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AlphaSmuts: Quiet

One letter per one shot, all smut

Quiet – They cannot make a sound.

Ft: Dexter Lumis

            “Dare,” I state, downing the shot in front of me.

  “Alright Iris, I dare you to give,” Candice starts, looking around the bar before smirking.  “Dexter Lumis a lap dance.”

  “Scary blue steel,” I smirk, downing the whiskey placed in front of me.

  “Whatever you want to call him.”

  “Bet,” I smile, sauntering towards the old jukebox in corner feet from said man.  I lean against the machine, my hips swaying to the current song as I look through the selection of songs for my performance.  My mind wanders as I skim through the music choices, I don’t even notice that my dancing had became more involved with time.  Arms caging me brings my mind back to the present, a solid body pressing into my back.  Glancing over my shoulder, I’m met by crystalline blue.  “Hey Dexie,” I grin slowly.

There is no change in his expression.

  “Do you need the jukebox?”

He shakes his head.

  “Do you need something else?”  I arch slightly, my ass brushing across his groin.

His lips twerk as he nods.

  “What do you need?

His hands slide down the glass in front of us and grips my hips.  Pressing me firmly back against himself.  I hum at the feel of him.

He uses his grip on me to spin me to face him, my hands landing on his chest.  Without a word he hoists me, draping me over his shoulder effortlessly.

  “Wait,” I giggle.  “I didn’t get to dance for you.”

Darkness swallows us moments later and I’m set on my feet.

  “You’re gonna make me lose the….”

Dexter doesn’t let me finish. his mouth crashes into mine.  He swallows the rest of the protest in a kiss that’s anything but patient. his lips are warm, and he kisses like he’s been waiting forever.  Like he’s memorized exactly how to make me melt and he was planning to use every one of them against me.  I whimper, fingers curling around his belt, and he hums against my mouth as my back meets a wall.  His fingers trail up my side, teasing, mapping every curve like he’s memorizing sacred territory.  I shiver slightly, biting my lip as his mouth travels along my jaw. His touch feather-light and at odds with the hulking man in front of me.  His mouth finds my neck, and his lips are hesitant at first then tasting your skin.  He moves slowly, like he’s savoring a delicious meal.  His mouth finally leaves me to watch his fingers drag slowly up my thighs.  I try to suppress another shiver as his too blue eyes come up to meet mine in the dim light.  “See something you like?”

He doesn’t answer, just sliding his hand around to slide the zipper on my skirt downwards.

  “What…”

His free hand comes up to press a finger to my lips.  The hand from my skirt slide up to my shirt, undoing the buttons one by one ever so slowly.  I try not to squirm under his intense gaze but refuse to break it.  He finally slides the loosened shirt from my shoulders as his lips drive back in for my neck.  His mouth is hot as it trails lower, pressing open-mouth and wet kisses along the slope of my breast then his tongue drags a teasing stripe up my cleavage.  I whimper, fingers twisting onto his hair and I feel him smile against your skin.  Suddenly his lips close over my nipple through the lace, sucking gently.  The fabric a barrier between his mouth and your nipple, and he’s sucking just enough to make me whine, but not enough to fully satisfy.  It’s exquisite torture.  All the while, his eyes stay glued to my face, watching every wave of pleasure that hits.

  “Dex,” I whimper.

His mouth comes down hard on mine, and I melt into his chest as one knee wedges between my thighs.  His hands trail down my back, before they rest on my ass as he moves me back and forth along his thigh.

  “Fuck,” I pant as his mouth moves along my jaw, starting the whole process over again.  “More.”  My hands drop to struggle with his belt.  “Please,” I whine as one hand comes down to still mine.  His mouth engulfs mine again and I whimper.

Pulling my hand up, he places it on his chest over his pounding heart.  “Be a good girl,” he whispers against me.  “And be quiet.”

I nod against him as his fingers start their slow ascent up my thighs again.  He growls into me as he reaches the apex and finds no resistance.  He pulls back to stare into my eyes and I shrug, pressing my lips together tightly as one finger slides through my folds.  His mouth returning to me as he switches to his thumb, circling my sensitive bud slowly.  My breathing becomes ragged as I try to stay silent.  Two fingers breaching me and curling.  A whimper breaks free of my control.  His free hand comes around to smack my ass causing me to gasp.

His blue eyes meet mine as he repeats the action, the coil in my stomach tightens with each stroke.

  “Please,” I beg with my eyes.

His lips quirk as he brings his hand from my ass to work the button of his jeans.  My hands join his helping work the button and zipper loose.  His head falls as my hand snakes into his boxers, wrapping around him.  I take the opportunity to nip at his throat and he leans forward bracing against the wall behind me as I finally free him.  My hand strokes along him.  He growls low in his throat, the pressure against my clit increases his fingers speed up.

  “Fuck,” I groan against his throat, my hand speeding up.

Suddenly his hand is gone from me, he watches me for a few more seconds licking his fingers lewdly.  Slowly he presses in on me, his hands trailing down to slide my skirt upwards bunching it around my hips.  Gripping my thighs, he hoists me pressing me tighter against the wall.  My nails dig into his shoulders as he sheaths himself pulling a soft hiss from him.  He stills as our hips meet.  I grind my hips down, needing the friction.

The slap across my ass has me swallowing a moan  He snaps his hips up harshly before setting a quick but calculated pace.  I lean forward capturing his mouth pulling his bottom lip between my teeth causing his hips buck sharply taking my breath away.

My grip tightening around him as I concentrate on the feel of the man beneath my hands and not what he’s doing to my body.  I feel like a guitar string overtightened.

He groans as my thighs tighten around his waist, burying his face into my cleavage.  He mouth sucking a mark.

My eyes roll up as the new position has his pelvic ridge rubbing against my over sensitive clit.  All thoughts leaving me as I throb around him.

  “Good girl,” he chuckles against my ear as he fucks me through the aftershocks.  “Not a sound.”

  “Come for me Dex,” I whimper.  “Please.”

  “Dexter,” Johnny calls from somewhere outside the door.  “Dexter?”

The man in front of me groans.

  “No, no, no, no,” I whimper as he pulls out.

  “He’s not going to leave until I show my face,” he mutters, tucking himself back into his jeans.  “We’ll finish this back at the hotel, Baby.”

  “Promise?”

He smirks pressing one last slow languid kiss that leaves us both breathless.  “And Mrs. Lumis, the next time you go out, wear your ring and some damn underwear.”

  “I make no promises,” I smirk as he disappears.

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Fake It Til You Make It Pt 4

I sit straight up, a vice tightening around my chest.  I gasp clawing at the pain in my side, tears streaming down my face.

  “Birdie?  Raven.”  Dexter appears in front of me.  “Another nightmare?”

I shake my head, ducking my head.  “At least not that I remember,” I gasp.

  “What happened.”

  “Don’t know.  Just…” I gasp.  “Just can’t…panic attack.”

  “Look at me, Birdie.  Right here.  Good girl.”

  “We talked about the good girl talk,” I wheeze.

  “Don’t like it,” he grins.

I shake my head at him, rolling my eyes.

  “Just keep breathing,” he grins, moving to stand.

  “Don’t,” I gasp, grabbing at his hands.

  “Okay.  I just thought I used up my physical contact budget last night.”  His hands wrap around mine.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “Stop thanking me.”

  “You think I don’t appreciate you.”

  “No.  I think it’s unnecessary.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Because…”

Nikki’s giggles cut through the room, Joe close behind her.

  “Sorry,” Joe states.  “I thought you were still in the gym Dex.”

  “And Birdie?”

  “Birdie, needs a shower,” I answer before the other man can.  “I need the hot water to relax my muscles after the panic attack,” I whisper.

One hand comes up rub across my lower ribs before dropping back to my hand.  “Whatever you need.”

            “Feeling better?”

  “Not really,” I mutter.  “Tonight is going to suck.”

  “Maybe you won’t have to wrestle.”

  “That may be worse than actually wrestling.  Means there is nothing for me anymore.”  Charlotte’s words drift through my mind.  “I never actually made a plan for after wrestling.”

  “You’re good at it.  Why should you?”

  “Because female wrestlers have a shelf life.  Once we’re no longer consider pretty we are shipped off.  I refuse to go under the knife to stay…There have already been comments on my appearance and my age,” I shrug.  “Probably not much longer now

  “You are gorgeous,” he whispers against my ear.  “And strong.”

  “Doesn’t change that I’m on my way out.”

  “Trainer.”

  “Don’t have the structure.”

  “But you do have the skills.”  Wrapping a hand around mine slowly.  “Think about it.”

An arm wraps around my ribs as I come through the curtain.  I spin out of the grip, facing Joe.  My arms band around my sore ribs loosely.

“Hey,” he holds up his hands.  “Just wanted to congratulate you on the match.”

  “Yeah.  Thanks,” I pant, fighting against the tightness in my chest.

