry between her and Jeff seemed to have turned down a notch too.
“Hey like you and Carmine weren’t like this when you got engaged...” Jim said smiling as he flicked her chin jokingly.
“Ahh if only things had stayed that way,” She sighed heavily looking away from us a clear indication that she didn’t want this to turn in to a conversation about her and her fiance.
What was that?
I mean sure I knew that they were having problems mainly because he couldn’t accept that she was doing this, that she had chosen a career path that he couldn’t be a part of but if he would just give it a chance, he could be a part of it. It wasn’t that different to acting, she still had lines to rehearse, she still had scripts to go over and she was still on TV every week.
On the other hand, I wished that she would just talk to him, try to get him to understand and maybe be a little more patient with him ‘cos if things didn’t get better with them soon, I could see their relationship falling to pieces around them with no way of repairing it.
“They’ll get better sugar,” Jim offered softly.
“I don’t know about that,” She sighed turning back to look at us but not before her eyes seemed to find Jeff’s instinctively and I could see that he had gone back to watching her.
By the time her face reached ours she was blushing heavily and I was more than certain that something was going on but I knew Dylan, if she didn’t want anyone to know then she wouldn’t let anyone know, she was guarded more than anyone else I knew.
“Enough about me and my messed up love life, how long is this engagement gonna be?” She asked her eyes looking directly at me and smiling brightly.
“We’re not sure...we haven’t really talked about it yet,” I admitted resting my body back against my man’s frame, happy in the knowledge that we were planning on spending the rest of our lives together.
After the relationship that I had with Dave, my life had seemed to sink pretty low. I found it hard to trust much like Dylan did even to this day. Thankfully I had managed to find the one man that had restored my faith in men, and my trust, when I had thought that it was an impossible task.
Dave had cheated on me, he had flaunted his women in front of me like some kind of endless stream of hookers on the street. But I had been so in love with him that I had thought that I had to put up with his behaviour. I had thought that, that was how my life was going to be and nothing could be done to change it.
An endless stream of women were in and out of our bed, and more times than not I was the one sleeping out on the sofa while he did what he wanted. Looking back on it I can’t believe I was ever that weak to have lived my life that way.
But with the help of Jim, I now knew that I was worth much more than what Dave had ever led me to believe I was. I had been given the Slipknot gig near the end of my relationship, and when I had met Jim, the sparks had been instant and so strong that neither of us could deny it.
So I had done what Dave had done for pretty much our whole relationship, I had cheated for the first time, and the second and the third and so on. I had been a little surprised when Jim told me that I was the only one in his bed, that he wanted me to stay the night and from that moment we hadn’t been apart.
I got back to LA, handed in my notice with Dave and dumped his sorry ass by way of an add in his magazine much to the amusement of my new friends who saw it when the magazine hit the stands in Iowa.
The relationship that I had with Jim, continued for a few months before he begged me to come out to Iowa to visit him and from that moment; his home became my home and I wouldn’t want to trade our life together for anything in the world.
And I wanted that for Dylan, I wanted her to find some peace, I wanted her to find the one man that she could really let go with, really be herself, and have that man love and support her in the way that Carmine had used too.
Since Dylan had decided that she was going to get in to wrestling; their arguments had increased, their passion for both being right intent on blinding them both from seeing the other’s point of view. Which of course led to many a heated argument that neither seemed willing to back down from.
Their relationship was in real trouble but in my eyes, it seemed to me that Dylan was the only one who was willing to see it, the only one willing to admit it and the more that I tried to defend Carmine the less reasons I could find to do just that.
“Have you talked about where you want to get married?” Dylan asked lighting a cigarette and handing out to me and Jim.
“Nope!”
“My God have you talked about anything other than the actual proposal?” Dylan giggled as Corey stepped up behind her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“Nope!” Jim replied as we both seemed to blush deeply.
The truth of the matter was, the proposal had been so unexpected for me that I was still reeling from it. Trying to plan when and where hadn’t even crossed my mind as of yet, I was still on a high, that I figured come a few days time, I would be down again and ready to talk details but until then I just hoped that my friends could understand that.
Jim's POV; Holding on to Claire, I always felt calm almost like she was my power source, giving me the power I needed to do everything that I did in my life.
Asking her to be my wife wasn’t any real surprise. From the first moment that I had laid eyes on her, I had known that I was going to spend the rest of my life loving her, and as our relationship bloomed that feeling just became stronger and stronger until I had to ask her to be my wife.
The love that we shared was intense, it was strong, it was hard to explain to people who had never felt it, it was hard to put in to words the unbridled passion that erupted from us and I wouldn’t want to swap it for the world.
“I was just talking to Matt and he was saying that if you wanted to use his place for the wedding then he would be more than happy to help out!” Corey said taking Dylan’s cigarette and inhaling deeply.
“That would be awesome...it certainly would be secluded but we haven’t really talked about it as of yet,” I replied.
Privacy was important not only to me and Claire but to everyone that we hung out with. With how famous Dylan and H were, it seemed the paparazzi followed us everywhere we went; speculating what it was that was between Dylan and Corey. And that alone had caused countless problems for both parties.
Carmine had been paranoid in the beginning of his relationship with Dylan, he thought that there was something going on with the two best friends but there never had been anything other than friendship between the two and that was all that there ever would be between them. They both loved one another and the thought of complicating what they shared seemed to be just too much to deal with for both of them.
As for Corey; his marriage had ended in an explosion after months of arguing with his wife Scarlett over the relationship that he shared with Dylan; Corey had come home from Vegas and Scarlett had seen his new tattoo and had a fit. Words were exchanged, things were thrown, insults had flown and in the end both had agreed that Dylan had just been the straw that broke the camels back.
For months before Corey and Dylan met; Scarlett and Corey had been fighting, their relationship should have ended back then but both had been too stubborn to admit that they just weren’t working anymore, so they had continued to stay together only to end up hating the sight of each other now.
Sure I was worried about marriage, I think that if someone says they aren’t worried about it then they are fooling themselves especially when in this day and age divorce seemed to be some kind of fashion accessory but in the end I had faith in the relationship that I had with Claire, I had faith in the things that we shared and nothing could stop me from marrying her; not even the thought of failure.
“I really think that we should talk about this,” Claire said looking up at me. “But not right now, I want to just enjoy the excitment of getting engaged,”
”I agree!” I smiled down at her beautiful features and feeling all that I had ever wanted was in this woman, everything that I had dreamt of having was lying inside her just waiting for me to explore it.
“You know you guys really are the cutest couple ever!” Dylan giggled softly resting against her best friends frame who gave her all the support and encouragment that he had to offer.
“Mmhmm!” Claire and I both admitted laughing.
“Oh God; its sickening though,” Corey chuckled as Roy approached with Matt and his girlfriend Ashley from the same show as Dylan and H.
“Whatchya all talking about?” Roy asked ruffling Dylan’s hair affectionately which earned him a slap on the chest for his efforts. “Hey that hurt!”
”Pussy!” Dylan giggled softly handing out the cigarettes to those who smoked before her head seemed to turn and her eyes landed on Jeff stood along the bar where he was stood with Shannon and H, but his eyes seemed to find hers at the same time.
I couldn’t understand what it was between them, I couldn’t understand why they couldn’t just talk and get past what they were feeling for one another. I had the feeling that they could be really good friends if they just gave each other the chance. But if anyone could hold a grudge it was Dylan, she was firey and I figured that it was down to all that she had been through, she didn’t forget easily, and she didn’t forgive any easier. But at the end of the day that was all a part of who she was and what everyone who knew her, loved most about her.
“So whatchya talking about?” Roy asked again once he had stuck his tongue out at Dylan who giggled as she nestled her head against Corey’s chest.
“The wedding! And how these two haven’t even started making arrangements for the big day yet,” Corey announced running his hand up and down Dylan’s arm. It was a comfort thing that he always did when he held her close and didn’t mean that he was in to her in a romantic sense but I could see Jeff watching my friend a little closer.
