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Post by HarleyMac on Nov 5, 2008 6:54:35 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 33;
Two and a half hours later;
Dylan’s POV;
The talents that this man possessed were like nothing I had ever felt. No man had ever made me feel the way he did. Refusing to untie me from the bed posts; he had firstly slammed his cock in to me and for an hour we had made love at an agonizing slow pace; his hips moving against mine so painfully slow.
The minute I had tried to increase the pace his hands were on my hips pinning me to the mattress; his cock driving painfully slowly in to my chamber; reaching so deep that I knew it should have hurt but all I could feel was blissful pleasure. Our bodies were caked in sweat as we seemed to know what to do to one another as his hands finally let go of my hips and I caught up to his pace.
Grinding together intensely seemed to have the heat increase until he was reaching for my legs and wrapping them around his thick powerful neck. The friction from the position was like nothing I had ever experienced; waves of intense pleasure drove through me with every gentle thrust that he delivered in to my aching pussy.
Then as if to drive me even further out of my mind; he lowered his body down a little further on to mine; causing my legs to stretch a little longer than what I was normally comfortable with.
But it was almost like this man knew how to make the pleasure over ride the pain until it was non existant. With complete control over my body he only let me cum when he wanted and we erupted in a wave so violent that I was sure that it rocked the world through to the very core.
Collapsing on the bed next to me; he had once again refused to untie me from the bed. I had watched as his eyes traveled over my panting frame. Refusing to let me come down from the high of my release; he used his hands to travel over every inch of my body before driving his fingers back inside me. Holding his head on his elbow; he watched my body as I became entangled in the pleasure that was simmering in the pit of my stomach. For the third time I came with such violent ferocity that I was sure I was loosing my mind.
Then as my third release seemed to crash down on me; leaving me panting and trying to get my breath under control but it seemed that he had other plans for me as he positioned himself back between my legs. Slowly he had removed my boots and threw them to the floor before spending twenty minutes kissing, licking and exploring every inch of my flesh; working me higher than anyone ever had before.
Then he had spent forty long glorious minutes going down on me, tasting every inch of my insides, pressing his talented tongue against every pressure point inside my aching pussy, dragging me towards release only to slide out of me and watch me trying to remain composed but failing miserably until he finally brought me to yet another mind blowing orgasm that had my eyes rolling back in to my head and a tired satisfied moan pierce through the otherwise silent room.
Which brought us to this moment, my eyes traveling over his frame as he untied the scarves from my wrists as he gently lifted each arm to his lips and tenderly kissed over the red marks that had been left by the silky satin constraints.
“You know I really should try to get some sleep but I want to talk...” He said collapsing down on to his side as I rolled to face him.
“Talk? Babe I am surprised that you don’t have a locked jaw by this point,” I replied shocked.
With Carmine; he always fell asleep straight after sex. Leaving me wide awake with just my thoughts for company. So to hear Jeff saying that he wanted to talk left me surprised to say the least.
“I’m serious DJ; I want to talk...” He replied his eyes burning in to mine.
“About?”
“Well firstly where the hell did you learn that thing with the the scarves?” He asked as his hand seemed to instinctively and absentmindedly run over my thigh lightly. The sensation coursing through me and calming me in ways that I hadn’t felt since being with Roy.
“I was with a guy...”
”Roy?” He asked. I didn’t know what it was but it seemed to me that Jeff seemed less put out about the fact that Roy and I had dated than Carmine had ever seemed.
“No this guys was long before I was famous,” I replied remembering however the fun that Roy and I used to have with the little game that I had just shared with Jeff. “I was...have you ever met someone and you know that you aren’t interested in them as a potential partner, that you know all you want is sex and nothing else, no strings, no feelings...just sex!?”
“Can’t say as I have no,” He admitted honestly his eyes watching me.
“That is what Jason was to me; I didn’t want a boyfriend, I didn’t want anything from him other than sex...we had been hanging out for a couple weeks, just letting the chemistry build high when he suggested that we have a little fun...”
“Was it exactly like what we just...?”
“There was a slight difference,” I admitted reaching for my smokes and handing him one before lighting my own.
“What was that?”
“It has never felt that amazing; the way you give head should...I have never felt so much pleasure...”
”Not even with Carmine?”
“Carmine doesn’t like my scarf game,” I admitted honestly.
However that didn’t mean that my fiance wasn’t a satisfying lover. In fact he was very satisfying but that didn’t also mean that, that took anything away from what I had just shared with Jeff.
“Why not?”
“Can we not talk about Carmine baby?” I gently touched his face.
“Of course!” He nodded his eyes watching me closely as he inhaled deeply on his cigarette. “I wanted...do you mind if I ask about the other men?”
“Of course you can; what do you want to know?”
“I guess the first one would have to be Kiefer,” He went straight for my favourite actor that I had been photographed with back in late 1999 as my career had just been starting to take off.
“Are you kidding...? That was a business meal; what the paparazzi didn’t catch in their photos was that there were six suits with us,”
“Business meal?” Jeff asked as his face slowly began to brighten with the early splattering of sunshine that was threatening to burst through the blinds.
“Yeah they were interested in getting me to play Kiefer’s daughter on 24,”
“You were offered that role?” He asked sounding impressed as I blushed heavily. “Why’d you turn it down?”
“I was already committed to something else,” I admitted. I really had been gutted because Kiefer Sutherland had been my favourite actor since I had seen him in The Lost Boys.
“That must have sucked,”
“It really did because we were getting along pretty well; there was a chemistry you know?” I admitted thinking back for a few moments. “But it wasn’t meant to be,”
“What about Chester Bennington?”
“That was just after Roy and I split up; we met at a charity event swapped numbers and spent three tempestuous months together,”
“Meaning?”
“Chester and I are too alike for what we had to last. We argued over everything, we fought over stupid little things...”
“Why did you stay together if...?” Jeff asked.
My mind took me back to why indeed we stayed together, it was pure and simple...sex. The passion between Chester and I had been off the chart, we hadn’t been able to control it and we hadn’t wanted to control it, so time and time again we would succumb to it.
Jeff's POV;
The far away look on her features told me exactly why they had stayed together. And nothing could have prepared me for the stabbing feeling at my heart.
“I was still trying to get past the fact that Roy and I were over, Chester’s marriage had just come to an end. You know going from being with someone who you loved so deeply to not being with them at all; was hard...I didn’t handle it too well...I just threw myself at Chester and vice versa,”
“What did you fight about?” I asked.
“Everything...the women he talked too, the men I talked too but mostly we argued about Roy,”
“Roy?”
“Yeah, Roy and I...even when we split we never...it wasn’t because we didn’t love one another; it wasn’t because of anything that either of us did; it was purely because we were working so much and just didn’t have the time to spend together,”
“That makes sense,”
“When we did split we still talked on the phone all the time and Chester just couldn’t deal with that,”
“So he was your rebound guy?” I asked watching her beautiful features closely as the smile swept over her lips curling them in to the most amazing smile that I had ever seen.
“That’s it exactly. It came to a head one night when Roy turned up at my apartment after getting off the road; Chester just lost it big time, we got in to a screaming match and I told him to leave and not to come back until he had grown up...”
“And instead of trying to work at it he started bad mouthing you in interviews?” I remembered reading an interview he had done shortly after they split up where he had said that Dylan had been cold and distant, that she had issues and she should seek some kind of help.
“Yeah that’s right,”
“But you were so dignified...you didn’t once...”
“Not to the press I didn’t,” She replied. “I called him after the first interview that he had done and cussed him out but it just seemed to make it worse so instead I complained to Roy and H,”
“It must have been hard not to lash back at him in interviews though?”
“Yeah it really was but I’ve never been one to share my private life with the media you know?”
“I know...I followed your career,”
“You did?” The shock was evident in her tone.
“Of course I did. I was...I am so proud of what you have accomplished. I’m proud of all that you have done with your life,”
“Thank you,” She blushed crimson.
“You’re welcome. So after Chester it was Christian Slater?”
“No I never dated Christian; we had been in the same club in New York; we bumped in to one another on the way out and that was the photos that the paparazzi got,”
“Stephen Dorff?”
“We had a couple of dates but nothing serious,”
”James Marsters?”
“Yeah I met him on the set of Angel, we dated for nearly a year before I found him in bed with someone else,”
”And then there really wasn’t anyone until you met Carmine right?”
“That’s right. I mean I went on dates, I had encounters but no one that I allowed permanently in to my life you know?”
“Can I ask why?”
“Why?” She asked scooting across the bed until her head was resting on my stomach; her gorgeous features looking up at me.
“Yeah why didn’t you let anyone in to your life, I mean it seems to me that there wasn’t a shortage of guys who would want...”
“I just needed time alone, I needed to get back to just being me. Every guy I have ever been with has been compared to two men...”
“Who?”
“Well one of them is Roy...Roy was always the most patient, most caring guy that I have...he got me, he understood the woman that I was becoming...”
“And the other guy?” I asked gently stroking her soft satin smooth hair.
“It was...you!”
“Me?” It was my turn to be shocked by her admission.
“Mmhmm. Jeff ever since I was twelve and discovered that I liked boys, you have been the one man that my feelings have been constant for,” She admitted, the truth shining through her dark eyes. “I couldn’t...that day when we kissed and you took off, I just...I couldn’t stay in Carolina thinking that you felt nothing for me, I needed to find my own way...I needed to get past what I felt but it didn’t matter how much time or distance I just couldn’t...”
“Baby, I am so sorry...I never wanted to...”
“I know you didn’t. It’s taken me a long time to realize that because for the longest time I tried to convince myself that you were the bad guy. It just hurt so bad, and a part of me has just never recovered...” Her voice trailed off in to nothing as my heart broke.
I had never wanted to cause her pain; all I had been trying to do was what I thought had been best. She had been so young, so innocent; I hadn’t wanted to be the one to strip her of that innocence; no matter how much I had wanted to be her first everything.
My Mom for the little that I remembered about her; had always said;
‘If you love something; let it go and if it comes back its truly yours; if not it was never yours to begin with!’
For ten long years I had thought that it wasn’t meant to be but here I was with her in my arms and truly believing that this was our time. All I had to do was get her to believe it, but that would take time, I had to earn her trust and that wouldn’t come easy.
“...Jeff you ok baby?” She asked her voice soft and concerned.
“I’m fine just thinking about fate...”
”Fate?”
“Yeah I think that us getting together...you coming back in to my life, being thrust together at work...it just feels like fate; like someone is trying to tell us something,” I admitted and once again my mind turned to my Mom.
For the past year give or take a few months, I had felt her presence so close to me, almost guiding me. I hadn’t said anything to anyone about my feelings but as I looked down in to the dark eyes of the woman who had haunted my dreams for the past ten years, I knew that she was the one that I could open up too.
“DJ!?”
“Mmm?”
“Do you ever feel...like your Dad is close?”
Looking up at me, her eyes burned in to mine, burning straight through my soul until I was sure that should you rip me open you would find her name singed in to my heart.
“All the time...stronger when it comes to work you know like when I went for auditions and lately whenever I get in to the ring,”
“Do you think that maybe...he and my Mom made this happen?”
“What? Me and you?” She asked and I nodded my head. “I think that its possible...it sure feels like we are being pushed together!”
We both slipped in to silence, my thoughts on my Mom wondering if she had indeed had something to do with me getting everything that I had ever wanted.
Was it possible that Gil; Dylan’s Father had something to do with it too?