Nikki’s brow creases.  “Raven?”

  “I gotta…I gotta go.  Catch you guys afterwards.”

  “Raven?”

  “Later.”

Rushing down the hall, stopping short at the sight of my father.

  “Raven Ann,” Taker states.

  “Nope.  Not doing this either,” I state, turning on my heel.  “I’ll take the handsy one.”

  “Raven, he didn’t mean…” Nikki starts.

  “Don’t care,” I choke.

  “Dex?  Dexter!”

Blue eyes float in front of me.  “Raven, breathe.”

  “I’m so…sorr…sorry.  I can’t…stop…this…one.”

  “You don’t have to explain, Birdie.  Just breathe.”

  “But…”

He shushes me.  “It doesn't matter right now.  Just breathe for me.”

  “Raven Ann,” Taker growls.

  “Leave her be right now,” Dexter shoots back.

  “I wasn’t talking to you.”

  “But I am talking to you.  Nik, take Birdie to the locker room.  She needs a hot shower.

  “Raven?”

I turn to follow Nikki.

  “He didn’t mean anything,” Nikki whispers, guiding me through the locker room.

  “I know.”

  “Someone hurt you didn’t they?”

I nod.

  “That’s not going to happen as long as we’re around.  Dexter in particular won’t let that happen.”

I nod again.

  “He said something about a shower.”

  “Helps relax the muscles.”

She disappears into the adjoining room.

  “Birdie, get in the shower.”

  “I will.  Just…Just give me some time.”

  “Your lips are turning blue from lack of oxygen.  You don’t have some time and I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry for?”

He scoops me up and carries me to the shower.

  “Stop.  Dex you’re going to get wet.”

  “Don’t care.”

  “You have to wrestle in like twenty minutes.”

  “Then I have fifteen minutes.”

  “You’re going to fuck up all that make up you wear.”

  “Fuck,” he growls.

  “Do you want to shower with me Mr. Lumis,” I smile weakly.

His lips quirk.  “I’ll have Nikki grab your stuff from the locker room.  Stay here.  Feel better.”

  “You’re too good to me Buzzard.”

  “Us birds gotta stick together.”

I sink to the floor of the shower as he leaves, my arms wrapping around myself.  Leaning back I let the hot water rush over my face before leaning forward.  The heat envelops my torso and I concentrate on relaxing my muscles under the spray.  My bag appears outside the curtain.

  “This is stupid,” I think.  “You’re panicking over the stupidest things now.  You wrestle a full ass match but the slightest touch sends you into attack?  Fuck.”  I groan softly as the muscles tighten.  “Stop it Raven.  Just breathe. Don’t think.  Just breathe.  Now I sound like Dexter.”

The image of Dexter’s concerned eyes float through my mind.  The feel of his arms around me as I cry.  His steady breathing beside me in bed when I wake in the middle of the night.  “Why am I still so fucked up?  Why do I let that man still destroy me?  Why, when there are caring people all around me?”  Shaking myself, I work the major pains from my back and ribcage before standing.  Stripping my wet ring gear, I wrap a fluffy towel around myself before stepping out.

            “Hey,” I smile up from my spot on a bench.

  “Hey,” Dexter grunts, heading for the shower room.

  “What…”

  “Bad match,” Joe states.

  “One bad match and that’s how he acts?”

  “Said his head wasn’t in it,” his partner shrugs.

  “Fuck,” I groan, sitting up to follow.

I find Dexter leaned against the counter by the sinks.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

  “Don’t be.  My head wasn’t in the game,” he sighs.

  “Because I let my shit get the better of me.”  Pulling makeup remover from my bag I pull myself up onto the counter beside him.  “Make you a deal,” I start, taking his face in one hand as I start to remove the dark makeup.  “You keep being patient with me and I’ll limit my mental break downs to non-working hours.  And work on my intimacy issues.”  Leaning forward, I press my lips to his.  He takes a slight step forward before taking a full step back.

  “When you can open up then we’ll worry about the more physical aspects of your issues,” he states.

Biting my lip, I nod ignoring my racing heart.  “Come here so I can finish then.”

He steps forward again but stays just within arm’s length of me.  “Don’t let my shit affect your matches again,” I state.  “You do and I’ll end this.  Keeping Taker off my ass is not worth ruining your career.”

The corner of his mouth quirks, “Yes ma’am.”

  “It was my fath…ex father-in-law,” I state as I finish up.  “He’s the one that started all this.  Got me in my head.  He was the one calling last night.  He’s the one that hurt me.”

Slowly, he cups my cheek.  “Good start,” he states.

"You're on my side of the bed," Dexter mutters patting my leg making me jump..

  "Last night you wanted the right side of the bed," I grumble looking up from the paperback in my hands.

  "Last night the room was opposite."

  "What?"

  "The beds were on the opposite wall so my preference was the opposite side."

  "I'm starting to think your preference is whatever side I settle on first," I smirk.

  “I want the side closest to the door.”

  “How gentlemanly.”

  "Slide your ass over."

"Why don't you make me," I challenge.

Suddenly his hands are on my side and hip, shoving me gently.  "Well my big mouth just got me friction burn on my ass," I chuckle straightening my sleep shorts.

  "You should have known better than to say something like that to him," Joe mumbles flopping face first on the second bed next to Nikki.

I shrug in response settling on my side facing the man. "If I can't then who can?"

  "My girl has a point," Dexter chuckles sliding into bed.

Joe mumbles something incoherent.

  "He's just upset that you out-thought him on the subject," Dexter chuckles.

  "I'm not the one who is afraid to touch my own girl," Joe mutters into the comforter.

I feel the man stiffen behind me.

  “When you can open up then we’ll worry about the more physical aspects,” Dexter’s voice from earlier floats through my mind.

  "I was attacked years ago. It was someone I knew and trusted.  It went on for years.  Since then I don't like to be touched unexpectedly.  Dex respects that fact and tries not to startle me. It's something I wish others would also make an effort to do," I state glaring at the man.

Nikki elbows the man beside her.

  “At least until I get used to you."

He raises his head to stare at me. "I'm sorry Raven. We didn't know."

  "I know. Very few people do. I'm sure you will get the full story out of me but for right now that's all there is to the story."

  "Sure thing. Goodnight."

Dexter slides an arm beneath my pillow slowly, his arm pressing along the top of mine. It's a position he's taken this week until the others fall asleep. Always a careful distance away to avoid actually touching me beyond my arm.  Impulsively I stretch my fingers out to slide between his.  He stiffens again before tightening his fingers around mine.

  "Birdie?"

  "Goodnight Dex," I sigh draping his other arm across my waist.

  "Birdie," he breathes against my ear.  "You don't have to convince anyone in here."

  "Gotta start somewhere," I whisper turning my head to look at him. "I feel safe here. Besides, like I said it's been years, it's time I get over it."

  "You don't-"

  "I have to do it for me.  For me,” I emphasis as his hand tightens around mine again.  “That man has taken up too much space in my brain and he isn't worth it."

  "Okay," he sighs raising his arm from my waist to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before allowing it to slide down to my shoulder and then down the arm holding the book to take it from me.  Setting it on the bedside table before reaching out to turn off the light.  His hand returns to drag his fingers lightly up and down my forearm.  “Goodnight Birdie.”

  “Night Dex.  Night Nik.  Night Joe.”

  “Night,” Joe grunts, rolling to face Nikki.

I lay watching Dexter’s fingers travel slowly over my skin until the rhythm slowly lulls me to sleep.

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Fake It Til You Make It Pt 3

            “Raven, why are you still in bed,” Dexter’s voice floats from somewhere in the room.

  “Sleeping.”

  “I see that.  Why are you still sleeping?”

  “Tired.”

  “I have been to the gym and breakfast already this morning.”

  “You want a cookie?”

  “Maybe,” he chuckles.  “Got one.”

  “You don’t look like you’ve eaten a cookie in your life,” I mumble.

  “Actually I have a sweet tooth.”

  “Good to know, now shush.”

  “Get up.  We’re leaving after my shower.  Birdie,” he sings.  “Birdie.  Birdie.  Birdie.”  Hands come down on my arms and I jerk upright, my skull connecting with something hard.

  “Fuck,” Dexter groans.

  “Don’t pin me, you fucking jerk,” I snap, shoving the man away before cradling my head.  “Damn you have a hard head.”

  “You’re one to talk,” he grumbles.  “And it was my chin.”

  “Still…” I groan.  “Please stop pinning me.”  I feel the panic coiling in my chest.  “Please.  Please.”  I wrap my fingers through my hair to still some of the shaking in my hands.

  “Hey.  Hey, we’re okay.  Raven.  Raven, look at me.  Birdie look at me.  I’m not going to touch you while you’re like this.  Please look at me Birdie.”

I meet his eyes and fight to hold his gaze.