It wasn’t hard to see that Jeff was attracted to my friend, but I hadn’t had the opportunity to actually talk to him. I hadn’t had a one on one with him but from what Roy had told me, he was struggling with his feelings; unsure of how to be around her, struggling with the fact that she seemed intent on just ignoring him.
But for as obvious as Jeff was, Dylan seemed to be just as obvious. Not one to wear her heart on her sleeve, or to show emotion very often, she was clearly sinking in her feelings because she had ultimately promised to spend the rest of her life with Carmine, who up until this point had seemed to be the one for her.
I just hoped that things weren’t about to become too complicated for everyone. But with that said as I felt for all my friends, I just wanted Dylan to be happy.
Corey's POV; I knew my best friend, I knew her better than I knew myself sometimes and I could see that something was going on with her. The way she was coiled tightly, the way she was smoking cigarette after cigarette was the most obvious part of her dealing with something that she hadn’t talked to me about.
“Guys do you mind if I steal Dylan for a little bit?” I asked wanting to get to the bottom of this.
“Sure,” Everyone nodded.
“Uh-oh am I in trouble?” She giggled nervously as I steered her away from our friends and Family.
“Why would you ask me that? Have you done something that would get you in trouble?” I asked as we found a table out of the way from everyone and sat down.
“I don’t think so,” She replied refusing to look at me.
”I beg to differ,” I stated watching her closely as the heat started to sweep across her features. “Something is going on with you...talk to me!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She started as she lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply.
“I am talking about the fact that I know you better than anyone and the fact that you are chain smoking like it is going out of fashion,”
”But it is going out of fashion,” She smiled finally bringing her eyes to mine and smiling sweetly.
“Smart ass,” I chuckled reaching for her hand. “Come on Dyl, I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is,” I pressed softly.
“Just leave it alone Corey please?”
”Nope...can’t do that,”
”Why not?” She almost pleaded with me her eyes telling me that she was scared, betraying the cool exterior of what she was trying to get across.
“’Cos you are my best friend, did you leave it alone when I was sinking after my marriage ended?” I asked and instantly I knew that I had gotten my point across. When my marriage ended, I had wanted to just bury myself in bottle after bottle of alcohol but Dylan had been the one there, refusing to give up on me and the least I could do was return the favor, we were best friends after all and that was what friends do; she had taught me that.
“I-had-sex-with-Jeff!” She mumbled out quietly.
”WHAT!? When?”
“At the venue after my fight...Corey I am in trouble!” She whispered resting her head down in to her hands. I didn’t say anything, I knew that there was more to come, and I knew that because she had been my best friend for longer than I could remember. “I thought that if I did it once, if I could just do it once I would get past what I felt...”
”But it didn’t work?” I asked as she shook her head no and I knew that she was more messed up than ever. “How do you feel about him really?”
“Honestly?” She asked.
“Mmhmm,”
”What I felt for him all those years ago, just seems to have grown stronger...I really think that I am falling for him, I can’t...I don’t want to be this...”
”How do you feel about Carmine?” I asked rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand softly.
“I love him...I know that seems like a cop out, like how could I love him when I just had sex with another man but I do...but I also feel strongly for Jeff and I don’t...what am I supposed to do?” She asked looking up at me; the tears sparkling in her dark eyes.
”We’ll figure it out Dyl,” I said moving around the table and holding her close to me.
Looking across the bar, my eyes fell on Jeff watching us closely, I knew that he was drowning in what he was feeling for her just as much as my best friend was, so there was no way that I could be mad at him but at the same time, I was a little angry that he hadn’t stuck to his word and finished his relationship before letting this happen. Dylan looked up at me after a few moments and excused herself to go to the bathroom to freshen up. Telling her I would be here, she kissed my cheek softly and thanked me for being here, but where else would I be? She was my best friend and this was the way our relationship had always been.
And since it is the weekend and I won't be around; here is another chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 29;
Dylan’s POV; With my hands resting on the counter I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes red from the crying, my mascara thankfully was water proof and hadn’t streaked down my face but my make up was streaked from where the tears had slid effortlessly down my face.
Reaching to the dispensor for a paper towel, my eyes landed on my engagement ring. Images of Carmine flooded my vision as if he were really here stood in front of me; how he had proposed, how nervous he had been, how the handsome smile had swept over his lips when I said yes, how we had been so excited; just like Claire and Jim were right now.
But unlike Jim and Claire; I didn’t know if Carmine and I were going to go the distance. Before Jeff had walked back in to my life again, I would have said that my relationship could survive anything even the stupid arguments about me becoming a wrestler.
Moving back to the counter, I placed the paper towel under the cold running water and went back to looking at my reflection.
Who was I?
I didn’t even seem to know anymore. I had slipped, I had cheated on my fiance, I had betrayed him in the worst possible way and what hurt the most was not being able to take it back. I couldn’t change it because it had happened and it now gripped at me so tightly that there was no going back.
I couldn’t find the strength to fight what I had always felt for Jeff. I was just too tired of fighting it. For the past six months, I had fought every wave of longing that I felt for Jeff only to find that I was lying to myself; making myself ill; I had been throwing up, I had been unable to sleep properly; surviving on little to no sleep, I was literally dead on my feet. This realization had only come to me as I had clung to Jeff’s arm after we had, had sex.
All these years I had been looking for something; something to help me get past what I felt for Jeff and I had thought; I had truly believed that, that something had been Carmine but it seemed that Jeff was a drug; my drug of choice, that I seemed unable to recover from. No form of treatment seemed to get me past what I felt, what I so desperately needed.
Reapplying a fresh spattering of foundation powder to my face once I had managed to repair the damage my tears had caused. I stared at my reflection once again. The change in myself seemed evident. I couldn’t explain but I did look different; calmer, more collected. The confliction in my eyes however remained strong like a thunder storm in the dead of night.
There seemed to be no way to hide or mask it but knowing that it had always been there, I didn’t need to worry about my friends asking what was wrong. I just had to remain cautious when Jeff was around but how was I meant to do that when after just one time; it felt like he was taking over everything inside me?
Pushing all thoughts of my deception down, I thought about Jim and Claire, how this was their night. It wasn’t about me, it wasn’t about my drama and the impossible situation that I had managed to get myself in to.
Pulling the bathroom door open, I stepped out in to the hall that led back in to the bar but only made it a few steps before I felt a hand curling around my wrist and pull me backwards. Had I not felt the shocks of chemistry I would have felt fear but as the shocks seemed to jump start my heart in to a rapid rate, I knew in the first labored beat of my heart that it was Jeff.
Turning my body to him the first thing that I noticed was the multi colored hair shining in the brighter lighting of the hallway. As he led the way to the back entrance; my eyes traveled over his body until I couldn’t seem to drag my eyes from his tight, round shaped ass.
My body was reacting to him as we stepped out in to the back alley behind the bar and he continued to drag me until he all but slammed me against the wall at the end of the delivery dock; encasing us not only in shadows but masking us from view by a huge dumpster can.
“Awe you’re such a romantic!” I smiled as his body pressed hard in to my own.
“And you talk too fucking much!” He grunted as he pressed his lips to mine so hard that it hurt but I didn’t care, he had ignited the fire and all that mattered was him and having him once again.
Our lips moved together in desperation; his tongue ramming against them until I relented and parted them giving him limited access but he had other plans. Quickly pushing his talented tongue all the way in to my mouth; tasting me, exploring in a way that I had never experienced with anyone.
“You taste like Jack Daniels,” He growled pinning my hands above my head. “Why did you have to wear the trousers?” He groaned desperately.
“Well excuse me...I had no idea that you would want to fuck my brains out!” I panted as he kept both my wrists pinned to the wall above my head with one hand. While his other slid over my face; slipping his finger in between my parted lips.
“Mmmm, now there is something that is becoming more appealing by the second...mmm!” He groaned as my lips clamped down over his finger; sucking it long and hard in to my mouth letting my tongue swirl around it had him groaning a little harder.