My heart warmed at the thought; maybe just maybe if they were responsible, everything would work out, Shannon would be happy with it, Dylan’s friends would welcome me and Carmine would bow out gracefully.
My last thought stuck in my throat as I figured if he felt the way I did about her then there would be no way that he would bow out gracefully; because there was no way that I would.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Nov 5, 2008 11:12:48 GMT -6
Awww this was awesome!!! Glad they're "working things out" lol
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Post by HarleyMac on Nov 6, 2008 5:57:54 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 34;
Later that morning;
Claire’s POV;
H had knockd on my door an hour ago telling me that Shannon, Matt and Jeff had just left for their signing. After knocking on Dylan’s door to no avail, she had decided to come get the rest of us before going and waking our friend.
Jim and I had listened as she explained what had taken place in the bar, between Jeff and Edge, then finally Dylan and Edge, after Jim and I had left last night.
“Damn we missed all the fun,” Jim said from the bathroom where he was getting changed, so that we could go wake Roy and Corey before going and waking Dylan up.
“Yeah you did but I have to agree with Matt and Shan; I don’t think that, that is going to be the end of it!” H replied softly. “So I would say that there is going to be plenty more action for you to see,”
“I hope not! For Dyl’s sake; she doesn’t need it you know?” I stated as I stuffed my feet in to my boots as I looked at H.
I wanted to talk to Dylan before I voiced my thoughts but I was more than certain that something had happened between Dylan and Jeff; the chemistry between them in the bar last night had been far too different.
“I agree! But Edge is like a dog with a bone; once he sets his sights on something or someone; there is no way to change or stop the carnage from happening,” H informed us softly just as Jim walked back in to the room.
Even after being together for as many years as we had been; the sight of him could send my heart in to the kind of fit that I just couldn’t describe or control. Seeing him in his classic, snuggly fit jeans and white vest top that highlighted his defined upper torso. Jim wasn’t built like a wrestler but his physique had always managed to turn me on, in his powerful arms I always felt safe and nothing could change that feeling.
“Well we all know Dylan; she won’t fall for it...right?” He asked looking from H to me and instantly catching the way that I was looking at him; the smile adorned his handsome features without thought.
“I don’t know. I mean we all know that Dylan and Carmine are having problems; if Edge gets wind of that then he will use it...he’ll disect it until he has her believing that he is the one who can make her happy,” H explained the inner workings of the man named Edge aka Adam Copeland.
“Then the quicker we can get to Dylan the quicker we can get operation damage control underway,” I said getting to my feet knowing that if we didn’t go now the bigger the chance of me telling H that we’d meet them later and taking Jim back to bed.
After spending the majority of the night having sex and the better half of the morning going down on one another that I was already struggling to walk at a comfortable pace.
Jim sensing my predicament chuckled softly as he grabbed me and pulled me to him; his hands resting on either side of my face as his eyes burned in to mine; his soft full lips brushed over mine tenderly; an action that I had used to figure a man of his size wouldn’t be able to achieve.
“We both need time to recoup otherwise we will both be walking like cowboys...you really want Corey to pick up on that and start teasing?” He whispered in to my ear.
“Hell no! Ok let’s go,” I smiled up at his handsome features and becoming lost in his eyes.
The three of us moved along the hallway until we had gathered Roy and Corey and were in the elevator shaft traveling down one floor until we were moving along the hallway to Dylan’s room.
Corey rapped on the door loudly, which at first warrented no response until he kept on knocking in a continuous thunder of noise.
“Corey Todd Taylor; I swear to all my Gods; if you don’t stop trying to punch a hole in my door...” The door opened and the smile came to her face instantly. “Hey guys!”
“Hey my little love Goddess,” Corey pulled her in to a hug demanding her attention for the time being. From the minute he had opened his hotel room door he had been clearly in a hyper mood; bouncing on the balls of his feet, literally bouncing off the interior of the elevator. “How are you this afternoon?” He asked looking at his watch to see that it was half past midday.
“I’m good,” Dylan replied cautiously as she hugged the rest of us. “You?”
“I’m great gorgeous but I’m starved so shake it,” He announced falling on to the bed that was not made and there was no signs of a maid having been anywhere near the state of the entire room. “Did you sleep ok sugar?”
“It was...the best nights sleep...ever!” Dylan disappeared in to the bathroom leaving the bathroom door open.
“Get out! Really?” Corey tossed around on the bed until he was facing the bathroom door and watching his best friend inside.
“Mmhmm,” Came her reply.
“Ok what the hell is going on?” Jim asked from next to me where Roy and H were close looking just as confused as Jim and I.
“What do you mean?” Corey asked at the same time as Dylan from inside the bathroom.
“I mean the obvious code talk,” Jim said watching his oldest friend who stared at him blankly; no sign of anything secretive going on.
“No code talk man; Dylan just doesn’t sleep too well in strange surroundings...”
“Sure,” Jim sighed pulling me in to his side.
“It’s true big man,” Dylan replied coming in to the room having clearly been applying her eye make up. “When I stay at Corey’s I have to sleep in with him if Carmine isn’t with me,”
“I personally think that she wants a piece of the old Taylor sausage,” Corey piped earning him a wounding glare from his best friend.
“Why would I want to do that...? When you would most probably end up disappointing me like most of the other men in my life!”
“Ouch!” Roy chuckled from where he was stood to the right of Jim.
“I can see that good nights sleep hasn’t killed that sharp tongue any,” Corey mumbled as he jumped to his feet and pressed her to hurry up.
Eventually after some more playful jabbering between the two best friends we were on the way down to the front lobby where we could go in search of something to eat.
Corey wrapped Dylan up close and whispered in to her ear causing her to nod her head and whisper back. Normally this wouldn’t have raised an alarm but after the conversation up stairs, I knew that I wasn’t the only one left questioning what was really going on.
The six of us began to walk towards the restaurant when the desk clerk called out Dylan’s name.
“Yes?” She moved towards the desk as the clerk handed her what looked to be two dozen of her favourite colored roses; black and white. “Thank you,” She placed the bouquet in to my hands as she pulled the card from the arrangement.
“From anyone special?” Roy smiled as we all figured them to be from Carmine.
“Hang on,” She handed him the card which read; I love you xoxo. Pulling her phone from her jean pocket and dialing the number. “Hey it’s me...no shit I’m sorry...I just wanted to call and say thanks for the flowers...what...? Ok I will talk to you later,”
Hanging up she stared at the flowers for a few seconds before looking at us confused.
H's POV;
It had been a great night once the whole thing with Edge had been resolved and he had been escorted from the bar where we had been. Leaving us to enjoy the rest of our night.
Getting back to the hotel thankfully Corey had said that Jeff could share with him and Dylan had said that she wasn’t bothered with me spending the night with Shannon leaving her alone in her room.
Being with Shannon was like nothing I had ever experienced with a man before, the things that he made me feel, the way his body drove me straight past lust in to insanity. Desperation took over, hunger leaving me nothing but a slave to the things that Shannon inflicted on me.
I had of course been worried that being with Shannon would ruin the friendship that we had shared not to mention the friendship that I had with his little sister, who had been one of my best friends since we had been younger. I had been more than worried that Dylan wouldn’t have been happy with it but she had been nothing short of supportive.
Telling me that I had to go for it, if it was something that would forever be on my mind as what if, then I owed it to myself to at least see where it could go. And so far I had, had no regrets about my decision.
Shannon was the man that I had always been looking for, he was everything that I had ever hoped him to be, and there was not one thing about him that I would ever want to change. Slowly I could feel myself falling for him, the things that I had sworn I would never feel again after Mark and I had split up but it was there stronger than it had ever been.
“What’s wrong Dyl?” Corey was asking Dylan who looked confused more than anything else.
“The flowers...” She started but stopped seemingly trying to get her head around whatever was bothering her.
“Yes?” Roy asked as we all moved a little closer to her.
”They weren’t from Carmine,” She informed us reaching for the card and looking at it. “But how can that be...? The card says I love you; who else would ever...”
”Edge?” I asked watching my friend.
“Not a chance, even he isn’t that stupid,” Dylan admitted unable to keep the contempt that she felt towards the rated R superstar.
“A fan!?” Claire asked causing us to turn and look at her.
”Here’s hoping not!” I admitted knowing that if it were a fan then it meant that our friend possibly had a stalker.
“Why not...? Its better than Edge right?” Claire asked seemingly confused.
It was hard for people who weren’t famous to understand why someone famous wouldn’t want something like this from a fan. It would be different if it weren’t her favourite flowers because it would then mean it was harmless but the fact that the flowers were something that were her favourites said that whoever had sent these knew things about Dylan that not many people knew.
“It would be better than Edge yes if they weren’t my favourite flowers,” Dylan said and seeing that Claire couldn’t understand the difference, she went on to explain what I had been thinking about moments previously.
The six of us moved towards the hotel restaurant to have something to eat, Dylan taking the flowers from Claire’s hands and throwing them in to the trash can near the entrance to restaurant. However she kept the card in her hands and looked at it for a moment before slipping it in to the back pocket of her jeans.
We slipped in to conversation while Corey and Dylan seemed to distance themselves from us to talk amongst themselves. If I hadn’t thought that something was going on before I would think it now. Corey and Dylan were always off on their own talking together but never when we ate, we always stayed with in the group as we ate.
Before I had the chance to think about it too much my phone started to beep with a text message;
‘Hey beautiful lady; how are you feeling this afternoon? xoxo’
The smile was on my face before I could stop it, Shannon had left me to sleep in the morning, he was gone early and I had appreciated the long lie considering the night that we had shared.
‘I’m good handsome. How are you? Xoxo’
I sent my reply back and placed my phone to the table as I picked up the menu that the waitress had stepped in front of me; looking over what was on the menu for the lunch time rush, I let my mind wonder to all that I was feeling for my best friends big brother.
However I didn’t get long to think as a reply beeped from my phone;
‘I am so tired. I think I need some lovin’ to wake me up! Xoxo’
“What’s got you giggling like a school girl?” Jim asked me as Claire pointed out on the menu what he would like, or what she thought he would like since he didn’t speak German; he couldn’t tell what was written in front of him.
“I bet I know...” Roy chuckled softly. “Anything to do with a certain blond haired reject!?” He asked.
“Maybe,” I giggled softly pulling up a reply sheet on my phone and typed in my reply.
‘Some lovin’ really? You didn’t get enough last night? Xoxo’
“Awe you are just the cutest couple ever!” Roy chuckled as he nudged me once he had placed his order, which I got the distinct feeling was a random choice, because he didn’t seem to be able to talk German when he talked to the waitress.
“Oh stop it!” I giggled looking at him, remembering just how cute he and Dylan had been when they were together, their love for one another had known no bounds but as friends their connection was stronger than either of them had ever imagined it to be especially with the love that they had once shared.
“But why would I want to do that when it is clearly making you blush,” He chuckled flicking my chin softly.
I had always gotten along with Roy; he had always treated Dylan with nothing but love and respect, he had supported her from day one straight through to this day; their connection seemed to know no bounds.
“I used to like you!” I said looking at my phone as it started beeping once again.
Looking at Jim and Claire who were clearly lost in one another, Corey and Dylan lost in their conversation away from all of us, which left me and Roy alone to talk, which we hadn’t done in forever.
‘With you; there is never enough sweet thing! We’re just wrapping up here and we will be back at the hotel in about half an hour. Hope you’re feeling energized! Xoxo’
The blush took over my face before I could stop it as I thought about all that might happen when he got back, I could hardly wait.