  “Breathe.  You’re okay.  Just breathe, Birdie.  Just breathe.  In.  Out.  In.  That’s good.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

  “No, I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have done that.  Forgive me.”

I nod untangling my hands from my hair.

  “I’m going to get in the shower.  Why don’t you get some breakfast and…I don’t know how to make this better.  I really fucked up.”

  “I’m fucked up,” I mutter.

  “No, you’re not,” he sighs, his hand comes up and he stops himself.  “Go get breakfast.”

  “Okay,” I whisper, pulling myself from the bed.

            I try to make myself as small as possible as I pile my plate with fruit and toast.

  “Where is Dexter?”

  “Probably still in the gym.  Or in the room with Raven,” Nikki’s voice floats.

  “Right.  She doesn’t even come to bed until two in the morning but she’s up there…”

  “Dexie cares for her.  She makes him happy.”

  “I don’t get how or why.  He claims they’re together but he acts terrified to touch her.”

  “Not everyone is touchy feelie, Love.”

  “Dexter is.”

  “But Raven…”

  “If Raven is really with Dex then she…”

  “Raven is really guarded, Joe.  There is probably a reason for that.  Did you eva think of that?”

  “There is something that Dexter likes about her.  I just haven’t seen it.”

  “You don’t need to see it, Love.  Just Dexie.”

Hearing enough, I push forward between them.  “Excuse me.  Just need a fork.  I like this one by the way,” I motion to Nikki.  “You…Don’t impress me much.  Work on that.  See you tonight Joey.”  I stroll away to the sound of Nikki’s maniacal laughter.

“Joe doesn’t seem completely convinced of us,” I mumble as I hear the bathroom door open.

  “Joe doesn’t matter.”

  “You said he’s the key,” I glance up from my breakfast to find Dexter standing with a towel draped low on his hips.  My mouth suddenly going dry.  I watch a droplet slide from his throat downward following the curves of his pecs and abs before disappearing on the towel.

  “Raven?”

  “You said that Joe is the key to getting the rumors going.  Wouldn’t he be key to keeping them going,” I rush before chugging my juice.

  “He might be,” he smirks.  “Looking a little red there, Raven.  Is there something wrong?”

  “You’re in just a towel,” I mutter, turning to study the view out the window.

  “We had an entire conversation with you just in a towel.  A towel that you proceeded to drop in front of me.”

  “First, I had your shirt on over the towel when I dropped it. And secondly, there is a big difference between you and me.”

  “Yeah, you’re…”

A pounding on the door interrupts him.

  “Ten bucks says that’s my sperm donor.”

  “Fuck,” he growls pulling jeans on under the towel.  “I’ll deal with him.”

  “Thank you Honey,” I chuckle.

            The door slams as Dexter re-enters.

  “Have a lovely conversation with the father-in-law?”

  “How?  How have you made it this….”

  “Just as stubborn as he is plus some,” I smile.  “Is that what Joe meant by passionate?  You’re willing to punch someone at a moment’s notice because I can do that.”

  “No.”

  “Then what?”

  “I’m very…affectionate in relationships.  He just noticed how distant I hold myself with you.”

  “So you’re not pulling your part in this.  Other than punching guys.”

  “You’re the one that told me not to touch you,” he leans against the counter beside me.

I close my eyes against the memory.  “I’m sorry.  It wasn’t you.  The dre…The nightmare.  It was of a really bad time of my life.  I wasn’t talking to you.”  I wrap my arms around myself.

  “You also don’t seem to like much interactions.  Physically.  I’m not going to do anything outside of your comfort zone.”

  “I’ve been in your arms more times than my ex-husband’s,” I smirk.

  “Ex-husband?” his eyebrows meet his hairline.  “You were married?”

  “So were you,” I smirk.  “Arranged marriage.  No love involved…at first.  It was our parents’ idea.  We were married for about five years.  Name only.”

  “People still have arranged marriages?”

  “In my case, it is a really unfortunate reality.  One of the many reasons to hate Taker.”

  “I’m sorry.  If you want to back out of this…”

  “No.  And I’m not really that bad with physical contact.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.  I am bad with physical intimacy.”

  “Is there a reason.”

  “I’m only slightly better with emotional intimacy,” I sigh.

His hand wraps around my wrist bringing my hand to his bare chest.  “Raven, look at me.”

I meet his eyes.

  “You feel that?”

I nod.

  “As long as that heart beats, you’re safe around me.”

  “Damn,” I smile.  “That was a good line.  How are you single?”

  “Wasn’t a line.  If I haven’t proven I won’t hurt you yet, I don’t know what I can do.”

I curl my fingers against his skin before stepping forward.  “Don’t pin me.  It brings up bad memories and makes me more reactive.  Move slowly.  Sometimes I startle easily.  Especially after…after a day like yesterday.”

His hand cups my hip slowly, fingers splaying across my back.  “Slow enough?”

  “Good boy,” I smile before stepping back.  “Now put on a shirt, you’re distracting.”

He chuckles as I exit the room

            “Why did your arranged marriage end?”

  “He wanted to marry his boyfriend,” I smirk.  Glancing over I find him searching for words.  “I told you it was in name only.”

  “So you never…”

  “No.  He wanted to try but…I wasn’t his type.  That combined with my…issues with his family.  We decided to divorce.  What happened with you and Indi?”

  “Uhhh,” he grunts, grip tightening on the steering wheel.  “Grew apart I guess.”

  “You guess?”

  “We threw ourselves into work and one day just realized we were on different paths.  The divorce papers showed up the next day.”  I watch the pain surface in his eyes before he buries it again.

  “I’m sorry.”

He shrugs.

  “Burying pain doesn’t make it go away.”

He glances over at me.

  “It’s what my therapist always tells me.  I rarely listen.”

  “And why is that?”

  “I’m a stubborn bitch.”

A grin splits his face.

  “I won’t argue that point.  I’ve met the root cause of that.  You get it honest.”

  “Thanks.”

  “What about your mom?”

  “Gone,” I grunt.  “Before my fifteenth birthday.  Lung cancer.  Hit her hard and fast.”

  “Sorry.”

I shrug in response.  “I’ve dealt with that pain a long time ago.”

  “And your dad?”

  “Ongoing pain.”

  “You said your dad made mistakes.  What…”

  “Me.  I’m his biggest mistake.  And no I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

  “Okay,” he states, holding his hand between us palm up.  I place mine palm down on his and his fingers curl slowly around it.  “But I’m here when you’re ready.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Ready for some more bad news?”

  “Why not,” I sigh.  “Give it to me.”

  “If…you want to stay with me for the rest of the week, I’m sharing rooms with the rest of the Sicks.  Specifically Joe and Nikki.”

I inhale deeply, closing my eyes.

  “You don’t have to…”

  “I’ll do it.  It will give me a chance to be…a little less fucked up.  If…If that’s okay.”

  “As long as you stop talking down about yourself.”

            “Don’t have your little guard puppy around?”

  “He’s around somewhere,” I mutter not looking up from my laptop.  “Probably within yelling distance if I really needed him.”

  “So that is who you broke the contract for?”

  “No.  But he is someone I’ve chosen after I broke the contract my father signed me up for.  A contract that fucking involved children by the way.  Children who grew up and became adults that could think for themselves.  And the conclusion we mutually came to is that our parents are fucking idiots.  Anything else I can clear up for you?”

  “Do you know how much that breech of contract cost?”

  “Yes, because I put every cent you spent back in your account.  Did you ever stop to think why I breeched that contract?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “It does to me,” I snap.  “It did to Dan.  Not that it matters to the so called fathers in the equation.  I’m done with this conversation.  Be somewhere else and someone else’s pain in the ass.”

He opens his mouth to speak and I hold up a hand.

  “Don’t.  In fact, Dexter,” I call.  “Sicks.”

The door beside me opens and Bo sticks his head out.

  “Will you please ask Dex to come out here please?  I’m tired of dealing with some…pains.”

Dexter appears immediately.

  “I hate to ask but this,” I motion to the older man in front of me, “is exhausting and I have a meeting to get to.”

I pick up my ringing cell without even looking at the screen.  “Hello.”

  "Hello Raven," the voice on the other end smiles.

  "With the utmost disrespect, go to hell Mr. Belleni," I sigh.

  "Still holding a grudge, I see."

  "Always."

  "Why won't you leave the past where it belongs," he growls.

  “Maybe because you have left too many scars to forgive.  Goodbye.”

  “Don’t you want to know about your husband?”

  “Ex-husband.  And I know that that Dan is fine and safe away from you.  So I have no connection to you anymore.  Lose my number.”  Ending the call, I try to push down the anger.  Pacing the short hallway, I push the anger and hurt deeper.  The phone ringing in my hand has me tossing it.

  “Problems Birdie,” Dexter asks holding up the phone.

  “Brooding.”

  “About?”