After a few moments he pulled his finger from my mouth and trailed it so slowly down the centre of my body; lingering around my breasts drawing firm circles around my nipples until I could hardly see straight let alone breathe properly.
“Watching you all night; seeing you hips swaying, hearing you laughing...I just want to get you to the hotel so I can screw you senseless!” He growled as he moved painfully slowly over my upper body until he reached the waist band of my black hispter trousers.
“Mmmm...”
“Do you want me to screw you senseless?” He growled once again as his hand slowly snaked under the material of not just my trousers but my thong too.
“Yes...mmm God yes,”
“Good...it’s going to be a long night and this is just the taster!” He grunted driving his fingers so deeply inside me that I was left moaning softly.
Diving deep then shallow and back again had my entire body turn in to one full dull ache, throbbing raced through my veins as sparks of bright light flashed before my eyes and my hips began to rock towards him before I could stop myself.
“Jeff...? Mmmm...let me...ahh...oh God...let-me...touch you!” I panted referring to his hand still pinning my arms above my head.
“There will be plenty of time for that later,” Instantly he was denying me what I asked for. “This is about you,”
Moving his fingers at lightening speed had the explosive pressure building in the pit of my stomach and almost instantly my breath told him that it was closing in on me.
Sensing it he moved to my swollen clit and rolled the tensing sensitive bud between his fingers.
My hips seemed to have grown a mind of their own and pushed towards him. The smile came to his gorgeous full lips before he devoured my own in the most amazingly hot kiss I had ever encountered.
The minute his lips met mine; it felt like my entire body let go in one violent wave of ecstasy filled pleasure. And I was screaming in to him, which he swallowed down without thought. Still his fingers worked my insides better than any cock ever had and I was all but sliding down the wall. Sliding his leg in between my own to ensure that I didn’t fall his lips began to drag across my face causing my pleasure filled moan to bounce off the walls surrounding our bodies.
I had never felt such intense pleasure, I had never felt so completely dominated by a man; I had never allowed myself to be so dominated but everything that I was feeling for this man was new and more scary than anything that I had ever experienced.
Jeff's POV; Kissing over her flesh as my fingers seemed to feel every violent spasm as her release seemed to power on with a mind of its own. Pulling back my eyes watched her, the pleasure etched deeply on those devastatingly beautiful features.
After ten minutes of her pussy spasming in wave after wave of release; her hips began to slow from the frantic thrusting until she had collapsed against the wall panting desperately. Slowly her eyes opened and the satisfaction shone so brightly that I truly became blinded by their radiant beauty for a few moments.
“You-are-a...very-talent...talented-man!” She panted as I let go of her wrists and basking in the knowledge of knowing that I had caused that satisfied glow flushing her beauty, that I had caused that intense spark in her eyes and that raspy breath that was eminating from her throat.
“I’m glad that you think so princess,” I replied letting my arms claim her panting frame and holding her close to me. I hadn’t lied about watching her the whole night; the sway of her defined hips had driven me to distraction, the sound of her laugh seeped through my veins at an unhealthy rate that a couple of times I had nearly thrown myself at her feet and declared submission. I would do anything that she wanted, succumb to her in ways that I never had with Beth.
“Oh I more than think so,” She replied pressing her lips to my nose gently. “But I should get back before someone notices we’re both missing,”
“I don’t wanna let you go,” I growled pulling her back to me roughly.
“I don’t want to go either but I have to babe,” She relented to my arms; her body betraying her words. “Damn you Jeffrey Nero Hardy...you give the best hugs...ever!”
“I try my best baby,” Claiming her lips in a tender lock and once again I could feel the complete submission of her body. It was a feeling that had me feeling more powerful than I had ever thought possible. “But you really should get back,”
“Evil!” She pouted causing the chuckle to escape my mouth before I could stop it.
Turning away from me she began to sway her hips in a seductive manner that had me reach out and slap her ass as she sauntered away from me. The sound of her letting out a long moan followed by a light hearted giggle pushed down in to my soul until I was resting against the wall and sliding down until I was crouching; my knees drawn to my chest.
The sound of her stilletto heels clipping the asphalt faded to nothing as she disappeared behind they door leading in to the bar and out of my life for the short time that we would be staying in the bar celebrating her friends engagement.
Crouched down in the shadows hidden from the world, I ran my hands through my hair thinking about Dylan; my mind seemed to conjure her image without too much trouble. The smooth, silky texture of her long black and blood red hair, the dark almost black eyes that shone so brightly that I was always left with an almost sinking feeling, the full plump ruby red lips that could make my day with just the hint of one smile. Then there was the body; shapely, curvious, toned and talented. It just seemed to me that there was nothing about her that I didn’t want or need. I knew that I was already becoming consumed by her; nothing could change or stop it from happening.
I knew what we were doing was wrong especially when we were both still embedded firmly in other relationships and we could come up with plenty of excuses for our behaviour;
The show made us kiss!
How could we fight that!?
There was always this chemistry between us!
It was only a matter of time before we gave in to it!
But there really was nothing that could be said to justify what we were doing. The best I can figure is that a higher being had a plan for us and would get us through this unscathed. And without causing too much pain to everyone involved.
The ringing of my cell phone tore through my foolish thoughts because I knew deep down that people were going to get hurt but I couldn’t worry about it because ultimately there was nothing I could do about it now because walking away from Dylan just wasn’t an option.
“’lo?”
“Hey baby, I’m just checking in!” Beth’s voice pierced through me.
Sure; checking in; yeah right! Checking up on me more like. She had been beside herself when she found out that Dylan was my new Valet.
“Yeah? What you up to?” I asked resting against the wall while reaching for my smokes.
“Not much; just missing you,” She purred softly leaving me at a loss as what to say. So rather than lie to her, I didn’t reply; I lit a cigarette instead. “What you up to?”
“We just decided to hit a bar...”
“We?” She asked her voice low and not even bothering to try and hide her suspicions.
“Yeah we...”
”We who?”
”Me, Matt, Shannon, H, Ashley, Dylan, Claire, Corey, Roy, and Jim!” I sighed shaking my head as my frustration started to build once again.
Before Dylan; I had never cheated, I had never even thought of cheating but still Beth had been paranoid by every female who looked at me, threatened by any female that I so much as said hello to. Hell it had taken her three long months to even talk to Ashley and she was my brother’s girl, that alone went to show me that she didn’t know me very well if she thought that I would do that to my brother.
“So you’re out with Dylan?”
And that was it, we were locked in a vicious arguement, trading insults, throwing our problems at one another until half an hour later I hung up on her too frustrated and angry to continue in the bitter exchange of words.
I tore a path in to the bar desperate to just lay my eyes on her, to feel that calmness wash over me when she was near.
Stopping at the side of the dancefloor, my eyes finding her without effort and I was chuckling before I could stop myself. In the middle of the dancefloor were Dylan and Corey trying to headbang to a pop song; each trying to out do the other. People were watching them like they were insane, but neither of them seemed to notice.
Dylan tried to stand up straight by grabbing Corey’s shoulders; her upper body fell backwards as she let out a long infectious bubble of giggles before stomping her metal spiked heel to the ground and tried to mosh once again.
“Hardy!” Adam Copeland stepped up next to me.
“Copeland!” I groaned; could this night possibly get any worse?
“She’s something huh?”
“Mmm,”
“You know I was thinking...it seems that once again, I am attracted to a Hardy chick...”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I just want to get you to the hotel so I can screw you senseless...really Jeff? Could you have picked anything less original!” Adam chuckled in a patronizing tone but catching my undivided attention none the less. “But I do have to say that this is going to be a challenge,”
“What the hell are you bubbling about?”
“The fact that once again I am going to steal a girl from another Hardy!” He stated turning his head to look at me; his bug like eyes telling me that his mind was ticking over time. “Tell me...is she any good?”
“Shut up Adam!” I warned my voice turning menacing in a split second.
There was no way that I was going to stand here and listen to him talking about Dylan like that regardless of whether we were at this point or not, I would never allow anyone to talk about her that way.