‘I can’t wait. More energized than you know; missed you this morning! Xoxo’
“So I am guessing that you will be disappearing when Mr. Moore gets back to the hotel then?” Roy asked watching me as I placed my phone back to the table.
“Mmhmm, he wants to spend some alone time with me,” I smiled not really caring what anyone thought of what I felt for this man. It had taken us ten plus years for us to get to the right place for us to get together.
“I bet he does sugar,” Roy smiled. “So what do you think is going on with Dyl?” He asked me glancing across to where Corey and our friend was talking even more quietly.
‘You energized like the energizer bunny? I missed you too sweet thing; see you in a little bit. Xoxo’
The smile was spreading wider than I thought possible as I read the response that Shannon had sent back to me;
‘Mmm the energizer bunny ain’t got nothing on me big man. See you soon. Xoxo’
“Honestly I have no idea Roy; I know that she is struggling with her feelings for Jeff, and vice versa maybe the fact that they are being forced to work together is what is wrong you know?”
“You think that they will ever get together?”
“I have absolutely no idea dude; I can hope for it to happen ‘cos lets face it; Carmine ain’t the man he used to be towards Dylan,” I admitted.
It was true, the times when he had supported her no matter what seemed to be long gone as he picked at the fact that she had chosen a new career path, he wouldn’t come to a show; saying that he couldn’t watch her in the ring because he couldn’t bare the thought of her getting hurt.
If he would just stop being so stubborn about what he thought and just come to a show he would see that she was good, the chances of her getting hurt were the same as when she did her own stunts on CSI if not less.
“This is true...you know I would never say it to her at the moment but I am really beginning to hate him,”
”Me too dude,” I agreed honestly.
Both of us turned to the far end of the table where she was still sitting with Corey, talking and her arms waving as they always did when she talked about something that she felt passionately about.
I just hoped that she would figure out that she was meant to be with Jeff more than she was meant to be with Carmine and the same for Jeff, I didn’t like my cousins girlfriend, she was possessive and she seemed to pick at every little aspect of my cousins life; Jeff deserved better than that; they both deserved the love that they could share together.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Nov 6, 2008 9:40:50 GMT -6
OMG "some Taylor sausage"......
That had me in hysterics which was not too good since I'm in my school's computer lab!!!!
But OMG that was like the funniest line ever!!!!!!!!
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Post by HarleyMac on Nov 7, 2008 9:14:33 GMT -6
Since it is Friday and I won't be around for the weekend; here is two chapters. Hope you have a good one.
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 35;
Corey’s POV;
Seeing the smile on her beautiful features; the calmness in her posture and the satisfaction in her voice told me that she was more happy and content than she had been in the longest time. Lately with Carmine she had been constantly in a state of frustration with all that he had been saying.
Where I had once shared his concerns; I was now in a different state of mind; I knew that Dylan could indeed look after herself in that ring. My best friend was more than talented and she had the instincts that told me she could go far in this career if she chose to stay.
“So you said the best ever...does that mean better than porku punk over there?” I nodded my head in the direction of my friend and Dylan’s ex who was sat laughing with H.
I hadn’t know Dylan or Roy when they were a couple but I had seen the photos and heard the stories of how they were when they were together. From all accounts their love had been the real deal but for whatever reason fate tore them apart. But their friendship now was strong; their love was long gone replaced with pure platonic love.
Dylan had never been shy when it came to her expressing that Roy was indeed the best that she had ever had and vice versa. So her words this morning had shocked me. My best friend wasn’t a slut by any means, but she had her fair share of one night stands, encounters that had lasted a few weeks and then her long term relationships so it wasn’t like she had little experience to go from.
“Roy will always be...what we shared will always have a special place in my heart because he has...was the only boyfriend that I have ever had who supported me and loved me unconditionally you know? He was always the one I believed would help me get past Jeff...but it wasn’t meant to be and now I am left wondering if there was a reason for that. But yeah Jeff was...he is...what we shared blew me away; I never thought that I would ever have such mind blowing, rewarding sex; I mean look at me I can’t stop smiling,”
“I can see that. You look like you slept with a hanger in your mouth!” I chuckled giving her a wink as she fixed me with a look that I instantly recognized. “Ok you need me to be serious friend not prankster friend; what’s on your mind?”
“I don’t know what the hell I am doing Corey. I mean I love Carmine; hell I wouldn’t have said yes to marrying him was I not in love with him but this thing with Jeff it’s so strong and no matter how hard I try to fight it; I can’t fight him and what I feel. I’m in way over my head and there doesn’t seem to be anyway to fight it,”
“Your point?” I asked softly becoming grateful that this particular hotel allowed smoking in the selected section we had occupied as I handed her a cigarette, which she lit up and inhaled deeply.
“Last night after we...well you know. We talked...”
“He talks after sex? Damn he’s giving the rest of us a bad name!” I dramatized getting a giggle from her. “Ok so what did you talk about?”
“It’s weird but do you remember me telling you about my Dad and how sometimes I feel him close?” She asked me. Ever since I had known her, she had talked about feeling her Dad close to her especially when it came to her career.
“Yeah I remember sweetheart,”
“Jeff without knowing that admitted to me that he feels his Mom close too; we got to talking and wondering if somehow they were responsible for us...you know getting together,”
“I think that its possible. I mean anyone who knows the two of you can see that you two are meant to be together...”
”God I am going to hell!” She muttered resting her head in to her hands and sighing heavily.
“Why would you say something like that Dyl?”
“I’m engaged to Carmine and I’m screwing someone else...isn’t that a blatant breaking of one of the ten commandments?”
“Since when do you believe in anything to do with the bible?” I chuckled reaching my hand to her back and rubbed supportively over the lower portion.
Dylan had her own personal take on religion; she didn’t believe in the bible because it was written by man, which in her eyes made it infalible. She believed in Jesus; believed that he was murdered but she didn’t believe that he came back from the dead; because she believed if that were really possible then it would have happened again throughout history.
“I don’t; I just know that what I am doing is wrong and there seems to be nothing to stop it from happening. One look at him and I can’t deny myself what I have always wanted,” Slowly her head lifted and her eyes met mine where it was more than clear to see her confliction.
“Dylan you need to stop being so hard on yourself. I know you and I know that you will do the right thing in the end ‘cos that is just who you are. It’s just that after all you and Jeff have been through you are being cautious and no one can blame or condemn you for that. I know that deep down in here...” Gently pressing my finger to her heart. “you know who you’re going to end up with!”
“You know that I love you right?” She asked her dark soulful eyes burning in to mine.
“That I do angel and right back atchya,” I smiled reaching in and kissing her forehead softly; just as the restaurant doors burst open; Matt, Shannon and Jeff spilled in to the room demanding the attention of the room.
The latter seemed to find us instinctively and began to stride towards us; his own demeanour as relaxed and happy as Dylan’s. Telling me that in the long run my best friend would be much better off with Jeff than with Carmine.
“Hey lover boy!” I said as he sat down in front of Dylan and I, taking the opportunity to place his hand on her leg since he was hidden from view by me and the object of his affection.
“Hey Corey,” His eyes glanced at me before being drawn to Dylan. “Hey beautiful,”
“Hey you,” Her response shy and it wasn’t a quality that I was used to seeing on her. Dylan was always so controled and poised that seeing her vulnerable side reminded me that my best friend was only human.
“What’s going on?” Jeff asked fighting with everything inside him to look out of her eyes but failing miserably.
“We were just talking about the sex capades that took place last night,” I grinned as Dylan snapped her head to look at me giving Jeff a moments peace.
"We so were not!" Dylan said turning back to Jeff who chuckled softly.
“It’s ok DJ; I know that being with you means that Corey is going to be a huge part of my life and I’m ok with that,”
“And now you definitely have my seal of approval,” I smiled as the man before me blushed.
It seemed to me that Jeff got it; he could see that what Dylan and I shared was unconventional sure; but it was a deep rooted friendship. It was a friendship that both of us had agreed we would never give up for anyone. And it was a friendship that I valued more than anything I had ever had with anyone before.
Carmine in the beginning had tried to come in between us; because he couldn’t handle the fact that his girlfriend was so close to another man. Scarlett; my ex-wife, had been incessed at the friendship I shared with the beautiful actress but neither of them had anything to worry about when it came to what was between Dylan and I. There had never and would never be anything but this deep friendship.
“Thanks man,” Jeff chuckled.
I half listened as Dylan asked Jeff if he knew anything about the flowers that had been sent to her this morning. I knew that for as much as she tried to say that it hadn’t freaked her out, it had. It had freaked me out knowing that Carmine hadn’t sent them, I knew that she wanted to ask Jeff if he had sent them before she truly started to freak.
So when he clearly had no idea what she was talking about; we both looked at one another and came up with the same conclusion...Dylan had a stalker!
Jim's POV;
I had watched as Jeff made a beeline straight for Corey and Dylan where he was instantly included in the conversation that the two friends had been having. I concentrated on the movement of Jeff’s lips as he talked but either Corey or Dylan would bop their head in the way causing me to only catch snippets of what he was saying.
Ever since Slipknot had made our first appearance at the Download festival God knows how long ago now; I had been able to read lips after I had made the rookie mistake of standing next to one of the large amplifiers that were placed next to Joey’s drum riser. I had been left deaf for a total of seven days, which meant that I had quickly learned how to lip read.
It was a skill that served me well especially in communicating on stage with the band members of both Slipknot and Stone Sour. Or in communicating with Claire who was at every gig that we played with either group.
My mind gave up on trying to figure what was going on at the other end of the restaurant as my thoughts turned to Claire. My Claire; the one woman who had all the power in the world over me. Everything that we shared as a couple never failed to amaze me. The deep rooted connection, the raw passion or the powerful emotion; it was all there; ours for the taking.
My friends loved her, my Family loved her to bits and the fans accepted and respected us and what we had. With all of that; the amazing career that I had and the life that I had; it made me the luckiest man in the world, I knew that much.
With that said; I had absolutely no regrets or nerves about spending the rest of my life with Claire. I did however have nerves about changing what we had now to marriage; but I figured that to be natural. I wasn’t a stupid man; I knew that everyone got a little nervous when it came to getting married and I wasn’t foolish to think that my nerves were ever anything to do with my feelings towards my girl.
My eyes landed on Matt as he watched the trio across the room. The same questions that had marked Claire’s, H’s, Roy’s and my own eyes since Corey and Dylan had met up this morning.
“So did you guys have a good signing this morning?” Claire asked resting in to my embrace.
I had never been able to explain the fact that whenever she wasn’t in my arms, I would feel an ice cold freeze setting in throughout my body. I had questioned it in the beginning of our relationship but now I just figured that it was my body’s way of telling me that she was indeed the one.
“Yeah it was crazy; but good none the less!” Shannon replied claiming his girl in to his arms as Matt tore his eyes away from his brother and my friends.
“Crazy!?” H asked resting in to him.
Just watching them together it was more than obvious that they were meant to be together. You only had to be in their presence for five seconds to see their love and connection.
“Yeah the line of fans nearly wrapped around the entire building. The shop owner said he’d never seen anything like it before; he said that it reminded him the time he had seen The Beatles in London,” Matt explained.
“Awe really? That is kinda cute...” H giggled as her head rested on to her man’s shoulder.
“No what was cute was that there were a couple guys asking for you and Dylan!” Matt chuckled as he picked at the left over bacon on H’s plate.