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  “You’re shaking,” he states, tossing the phone to the top of a nearby crate.

  “I’ll be fine.  I just gotta push some stuff down.”

His hands hover over my arms.

  “Raven,” he sighs.  “You don’t have to hide.”

  “I…I…”

  “Breathe,” he whispers, using his presence to lean me against the wall.

  “I’m trying.”

  “Can I?”

I nod.

His hands drop gently to my arms, sliding slowly up and down.  “Close your eyes,” he instructs.

My eyes slide close, my fingers grip at the edge of his vest.

  “Breathe in.  Come on Birdie, breathe for me.”

I inhale deeply.

  “Good girl,” he says lowly.

My stomach tightens at his words.  “Don’t do that.”

  “Okay, just keep breathing.”

I feel the tremors in my arms start to slow as I concentrate on the movements of the man’s hands.  One disappears as my phone buzzes again.

  “Who keeps calling?”

  “Someone I really don’t want to talk to.”

  “Call again and I will break you,” Dexter growls.

  “Dexter,” I gasp, popping my eyes open to stare at the man in front of me with my phone to his ear.  His free hand comes up to close my eyes again.  I hear a clatter and his hand returns to my arm.

  “All you need to worry about is breathing.”

  “Sometimes with him it’s hard.”

  “Why is that?”

  “He hurt me,” I whimper.

His fingers tighten momentarily before resuming their previous activities.  “I’m sorry.”

I nod and I feel tears pricking at my eyes.

  “Don’t cry.”

  “I’m trying not to.”

His presence looms closer.  I wrap the cloth of his vest around my fingers.

  “Then stop fighting it.  Just feel it for a little bit.”

I lean forward burying my face against his chest, letting the tears flow.

His arms wrap around me loosely, his cheek dropping to the top my head.

I don’t know how long we stand like that before I get my emotions under control.  “Thank you.”

  “Any time,” he whispers.

  “We’re up Dexter,” Bo calls from the end of the hall.

Dexter steps back reluctantly.

  “Go,” I nod at the question in his eyes.  “I’m fine.  I’ll see you after the show.”

He nods glancing at the end of the hall before leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead.  “Just keep breathing for me.”

  “Will do.”

            “Who keeps letting Dallas drive,” I mumble climbing in the SUV beside Dexter.

  “I can hear you,” Bo grins.

  “It’s not your hearing that scares me,” I lean against Dexter’s shoulder as the rest settle in.

  “I can leave you here.”

  “Dex wouldn’t let that happen.  Right Babe?”

  “Right Birdie,” he grins, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I rest my cheek against his chest, wrapping my arms around his midsection as we pull out of the parking garage.

  “You okay?”

  “Getting there,” I sigh.  “Wake me at the first stop.”

  “Gotta sleep through Bo’s driving,” he whispers.

  “Mmmhmmm,” I hum, inhaling deeply before relaxing deeper into him.  “He makes me car sick.”

  “Why don’t you just bite me, both of you,” Bo chuckles.

  “No thanks.  Not that kinky,” I mumble back.

Dexter’s chest shakes beneath me.  His hand running up and down my arm.

[andie01writing]

Fake It Til You Make It Pt 2

I groan as my head throbs at the light invading through my lids.

  “Drink too much,” a voice questions.

Shooting upright I turn towards the voice.  Dexter lays on his side staring at me through half closed eyes.

  “Shit, Dexter.  Did we?”

  “No,” he chuckles.  “Not for lack of trying on your part.”

  “Then why are you…?”

  “Remember anything from last night?”

  “Bar, dancing, a handsy guy, you rescued me as always,” I smirk.  “You walked me back…”

  “You asked me to stay,” he butts in.

The feel of his arm around my waist, the smell of paint as he laid me in bed, the feel of loneliness as he turns to leave.

  “I vaguely remember that.  You were a perfect gentleman too.”

  “Thank…”

The end of his sentence is cut off as the door slams open.

  “What the fuck,” I growl standing.

  “Yes, Raven, what the fuck,” Undertaker growls.  “Why the fuck is there a man in your bed?”

  “It’s none of your damn business,” I snap.  “What I do in my own damn room.  Especially when I use my own damn money.  Not your damn business.”

  “I paid…”

  “WWE pays me, and as much as you don’t want to believe it you are not the whole damn WWE.”

  “Listen little girl…”

  “I am not your little girl,” I snarl.

  “Raven, what is…” Dexter starts.

  “You don’t speak,” Undertaker growls.

  “You don’t speak to my guests that way.  You were not invited here, he was.”

  “You’re making mistakes.”

  “Not as many as you, Dad,” I sneer.

  “Raven…”

  “Get out.  I do not want nor need you here or in my life period.”

  “Will you listen to me for once in your life,” he growls advancing.  Dexter slides from the bed to stand between us.

  “The last time I listened to you I didn’t end up well so no I will not.”

  “Taker, she said get out,” Dexter states calmly.  “Just go.”

  “You have no idea what is going on.”

  “I know this is a family matter that you don’t want to discuss in front of me.  She’s not awake and she’s hungover, she’s not in a position to deal with this right now.”

  “Get rid of your little boyfriend and find me Raven.”

  “Not going to happen,” Dexter responds, crossing his arms as he stands directly in front of the older man.  “I don’t like how you’re talking to her in front of me.  Maybe you shouldn’t be alone with her.”

  “Are you going to stop me, Boy?”

  “I’ll do whatever I need to keep Raven safe.”

  “Get out of my room.  Or I’ll just call security and have you removed.”

The older man glares down at the both of us.

  “Fine.  Have it your way,” I mutter, crawling across the bed to the room phone.

  “This isn’t done, Raven Ann.”

  “Never is,” I mutter seconds before the door slams.  I collapse onto my back on the bed.

  “Sooo.  Undertaker’s daughter, huh?”

  “Unfortunately,” I sigh, sitting up.

  “Knew there was something special about you,” he chuckles.

  “Yep.  Only thing that makes me special,” I mumble, standing.  “My sperm donor.  Thanks for last night but I need to clean up.  See you around I guess.”  Disappearing into the bathroom, I take a deep breath before moving to start the shower, brushing stray tears away with the back of my hand.

            “I’m sorry,” Dexter sighs startling from my miserable thoughts.

  “Dexter,” I sigh.  "You startled me. I assumed you had left." Tugging the towel higher, I'm amazed to find him standing in the exact spot I left him in.

  “I didn’t mean to insinuate you’re not special other than your dad.”

  “I’m use to it,” I mutter, looking through my bag.  “No need to apologize.”

  “Does he do that often?  Barge into your room?”

  “Whenever he feels like it,” I sigh.  “He doesn’t really care about my thoughts on the subject.”

  “What if I were to stop that for you.”

  “What?” Finally turning to face the man.

  “I’ve been thinking about a plan that could benefit the both of us.”

  “What might that plan be?”

  “Pretend to be my girlfriend.”

  “You’re hilarious,” I smirk.

  “I’m serious,” he states.  “Nikki has been on me since the divorce with Indi to put myself back out there.  You need someone to keep your dad out of your rooms.  We can help each other out.”

  “I’m wrong.  You’re insane.”

  “I saved your ass last night.”

  “It’s not the first time,” I snort, tossing jeans onto the bed.

  “It was just a suggestion.”

  “It is crazy.”

He shrugs.

I think about the loneliness I have been feeling lately plus the aggravation of dealing with my father.  “I’ve done crazier,” I smirk.

  “Really,” his lips quirk.

  “What would being your pretend girlfriend entail?”

  “Couple things,” he shrugs.  “In public at least.  Stay in each other’s room and keep certain someone’s out.”

  “Define couple things.”

  “A kiss or two in public.  If you’re comfortable with it.”

  “Whatever I’m comfortable with?”

  “Or you can just say no,” he smirks, grabbing his shirt from the floor.

  “Or we can talk more about this when I’m not only wearing a towel,” I yank the shirt from his hands and over the towel.  Making sure the shirt covers all the important things before allowing the towel to drop.  “Couple thing,” I smile, motioning to the shirt.  “And there is not even anyone around to see.”

A grin splits his face, “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.  Now get out so I can get dressed.  I’m comfortable but not that comfortable around you.”

  “Ok,” he grins.  One question first.  You got a ride today?”

  “Got a rental.”

  “Cancel it.  We’re going to start this today.  You’re riding with me.”

  “Just you?”

  “And the rest of the Sicks,” he admits.

  “Oh, so you want to throw me in the deep end?”

  “I dealt with your dad first thing.”

  “Fine,” I sigh.  “Out.”

  “Will I ever get that shirt back?”

  “Tonight,” I smile, moving to the door.

  “My room?”

  “Whatever,” I smirk.  “Just get out.  I’ll meet you downstairs in an hour.”

  “Kiss me,” he whispers, turning to lean on the doorframe from the hallway.