“No seriously man; I bet she is an animal right...? I mean look at who she hangs out with; look at who she has dated; wild in the sack right Jeff?”
I knew that he was pushing my buttons and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from turning to see the smug grin on his face, and after the arguement that I had just had with Beth, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from seeing red.
Unable to control myself, I brought my fist up and planted it right on his nose, the sound of bone cracking left me with a deep sense of satisfaction but it wasn’t enough, he had been talking about her like she was just some random girl and that was the last thing that Dylan had ever or would ever be.
Launching myself at him we all but spilled out on to the dance floor, with me quickly getting the upper hand on him; straddling his upper body I laid punch after punch to his face.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Nov 1, 2008 12:34:44 GMT -6
Woot!!! Go Jeff! Go Jeff!!
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Post by HarleyMac on Nov 3, 2008 7:53:18 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 30;
H’s POV; We had been having fun stood at the side of the dance floor watching Corey and Dylan dancing; trying to mosh to the pop song that was blaring through the speakers. It had started when they had gone up to dance to their song; ‘I’ll Get By With A Little Help From My Friends’ by The Beatles and then the song had ended it had been replaced with David Hasselhoff’s hit single in Germany; ‘I’ve Been Looking For Freedom’. The two friends had looked at one another and a silent agreement seemed to have been made as they both started moshing at the same time.
People were watching our friends as every now and again they would stop; look at one another and laugh. I had to say that it was the first time I had seen Dylan really laugh in the longest time, she was cutting loose and it seemed she was unable to control the laughing fit that she had slipped in to as she watched Corey’s head rolling around in a fluid motion.
I started laughing as I remembered that she had once told me, she sometimes feared for her best friends life when moshed; like he got so in to it that she worried his head was just going to roll straight off his shoulders one day.
But suddenly that was all coming to an end as Jeff all but threw Adam in to the middle of the dance floor before launching himself on top of the rated R superstar.
“What the fuck?” Shannon muttered as Dylan turned and her eyes landed on the spectical on the floor next to where she had been having the time of her life only moments previously.
Shannon and I made our way to them as Matt, Ashley and Roy appeared at the same time. Claire and Jim had headed back to the hotel a little over an hour ago now, they wanted some alone time, seeing them here together tonight it wasn’t hard to miss the passion that had been building the whole night.
We reached them just as Corey managed to haul Jeff off, of Adam just as Dylan dropped to her knees next to the man sprawled on the ground.
“Adam you ok?” Dylan asked wiping the hair from Adam’s beaten face. “Oh God!” She gasped seeing the blood seeping from his nose. “What did you do!?” She turned and glared up at Jeff not seeing the smug grin coming to Adam’s face.
The condescending grin on the face of the man who had become one of my cousins biggest enemies seemed to cause Jeff to see red once again as he fought to get out of the submissive hold that Corey had locked him in to.
“DJ you can’t trust him...he’s only...”
“Ever been nice to me! Why would you do something like this?” She demanded glaring up at my cousin as we all watched Adam smiling smugly as Dylan gently laid his head in to her lap.
“He said that...”
“What?” Dylan asked still watching him closely.
“Can I talk to you in private?” Jeff asked keeping his eyes solely on Dylan, which seemed to be calming him down somewhat from the agrivated posture he had been in at the hands of whatever Adam had said to him.
“I’ll be right back Adam ok?” Dylan assured the man before getting to her feet and following Jeff away from the group.
Shannon and I watched as Jeff and Dylan seemed to get in to it just out of earshot as Roy, Corey, Matt, Ashley and myself watched the mess that Jeff had made of Adam’s face.
“What do you suppose that was about?” Roy pondered looking at me just as Shannon’s powerful arms claimed me up in to his embrace.
“I’m not sure man. It could be anything, Adam just has this way about him that pisses people off!” Matt said as none of us bothered to check that Adam was ok.
The feel of Shannon kissing the top of my head seemed to wash down through my body. I knew that I would never change what we had right in this moment. The only regret that I had was that it had taken us this long to get together.
I looked over at Corey as he talked to the two bouncers that had come over to break up the altercation that had taken place; deciding that they were going to stick around to ensure that the trouble didn’t erupt again.
“Do you think it had anything to do with Dylan?” Roy asked looking down at the man who hadn’t moved since Dylan had moved away with Jeff.
“Knowing Adam; I would definitely say that it has something to do with my sister,” Shannon announced looking down at the man on the ground. “And if I find out that it did have something to do with my kid sister...you will have more to worry about than Jeff Hardy!”
Adam look up at Shannon and laughed loudly, causing Shannon’s fists to tighten at his side just as Dylan appeared back in to the fold and asked Corey and Roy to help Adam to his feet. I looked over to where Jeff was stood with his head in his hands.
“Is that why you were being nice to me...to get in to my pants?” Dylan demanded glaring at the man.
Instantly not only was Shannon stepping forward but Corey and Roy were tightening their hold on Adam, knowing what was coming. Dylan had no patience for people who had alterior motives in befriending her.
“Did you honestly think that I was being nice ‘cos I wanted to be your friend?” Adam chuckled.
“You’re everything that people say you are...” Dylan seethed angrily.
“Well I can’t argue with you there. But you’ll never guess what I found out when I came...”
The sound of flesh hitting flesh stopped Adam dead in his tracks as Dylan flung her fist full force in to his face causing blood to splatter across the dance floor as his top lip split open.
“DDDDAAAAMMMMMNNNNN!” Shannon chuckled moving to his sister who was shaking her hand as the pain etched across her face at the same time as Jeff all but tore a path to where we were stood.
Shannon’s arms claimed Dylan in to a tight embrace; kissing the top of her head. We all watched as Adam was escorted from the bar leaving us alone to enjoy the rest of our night if it were possible.
“You believed me!?” Jeff asked looking directly in to Dylan’s eyes as she looked at him.
“Jeff I have known you a lot longer than I have known him, so of course I was going to believe you,” Dylan replied refusing to look away from him.
Was this the turn around that they needed?
Was it possible that they were going to finally let go of the past?
The two of them slipped in to conversation with one another as we all moved towards the bar intent on salvaging what was left of the night. The bartender handed both Jeff and Dylan ice packs for their hands which were already swelling.
“You know I am so proud of her,” Shannon beamed from ear to ear as he watched his kid sister and his best friend talking to Corey.
“I can see that handsome,” I smiled feeling the infectious hum coming from him in spades.
“You can huh?” He quickly pulled me in to his arms where everything seemed to fade in to nothing; it was just me and him alone.
“Mmhmm, I like seeing you like this; I like being with you when you’re like this,” Leaning slowly in to his ear, I gently kissed the flesh just under his earlobe.
“Christ H...do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Mmmm why don’t you tell me?” I whispered breathing in a healthy dose of his DunHill aftershave and I was once again reminded of all that I felt for this man.
“You guys are just too cute,” Ashley said softly as she, Matt and Roy came to join us leaving Corey, Dylan and Jeff talking quietly amongst themselves.
Damn; it had just been getting interesting too, I guess it would just have to wait until we got back to the hotel and I hoped that Jeff wouldn’t mind sharing with either Corey or Roy so that I could get some alone time with Shannon; some much needed alone time.
Shannon's POV; Just when it had been getting interesting, we were interupted by our friends. I loved my friends as much as the next person but it seemed that lately H and I just couldn’t seem to get enough alone time together.
We were still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship where everything was about the sex; our passion rendering us to slaves, unable ot get enough of each other. Our passion seemed to know no bounds; no matter how many times we came together it just never seemed to be enough.
“...so you really think that he was trying to get with her?” Roy was asking; instantly dragging me back to the present with a bump.
“The thing you need to know about Adam is that it’s always about how many women he can get in to bed,” Matt said.
I could see that my friend was still bitter about what Adam had done to him and no one could blame him for that. It had taken him a long time to fall head over heels for Amy; ‘cos he had never had that kind of relationship before, he wasn’t used to the affection that his former lover had rained down on him but when he had accepted it, he had truly given all of himself to her.