“Oh really!?” The girl in question laughed a little louder as she buried her head in Shannon’s chest clearly embarrassed.
Both H and Dylan found it hard to understand why so many men would willingly give their souls to get close to them and Dylan certainly couldn’t see what those men saw in her but they were both equally embarrassed by it when it happened.
“Seems that you two are more popular that anyone could have predicted you to be,” Claire smiled.
“I’d say! Some of the fans had even made their own t-shirts,” Matt announced as the waitress came over and took the orders from the new arrivals then moved over to where Jeff, Dylan and Corey were still sat talking. “So what’s been going on here?”
“Well it seems that Dylan may have a stalker,” I said finally injecting myself in to the conversation.
“What? How? Who?” Shannon instantly asked, his concern for his younger sister evident and instant.
H and Roy explained the events that had taken place when we got down to the lobby earlier. How Dylan had called Carmine to thank him for the flowers only to be informed that the flowers weren’t from him.
“Dylan!” Shannon called out to his sister.
“What!?” She called back as she turned and looked at her older brother.
“Get your ass over here!”
“I’m having a conversation over here brother!”
“I don’t give a rats ass what you are doing over there; you could be giving head to the president...just get over here now!” Shannon demanded and I could hear a few giggles coming from some of the women diners who were littered around the room.
The sound of Dylan sighing reached us where we were sat as she got to her feet.
“And you can stop with the attitude little Miss thing!” Her brother scolded her causing her face to brighten, which was something that I wasn’t used to seeing on her.
Dylan took orders from no one, she didn’t do what people told her too, she didn’t let anyone have control over her but it was clearly obvious that her big brother was most probably the only person who had ever managed to get her to do as he said.
“What!?” She snapped coming to a stop behind him as Corey and Jeff took seats next to where we were all sat.
Corey gently pulled her down on to his lap and held her close while she glared at her brother, clearly pissed that he had interupted her conversation and embarrassed her in front of a entire room full of strangers.
“When exactly were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what exactly!?” She asked cautiously as her entire body tightened in Corey’s arms.
“About the flowers this morning...God did you go shopping in the stupid store or something?” He asked reaching for her hand. “What is going on? Who sent them?”
”Well normally that is why they call them stalkers...’cos you don’t know who they are,” Dylan replied her body relaxing once again.
”We are going to have to...”
”Just leave it be!” Dylan finished for her brother who refused to look away from her.
“Dylan you can’t be...”
”I can be however I chose to be and I chose not to let this...whoever it is get to me. I won’t let anyone see that whatever little mind game they are pulling is bothering me or getting to me in anyway! I will not let something like this rule my life Shan!”
“But this could be anyone; he or she could be a maniac...”
“You’re right they could be; they could be mentally deranged...Shannon its all could be’s; I am not changing my life or who I am because someone can’t seperate real life from a fantasy that they live in,”
Dylan wasn’t a stupid girl, she knew that at the moment this ‘stalker’ hadn’t really over stepped any marks, she knew that while she was with her friends and Family she was in no real danger, if it got worse, if it got to the point where she feared for her life then she would do something about it.
“You’re insufferable!” Shannon commented causing the entire table to erupt in to laughter. “What y’all laughing at? She really is insufferable.”
“We know brother! That is why we are laughing,” Corey said earning him a swat of Dylan’s hand on his chest as she snuggled in to him a little deeper. “What? You know it’s true sugar,”
“Doesn’t mean that I like hearing people saying it about me,” She pouted causing everyone to laugh a little harder as Corey copied her movements pouting back at her sarcastically his eyes rolling causing her to giggle softly.
However the moment was disturbed as Edge came gliding in to the room, demanding the attention of the room in much the same way as Matt, Jeff and Shannon had done when they had come back about half an hour ago.
Jeff, Corey, Roy and Shannon instantly were tensing up, getting ready to jump to Dylan’s defense should she need it but they should also know more than anyone that out of everyone Dylan was the one least likely to need a man to jump to her defense and the least likely to appreciate it.
Dylan was stubborn, she was insufferable just like Corey and Shannon had just divulged but she was tough, she knew how to look after herself, she knew her limits and when she needed help she would ask for it and seeing her now she clearly didn’t feel threatened by the rated R superstar who glared at Jeff and Corey then turned and smiled directly at Dylan causing Corey to almost jump from his seat with her still in his lap.
The laugh came from Adam instantly as Dylan placed her hand on Corey’s chest and talked softly to him as she completely ignored the man who was obviously intent on causing problems.
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 36;
Des Moines; Iowa;
A few days later; Corey’s House;
Dylan’s POV;
Lying in the bed of my room in my best friends home. I was thankful that Corey had suggested that he take everyone out to lunch. I had made the excuse that I needed to call Carmine and make up after yet another arguement that we had, had a couple of days ago.
Jeff had complained that he had a headache and needed to get rid of it before the show tonight. Since it was going to be a televized show; the segment that he was taking part in was going to take its toll on him. And I knew that he just wanted to spend some alone time together.
My phone beeped just as my bedroom door opened and just like sun rise he brightened the room just by his powerful and demanding presence.
“They’ve gone!” He smiled moving to the bed as I opened my phone to read the text that my best friend had sent.
‘Have fun kids! But keep ur phone on n’ I’ll text u when we’re on way back. Luv u C xoxo.’
“We’re finally alone,” I smiled feeling the need in me growing as his arms captured me. We had tried to get together over the past few days but whenever Shannon had wanted H to spend the night with him in his room, Matt had jumped in and said that Ashley would share with me; and Jeff could then share with him.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Ashley; she seemed to be a nice enough girl and it was clear that she was as in to Matt as he was in to her but I would just as much of preferred to share with Jeff.
“God I missed you Dylan,” He growled as his lips devoured mine desperately in a hungry kiss that I couldn’t fight had I even wanted to.
We had left Germany the same night as Corey, Roy, Claire and Jim had left. We had a show in Paris the following night where once again someone had sent me the same bunch of flowers and the same card. And once again, I kept the card but threw the flowers in the trash can. Only to have to repeat the process in London a couple of days later.
“I missed you too,” I purred breathlessly as we began ripping at one anothers cloths; wasting no time in getting naked.
Our bodies panted desperately; our hands roaming each others flesh as our lips crashed together in a kiss so powerful that I couldn’t wait to have him. Quickly pushing him on to his back, I straddled his frame.
Looking over his impressive body; seeing the light scattering of chest hair that appeared golden against his bronzed flesh. The feel of him panting as his own eyes seemed to sweep over my frame.
“Tell me you want me?” I whispered in to his ear as I let my body lower down on to his; my breasts rubbing against his chest.
“I want you!” He growled letting his head sink back in to the pillow as I straightened up in to a sitting position.
Our eyes locked on to one another’s as I slowly slid my hips down over his large thick, hard shaft. Both of us sighing and growling from the sensation of his dick becoming embedded deep inside my simmering furnace.
The feel of him throbbing against every pressure point inside me felt so amazing that I couldn’t seem to find the strength to move as I could feel myself becoming more and more turned on. I was literally dripping from the throbbing sensation of his cock.
My head seemed to rush from the emotions that this man managed to stir inside me without effort; I was so lost in my feelings that nothing seemed able to bring me back from him and the consuming feeling that had started to yearn in the pit of my stomach.
Jeff's POV;
The pulsating of her pussy encompassed the entire length of my shaft; and it was causing me to grunt and growl desperately as the feeling seemed to go straight for my head making me feel like I was high.
“Baby...please!” I begged running my hands over her delicious frame. There was nothing about this woman that I didn’t find attractive. I was so lost in her that there seemed to be no coming back from the places that she was taking me or from the feelings that she had whipped up inside me. “Move...I need...I want to feel you fucking me!” I pleaded desperately as her head fell to the side questioningly.
The smile started to curl her lips up in to the sexiest sight that I had ever seen; her beautiful dark eyes sparkling with a seductive tint. Slowly her hips began to move; painfully slow thrusts began to sink further and further down on to my dick.
My eyes moved over her milky white flesh; the firmness of her breasts as they seemed to bounce hypnotically as her hips continued on a slow destructive motion; her intention clear with every passionate thrust. The sight of her stomach tensing as her breath came in the same short laboured gasps that I was trying to catch.
My eyes landed on her pussy gyrating on my cock, swallowing every inch of me to release me; there was something strangely hypnotic about watching my dick slide in and out of her at the pace she had set.
Then movement caught my eye and I could do nothing but watch as her hands ran through her long dark satin smooth hair; right down to the very tips and across her chest until she was curling her hands around her breasts; her long talented fingers flicking over the erect buds. My body lay frozen from the arousal that she had stirred inside.
Soft moans filled with pleasure escaped her ruby red lips pulled me back to the present. My eyes moving back to her pussy sliding up and down the entire length of my shaft turning me on more than I had ever felt in my life, my hands slid up her naked frame as my body seemed to come back from the lost state it had been in for the past ten long years.
My hands sheilded her own and for a few moments she allowed me the pleasure of touching her, taking pleasure from my touch, the moans came from her almost as if she were incapable of stopping them.
“Uh-uh!” She purred turning her hands around so that they were suddenly sheilding mine and pulling them away from her sweat drenched flesh. “No touching...” She purred looking in to my eyes as I gave her a wounded look. “at least not yet,” She pinned my hands above my head.
The movement brought her body crashing down on top of my own; causing my eyes to lose vision of her pussy, and the way she rocked against my shaft, the seductive movement in her defined hips. But the feel of her breasts caressing over my chest seemed to fill the hunger for the time being until it was all too much to handle and my eyes were beginning to close from the intense pleasure of being dominated by this woman.
“Stay with me lover,” She whispered in to my ear before lifting her breasts to my face; her movements presice and more than a little confident. The feel of her nipple dragging across the flesh of my lips; snapped my eyes open and watched her; slowly opening my mouth and dragging the tempting nipple in to my mouth.
Licking and swirling my tongue around my mouth; caused her body to lose its rhythm for a mere second before she pulled away and out of my mouth but not before I managed to nibble lightly on the bud causing her to moan out a little louder. Then she was back down on to my chest; her breasts rubbing over my flesh driving me crazy with a hunger to over power her, flip her on to her back and literally screw her down on to the bed.
Looking in to her powerful eyes I decided to see where she was taking this before taking control, I watched as she slowly began to sit back up in to her sitting position giving me a deeper penetration that caused my own body to break out in to sweat beads and my breath to all but fail me; as my eyes once again landed on her pussy; moving slickly up and down my dick with such derived confidence that my body was aching for more.
Dylan's POV;
I wasn’t stupid; I could see his eyes watching my pussy as I slid up and down his cock with a expertise that seemed to be driving him crazy.
I loved the power that he let me have over him, I loved the fact that he wasn’t afraid to be dominated when all Carmine really liked was the missionary position and he hated to be dominated that much was certain.
Grinding down on to the entire length of Jeff’s shaft with a little more force but no increase in pace had him groaning out incoherently once again; telling me that I had him right where I wanted him. I had the one man I had fought so hard against having, I had tried to deny it all but in the end I had known that I was just hurting myself in the long run.
Giving in to him, giving in to the things that I had always felt had left me feeling calmer than I had ever felt before and I knew that I was so lost in Jeff that in the end someone was going to get hurt and I just prayed that it wasn’t going to be me.