I glance down the hallway to find Joe.  “Into the deep end,” I sigh, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

  “Thanks,” he sighs.  “Joe’s the best way to get the rumors going.”

  “Now, please, let me get ready for the day,” I smile.

  “One hour,” he smiles.  “Don’t be late.”

Pulling the jeans on, I tie the shirt up at my hip before moving to the bathroom.

A light knock sounds on the door.

  “I said give me an hour.”

A louder knock.

  “Fine,” I growl.  Yanking the door open.  “What do you n…Alexa?  What are you doing here,” I smile.

  “Raven,” she grins.

  “Sorry,” I step back, letting her in.

  “You disappeared last night.”

  “Yeah.  Guy got handsy.”

  “So you ended up with Dexter Lumis?”

  “How?”

  “I was just in the hallway,” she explains.

  “He saved me once again.”

  “And you repaid him with sex this time?”

  “No.”

  “Right.”

  “No sex.”

  “I just saw him leave.”

  “We talked, ok?  No sex.  Just talking until we fell asleep.”

  “And the shirt?”

  “Trying something new,” I smile.

  “Has little Ms. Raven decided to settle down?”

  “I’m trying something new,” I restate.  “Now if you want to talk, help me do something with this hair.  I have like thirty minutes before I need to be downstairs.

            “Raven,” Bo smiles.  “What are you doing here?”

  “Umm…Dexter…”

The young man glances behind me.

  “What about Dexter?”

  “I invited her,” the man in question answers behind me.

  “What he said.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Probably because he came out of her room this morning,” Joe snorts.

Bo’s eyebrows raise and he finally takes in my appearance.  “So you’re the reason he came back to our suite shirtless.”

  “Dexter spends most of his time shirtless.  How do you know the difference?”

Bo studies me.

  “If it’s an inconvenience, I can find my own way.”

  “There’s plenty of room,” Dexter states, taking my bag.

  “I didn’t say anything about room,” I state, holding onto the bag.  “I said inconvenience.”

  “You are not an inconvenience.”

  “No.  Dexter is right.  You’re not an inconvenience and there is plenty of room,” Bo smirks as Dexter finally get the bag from me.  “It’s fine.  Don’t worry.  Erick is driving today.”

  “Is that a good thing?”

  “It’s better than Bo driving,” Dexter smirks.  “Get in.  I have the bags.”

            “So Raven,” Nikki whispers as we sit elbow to elbow in the third row of the SUV.  “Ya stole our friend last night.”

“I did,” I smile.  “I’m only slightly sorry.”

  “You and Dexter?”

  “Me and Dexter,” I grin over at her.

  “After one night?”

I chew on my bottom lip, trying to decide my best option.  I watch Dexter tense as the seconds tick by.

  “No,” I smile, deciding the best to stick as close to the truth as possible.  “He’s been my saving my ass for a few years now.  Last night was…It just changed something.  I usually hate being the damsel in distress thing but with him,” I shrug.  “I feel less like the damsel and more of an equal that he wants to protect.  He’s the only one I allow to protect me without protest because it’s not about control, just protection.  I haven’t had that in a while.  I think I’m going to try and enjoy it while it lasts,” I yawn.  “We got a long drive ahead of us.  I didn’t get much sleep last night.  I think I’m going to take a small nap.  Finish this later?”

She bounces a few times before crawling over the seat to settle on Joe’s lap, her legs stretching to rest her feet on Dexter’s lap.  Leaning against the window, I allow my eyes to close.  Warmth envelops me and open my eyes long enough to find Dexter’s jacket covering me.  “Thanks,” I mutter.

  “Don’t mention it, Birdie.”

            “Raven.  Raven.  Raven,” a voice chuckles.  “You are looking as beautiful as always.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Belleni.”

  “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Clark?”

  “Sorry Mr. Belleni, but I can’t do that.”

  “Why is that?”

  “You’re my father-in-law, sir.  It would be rude.”

  “Is that all that you see me as?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Pity.  Because I see you as much more than a daughter,” he smiles, reaching for me.  I stumble backwards.  “Raven,” he sighs.

  “Mr. Belleni, please.”

  “You know we still need you to produce an heir.”

  “We’ve been over this.  Dan and I decided we don’t want kids.”

  ���We both know why my son can’t impregnate you.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Everyone knows that faggot…”

  “Don’t talk about Dan like that.”

  ‘Why do you defend him?  He will never treat you the way you need to be treated.”

  “My husband treats me just fine.”

  “Your husband is currently bent over for the pool boy,” he scoffs.  “The contract with your father states that you will continue the Belleni family.  We both know your so-called husband is not going to do the job.  But there is still a Belleni male that can.”

  “I never agreed to anything other than marrying your son.”

  “Your father agreed.  On the bed.”

  “No.”

  “That wasn’t a request,” he growls.

Hands wrap around my arms.

  “Don’t touch me,” I snarl, my back hitting something solid.

  “Raven,” a voice calls.  “Wake up.  Raven.  Come one Birdie.”

  “Don’t touch me,” I snarl again, lashing out.

A hand wraps around my fist, "Birdie!"

My eyes snap open to meet concerned blue. "Are you back with us?"

  “Dexter?”

He leans back so I can focus on his entire face. "I'm going to let go of you. Please don't follow through with that punch."

"I'm sorry," I whisper pulling away from the man.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I snap.

"Okay.”  He moves lower the seat to let me out.

I scramble over the backseat of the SUV stumbling slightly on shaky knees before making it to the small patch of grass.  I gag as my stomach roils.

  “My driving isn’t that bad,” Bo calls from the driver side of the SUV.

I wave him off.

A bottle of water floats in front of my face. "What's wrong," Dexter whispers in my ear.

  "Nothing."

  "Bullshit. You just swung on me and then ran out to dry heave in the grass."

  "You startled me that's all.  And I got carsick."

  "And you're shaking," he continues as if I hadn't spoken. "What's wrong?"

  "It was just a bad dream."

His hand slides up my back as he squats beside me. "There are tears in your eyes."

I turn to face him fully meeting his eyes squarely. "I promise, I'm fine. I was having a bad dream and you startled me awake that's all."

  "Must have been one hell of a dream," he smiles wiping away a tear that escapes with his knuckle.

  "Yeah," I sigh. "Go, your fans are waiting.  We can talk about this later.  I need to check the match listings for tonight."

  “Sure thing, Birdie,” he sighs, leaning over to kiss my temple.

            “Feeling better,” a voice behind me questions.

Turning, I find Joe.  “Yeah.”

  “Want to talk about it?”

  “No offense but not with you.  Just don’t know you that well.”

  “No offense taken.  Your boy toy is alone in the locker room.”

  “Good to know.”

  “Aren’t you going to join him?”

  “We’re sharing a hotel room.  I think we can handle a couple more hours apart.”

  “You two aren’t acting very couplely.”

  “And how is that?”

  “You don’t act close.”

  “Sorry.  I’m a tough nut to crack and we are still a new couple.”

  “And Dexter is very… passionate.”

  “You think I can’t be passionate?”

  “Fiery, yes.  Passionate in the ring, absolutely.  Interpersonally, not from what I’ve seen.”

  “Then maybe you don’t really know me,” I whisper, leaning in.

  “Birdie?  Everything ok?”  A hand slides across the small of my back.

  “Fine.  Just getting the run down from Joe here about how unpassionate I am.  I’m done for the night, I’m going to take a Uber and head back to the hotel. See you there.”

  “You haven’t eaten.”

  “I don’t have an appetite tonight.  Thanks for the concern Dex, it’s not needed.  See you later.”

  “What the hell did you say, Joe?”

Seconds later my back hits the hallway wall.  My arms pinned above my head as a heavy body presses into me.  “What did he say to you,” Dexter whispers against my ear.

  “Let me go Dexter,” I growl, fighting back the panic rising up.

  “What did he say?”

  “Let go of my arms.  Please.”

The grip on my arms disappears and my hands come down to rest on his shoulders.

  “At least tell me you’re okay.”

  “I’m fine.  I’ll see you back at the hotel.”

  “Okay,” he steps back.

  “I’m…I’m sorry, Dex,” I mumble.  Glancing around I see most of our coworkers watching us.  Leaning up, I press a kiss to his lips.

            “There you are.”

  “Hey Dexter,” I sigh turning off the treadmill.  “I’ve been here since I got back.  Why?”

  “It’s two in the morning for one.  Why are you in the gym so late?”

  “What do you usually do in the gym?”

  “I don’t usually use the gym after I wrestled a twenty-five minute match.  Is this because of Joe?”

  “No.  I didn’t particularly like what he had to say about my personality but he has a right to his opinion of me.”

  “He doesn’t know you.”

  “Neither do you,” I smirk.  “And you are letting me sleep in your room.  Despite me being a cold bitch.”