Adam had been his friend, one thing that I knew about Matt was that when he had found out about the affair; he had wondered for the longest time whether Adam had just pretended to be his friend just so that he could get close to Amy and not to raise any suspicion about the amount of time he had ended up spending with her.
It had truly taken Matt a long time to get past the betrayal but with Ashley it seemed that he was finally doing it. Letting go of his fears, Ashley was being patient and ensuring that she let him know that it was him that she wanted to be with and no one else.
“Dylan would never have fallen for that,” Roy said.
In a way I was jealous of the relationship that Roy and Corey had with Dylan. After all she was my little sister, growing up we had been close and now that we were older it seemed that we were more like strangers than brother and sister.
“That’s a rookie mistake Roy,” Matt continued. “Don’t ever take anything for granted around Edge; hope for the best and prepare for the worst. He is the master manipulator...he twists and bends the truth so that he can get exactly what he wants,”
Ashley gently ran her hand over Matt’s arm to try and soothe and calm her man and it seemed to be working.
“I’m sorry Roy, I didn’t mean to snap. It just makes me madder than shit to know that he is still playing games and he clearly had Dylan in his sights,”
“That’s ok man, I completely understand! At least he was rumbled before...” Roy started as he handed out the smokes to H and Ashley before lighting his own.
“This won’t be the end of it,” I said as Matt looked at me and nodded.
“We’re going to have to keep an eye on Dylan for the time being,” My friend admitted. “Fucking Adam Copeland...hasn’t he ruined enough lives?”
“We’ll get through it big man,” Ashley soothed softly.
The five of us slipped in to conversation; explaining the true depths that Edge would sink too, to get what he wants. We were just grateful that he didn’t have anything on Dylan.
My body held H close, happy that I had her; happy that she had been brought back in to my life. The way I felt for her already surpassed anything that I had ever felt for anyone and there was no way that I could ever give that up.
“Whatchy’all talkin’ ‘bout?” My little sister asked approaching us with Jeff and Corey who was seemingly beaming from ear to ear.
“Just that dickwad Edge,” H announced resting her head against my chest.
“Dickwad...? Nnnniiiicccccceeeeee!” Corey chuckled. “I may have to use that one sometime,”
“Be my guest dude,” H giggled taking all the comfort that I was pouring in to her.
“So any plans on how to deal with said dickwad?” Corey asked taking the cigarette that Dylan held out to him.
“Well for the time being we all agreed that we need to keep a close eye on Dyl, make sure that she is never alone, which shouldn’t be too much of a problem when we’re on the road considering she is Jeff’s Valet,” Matt informed my sister’s best friend.
“And when we’re off the road; it won’t be a problem ‘cos she’ll be in New York...or hopefully in Carolina with us,” I said smiling at my sister.
“Y’all are making it sound like I can’t look after myself,” She complained placing her empty glass on the bar behind her.
“It’s not that sugar, we just know Adam a little better than you do and we don’t want him upsetting you is all,” Matt explained reaching for her and pulling her in to his free side, while Ashley took comfort from his other side.
Both women snuggled in to his side as he grinned like the cat that got the cream. Turning my attention back to H, I suggested that we all get out of the bar and head back to the hotel, for some much needed rest.
”Do you think my little sister would mind if I stole you for the night?” I asked H as we strolled along behind the others.
When traveling with the WWE; mostly everyone was paired up in to rooms that way there wasn’t such big bills at the end of each city visit.
“I don’t see it being a problem but what about Jeff?” H asked me.
My eyes in that moment landed on Jeff and Corey lost in conversation once again and an idea popped in to my head.
“Hey Corey, Jeff?” I called out to them.
Both turned to look back at H and I as Dylan and Roy stopped at a take away van causing all of us to follow suit. My own stomach in the process screaming that it needed to be fed, because if Jeff and Corey agreed to this then I’d be in for a long night.
“What’s going on reject?” Jeff asked once he had ordered a portion of fries with sweet and sour sauce.
“Well H and I were wondering if maybe you and Corey could share a room tonight...?” I started as both men glanced over to Dylan who was sat on Roy’s knee helping him eat his fries and cheese, both laughing as they ate; causing half the food to spray from their mouths; it would be comical if the arterial spray didn’t look so disgusting.
There was no sign of what had happened in the bar earlier in my sister’s body language, she had clearly let go refusing to let it control her. I couldn’t be more proud of the woman that she had become while being absent from my life.
“It’s not a problem with me,” Corey nodded. “Just as long as he doesn’t snore,”
“He doesn’t snore but he does sometimes talk in his sleep,” I informed Corey.
“I do not!” Jeff complained.
“Oh you so do dude...mmm I love you, I have wanted you for so long...you seem to forget that I have been sharing a room with you for the past two months; so I know what I am talking about,” I chuckled as H and Corey both looked at him.
“Whatever!” Jeff grumped his cheeks blushing crimson.
”What I want to know is; who is the woman?” I asked causing H to giggle softly earning her a glare from Jeff as Corey looked across at where his best friend was still enjoying herself with Roy and now Matt and Ashley who had joined them.
“You know in this moment, I think that I would much rather share with Corey anyway,” Jeff replied completely ignoring my question.
“Jesus you’re such a drama queen!” I chuckled punching his arm, earning me a quick and unthought flip of the bird.
We finished our takeaway food in the park behind the fast food van, then continued on our way back to the hotel.
Jeff followed H and I to the floor we had occupied and followed me in to our room to pack his things while H headed along to the room she had been sharing with Dylan to get her own things.
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 31;
Back at the hotel; Roy’s POV; Matt and Ashley said goodnight to us and retired up to the room that they were sharing. Jeff disappeared with H and Shannon to move his things to Corey’s room. Claire and Jim were already in their room having missed the drama that had erupted.
Grabbing the shots of JD that I had ordered, while Corey grabbed the beers and we moved towards the pool table where Dylan was setting it up for a game.
The scattering of customers watching the famous actress as she prepared the game for us. Hanging out with Dylan you got used to people staring; men with lust in their eyes; their dirty thoughts giving way to the motive of their smiles or the way they would hold or open a door for her.
As her boyfriend; it had bothered me beyond words to see the way they’d look at her; their beady little eyes drinking in her frame or the way her hips swayed when she danced, the way she laughed and smiled. And as Corey and I made our way towards her; it wasn’t hard to see that even in different countries her effect was just as devastating on the male population.
Women on the other hand were much more obvious; whispers on the way she dressed, and her appearance had bothered me more than I cared to admit when we had been together. But Dylan being the woman that she was, the self assured beautiful woman who had the personality to match her beautifully stunning looks, had once explained it to me; the people who make those kind of comments are mostly jealous because they didn’t have the guts to dress the way she did, or live their lives the way that Dylan did.
However that wasn’t the worst thing about women; what had bothered me more than all those other things was the way they would zone in on one specific area and just rip it apart in a way that could have the devil himself running for cover.
Women were calous and malicious in ways that still astounded me. I remember a clear sunny day in the middle of summer in New York, the year had been 2002 Dylan had just gotten out of hospital, she had, had to have her GallBladder removed due to suffering from intense, crippling pain so looking her best hadn’t exactly been high on her agenda.
After being stuck in a hospital for a week, I had packed a picnic and taken her down to Central Park where we had sat under the shade of a tree and had a great time. Then while I packed up she had headed to the toilets, which were near by where I had placed us incase she needed me.
I had just finished packing the things away when I had heard them; “...there is no way that I was asking her for a photo; God she looks so much older than I thought she would! You’d think that she’d put a bit more of an effort in to her appearance if she knew that she was coming to the park; I mean God has she never heard of shampoo?”
It had taken all of my self control not to scream my insults back at the two platinum blond bimbos who had walked past me laughing. And I had just been about to open my mouth when the girl in question had come back and saved me from getting in to a slagging match with said bimbos. I never did tell her what I had heard that day.
“...earth calling Roy!?” The sound of her giggling tore through the memory as my eyes focused on her hand waving in front of my face.