Pushing all thoughts of responsibilities out of my head as I drove down a little harder on him causing his eyes to meet my own for a few moments, letting me know that he was ok with the force I was using then slowly they slid straight back down to my pussy; the smile coming to my face as a thought occured to me on how I could drive him absolutely insane with hunger.
“Mmmm Jeff,” I moaned catching his attention once again; I slid my finger in to my mouth and sucked on it for a few moments.
Seeing the desired effect sparking as he swallowed a little harder; I slid my finger from my mouth as I kept my hips rocking against his dick, slowly trailing my finger down the centre of my body circling around my Tigers eye belly bar and I could see that I really had his attention as his hips started to rock towards my own rubbing his cock so deep that I could feel the tension building inside me.
“You like when I do this!?” I purred my tone seductive as I slid my finger down a little further until I was lightly grazing over the top of pussy.
Jeff's POV;
Good fucking God what the fuck was she trying to do to me? I could do nothing but nod my head to her question, my voice was completely out of commission at this moment in time.
Slowly her finger inched closer to her opening; my breath was becoming more shallow as I swallowed that little bit harder as she rubbed over the outside of her pussy as still she moved her hips in time to my own; refusing to allow me to quicken the pace; she was completely in control and there was nothing that I could do to stop it from happening.
“You want to help me out here lover?” She purred her tone seductive and leaving me unsure if this was a trick.
If I said yes would she stop doing what she was doing?
If I said no would she stop doing it?
“Fine!” She purred slowly sliding her finger in to her chamber and I was one hundred percent grounded in the moment, unable to move, unable to do anything but let the arousal rise in me to the point where I sticking my finger in to her mouth; getting it moist she sucked it deep in to her mouth and moaning out softly.
Gently sliding out of her firey mouth, I followed the path that she had made moments earlier, only I did it a hell of a lot quicker than she had.
“Mmmm Jeff,” She purred resting her free hand back on to my legs giving me a better view of her pussy devouring my cock and of her fingers sliding in to her glistening slit. “Baby you’re so big,” She panted as my eyes caught sight of her swollen clit from the seemingly impossible angle that she managed to get herself in to.
“Fuck Dylan you’re so wet!” I grunted plunging my finger deep inside her gliding straight past her own as two more of my own slid inside her.
Heat and juices encased the entire length of my fingers as I dove deep until I was literally pressing against my cock. Moan after moan escaped her parted full plump lips as she still managed to rock against my dick with such force that I was in danger of shooting my load deep inside her before I got the chance to get her as worked up as she made me.
Dylan's POV;
I could barely stand the pleasure that seemed to shoot through every vein and pleasure point in my body. Sweet Jesus his long talented fingers dove deeper and deeper until I could literally feel him pressing against his cock as he stayed firmly buried inside me.
“Jeff, Jeff...oh God baby...fuck I want to feel you deeper!” I panted out desperately.
“Let me show you how you can,” He growled placing his free hand on my hip; he turned this session straight to speed and accuracy as he seemed to know that the faster we moved against one another the deeper I would feel him. Moan upon moan escaped me without thought. “That better baby?”
“Mmmmm!” My head fell back as I let go and gave all of myself completely to him; giving him my heart, my body and my soul.
Jeff's POV;
As soon as I ground deeper inside her; her head fell back and I had felt the shift in her, I had felt her complete submission, which I had thought I had felt before but it was nothing like this.
I could quite literally feel her give all of herself to me, everything about her was being offered to me by way of passion and nothing could have prepared me for the easiness in which I was willing to accept it.
Watching her body in the throws of passion, watching the way she just let go of all the tension of the past few days and just allowed herself to feel all that was growing between us seemed to ignite a fire so deep inside me that I could barely contain myself.
Slowly sliding my fingers to her swollen clit, as I felt my explosion nearing, I ground my fingers on to her swollen bud and was rewarding to the sight of her swallowing harder so I pressed a little harder against the nub of pleasure and was rewarded to her squirming until I pressed a little harder and her movements moved faster and harder against my cock.
An eruption of violent constrictions gripped my cock and fingers as her release spilled down my hand and out on to my stomach as she let completely go.
“Look at me DJ!” I grunted pushing up in to her harder and faster; drawing it higher and higher for her until her head snapped back to look in to my eyes and all I could see was pure unbridled satisfaction as her pussy convulsed in wave after wave of what appeared to be pure ecstasy.
Just watching the way her face contorted in to pleasure seemed to have my own explosion shooting out of my cock in long jets of spray that had my body shooting up in to a sitting position and pulling her body hard against me.
“Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Ddddyyyylllllaaaaannnnnn!” I growled out of me.
Sweat passed between our bodies as her legs slipped around my waist and hooked together; her hips rising and falling down on to my cock; slamming down caused the stars to spark madly in front of my eyes until I was quite literally drained of energy.
My tongue seemed to wrap tightly around her name and seemed to flow from my lips in a way that had never felt so right before. Her name seemed to not only be flowing from my mouth but it seemed to be tattooed to my heart; I just couldn’t rid myself of her and I didn’t want too.
I always wanted to feel this way about her, I always wanted to be lost in her, I always wanted her with me and that was why I had to finish my relationship with Beth because I couldn’t be with one woman while another held my heart in her hands.
Slowly our writhing bodies seemed to come to a shuddering stop at the same time until all that was left was our frames, panting and taking comfort from one another in a way that I hadn’t felt with anyone before. Not even Beth.
No I was definitely making the right decision; Dylan had always been the one who had my heart; and no matter how much time or distance she had put between us; it hadn’t changed that fact.
Who ever was responsible for us getting together; whether it was cosmic or just a coincidence, I didn’t much care, all that mattered was giving all of myself to her just like she had done to me moments previously while lost in the throws of the passion that we always seemed to have between us.
Even ten years ago, I had felt the promise of the kind of passion that we could have had but now that we were both older it seemed to me that the feeling had just grown and there was no way that I was going anywhere this time.
And if that meant that I had to fight for her then so help me God Carmine was about to have a fight on his hands because loosing her now that I knew all that we could have just wasn’t even an option.
Dylan was going to be with me, I was going to spend the rest of my life proving my love to her, because in this moment, the clarity after such amazing sex, when I looked in to her eyes I knew that the love I had once felt for her was still there and it was stronger than ever and I had no means to fight it anymore.
I had nothing to get in my way of getting everything that I had ever wanted and it was time I wrapped both hands around it and took it.
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Post by HarleyMac on Nov 11, 2008 4:54:27 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 37;
A couple of hours later;
Dylan’s POV;
We had given each other everything that we had inside us; our bodies becoming too drained to be able to continue with the intense way we had been coming together over and over for the past couple of hours since we had been left alone.
We collapsed down on to the floor where we had stumbled as we had come together for the fourth time. My breath continued to come to me in short laboured gasps that I just couldn’t seem to get under control.
Over the past two hours I had been on my back twice, once missionary and once for oral, I had been in doggy style position and finally I had been literally thrown against the wall as Jeff’s dominate side seemed unable to stay buried for a moment longer. It just felt like we couldn’t get enough of one another no matter how many times we came together.
“You’re amazing!” Jeff groaned as we both panted trying in desperate vain to get back in to some kind of control.
“You’re not too bad yourself lover,” I replied turning on to my side and propping myself up on to one elbow; getting lost in the structure of his handsome features.
“What!?” He asked after I had been watching him for a few moments.
“I just can’t believe that...”
“What!? That we’re finally here?” He turned so that we were face to face and I could see that he was as flushed as I was. “It’s ok to admit it princess, I feel the same. I mean I watch you every day and sometimes I have to pinch myself to remind me that I’m not dreaming you know?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me absolutely anything angel,” He tenderly brought his hand to my face and wiped the hair behind my ear.
“When you kissed me ten years ago...how did you really feel about me? I mean I’ve talked about how I felt but I have no idea of how you felt,”
“I don’t know when or how it happened but one day I looked at you in that ring in our back yard, and I just didn’t see you as my best friend’s kid sister anymore. I saw you as the amazing young woman that you seemed to become over night!”
“It wasn’t over night Jeff,” I admitted.
”I know that now! Looking back I had seen it happening but I had been so wrapped up in my own stuff that I didn’t truly see you as anything other than the kid sister of my best friend,”
“So what changed?” I asked resting my head in to my hand and looking down at him. Seeing his majestic eyes sparkling as he let his mind cast back ten years.
“It’s stupid,” He said turning his head away from me.
“Hey,” Hooking my thumb under his chin and feeling the bristles from his uniquely shaved beard scratching at my flesh; I slowly turned his head to look at me. “It can’t be stupid if it made you see me the way that I saw you,”
“I don’t know it’s pretty...”
“Just tell me,” I pressed as I gently poked his ribs causing him to squirm and chuckle. “Do you surrender?”
“Ok you were in the ring begging one of us to spot you doing a shooting star. I could see that you were really eager to give it a shot but I could see that Shannon and Matt were reluctant to let you do it but I said that we should at least let you try...you ran to me so quick that I really have no idea how we stayed upright but you kissed my cheek and your breasts rubbed against me...”
”Oh my God you were a perv,” I giggled.
“Hey,” He growled quickly reaching out to me and tickling me until I was squirming around on my back, giggling and trying to breathe at the same time doesn’t work too well. I could feel his body coming to a rest half on me and half on the hard wood floor where we had collapsed too exhausted to even make it to the bed. “Do you have any idea how hard it was...?”
“As hard as it is now!?” I purred as I smiled reaching my hand gently to his cock.
“You can’t possibly want more sex!” He groaned as the hand that he had rested on my stomach lightly traced circles around my belly button.
“No I am just trying to lighten the mood baby,” My hand ran up his arm; trailing around the intricate detail of the full arm root tattoo until my hand was resting just under his chin. My eyes drowning in the powerful pull of his own.
“You do know that I didn’t want to run that day we kissed right?”
”I didn’t at the time. I mean I was fourteen; I couldn’t see past anything but the kiss and how you just left me sitting there...”
“I’m so sorry baby,”
“No Jeff don’t ever feel like you have to say sorry to me. You let me...you gave me my life; I can’t be mad at that...”
“I don’t understand,”
“If I had stayed; if you hadn’t ran off, I would have stayed and I wouldn’t be where I am right now; I wouldn’t have this life or these friends and I have you to thank for that,”
We reached for the faux fur blanket that was bunched at the bottom of my bed and wrapped it around us; both of us too exhausted to get up and move to the bed. Jeff’s long strong arms wrapped tightly around me and pulled me gently against his frame where we just lay not talking.
There was no need for words between us; we both now knew how we had felt and still feel. Where the silence between us had once been awkward it was now calm and relaxing. My eyes slowly began to close as his fingers lightly traced back and forth over my lower back.
My mind began to shut down and I could feel my body slipping towards sleep just as my phone started to beep with a text message.
”That’ll be Corey!” I mumbled as I reluctantly got up and moved to my nightstand and opened my phone.
‘Ok kids I couldn’t hold ‘em back ne longer; will b with u in ‘bout 10 mins! C xoxo’.
“We need to get dressed they are almost here,” I said straightening out the bed as Jeff got to his feet and pouted at me. “Awe baby I know that you don’t want too but we both know that this is the way it needs to be for now right?”
“Of course, it doesn’t mean that I have to like it though,” He complained as he pulled his jeans from the seemingly neat pile where he had stripped out of them a couple of hours ago.
“I don’t like it either handsome but it is what it is for the moment,” I smiled reaching down to the floor for the blanket and placed it back on the bed ensuring that it didn’t look like anything had gone on here other than me lying in here by myself.