  “Like you said, he doesn’t know you.  Are you…better?”

I nod leaning back on the control panel of the treadmill.

  “Ready to talk about it?”

  “Not really.”

  “You would rather exhaust yourself,” he states.

  “The nightmares,” I sigh.  “Always work myself to exhaustion when they come back.  It helps me sleep through the night.”

  “You’re not exactly sleeping.”

  “Touche,” I grin.

  “Does it keep them away?”

  “No.  But I can sleep through them.”

  “Then I think it’s time you come to bed.  We have an early day tomorrow.”

  “I’m fine,” I mutter.

  “I’m not going to make you.  But I am going to ask again.  Will you come to bed now?  Please.”

My knee buckles slightly from exhaustion and I sit heavily onto the side of the machine.

  “Is that your answer?”

  “My brain wants to say I’m staying but my body says I’m done,” I smirk, glancing around the room checking I left the other equipment how I found it.  “Let me wipe this down and I’ll head up.”

  “Don’t take too long.”

[andie01writing]

Fake It Til You Make It Pt 1

            “You’re not wearing that.”

  “Seeing as I’m an adult, I’ll wear whatever the hell I want.”

  “You represent the company.”

  “Say what you really mean, Taker.”

He cocks his head at me.

  “Say it.”

  “Stop embarrassing yourself.”

  “That’s not what you mean.  Say it.”

  “Raven.”

  “Unless you want to say what you really mean, you can get out of my room.”

  “What exactly do you want me to say?”

  “I embarrass you.  Which is just the pot calling the kettle black in my opinion.”

The large man glares down at me.

  “The Undertaker glare doesn’t intimidate me.  You’ve used it too much on me.”

He turns on his heel, marching towards the room door.

  “Just what I thought,” I snort.

The door slamming behind him shakes the whole room.

Lowering myself to the bed, I release the breath I was holding unknowingly.  “Fucking jerk,” I mutter.  My phone pinging brings my attention downward.

  “Happy Birthday Rave.  Hope it’s a good one.  Hope you’re getting all that you want out of your life.”

  “Thanks Dan.  Miss you.”

  “Same.”

            “Hey Birthday Girl,” Alexa smiles, sliding a drink into my hand.

  “Lexi,” I grin, wrapping the smaller woman in a hug.  “Thank you for inviting me out.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she waves me off.  “Now drink that so we can get on the dance floor.  I know how you need to be loosened up first.”

  “Gonna take more than one weak ass drink,” I smirk, gulping the drink down.

  “But it is a start,” she chuckles, taking the glass from my hand.  “Now let’s go.  You need to shake that ass so you can get your grumpy ass laid.”

  “I am not grumpy,” I grin, allowing her to tow me out to the dance floor.

  “Sure, you’re not,” she laughs over the music.

            “So,” Charlotte grins, sipping her drink.  “What exactly are we celebrating tonight?  Your retirement?  You’re way past your prime.”

  “Aren’t you like four years younger than me,” I roll my eyes.

  “Four more years of glory,” she smiles.

I glance at my friend and she shrugs.  “Lex, love you but…”

  “What do you have and mind, Char?”

  “Let’s play a game.”

  “Alright John Kramer.”

The woman looks at me blankly.

  “Jigsaw?”

No change in expression.

I roll my eyes.  “What kind of game, Clueless?”

  “How about……Truth, Drink or Dare.”

  “What is this?  College?”

  “If you think you’re too good…”

  “Raven, just go with it.  You’ll get some free drinks outta it.” Alexa leans to whisper.  “We’re in.”

            “Come on, Ms. Stick in the Mud,” Charlotte whines.  “You have to pick dare at some point.”

  “You are a literal child.  And a spoiled brat at that,” I smirk, sipping the water on the table.

  “I dare you to…spend fifteen minutes with them,” she points across the room.  I follow her line of sight and settle on the group of people.

  “The Wyatts?

  “Yep,” she pops the p.  “If you’re brave enough.”

My eyes settle on the dreaded blonde.  The charcoal gray tee stretched tightly across his chest.  I remember walking into that chest many times at the Performance Canter.  The smell of paint and ink always clinging there.

  “Raven, you don’t have…”

  “Ok,” I state, standing.

  “Raven,” Alexa starts.

  “It’s fine, Lexi.  They don’t scare me.  Fifteen minutes and I’ll meet you on the dance floor.  I’m kinda tired of that one.”

Picking my way across the bar, I keep my eyes on Dexter.  The memories of those blue eyes sweeping over me as some guy mouths in the background.  Relief and attraction filling me as his arm wraps around my waist.  The man in question glancing up watch me approach.

  “Hello guys,” I smile sliding into an empty chair at the table.

The group stares back at me silently.

  “Listen, here’s the deal.  You scare the ever living shit out of my table over there,” I motion vaguely.  “They think it’s an incredibly huge risk for me to come over here.  I on the other hand think you are not that scary.  I know this won’t hurt a fly unless you piss him off,” I pat the man beside me’s arm.

Dexter glances at me from the corner of his eye.

  “So I trust his judgement on the rest of you.  Let me buy a round of drinks and win some pride for myself.”

  “How do you know Dexter,” Bo asks, leaning back to eye his friend.

  “Saved my ass at the Performance Center…a few times,” I smile.  “I’m mouthy and some guys can’t handle it.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.  My mouth gets me in trouble more times than I can count.  So what are we drinking?”

Erick calls the waitress over.

  “What are you doing,” Dexter whispers.

  “So you can talk,” I smirk.

He turns to look at me fully.  “What are you doing?”

  “I told you.  They think you’re terrifying.  They dared me to come over here.  You don’t scare me sooooo….Here I am.  And I was serious about those drinks.”

  “Maybe you should be scared,” someone whispers from my other side.

I lash out shoving the body beside me.

  “Maybe you are scared,” Joe laughs from the floor.

  “Maybe I don’t like people sneaking up on me.  Don’t do that again.”

  “Or what?”

  “You don’t want to know.  Now do you want that drink or not?”

  “I like her,” Joe smiles.

  “Get out of my face,” I grin.

  “I really like her,” Joe pats my face.  I feel Dexter tense behind me.

  “Don’t do that again and I’ll let you keep your hand.  Now go order your drink.”

  “You don’t learn,” Dexter mumbles.

  “You are not the first one to say that to me.”

  “You’re lucky Joe is harmless.  He just likes to annoy.”

  “If I viewed him as a threat I wouldn’t be over here.”

  “You don’t have a very good track record at recognizing threats.”

  “Well you would know best.”

  “Whose fault is that?”

  “No one ever asked you to save me.”

  “You think I’m the kind of man that would walk by someone being assaulted?”

  “I don’t really know what kind of man you are.  You never really talked before.  Just swooped in saved my ass and left.”

  “You know me enough to trust my judgement about the others.”

  “Touche,” I chuckle.  “But I have a good feeling about you.”

The corner of his mouth turns up as he turns to start a conversation with Erick and I turn my attention to the drink in my hand.  At some point Nikki pulls a chair around to jabber at me.  I nod at what I hope are appropriate times as my mind drifts.  Occasionally Dexter’s hand drifts over to brush my arm pulling me back from going too deep into my mind.

  “Excuse me, everyone but I need to steal my friend,” Alexa’s voice cuts through the jabbering and music.  I look up to find the short blonde standing over me.  “You’re late,” she smiles.

  “Apparently I have been sitting here too long,” I grin.  “Hope you guys have a good night.  Nikki, uh, good talk.”

  “Oh my God, Raven, you’ve been over there for twenty-five minutes,” Alexa whispers as we walk away.

  “Eh, they mostly ignored me.  Nikki was trying to talk to me but she talks so fast.”

  “Dexter seemed very cozy with you.  Rubbing your arm,” she grins.

  “He brushed my arm occasionally,” I roll my eyes.

  “And you allowed it.  You don’t allow men to touch you.  But he just gets to casually touch wherever he pleases,” she waggles her eyebrows at me.

  “It was my arm.  You act like he had his hand down my pants.”

  “For you that was pretty damn close.”

  “Shut up and dance, Pixie.”

            “I’ll be right back,” Alexa shouts over the music.  “I need water.”

I throw a thumbs up to my friend as I continue to move to the music.  I close my eyes against a sudden wave of dizziness.  “Maybe I need some water too,” I think.  “Or to sit down.”

  “Hey there, Pretty Lady.  Let me help you.”

  “I’m good.  Thanks,” I mutter.

  “Come on.”

  “I said no.”

  “I’m just trying to help you bitch.”

  “I don’t need your help, bitch,” I shove the man.  “And I never asked for it.”

  “Listen, you ungrateful whore,” he snarls, grabbing my arm.

  “Don’t fucking touch me.”

  “Oh, I can do more than touch.”

  “Yeah, no thanks.”

  “Your mouth says no but that body….”