“Sorry!”
“Ok what’s her name?” She asked handing me the pool cue as she sipped at her bottle of beer.
“Excuse me!?”
“Well I know you Mayorga; only one thing can distract you from pool and its a girl...so what’s her name?”
“Dylan,” I replied as the heat flushed her beautiful features instantly.
“Oh boy,” Corey chuckled.
“Not like that. I was just thinking about that picnic we had in Central Park after your operation,”
“What made you think about that...? That was almost a life time ago,” Dylan said watching as I set up to take my shot.
“I don’t know; I was just thinking about the way people look at you and for some reason that popped in to my head,”
“You know I have never known you guys as anything other than friends...but I bet as a couple you were sickening,” Corey chimed up taking the pool cue from me.
“You know I really don’t know why you’re my best friend...when all you do is poke fun at me,” Dylan stated smiling brightly at me.
“Awe Dylly boo, boo, boo...you’d be lost without me,”
”I don’t know about lost...but I’d definitely be more sane!” She replied resting against the pool table as she watched him taking his shot.
“That’s just mean!” Corey replied jumping in the air as he sank three balls.
“Yeah, yeah!” She replied placing her bottle down on to the side of the pool table to take her turn.
After an hour of playing and as always Dylan winning, she announced that she was having one more beer then heading to bed.
“So what do you want to do tomorrow before y’all leave!?” She asked referring to our flights tomorrow night.
“Well I don’t know about you sweetcakes but I figure that I am gonna be a little hung over,” Corey admitted.
“My God; you’re turning in to an old man,” Dylan giggled taking the cigarette that I held out to her. “Thanks dude,”
“I’m 34 chicka...I’m hardly a spring chicken no more...”
“And you’re hardly over the fucking hill,” She laughed as she placed three bottles of beer on to the table that we had decided to occupy.
“You keep me young,” Corey replied.
“Oh no you don’t Mr; you’re getting cut off,” She retaliated pulling his bottle away from him.
“What...? Why?” He pouted reaching for said bottle to no avail.
“I hate when you drink this much and turn in to sappy sentimental guy,”
“Am not!” Corey chuckled. “I just wanted you to know that I love you chicka,”
“I love you too mate,” She replied handing his beer back over to him. “That is why when that beer is finished you ain’t getting no more,”
“I swear it’s worse than hanging out with my Mother,” Corey stated looking at me.
“Oh see now...for that you’re gonna get an extra early wake up call,” She replied smiling at me as she handed out the cigarettes.
Sometimes, I wondered how she did it; she could match us all drink for drink until we were literally falling under the table but she’d still be going strong.
“Meany!”
“I love you too,” She smiled.
For as hard as she found actually saying the words I love you to a boyfriend, she found it as easy to say those same words to her friends. I guess it was just one of the many things that made her as special as she was.
Corey's POV; I knew that it was time for me to stop drinking but I just loved to mess with my best friend. When it took her to drink twice as much as most guys to get drunk she was always looking out for everyone; it was just one of then things that made her as special as she was.
I watched her as she inhaled on her cigarette, the sparkle in her eyes was brighter than I had ever seen. Even when she had first got together with Carmine the sparkle hadn’t been this noticeable.
I just hoped that she knew what she was doing. When it came to Jeff it seemed that she just wasn’t in control. The power he held over her seemed to be recipricated because he seemed to be in as much control as she was.
I had never experienced anything as powerful or as consuming as what those two seemed to share and I had a feeling that they were going to have to face a lot of obstacles before they were home free.
The first of those obstacles being their respective partners. Jeff had expressed that he was ending his ten year relationship when he got home in a couple of days. Dylan however, was being more cautious, I knew that in her own way she loved Carmine, she wouldn’t have agreed to marry him had she not because my best friend never did anything that she didn’t want to.
“I just want you to be happy Dyl!” I stated honestly.
Lately she hadn’t been overly happy with Carmine; the arguments about her chosen career path had been taking their toll on her until she had started questioning whether she could actually do it and I hated Carmine for making her second guess the decision that she had made.
I had only had to see her in the ring once to know that she had been born to do this. I hadn’t known she was as talented as she was and nothing could have stopped the pride that I felt for her. If Carmine would just come watch her, come to a show I knew that he would see what I could, what all our friends could see.
“I know you do big man,” She smiled as the heat flushed her features.
It wasn’t hard to see why men would commit their entire lives to her from one look because she really was stunningly beautiful but for me she would always be my best mate, my soul mate and the one woman I could count on for absolutely anything.
My friends liked her and didn’t complain that she was around more often than not. How could it really get any better?
“I mean it you know?” I pressed more firmly.
The only thing that could make it better was if she was one hundred percent happy but in a way that I couldn’t explain I had the strongest sense that Jeff was going to be the one who made my best friend happier than she believed possible.
“Do I have to take that beer away again?” She giggled the hint of nerves shining through and I knew she was worried that I was going to mention what I knew about her and Jeff. But she had nothing to worry about, I knew when to keep my mouth shut.
“No; just listen to me for a second...” I started reaching for her hands.
“Oh God; he’s off...” Roy chuckled.
“Just shut up for a minute porku-punk!” I grinned at my friend who instantly held his arms up and I turned back to Dylan to find her smiling at her ex. “Dylan I know that I bust your chops about...well just about everything but you know that I’m not very good at sharing my feelings...”
”Until you’re drunk apparently,” She smiled that little smile that really could get her absolutely anything that she wanted.
“Well yeah...but you know that when you’re drunk its easier to open up and be honest,”
“This is very true so what are you trying to say babe?” She asked keeping her eyes focused solely on me.
“I just want you to know how much I love you Dyl; you have been the only woman in my life who has been constant. I’ve never had the kind of friendship that we share with anyone and I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything in the world...”
“I wouldn’t either Corey,”
“I’m not done...!”
“Oh I’m sorry,” She giggled her hands still in mine, her eyes still sparkling with that calmness and undeniable happiness that she had, had since she and Jeff had come together.
“I don’t care what the paparazzi say; I don’t care that they speculate that we are more than friends; hell I am flattered that they think that someone like me could get someone like you...!” I watched as her mouth opened to begin protesting but I shook my head. “I’m not done! I just think that it will take a special someone to be able to live with us and I just...I don’t believe that Carmine is necessarily that guy,”
“Corey I don’t think...” She began to protest.
“No Dyl it’s the perfect time. I have tried to remain patient with Carmine not only about the whole wrestling thing but with how difficult it must be to deal with the friendship that you and I have but I just can’t do it anymore...”
“Do what...? What are you saying?”
“That it’s time you took your life back; stop walking around the fact that you are excited about getting in to that ring. Stop letting Carmine dictate that somehow this is a bad move or that you’re not good enough to be there ‘cos Dyl you wouldn’thave been hired had you not been good enough,”
Watching her remove her hand from mine to take the cigarette that Roy held out. I took the one he offered and lit up.
“What’s your favorite Jovi song Dylan?” I asked.
“You know what it is...Everyday!” She replied without hesitation.
“And what’s that line...hit the gas...”
“Hit the gass, take the wheel, I just made myself a deal, there ain’t nothing gonna get in my way,”
“Exactly! Now tell me that you didn’t listen to that song when you thought about getting in that ring professionally?”
“I-I...I can’t!” She admitted honestly. “But I don’t understand what you are...!”
“Carmine is standing in your way; he is preventing you from really enjoying the moment, which brings me to my point...”
”Which is?” Roy chuckled from where his head was resting on the table.
Without looking at him, I knew that he was agreeing with everything that I was saying because not once had he interupted my little speech, when normally if he didn’t agree he would have been one of the first to jump in and make his own feelings perfectly clear.
Especially when it came down to anything to do with Dylan’s life. For as close as Dylan and I were, Roy and Dylan were just as close sometimes I thought closer because they had the whole history of being with one another but that didn’t make me jealous.