“Tonight is gonna be tort...” He started to say just as the doorbell rang. “Fuck...! Ok I will get that you finish up in here beautiful,” He strode to me; wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me desperately before letting me go and leaving me more than a little dishevelled by the kiss.
“Evil!” I called after him only to be rewarded to the sound of his chuckle.
Pulling my cloths back on, I straightened out my appearance before pulling my bedroom door open and stepping out in to the hallway of Corey’s bungalow home. As I entered the living room, my eyes fell on Jeff stood at the doorway; his hand on the door arguing with the person on the other side to take it back, we didn’t want it.
Just as I started to move towards the door, Matt, Ashely, Shannon, H, Claire, Jim, Roy and Corey stumbled in through the small crack that Jeff had left open.
Matt's POV;
If Jeff thought that I wasn’t suspicious of something going on with him and Dylan then he was more stupid than I would have given him credit for. For the past week I had watched the looks between them, the hushed conversations that they seemed to slip in to.
Every time I tried to involve myself in said conversations, I was told they weren’t talking about nothing special and both would take off leaving me standing wondering what the hell was going on.
I had even pushed Ashley in to sleeping in the same room as Dylan in the hope that since my brother then had to share with me he would open up but nothing. It was almost as if he were in a mood; he’d come in to the room, slam the ensuite door get ready for bed and turn off the light without speaking one word to me.
Standing in the living room, with our friends and Family, I watched as Dylan moved to the door and place her hand on Jeff’s bare back; an action that seemed to leave him shivering in the process.
“It’s ok Jeff,” She said softly looking at the delivery man who had yet again another bunch of her favourite flowers in his hand. “I don’t want them, take them back to wherever you came from and tell them to give them to someone who does want them,”
“I can’t do that,”
”Why not!?” Dylan asked in disbelief.
“I was told that I had to ensure that you accepted them,” He said clearly embarrassed by having to stand and be chewed out by the beautiful actress.
”Well that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard, I don’t want them! Just put them in a bin somewhere,” She went to close the door in his face.
”Please Miss. I am just doing my job...if I don’t make sure that I deliver them I am gonna get sent home for the day and I can’t afford that,” He begged and I could see that Dylan was relenting. It was just her way, if she could help someone out then she would do it no matter what.
“Ok hang on two seconds,” She turned and strode in to the living room where she grabbed her wallet and moved back to where he was stood as she rooted inside. “Here that should cover your days work,” She handed over two hundred dollars. “Now can you throw them in the trash?”
“For two hundred bucks lady, I can do anything you want,” He smiled brightly causing her to giggle softly. “Thanks!”
“You’re welcome just make sure they go in the bin yeah?”
“You got it!” He replied turning and leaving Jeff and Dylan stood in the doorway watching as he retreated back to his truck.
They both stood there for a few moments before deciding to turn and head back in to the safety and privacy of Corey’s house.
“Dyl this is getting beyond ridiculous,” Shannon said from where he was stood with H wrapped up in his arms; his posture tense as he thought about all the bunches of flowers that had been delivered to Dylan over the course of the past week.
“I know!” She sighed resting back against the door and running her hands through her hair.
I however, was watching Jeff and I could see him fighting everything inside him to not go to her and wrap her up in to his embrace. I knew my brother, and I knew the signs of him loosing himself in a woman.
When he had first got together with Beth, I had been sure that he was loosing himself to her but now that I knew the truth I could see that he hadn’t been loosing himself to his girlfriend he had lost all of who he was to the girl stood in the room at this moment.
“I don’t know what I can do though...its not like whoever is doing this is making it obvious who they are,” She said looking at Jeff for a fleeting second before turning her attention to her brother.
I didn’t know Dylan all that well anymore, there had been a lot of time and distance put between us and the girl she had been was clearly long gone and there was no way to tell if she was still attracted to my brother because as far as we could all see she was still in love with her fiance.
“There has to be a way to figure it out,” Roy mused as he moved towards the girl in question and wrapped her up closely and she all but caved against his frame; taking the comfort that he offered without thought.
It was clear that as friends those two were close, it was something that I had never truly ever had with any of my exes but the more time you spent with them the more you could see that as friends they worked.
“Yeah we’ll find a way to get to the bottom of this,” Shannon admitted kissing the top of H’s head as he looked at his little sister and smiled softly.
“Thanks guys but for now we need to get ready for tonight,” Dylan remarked pulling out of Roy’s arms and straightening up refusing to allow whoever was doing this get to her.
It was clear even after all the years; that Dylan had become a strong and independant woman who chose to live her life the way she wanted, she clearly needed no help from anyone, she didn’t need protecting but every strong and independant person needed help now and again. And clearly she knew where that line was.
I watched her as she moved to Corey; hugged him and said that she wanted to talk to him alone. So we watched as the two friends headed through his home and in to her bedroom.
Corey and Dylan; people speculated what it was between them, they made comments that there was this sordid love affair, that they were having an affair behind Carmine’s back but being in their presense for a few seconds and you could see the dynamic of their friendship and it wasn’t as sordid as people figured it to be.
They were best friends; pure and simple, Corey supported her without question, gave her all the support that he had inside him, he was there for her when Carmine wasn’t and once again they were just a victim of the paparazzi trying to make more money.
Carmine was the one who confused me; if any girlfriend of mine wanted to do something that I wasn’t overly happy about I would find a way to deal and be there to support her regardless of the way I felt about it but Carmine had been no where in sight since Dylan had made her debut.
All they seemed to do was argue whenever they talked on the phone, he was pushing her buttons that much was obvious and as much as I knew that there was always two sides to every story, I just couldn’t seem to find fault in anything that my old friend did.
Dylan had always been stubborn and head strong; that much hadn’t changed but what I couldn’t understand was why Carmine didn’t seem to realize that. He wanted to marry her after all, but yet he seemed intent on trying to tell her how to live her life and if he knew Dylan at all he would know that trying to tell her what to do was never going to end well for him.
So there was no question as to who’s side I was taking in the whole thing. Dylan was one of my oldest friends, sure I hadn’t really known her all these years but she still had that same vulnerable quality about her that she tried to hide but knowing her for as long as I had it was going to be slightly harder for her to hide it around us.
“You ok baby!?” Ashley asked me as we entered the room that Corey had offered us while we were in town.
“I’m fine...”
”Oh come on; you really don’t expect me to buy that do ya!?” She giggled softly as she wrapped her arms around me; holding her body close to me.
“I just can’t stop thinking that there is something going on between Jeff and Dylan,” I admitted moving us to the bed and lying down; looking in to her beautiful eyes, I really couldn’t believe how in to this girl I was.
After Amy I had told myself that I would never get involved with another wrestler, it had just caused too much trouble and there was no way that I wanted to put myself back in to that position but here I was; falling for the girl and nothing could stop it from happening.
“Would it be such a bad thing if there was?” She asked me running her hand up my arm and in to my hair.
“I don’t know! I mean they are both with someone and I can’t help thinking that it is gonna get messy before it gets better...”
”And if it does...we will be there for them right!?”
“Of course we will...that isn’t even a question,”
“So why are you seemingly so put out about it!?”
“He’s my brother Ash; I don’t want to see him making a mistake, I don’t want to see him getting hurt...he has been through enough lately,” I replied thinking about all that Jeff had been through the past few months; the loss of his home, the loss of Jack and all the things that held memories and emotions; all gone with the damage caused by the fire.
“I know you don’t want to see him getting hurt but I have to say that there is nothing about Dylan that makes me think that she would want to hurt him...”
”Maybe not intentionally! But at the end of the day she is more committed than Jeff is; she has agreed to marry another man...I just can’t explain it, but things seem to be spiralling out of control and I can’t fix it...”
”You can’t fix or control everything big man,” She whispered brushing her lips over my own. Ashley knew me pretty well and she knew that I liked to be in control most of the time, and I always seemed to want to be in control of my brother’s life to ensure that he didn’t get hurt.
But in the long run I knew that I couldn’t control him; he was going to do what he wanted and all I could do was ensure that he knew I was here to support him if and when he needed me.
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Post by HarleyMac on Dec 14, 2008 6:47:42 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 38;
Knapp Centre; Des Moines; Iowa;
Later that night;
Dylan’s POV;
The show had started about twenty minutes ago; I had stood backstage watching on the titron as Jeff got in to the ring with MVP for the VIP lounge. I had listened as said host literally ripped in to Jeff about his suspension, about the fire that destroyed his home, how his dog Jack had been inside the house when it had burned down, how Jeff didn’t care at all about his fans and finally how it was his own fault that he had lost his dog.
It broke my heart to watch Jeff shifting around uncomfortably on the stage; running his hand over his face, his beautiful eyes sparking with sadness that I couldn’t make better from where I was stood but I had been told that I had to remain backstage. I wasn’t allowed to go to him, I wasn’t allowed to comfort him when he obviously needed it.
I could hear the crowd chanting my name, obviously they wanted me to go comfort him. As the camera panned in on to his handsome features I could see the hurt, I could see the shame that he had felt and I could see the way his bottom lip was trembling and once again it tore through my heart to see him like that and being unable to go to him.
We had talked privately about all that had happened in his life while I had been in the training camp. I could hear the heart felt remorse that he felt, I could tell that if he could do things differently then he would in a heart beat, if he could have done something, anything differently to save Jack he would turn back the hands of time to save his best friend.
It tore at me, it ate at me that he had been subjected to that, what kind of God did that to someone?
Especially someone as amazing, as talented, as caring and loving as Jeff! It had no rhyme or reason, why did he have to suffer?
Hadn’t he suffered enough when he had been suspended for sixty days?
“You know Jeff; MVP makes a very good point!” Adam’s voice tore through my thoughts. Where had he come from?
I watched as the rated R superstar strode down to the ring from the side of the staging. He wasn’t scheduled to be out there, he wasn’t even scheduled to be fighting tonight. Where the hell was Vicky when you needed her?
Off licking her God damn wounds; I knew that it was a story line and she just needed some time out but the whole show seemed to in some kind of meltdown with out the general manager around.
“What the hell are you doing here Copeland!?” Jeff spat at him; clearly he was still reeling from what the writers had just done to him by way of another wrestler.
“I think you should get out there honey,” MVP stated as he stepped backstage.
“I’m on it!” I said looking at the controversial star who had voiced that he hadn’t wanted to do what he had just been made to do out there.
Tearing a path out on to the staging that led down to the ring; I didn’t care if I was going to get in to trouble by doing this. There was no way that I was going to allow Edge to air whatever he knew to the whole world.
“MVP stated that you were suspended, you lost your home, you lost all your possessions and you lost your dog...but there was one thing that he didn’t mention you losing!” Adam stated as the crowd caught sight of me as I stood at the top of the stage with the microphone that MVP had handed to me on his way backstage.
“What do you think you are playing at Edge!?” I spoke clearly in to the microphone; my voice instantly transporting to every corner of the arena where we were.
Instantly he turned and looked at me, as Jeff jumped from the ring and made his way towards me; pushing past Edge in the process.
“I already told Jeff...I guess he hasn’t relayed our conversation to you! I am going to be taking the one thing that means more to him than even the WWE title...which he will never have!” Adam laughed in to the microphone to a chorus of boos. “It would seem that I am going to be once again taking another girl from another Hardy!”
“You’re not man enough to handle me!” I spat back. It was clear that the audience thought that this was staged but my eye caught my friends sat down by the ring; pushing to get out so that they could get backstage, Corey watching me closely; clearly concerned about what was going on here.