  “Creep,” I scoff.  “Stay the fuck away from me.”

  “Say whatever you want,” his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close.  “But I think I’m going to take you home with me.”

  “The lady said no.”

  “The lady is with me freak.”

  “She still said no.  Now hands off.”

The hands disappear and I stumble back into a solid chest.  Gentle hands move me to the side and Dexter steps in front of me.  “Touch her again.”

  “Always my savior,” I whisper to myself, stumbling away.

  “Hey,” Dexter calls as I stumble down the hallway.  “Raven, wait.”

  “I just want to get somewhere to lay.  Or sit.”

  “Are you okay, Raven.”

  “Yeah.  Just overdid it tonight.  Thanks for rescuing me once again.”

I stumble again and gentle hands grab my shoulders.  “Sorry,” he mutters, hands disappearing.

  “It’s fine.  I’m just going back to my room.  Won’t get in any more trouble.  Promise.”

  “I find that hard to believe,” he smirks.

  “Because I’m such a trouble maker?”

  “Because there are a lot of trouble makers around and you don’t back down from anyone.”

  “Walk me to my room?”

  “What?”

  “If I’m such a danger to myself, walk me to my room.”

  “Okay,” he grins.

  “Someone has to keep me safe and you’re the only one willing to take the job.  Why is that?”

  “Uhhh…I don’t really know.”

  “Oh,” I smirk, leaning against the wall beside the elevators.  “You’re turning a little red.  Are you blushing, Mr. Lumis?”

  “No.”

  “Pity.  If you were I’d tell you how cute it is.”

  “You’re drunk.”

  “Not that drunk.”

  “Yes.  That drunk.”

  “You don’t know.”

  “Anyone with eyes would know,” he smirks as the elevator arrives.  “Ladies first.”

  “You just want to look at my ass.”

He doesn’t answer as he follows me, settling beside me.

  “There’s that not a blush,” I grin.  “So you did.”

  “What if I did?”

  “Mmm,” I hum turning to stand in front of him.  “I would have to admit I’m kinda like watching you walk away too.  And,” I lean up on my toes to press a kiss to his lips.

  “Raven, you’re drunk.  Don’t do this.”

  “You’re sweet.  And protective.  And so damn cute.  And kissable.”  I press another kiss to his lips pulling myself closer.  His arms wrap around my waist, his lips moving against mine.  Suddenly he pulls away.  “I can’t.”

  “Sure you can.”

  “Not with you like this,” he states.  “Let’s get you to your room and we can revisit this when you’re thinking clearly.  Now come on,” his arm wraps around my waist guiding me out of the elevator.  “What room are you in?”

  “Nine eighteen.”

  “Alright.”

I bury my nose into the crook of his neck, the scent of paint and a slight musk clears my head slightly and I lean heavily against him.

  “Hey, now.  Almost there.  Come on.  Grab your key.”

I dig the plastic rectangle from the pocket holding it between us.

  “Don’t give up on me now,” he chuckles.

  “I’m just tired,” I mumble as I hear a lock click.  “Can you…”

  “I got you,” he mumbles. 

My feet feel like lead as he guides me through the room.  My back hits the mattress before I realize I’ve made it to the bed.  Dexter’s hands swiftly working the high heels from my feet, massaging each one momentarily before disappearing.  “Goodnight Raven.  Find me in the morning if you feel the same.”

The feeling of loneliness overwhelms me.

  “Or I can skip a step and you can stay here.”

  “Raven.”

  “Please just stay,” I whimper.  “Everyone leaves me.  I’m just tired of being alone all the time.”

He runs his hands over his head before nodding.  “Move over you bed hog.”

  “My bed,” I mutter, settling deeper into the bed.  “I can take up as much as I want.”

  “Not if you want me to stay.”

  “Fine.”

[andie01writing]

Ex to See

“You really need to get over me, Kassidy.”

Turning from comparing the two jars of pasta sauce in my hand to find my ex.  “What are you talking about exactly?”

  “You’re in here daily.  Stalking me and Jessie.”

  “Are you serious,” I laugh.  “It’s a grocery store.  The closest one to my house.  I do eat.  I require food.  The fact that you and your latest girlfriend work here is just an unfortunate fact,” I roll my eyes, turning back to the shelves.

  “Right,” he snorts.

  “Sorry to bruise your ego but I have moved on quite a few times in the years since you.  Much like yourself.  The only difference is I waited until I ended the relationship before I moved on.”

  “Is that why every time I drive by your place, you’re home alone.”

  “You’re the one who needs to get over our breakup it seems.”

  “Keep telling yourself that.”

  “Is there a problem here?”

  “No sir.”

  “Just a misunderstanding,” I smile, tossing a jar into my cart.

X

                My phone dinging pulls me from my thoughts.  I smile at the name, unlocking the device.

  Miss you, the text reads.

  I deserve a vacation Bo, I reply.

  You do.  But I can still miss you.

  What about the two years you disappeared on me?

  I was injured and let go.

  You obviously have my number.

  You have me there.  How are doing?

  Healing.  It’s minor.  I’ll be back soon.”

  Gonna be in town next week.

  Coming by?

  Hoped to.

  I’ll get your favorite beer.

  Or we can go to your favorite bar.

  Or both.

  I like the way you think.  LOL.  See you Friday?”

I send a thumbs up emoji before setting the phone on the table, my mood suddenly lighter.  I don’t know why the thought of Bo coming by makes me so giddy.  We usually spent one night a month together talking over drinks before letting the man escort me back to my hotel room before he disappeared from the road.  He had spent a night or two sleeping on his couch when we were in town and I had even shared his bed the one night I stayed in his hometown.  When he returned to the road a few months ago we restarted our routine.

  “Until I almost broke my damn neck,” I sigh to no one.  The doctor stated if it was a centimeter in a different direction and it would have been disastrous.  “No one needs to know that part though.  It didn’t happen so it’s not worth thinking about.”

X

                I glance at the road as I pull grocery bags from the back of my SUV.  “You watching for him is not going to make him show up faster, Kass.”  Shaking my head, I carry the bags into the kitchen, depositing them onto the table before returning to the SUV.

  “Kassidy.”

  “How did I not hear that shitty truck pulling up,” I mutter before turning to my ex.  “What do you want?”

  “To give you what you want,” he grins.

  “If that were true, you would disappear from my life.”

  “You know we were good.”

  “I was great.  You were meh but I kept you around because I foolishly thought I was in love.”

  “Come on Kassie.”

  “Don’t call me Kassie,” I grumble.  “And what’s wrong?  Did your latest thing find out about your true nature?  You can go home and give your hand a STD because you’re not getting anywhere need me,” I turn back to my vehicle.

  “Kass…”

  “Get off my property.”

  “She said leave,” Bo’s voice growls from the rear of the house.

  “Apparently I am just oblivious to everyone on my property,” I think.

  “Who the hell are you?”

  “The only one here that was invited,” I answer as a hand grips my hip.  “Hey Bo.  Why did you come through the back?”

  “Hey Kass.  Shitty truck blocking the front driveway.  Need help?”

  “Not with this,” I smile, turning to awkwardly hug my friend despite my hands being full of beer.  “That,” I chin jerk, “maybe.”

  “Who is that,” he smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes that bore into the other man.

  “Remember the bad mood I had the night we met?  Meet the bad mood.”

  “I’ll take care of it.  Get those into the fridge.”

Bo’s mood is sour when he joins me in the house.

  “He has that effect on people,” I mutter, leaning against the counter.

  “What…What did you…”

  “Young and dumb is the only excuse I can say.”

  “I don’t believe you were ever that dumb,” a smile tugs at his lips.

  “Complete idiot,” I smirk.  “So what are you feeling tonight?  Beer and Netflix on the couch?  Going out to the bar?”

  “Hmmm,” he hums.  “I think I need to take you out.”

  “You do, do you?  And what brings you to that conclusion?”

  “You haven’t been out of this house since you got hurt.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “I know you.”

  “I hate it when I can’t argue with you,” I scrunch my nose at him.

  “Go get ready,” he mimics me.

  “Bossy,” I smirk, moving around him.

  “Wear something cute.  Not the usual when we go out.”

  “Definitely bossy tonight.”

X

                “Does this meet your qualifications,” I start, exiting my bedroom stopping mid-step at the sight in my living room.

Bo stands shirtless winding his long air into a tight bun, the muscles in his back flexing with each movement.  My eyes roam his skin hungrily.  The thought of staying home and doing other things with my friend.  “Fuck I need to get laid or I’m going to do something stupid again.”  Shaking the thoughts from my head as he turns to face me, his eyes widening.  “Bo?  Too much,” I ask, twirling and allowing the skirt of my halter dress  to billow slightly.

Clearing his throat, “No.  You look beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” I smile as he pulls his shirt on.  “Not too bad yourself.”