In fact it made me proud of her to know that she could remain friends with someone who she had from all accounts been hopelessly devoted too. The love that they had once shared had long faded in to platonic friendship but there had been a time when they had been so in love that both expressed that it had hurt.
I knew that it had hurt both of them when they both realized that their relationship couldn’t survive the time and distance between them when they were both working. Breaking up had been the kindest thing that they could do for one another instead of trying to make it work and possibly ending up hating each other.
And if that had happened then I would possibly never have met Roy and had a good friend in him, which I was thankful to Dylan for.
“That Dylan; you deserve to be happy in every part of your life; romantically, professionally and socially and the way I see it is that Carmine is the road block in every area of your life...”
“He’s just struggling; he’ll come round, I just need to give him time...”
“And that is point number two, you shouldn’t have to give him time; his love and support should be instant, it should be unconditional and it sure as hell shouldn’t need time...I mean Jesus he wants to spend the rest of his life with you,” I couldn’t seem to stop the vomit from spewing from my mouth but damn it; it had to be said. “I just think that there is someone out there better for you...but if you tell me that you are happy then I will drop it,”
I watched her closely as she explained that she was happy but I had to wonder if that was more to do with where she had suddenly found herself with Jeff than with anything to do with Carmine.
It was clear to me that Dylan and Jeff were meant to be, but it seemed to be unknown to my friend at this point, she seemed to be intent on holding Jeff at a certain arms length, which no one could really blame her for after all that had happened between them.
Nodding my head as I saw that I had at least given her something to think about. Slowly we got to our feet and moved out of the bar without saying another word all three of us ready to retire for the night but I knew that Dylan wasn’t retiring for sleep.
When she had heard that Shannon and H were intent on spending the night together, she had given me the key to her room to give to Jeff, and right in this moment he would be waiting for her.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Nov 3, 2008 12:21:50 GMT -6
A-freaking-mazing!!! This just keeps getting better and better!
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Post by HarleyMac on Nov 4, 2008 6:04:46 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You; Chapter 32;
Dylan’s POV; Stepping off the elevator on the correct floor, I was greeted to Rob the security guard who was on the night shift, with the WWE there was always security placed on the floor where the stars were residing.
“Night beautiful,” Corey said from inside the shaft that was taking him and Roy up to the next floor where their rooms were.
“Night guys,” I smiled watching them until the doors closed and transported them out of my life for the time being.
Corey had given me more than enough to think about. In a way I knew that he had been right about Carmine. My fiance should support me unconditionally but at the same time I couldn’t help but feel that most men would be reacting the same way as Carmine was.
“Busy night Rob?” I asked the older round shaped man.
“Not overly Miss. Moore,”
“Please call me Dylan,” I smiled at the man who had been hired directly through the WWE and traveled with the show where ever we went.
“We have only had one attempted breech Dylan,” He smiled his large brown kind eyes looking down to the floor.
“Well I hope you don’t get anymore,” I replied. “Goodnight!”
“Goodnight Miss. Moore!” He replied seemingly more comfortable with being formal and for now I let it go because I just wanted to get to my room and Jeff.
Pushing the door open, I stepped in to the room, locked the door and left the key sitting sideways in the lock should H come back for anything.
“What took you so long?” Jeff asked from his position on the bed.
“Sorry I was having...wait was I really so long that you had time to dye your hair?” I asked my eyes moving from his chiseled body to his hair which had been red and black when I had last seen him.
“To dye, dry it and begin to think about going on a hunt for your panties,” He growled crawling to the edge of the bed; his eyes burning with desire as I stripped out of my cloths.
“My panties really?” I giggled throwing my trousers to the floor. “You in to kinky shit then?”
“When it comes to you...I seem to know, no bounds!” He growled reaching for me as I bent to remove my black thigh high suede stilletto boots. “Leave them on!”
“Mmm you catch on quick!” I purred allowing him to pull me to him as he knelt at the very edge of the bed.
Our lips came together in an undeniable force as his arms snaked around my waist; his hands landing on my ass. My own hands resting on his neck feeling all my insides quivering as my eyes stayed firmly lost in the tiger like eyes of the man I had always wanted.
“Lie back handsome, I have an idea!” I pulled out of the kiss as the idea formed in my head. “Trust me,” I smiled sweetly as his eyebrows rose questioningly. “It will make what I have in mind all the more pleasurable,”
Nodding he did as I requested but not once taking those penetrative gorgeous green eyes off my body as I moved across the room until I reached my bag and began to root inside.
“Fuck hurry up Dylan...or I am going to have to start without you...”
“Don’t you dare...at least not until I can watch!” I replied turning to look at him. Laid out flat on the bed in his red boxers; the material fitted over him snugly as his dick throbbed desperately for attention but I was unable to look away from his now; blue, purple and blond hair. “I really do love your hair,”
Turning back to the bag; my fingers curled around what I had been in search of. Moving slowly back to the bed; my hips swaying causing him to groan out loudly. Climbing on to the bed, my legs sinking in to the mattress at either side of his impressive frame.
“Dylan no...teasing please!” He begged resting the soft smooth flesh of his hands at the top of my thighs; pushing me slowly backwards until my pussy was rubbing over the length of his cock momentarily knocking me sideways as the desire began to simmer and ache deep inside me.
“You’ll love it; trust me!” I purred reaching for one hand and slowly secured his arm to the bed post with one of the three scarves I took from my bag. Repeating the action with his other arm. “Just relax handsome,” I purred before wrapping the third scarf around his head; covering his eyes. “Just let your senses take over,” I whispered in to his ear letting my pussy grind down on to his cock.
Slowly moving away from his ear, I slid down his body letting my tongue work over every dip and chiseled muscle of his body. Taking a few moments to just look at him; trying to wrap my head around the fact that he was really here in my bed, panting and begging me for release. For three years after I had left Carolina, I lay in bed wishing and praying that he’d come for me.
Eventually I turned eighteen and knew that I was just too old to believe in fairytales and I had gave up the notion that he would come for me but no matter what I did; the feelings inside wouldn’t fade like the believe in fairytales.
“What-What’s wrong-baby?” He panted dragging me back in to the present with a bump.
“Nothing handsome,” I replied moving my lips to his navel and gently dragging his belly bar in to my mouth tugging at the metal bar piercing causing his breath to turn that little more labored telling me that his need was almost desperate.
Using my hand I positioned his dick between my breasts as my lips continued to work his entire body in to a heightened sexual desire. The minute he began to pump his cock between my breasts, I knew that he was ready and pulled myself away from him to only be greeted by frustrated groans.
“You’re evil!” He panted as his arms fought hard against the ties that held him bound to the bed.
This just wasn’t about the intense feeling that he was experiencing it was also about the control that I felt. As much as I liked to be dominated, I also liked to be in control and seeing this man that I had wanted my whole life panting and begging gave me the kind of rush that I hadn’t had in as long as I could remember.
I knew from experience that it wouldn’t take him long to erupt so I tried to drag the sensations out for him. Twirling my fingers around his nipples until they were taut and hard. Then slowly my fingers worked over every ripple of his upper body until he was shivering uncontrolably and begging desperately to take his cock in to my mouth.
Bending my head to his hard, thick large shaft, the foreskin already beginning to peel back exposing the glistening sensitive head, breathing softly over the head as my fingers lightly trailed from the underside of his sack; up over his hardening balls until I had traveled up the entire length until I was circling around the tip. Curses escaped his lips telling me that he was worked up enough.
Sliding my lips slowly down over his pulsating girth allowing my tongue to swirl around every inch available as a satisfied sigh filled the room as I relaxed my throat drawing him in deep then conditioned my throat to slowly tighten around the length that was buried deep inside my throat.
Yet another groan filled the room followed by a low rumble of my name; rolling from his tongue with such ease that I was struggling to remain focused. Gliding my fingers over his balls that seemed ready to explode and after a few more moments of sucking, a few more licks of my tongue and a few more strokes of my fingers he did just that.
Violent jets of cum spurted down my throat as he roared my name over and over again until I was expertly running my lips firmly up his shaft ensuring he turned to semi once again and I was licking the last few drops of cum from the tip of his dick.