“But clearly Jeffrey is!” Adam spat back moving towards us the microphone gripped tightly in his hands; his large bug like eyes burning in to me; contempt, and maliciousness flashing brightly.
“More than you will ever be!” I refused to be intimidated by this man and what he was clearly trying to do. Of course Jeff had told me what Adam had said to him, he knew about Jeff and I and for the time being that was the biggest threat that Jeff and I were facing. “I suggest that if that is all you have to say to us then you go crawl back under the rock that you came from!”
“You know that you will come to me eventually, you know that you need a real man...and that is one thing that Jeff isn’t!”
“Jeff is more of a man than you will ever be, he is more of a man than you could imagine and there is no way on God’s green earth that I would ever want you!” I all but growled out of me as my friends managed to find a security guard and were ushered backstage out of view as whatever little game Edge had started here began to escalate out of control.
“Dylan has made her wishes clear Adam; so I suggest that you just leave!” Jeff said seemingly having recovered from the segment that I knew had hit him harder than he would be prepared to admit. My hand rested on his shoulder as he stood in front of me facing the rated R superstar.
“You know that I always get what I want Jeffrey; so I suggest you enjoy her while you can...because I will be getting her one of these days!”
“Not bloody likely!” I spat unable to stop myself from cursing.
Jeff slowly turned his body so that he was facing me; his hand reaching to my face and kissing me with a fire that I couldn’t fight but my eyes were fixed on Edge who was literally having some kind of hissy melt down a few spaces from where we were on the long metal ramp way.
Then before I was aware of what I was doing; I pulled away from Jeff and pushed him out of the way as Edge charged at us and my body was caught in a spear and I was hitting down hard on the walk way where everything turned black.
Jeff's POV;
My head was still reeling from what the writers had done to me. I still couldn’t believe that they had used my personal life as a stepping stone to a story line. But I had, had no option but to go along with it and let it play out.
The worst part of it was that Adam had come out of no where; unscripted and started trash talking, getting my back up and seemingly Dylan’s too as she appeared at the top of the ramp where she proceeded to let him know in no uncertain terms would she ever go anywhere near him.
Kissing Dylan, to let Adam see that there was no way that he was going to come in between us had seemed like a good idea at the time and now I wished that I hadn’t.
I watched in slow motion as Dylan pushed me out of the way but before she could move; Adam had caught her in a spear slamming her down on to the metal walk way; her head making a sickening thud noise and her eyes closed.
“What the fuck did you do!?” I growled throwing myself down next to her touching her face, running my hands through her hair. “I need help...someone please! I need an EMT!” I screamed out loudly as the entire crowd seemed to turn quiet realizing that this wasn’t what had been scripted.
And that Dylan had really been hurt; leaning down and kissing her forehead softly, I didn’t care what people thought, I didn’t care if they saw what I felt for her because right in this moment all that mattered was her and knowing that she was ok.
My eyes took in her lifeless body; she was lying deathly still, her eyes closed and I hadn’t realized just how much life that they held until now when I couldn’t see them.
Eventually after what seemed like a lifetime a couple of EMT’s arrived and started trying to get her to come round. Looking at her, I jumped to my feet happy in the knowledge that she was being looked after.
I began prowling my way towards Edge who was watching with his hand over his mouth; clearly shaken at what had just happened.
“I never meant...I didn’t want this to...I’m sorry! Let me come with you to make sure she is ok!?” He started to panic running his hands through his hair clearly unaware that I was closing in on him.
“You’re going to stay the fuck away from her! Look what you did...she doesn’t need you making sure that she is ok! That is what I am for and I am warning you Adam; if you don’t stay away from me and her...you’re going to meet my nasty side really quickly!” I spat at him making sure that my microphone was covered since I was the only one holding one; Dylan’s lay on the floor somewhere, Edge’s lay on the ground away from where we were. I watched as he opened his mouth to say something but I wasn’t giving him the chance and I pushed him hard until he was literally falling down on to his ass. “I mean it...stay away from me and mine and you won’t get hurt!”
Having said all that I needed too, I turned as the EMT’s were loading Dylan on to a stretcher to transport her backstage and in to a waiting ambulance that were always at every venue we went too.
“She’s coming round Jeff!” The EMT informed me.
Rushing forward I took her hand in to mine and watched her eyes fluttering as she tried in earnest to shake the effects of unconcsiousness. Nothing could have prepared me for the fear that had gripped at me when I had watched her taking the blow for me; no one had ever done anything like that for me before and here I was the one standing tall when she had taken something that had been meant for me.
“Baby you ok!?” I asked leaning down to her ear as we disappeared backstage out of view from the cameras and audience.
“Mmmm what happened!?” She asked me her eyes trying to focus on me.
“You just got...Adam tried to spear me...you pushed me out of the way but couldn’t...didn’t have time to get out of the way!” I said as we moved towards the ambulance.
“Dylan! Dylan!” The sound of Shannon screaming reached us as she was loaded in to the ambulance.
“Hey big brother!” She tried to smile but it was clearly painful for her.
“Don’t hey big brother me; you scared the shit out of me!” He skidded to a stop next to her.
“We have to get her to the hospital,” The EMT admitted as Shannon, H, Corey, Claire, Jim, Roy, and Matt surrounded the stretcher effectively pushing me out of the way.
“Alright well let us go cancel our fights,” I said but she waved her hand in the little movement that the constraints would allow until she had literally cleared a line of vision to me.
”No! You have that battle royal tonight to see if you get to go to Summerslam, you are not giving that up because I seemingly have two left feet. Stay and fight, come to the hospital afterwards!” She pressed her voice giving that final tone that told me there would be no changing her mind even if I tried.
Looking to Shannon, H and Matt as she explained that Corey, Roy, Claire and Jim would go to the hospital with her, that we all had fights that needed to be fought and she was in capable hands of her friends.
Shannon, H, Matt and I nodded each of us taking the chance to kiss her forehead softly before she was bundled in to the ambulance where the doors slammed shut leaving the four of us stood there watching as the siren screeched through the night.
Des Moines Hospital;
Corey’s POV;
The minute I had seen her appearing at the top of that ramp I had known that things were going to get out of control. Whispering to our friends that we needed to get backstage we had started to make our way out of the arena; my eyes watching in concerned interest knowing what she had told me about the man named Edge.
The minute we got backstage we were in front of a titron watching the action out in the main area of the arena, and I had heard the sickening way in which her head bounced off the metal flooring and I couldn’t stop myself from cringing.
Eventually we arrived at the A&E department, Roy, Claire and Jim’s car whizzed past the ambulance as it pulled in to the docking area. I held her hand as she was literally rushed in to a cubicle and told to wait; a doctor would be in with her soon.
“My first big take down and it was at the hands of that pussy!” She mumbled the first words that she had said since we had left the arena.
“You scared the crap out of us baby girl,” I whispered wiping the hair from her face and placing my lips to her forehead softly.
“You should know better than anyone that I am a tough little cookie!” She smiled her eyes staying closed as she talked to me.
At least she was talking, at least she hadn’t passed out again and I figured that to be a good sign; I prayed it to be a good sign.
“...pro wrestler, hard knock to the back of the head!” The EMT from the scene explained as a man in a long white coat walked in to the cubicle where we had been waiting for some attention.
“Name!?” The man asked not even looking up from his board where he was scribbling.
”Dylan Moore,” I said at the same time as Dylan who smiled in my direction.
”Age!?”
He continued to ask all the run of the mill questions before he placed the board down on to the counter and finally looked at her.
“So you want to tell me what happened?” He asked her shining his little light in her eyes.
“I got speared is all...” She really was insufferable sometimes. Trying to down play what had just happened wasn’t going to help her situation any.
”It was a hard spear; she fell on a metal flooring; her head banged pretty hard,” I said glaring down at her not caring if I was getting on her bad side at this moment.
The doctor continued on his examination of her before suggesting that he get a few Xrays and a cat-scan done just to enusre that there was no fractures or broken bones. Telling her that it was for the best after catching the sigh she let out.
”Is she always like this!?” He asked me.
“You mean insufferable and thinking that she can do anything!?” I asked and he nodded before going back to writing on his board. “Oh yeah!”
“Hey I object to that!”
”Oh you do huh!? What you gonna do about it chicka!?” I asked resting myself on the metal sides of the stretcher as the doctor chuckled and informed us that someone would be in to take her down for her Xrays and cat-scan soon.
I watched as he left the cubicle leaving us alone for a few moments before Roy, Claire and Jim sailed in to the space and looking from me to her where she was still secured in place by the neck brace and the harnesses to ensure little to no movement.
“God...this is a nightmare,” She mumbled her eyes darting from side to side as she could hear the sound of our friends invading the room.
“But for the best!” Roy whispered stepping close to her; the worry he felt evident on his features as he leant down and kissed her forehead. “You scared the crap out of us sweetie,”
”Why do y’all keep saying that!”
“’Cos it’s true sugar!” Jim announced.
”Jimbo!” Dylan exclaimed happily letting her hand twirl around desperate for someone to hold on to.
Roy slipped his hand in to one of her hands while my other slipped in to the other.
”Hey kiddo! How you holdin’ up!?” The large six foot six bear of a man asked towering over her.
“I’d be better if y’all weren’t so worried...Jesus you’d think I had just been in a car wreck the way you are all acting!” She smiled softly.
We all exchanged looks; all of us knowing that one of us was going to have to call Carmine and tell him what had happened. Not one of us relishing the idea, I knew it was going to come down to drawing straws between the four of us.
Carmine would go spare and give him more ammunition to throw at our friend as to why he wasn’t supporting her while she did this. But the fact that she was clearly in high spirits told me that despite the force in which she had been taken down, the impact of pain that had caused her to black out wasn’t in anyway going to stop her or change her mind in doing this. Which of course meant that the arguements could progressively just get worse; pushing her closer to Jeff who seemed prepared to support what ever she chose to do.
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Post by iloveleland4ever on Jan 12, 2009 10:41:53 GMT -6
fabulous story keep it coming
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Post by Knotty Dolly Seven on May 18, 2010 20:41:15 GMT -6
Girl you needs to finish this one.....I love it
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Post by HarleyMac on May 24, 2010 17:51:10 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 39;
Knapp Arena;
H’s POV;
Standing backstage my nerves were getting ready to get the better of me; as I thought about my fight with Victoria that was about to start. My thoughts were on Dylan; I hoped that she was ok. We had been watching from backstage and the thud in which her head had hit the metal flooring had tore through Shannon like nails on a chalk board and it had been no less hard for me to watch either.
“You ok baby?” Shannon asked me placing his hand to the small of my back.
“Mmhmm just worried about Dyl,” I admitted clicking my fingers as I stretched.
“You and me both...but she will be fine; she has to be fine!” He replied stopping me from stretching out and holding me close. “Just be safe in that ring ok!?”
“Shannon I know...”
”Just promise me?” He pressed softly running his hand down the side of my face.
”I promise,” I nodded as Victoria gave me a smile before she stepped out in to the arena as her entrance music started.
“Good...now get out there and kick some ass beautiful,” He smiled sliding his hand in to mine as my entrance music started;
'Why do you look at me when you hate me
Why should I look at you when you
make me hate you too
I sense a smell of retribution in the air
I don't even understand why the fuck
you even care
And I don't need your jealousy yeah
Why drag me down in your misery
And when you stare don't you think I feel it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it
'Cause I know you'd never cut it in my game
Oh no
And when you're talkin' about a vasectomy
Yeah
I'll be writin' down your obituary
History'
“And introducing the challenger from Santa Monica; LA weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds...H Evans!” The announcer called out my name as Shannon and I slapped hands with the fans on the way down to the ring where Victoria was waiting for me.
I had never worried about getting in the ring before but tonight I could feel my nerves working over time because I knew that my head wasn’t really in what I was doing. Too much had happened and I was worried about my friend.
But I knew Dylan; she would want me focused, she would want me to get this win; which I was scheduled to do but it didn’t make the prospect of getting in there any easier to deal with.
Sliding in to the ring, I moved to the turnbuckles and greeted the fans as Victoria moved around behind me. We had talked over the course of the past few days about this fight, so we both knew what to expect from one another and how to get the best out of the fight. I actually found that I liked the woman, she was easy to get along with despite her brash in your face character.
The bell rang and we were locked in a tight and strong head lock. Shannon was at the side of the ring; urging the audience to chant my name as I managed to twirl around and catch Victoria in a single head lock.
“...you have to wonder where H’s head is in this fight tonight after all that has happened JR!” Mike Foley stated in the background as I worked to get the upper hand.
“You’re right Mick; we watched earlier as H’s best friend and sometime tag team partner took a nasty spear from the rated R superstar. EMT’s loaded Dylan Moore in to a stretcher and she was escorted out of the building. There is no word on her condition as of yet other than she has been taken to the local ER!” JR announced before going back to talking about the match that I was fighting in at this moment.
Victoria pulled me up by the hips until I was in the air and she slammed me down on to the canvas; my head rolled to the side and seeing Shannon willing me on.
There was no way that I could fight what I felt for him; no matter where or what was going on; he was like my power source fueling me on as the ref slammed his hand down twice on to the canvas, I rolled my shoulder up off the matt.
“2!” The ref yelled to the outside of the ring as Victoria slowly grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up in to a standing position. “Hair!” The ref warned her.
Letting go of my hair; she pushed me hard against the turnbuckle as she moved towards the opposite corner getting ready to run at me. I watched as she got closer and at the last minute I threw my legs up and kicked her in the chest causing her to stumble backwards.
Rushing at her taking the opportunity of her being slightly winded I grabbed her in a sweeping clothesline had her on her back. Quickly she was getting back to her feet; so once again I grabbed her in the same move and slammed her to the canvas as I jumped to my feet; in much the same way Shawn Micheals did.
Shannon was punching down on the canvas encouraging me on, encouraging the crowd to go crazy as I circled Victoria just as the ref moved to me and whispered we had another five minutes before we had to wrap it up.
“...JR is it true that H is cousins with the Hardy’s?” Mick was asking the legendary announcer as they both watched Victoria and I in the ring.
“I believe so Mick. I had the opportunity to talk to Matt Hardy earlier today and he did implicate that he was proud of this young woman in the ring,” JR answered his fellow announcer’s question.
I felt the pride swell inside me as I realized that I had made Matt happy. Out of my two famous cousins I was by far closer to Jeff because he was closer to my age but that didn’t mean that I didn’t get along with Matt and to hear that he was proud of me, made me seem to suddenly find a new and strong current of energy to get through this fight.
Grabbing Victoria in the side effect I slammed her to the ground as homage to my older cousin hoping that he wouldn’t mind that I had just used his finishing move.
Victoria rolled on to her front and stumbled to her feet; bringing my foot up she grabbed it and in a reverse mule kick I had her on her back and throwing myself down on top of her.
“1...2...3!” The ref slammed his hand down on to the canvas causing the entire arena to jump up and start chanting my name all over again.
“And here is your winner from Santa Monica LA; H Evans!” Justin Roberts announced sliding in to the ring and lifting my hand in the air as Shannon slid in next to me.
The feel of Shannon’s arms wrapping around me felt better than anything that I had ever experienced. It was the perfect ending to the perfect match.
Pulling back he held me close to his body with one arm while his now free hand tenderly wiped the hair from my eyes and delivered the most tender and sweetest kiss to my lips.
My body reacted to his by falling against him and surrendering to the kiss and to everything that this man instilled in me. I had never felt such a strong, deep rooted connection to a man before. Not even Mark as I realized for the first time that I had never loved Mark as strongly or as powerfully as I did this man in front of me now.
The crowd went crazy with chants and cheers as Shannon and I slid out of the ring. Our hands clasped together tightly.
“Do you have any idea how hot watching you in the ring was?” He whispered in to my ear.
“Really? You got all turned on watching me wrestling another woman...stop the world at the shocker!”
“Oh you’re funny!” He chuckled as he quite literally dragged me backstage.
Without another word being exchanged he led me along the corridor backstage; his eyes scanning every possible area muttering no to himself over and over again.
Then as I felt his body getting ready to all but give up; his gorgeous powder blue eyes ignited with a sparkle that no one could have missed. Quickly his fingers curled around the door knob and pulled the door open.
As he walked backwards he pulled me inside what appeared to be a Janitor’s closet.
“Awe you’re so romantic!” I giggled as he slammed the door shut and pushed me hard against it. “Mmmm and seemingly desperate!”
“Fuck Heather, I am more desperate than you know,”
With the hungry grunt coming from him; his hands literally ripped my shirt open and I could hear the buttons scattering across the floor almost diving for cover as the passion erupted out of us desperately.
Shannon’s POV;
I had been desperate to find something to take my mind off Dylan and what had happened to her at the hands of Edge!
God damn bug eyed motherfucker!
If Dylan had any serious injuries then the rated R superstar would have a world of hate coming his way and not just from me. I knew that Matt and Jeff looked at my little sister as if she were Family; they would have a few choice things to take up with Edge should my little sister be seriously injured. Not to mention, Corey, Roy and Jim who for the past few years had been her Family.
It wasn’t hard to see that my little sister would be well looked after should anything happen to me, and if Edge had hurt her then the damage I would cause could very well get me in to some very major trouble.
But for the moment this woman in front of me was driving me crazy. When I had been looking for something to occupy my time, instead of letting the worry win, I hadn’t needed to look far.
H had sauntered up to me backstage in her ring attire, which consisted of a barely there black mini skirt, a black work out bra giving her modest chest plenty of support as the black three button shirt covered more of her upper body than the skirt covered her bottom half.
Said shirt hung in tatters from her arms; the buttons missing in action somewhere around us as my hands slid under the unbelievably short material of the skirt.
It had been no wonder that I was driven to this hungry primal state when watching from the ring side I could clearly see up the long stretching legs that seemed to be never ending with the state of the skirt.
Hell I was proud of my restraint! I had fought with everything inside me not to throw myself at her and take her right there in front of the thousands of screaming fans that had filled the arena.
“Mmmm,” A small delighted moan coming from her full plump lips took me crashing back to the present and in to the presence of my woman.
Sliding my hand over her pussy above the hotpants that she’d been wearing under the skirt. Almost instantly her hips were moving towards my touch, her moans becoming more desperate seemed to fuel me on.
Sliding up over her hips my hand slid under the material and once again she was loosing just a little bit more of the cool and calm exterior that she always had no matter what; except when we came together.
“Heather...I...want...you...so...bad!” I growled as my breath came in short raspy intakes of air.
“Mmmm-I-I...I...want...you-too!” She purred reaching for my jeans and began to frantically tug on the zip as my own hands all but ripped the hot pants from her hips.
As if we slipped in to the same desperate zip code, we managed to silmataneously remove each others underwear and with in seconds I had her slid up the wood of the door where I had slammed her only moments ago.
Instinctively her long beautifully toned legs wrapped tightly around my waist bringing her pussy so close to my throbbing cock that I could feel the heat from inside her delicately soft and warm walls; flowing down over my shaft.
“You’re sure you want to do this without...?” I started to ask bringing up the topic of protection that we had ran out of this morning.
“I’m on the pill baby, it’s fine,” She purred running her hands through her hair before allowing them to come to rest on my shoulders. “Do you not want to...?”
“No I want too...I definitely want too, I just wanted to make sure...!”
“No more talk! I need you baby,” She panted her tone telling me exactly how much she meant her words in this moment.
Tenderly brushing her hair behind her ear and let my hand travel down over her chest until I was firmly running my hand over her breats; working my palms over the nipples in the slow and firm action that I knew drove her crazy.
Then even as I thought about what I was doing to her; she sank her hips down over my shaft in a solid motion that had us both sighing with relief of coming together once again.
I couldn’t understand the passion between us but no matter when, no matter where we seemed unable to contain it, we could do nothing but accept our fate of being slaves to the things that seemed to be simmering between us at all times.
Positioning my legs a little further back and slowly began to drag my cock out of her only to hammer back in to her hard and fast; the motion causing her body to bang hard against the solid frame that was holding her in place.
I could feel the sweat breaking through our hunger, I could feel the heat rising towards explosive heights as her hips caught up to my hungry movements.
Pants and emotionally charged moans rocked through the air around us as my face became embedded in her chest. Soft, smooth supple flesh rubbed against me as I continued to power my way in and out of her.
Then just as I thought that there was no way that I could feel more lost in the passion that had sparked between us; her legs gripped a little tighter giving my thrusts more friction.
So much so that I could literally feel her walls gripping the entire length of my shaft; pulsating and quivering seemed to intensify what we were experiencing to the point of absolution.
Nothing could come in between us in this moment, nothing could come in between us at any moment. Our connection just seemed to strengthen every day that we spent together.
“Mmmm...harder Shan!” She moaned out in a pleasure filled tone that did little to calm the simmering inferno deep inside me.
Lifting my head from her chest I looked deep in to her amazingly beautiful green eyes. All the love, hunger, desire and passion made it seem like I was looking in a mirror. I was as always unable to deny her anything that her heart desired.
Hell I would walk straight through the gates of hell if she desired me too!
Moving closer to her I drove up hard in to her burning insides taking comfort from her insides for a few moments before repeating the actions.
Pumping harder and faster had us both groaning out in delight, each of our moans getting shorter and shorter until the only thing that could be heard was the heaving coming from both of us in perfect sync.
Then almost as if something wanted us to both tip over the edge at the same time, I could feel the almost gentle unmistakable quiver of her insides charging towards violent waves of release that had my own release slam in to my subconcsious until I was hammering harder and harder in to her, getting faster and faster with every thrust that she managed to repay in kind.
Her frame slammed in to the door time and time again, her body seemed to glisten with sweat, her eyes lost in the throws of passion as her world came crashing in on her in long violent waves of pleasure.
Those beautiful full lips moaning my name time and time again, seemingly rolling of her tongue in such a way that I couldn’t fight my own release.
My voice curled around the entire length of her name in one long almost inaudible grunt that seemed to come to a shuddering stop as my eyes rolled back in to my head and I came to a twitching stop against her frame holding her for all that I was worth.
Not wanting to let go just yet, I wanted to stay in this bubble for a little bit and she seemed happy to adhere to my wishes for the moment.
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Post by Knotty Dolly Seven on May 26, 2010 19:18:37 GMT -6
yay! love it...keep up the good work
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Post by awprncss4386 on Oct 9, 2010 9:46:31 GMT -6
i love it!! i can't wait to see what happens jeff and dylan oh and beth and carmine. i'm wondering if h's creepy vibe was right and the flowers are from beth. hmmm. oh and i literally lol at the 'bug eyed mother fucker' comment shan made about edge.
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