Jeff's POV; I had no idea that oral could bring on such a strong state of euphoric bliss. My entire body felt like it was floating. Sweat encased me and my breath felt ready to give up on me.
The shudder rocked through my body as the feel of her lips sliding off the tip of my cock sent me almost in to some kind of fit that I could barely control.
Beth wasn’t what you would call enthusastic when it came to giving head and more often than not I figured she only did it to please me; when I would much rather she didn’t at all if she wasn’t enjoying it. Pushing all thoughts of Beth out of my head as Dylan slowly ran her tongue back up my body until her fingers were untying the knot from behind my head and as she slipped the scarf from my eyes it seemed that the effects of the amazing blow job heightened; making me light headed and slightly disorientated.
“You ok baby?” She asked reaching and slowly untying the scarves from my wrists.
“Mmhmm why?”
“Well if I did that right; you should be feeling a little out of it right about now,”
“Oh believe me; you did it right! Jesus that is better than any drug that I have ever...” I growled flipping her on to her back unable to contain my hunger. “I do believe it’s your turn,”
Helping her in to a sitting position, unhooking her bra; I slid it slowly down her body until I was throwing it across the room. Gently pushing her backwards, I quickly had her bound to the bed then I was slowly covering her eyes from view. Moving to her shins, I let my body rest there as my fingers hooked under her thong and literally dragged it from her body.
Unable to stop myself I just sat and stared at her body for a few moments...naked and spread out beneath me for the taking. Milky white flesh told the story that she wasn’t one to sit in the sun. Numerous tattoos covered her body; mostly music related since music was a huge part of her life but my eyes were drawn to the CT tattooed on the flesh of her hip bone. The custom made Tigers eye belly bar moved as her body panted softly.
“Every-everything-ok?” She panted.
“Mmhmm just watching you...” I slowly reached my hand to the CT engraved on her flesh for all eternity and lightly traced my fingers over the lettering instantly causing her body to break out in wave after wave of unstoppable panting.
Still my eyes drank her in unable to really believe it. For so many years I had dreamt of this moment, dreamt of what it would feel like to touch her, to kiss her, to taste her and make love to her.
Moving my lips to hers first, I tenderly brushed over her naturally ruby red flesh; letting my tongue taste her strawberry lip gloss. Slowly placing my tongue in between her slightly parted lips. Unlike I had been; she seemed relaxed in the binds.
I hoped that I was about to do this right because as quickly as Beth gave me head, she refused to allow me to go down on her, so it had been ten plus years since I had given a woman head.
The moan coming from her seeped in to my mouth and down in to my body turning me from semi to full hard on in the matter of seconds. I tried to stop it from happening but I was throbbing against her pussy, unable to control the hunger that swept me up.
“Mmmm baby you...feel-so-big!” She purred softly as she broke the kiss.
“Just lie back and enjoy,” I whispered in to her ear before lightly trailing down her neck.
Letting my tongue trail down her chest, I slowly slid my hand up her long satin smooth leg to be rewarded to small moans coming from her beautiful full lips. The feel of her body trembling underneath my own seemed to whip up a hungry desire storm deep inside me.
Sucking one nipple in to my mouth, my tongue dragging from side to side then up and down over the erect bud caused more moans to fill the air around us where we were encased in the intimate bubble that we had created. No one or nothing else mattered but us and the desire that had always been between us.
Sliding my fingers in to her smoldering chamber, I could feel the throbbing from deep inside as I dove deep. Almost straight away her back was arching from the bed as her moaning seemed to intensify in sound and pleasure.
Releasing her nipple I slowly trailed my tongue down the centre of her body; carving lines down over the ripples of her defined body causing her panting to grow deeper and more frequent. Still her pussy was constricting; the walls tightening around the entire length of my diving fingers.
“Jeff...good God baby do you have-any...idea-what-you’re...doing-to-me?”
“Why don’t you tell me?” I growled capturing the Tigers eye belly bar between my teeth; tugging on the jewellry had her moaning out more desperately.
“I’ve-never...you-are-making...no-one-has-ever...fuck-Jeff-I-can...barely-talk!” She panted as I slowly began to drag my fingers over every soft quivering fold of her pussy.
Moving to her clit to feel it swollen and harder than I had ever thought possible. Pulling my fingers away from it, ensuring that I was driving her just as crazy as she had made me moments earlier.
“Don’t talk princess...just relax and let go!” I growled sliding my tongue over the CT tattoo, which had her head snapping back up and I wished that I could see her eyes. “What?”
“You-just...no...Carmine...he doesn’t...”
“What? Go near it?”
“Mmmm!” She nodded her head.
“I’m not him baby; I love it because it is a part of you,” I admitted. “Now shut up and let me do this,”
“Ok,” She giggled resting her head back down on to the pillow and letting the moan escape those lips once again.
Groaning out desperately; almost unvolentarily as my tongue trailed over her brazilian wax causing her breath to freeze in her lungs.
“Breathe baby,” I growled softly.
“Oh yeah need to do that,” She giggled which seemed to vibrate through her body and in to my fingers that were still buried deep in side her simmering furnace; pressing hard against her g spot. “Mmmmmmmmm,” She moaned out.
Inching the tip of my tongue in to her smolten chamber; the taste of her overloading my senses before I could stop it. I became so turned on by her taste that I had driven the entire length of my tongue inside her as my fingers slid out of her. Flicking my tongue then swirling against her g spot had her all but writhing underneath me.
Slowly my fears of not being able to satisfy her began to fade with every tripple of sweet tasting nectar that my tongue managed to drag out of her. Pressing against her g spot I managed to flick hard and firm against the pleasure spot.
Satisfied that I was in control of not only her body but of how much pleasure she felt and when she felt it.
Inaudible moans of begging told me that she was nearing the desperation that I had felt at the hands of her talents. Talents that I hadn’t known were possible, I pushed all thoughts to the back of my head.
My eyes watched her body in the throws of passion; the panting, the ripple in the muscles of her upper body as I slowly sucked her swollen clit in to my mouth.
My tongue sweeping over and over the bud time and time again at a quick violent pace making her erupt so quickly and violently that she was screaming out my name over and over.
Holding her clit in my mouth until I had swallowed every last drop of sweet tasting nectar and she was constricting less ferociously than moments before and her body collapsed back down on to the bed.
Sliding out of her chamber, I licked my way back up her body until I was drawing her in to a passionate kiss as my fingers undid the scarf and I was drowning in to those almost black opal shaped eyes, loosing all sense of reality and time as they burned in to mine with intensity as our tongues made love in a soft and tender flicker of movement.
“Tell me you want me?” I panted as the kiss came to a sizzling end and all I could see was her, nothing else around us existed in this moment.
“Jeff please...”
”Tell me!” I begged forcefully needing to suddenly hear her saying the words, to hear how much she wanted me, to hear that I wasn’t going to be the only one involved in this, to hear that it wasn’t just going to be about what I wanted and me getting off.
I wanted her to let me enjoy her body; I wanted to hear her moaning out in pleasure, I wanted her to enjoy my touch, my kiss, my body as much as I wanted to enjoy hers.
“I want you...I want you so bad!” She panted her eyes burning in to mine in an understanding that I hadn’t thought that a woman was capable of. “I want to feel you buried so deep that you make me forget about everything else,”
Leaving her arms bound to the bed posts, I reached for her stilletto boots that were still adorning her feet and legs; moving them until they were wrapped around my waist feeling the suede rubbing over the flesh of my back felt so good that I couldn’t wait any longer and I charged my way deep inside her pussy.
Long, pleasure filled moans escaped those beautiful lips as I held myself deep inside her, refusing to move until she grew accustomed to my size and she was moaning to be let out of the ties that kept her hands away from me. Shaking my head no, I watched her face become etched with the strongest hint of pleasure as she smiled devilishly at me and that seemed to be all that it took and we were moving against one another, our bodies locked in a way that I never wanted to end.
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