  “Thanks,” he smirks working the buttons of his shirt quickly.  “I try.  Let’s go.  We’re taking your car.  I’m driving.”

  “Very specific.”

  “If the asshole wants stalk you and your place then he’s going to see my car not yours tonight.”

  “Who says he’s stalking me?”

  “He did.”

  “What?”

  “He says he knew I was a new lay.  Because he drives by your place daily.

   “And the bastard had the nerve to accuse me of stalking,” I mutter.  “Good thing I change the locks after our breakup.”

  “I knew you were smart.”

  “What happened…other than the obvious of being an asshole?”

  “He asked for some space to figure some stuff out.  So I gave it to him,” I shrug.  “We checked in weekly with each other but otherwise I gave him the space.  Found out he was sleeping around…in my house.”

  “Fuck,” he growls, hands tightening around the steering wheel.

  “Did you just curse, Mr. Dallas?”

  “Yes, I fucking did.”

  “Alrighty then,” I chuckle.  “I kicked him out.  Changed the locks.  Basically erased him from my life.  He pops up from time to time to annoy me.  I guess you’re the first of my ‘lays’ to confront him,” I smirk, patting his hand on the gear shift.

X

                “Do you trust me,” Bo whispers against my ear as I stand waiting for the bartender.

  “You know I do,” I turn to look over my shoulder at him.  “What’s up?”

  “Asshole walked in,” he states, fingers tracing along my spine.  His dark eyes watching me for any reaction.  “Want to give him a show?”

  “What do you have in mind?”

He chuckles, nuzzling against the back of my neck as the bartender pulls my attention forward again.

  “He wants to think we’re together, let him see how happy you are without him.”

  “And how do we do that,” I ask, as he reaches around me to take our drinks.

  “Trust me,” he winks, downing his drink before taking my hand.

I repeat his action with my own drink before allowing him to pull me through the bar to the small dance floor in front of the live band.  His arms wrap around my waist as the band starts a slow ballad.  I drape my arms over his shoulders, my fingers playing with the ends of his hair coming loose from his bun as we sway.  He hums pulling me closer and I change my stance, wrapping my arms under his and snuggling against his chest.

  “Nice cologne,” I mutter absently.

  “Thanks,” he chuckles, his fingers dance up and down my spine as he holds me tight.

  “How do you know I love my back rubbed like that?”

  “I pay attention.  How do you know I like my hair played with?”

  “I always play with your hair,” I smirk, peeking up at him.  “I don’t even think about it.”

I feel him hum rather than hear him.

                “You do, you know,” I smile after three songs on the dance floor.

  “I do what,” he grins, helping me onto a barstool before seating himself beside me.  Caging my legs between his as he pulls me closer to him.”

  “You said to show him how happy I am.  You make me happy.”

A smirk tugs at his lips but the happiness doesn’t quite make it to his eyes.

  “I didn’t ask, is there a reason for this visit or just my general loveliness?”

  “I can’t miss you?”

  “You can.  But there seems to be something on your mind on and off tonight.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Didn’t say you weren’t,” I take a sip of my drink.  “But you’re not fully yourself either.”

  “Like?”

  “You let asshole get under your skin tonight.  You got mad in the car.  I don’t think I have ever seen you like that in the years I’ve known you.  A couple of times your smile hasn’t reached your eyes also.  You don’t have to talk about it,” I state, squeezing his knee.  “Just thought you might have came to talk.”

He stares at his drink, spinning the glass in his fingertips.  “Just lonely,” he finally states softly.

  “Know the feeling.”

  “Figured we could be lonely together.”

  “Never lonely with you around, Bo.”

He snorts.

  “There’s that smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.”

  “You are…You are where I don’t have to act.  I can let everything down and just be.”

  “I think that is a compliment.”

  “It is.” This smile is genuine.

Reaching out, I release his hair from the bun.  Finger combing the few tangles, I watch his eyes close.  “You’re not alone, Bo.”  Curling my fingers, I lightly scratch along his scalp, and Bo practically purrs, leaning back into my hand.

  “Thank you,” he murmurs.

  “Always,” I smile, carefully removing my hand from his hair.  “Want me to put it back up.  I’m sure it’s cooler for you.  It’s so gorgeous down though.”

  “It is not.”

  “You know you have gorgeous hair,” I smirk, standing to move behind him.

  “Leave it down,” he sighs, grabbing me around the waist.  “Please.”

  “It’s your hair.  The only thing you have to ask me for is to leave it alone.”

  “Don’t do that either,” he smiles, pulling me closer.  “It’s still early, we could hit the dance floor again.  Or I can take you home to curl up on the couch,” he sighs as my hands hesitantly rest on his chest.

I try to ignore the heat seeping in my body from his, as I fight against the urge to run my hands over his chest.  “What the hell is wrong with me tonight?  This is your friend, not some random guy to lust over.  It’s fucking Bo, you want to fuck up your only true friendship?”

  “Kass?”

Clearing my throat, I meet his eyes.  “Sorry.”

  “Do I wanna know where you just went?”

I shake my head, moving my hands to his shoulders to remove the temptation.

  “Hey,” he sighs.  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.  Yeah.  I know, I’m being weird.  Sorry I don’t know what’s going on with me right now.”

  “You haven’t drank that much tonight,” he grins.

  “Yeah,” I laugh, moving to play with the ends of his hair nervously.  “Must be my natural weirdness.”

  “Kassidy…”

  “I’m fine, I promise.”

His dark eyes search my face.

  “What are you feeling like,” I ask, returning to his original question.

  “That wasn’t what I asked.  I asked what you wanted.”  His hands return to my back and I shiver.

  “I don’t know what I want,” I answer truthfully.

  “Now who’s not acting themselves,” he grins, his eyes darting over my shoulder before back to mine.

  “Yeah,” I chuckle before gasping as he pulls me even closer.

  “How much do you trust me?”

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Tell me to stop if you want me to,” he breathes leaning in.

  “Stop wha…”

  “Shhhhh,” he mumbles, nosing along mine.  “Only word you need to say is stop.”

  “Ok,” I breathe seconds before his lips ghost over mine.

He pulls back to glance into my eyes before diving back.  The kiss has my knees weakening and my hands tightening around his shoulders. 

When he pulls back a second time, I pull him back to me.  “Don’t stop,” I breathe, leaning into him further.  “Why didn’t you tell me you were such a good kisser?”

He shrugs and I’m suddenly aware of his hands at the exposed small of my back, rubbing light circles, warmth spreading downward.

  “Want to head out of here?”

There is the sound of glass breaking behind me.

  “Don’t look,” Bo whispers, pressing his forehead to mine, a smirk tugging at his lips.  “It’s just the asshole.”

  “Oh,” I breathe, reality hitting me square in the chest as I remember why he’s doing this.  Clearing my throat, I meet his eyes.  “Let’s head home.”

X

                The ride back to my house is quiet as I stare out the window and try to shove the empty feeling that is sitting in the center of my chest painfully away.

  “Kass?”

I blink away unneeded tears before turning to my friend.

  “Did I…I’m so sorry Kass.  I overstepped.”

  “No.  I told you not to stop.”

  “I shouldn’t have started,” he sighs as we pull into the driveway.

  “It’s fine,” I mumble.

  “Then why are you crying?  And don’t lie because I have already seen you.  Do you still want me here?”

  “Of course, Bo.”

  “Then tell me.  Please.”

  “Maybe it reminded me of how alone I’m going to be again when you leave.  Maybe it reminded me of just how alone I'm going to be period.  Alone at home.  Alone on the road.  No matter how many people are around.  I’ll always be alone.  Fleeting moments with you but ultimately alone.  And maybe I forgot what we were doing tonight.  Maybe for a second I forgot it wasn’t real.  Stupid huh?  I think I’m just going to head to bed.  You know where all the blankets and such for the couch right?”

He nods, not looking at me.

  “Goodnight then.”

                “Kass can we talk?”

I glance over my shoulder at Bo standing in the doorway between my bedroom and balcony.  “Sure,” I shrug.

He sits in the second chair beside me, his eyes studying his hands.

  “You don’t have to be alone, Kass.”

  “Yeah, I know.  I just gotta open myself up to other people.  Let them in.  Yadda, yadda, and all that other stuff every guy has spat at me when I become too much.  I’m a cold bitch.  I’m aware.  You don’t have to come out here to remind me.”

  “No!  I mean yes, a good relationship requires openness.  I don’t think you’re cold though, just guarded.  I would never call you cold.”

  “Thanks for that.”

  “I meant that you don’t have to feel alone.  You have me.”

  “Until some great woman comes along and you are no longer accessible to me,” I smile sadly.  “You deserve it so I know it will eventually happen.”

  “And you don’t think you deserve a good guy?”

  “I think that I don’t know how to be someone who good guys want to stick around for.”

  “I do.”

  “You know what I mean,” I grumble, standing.

  “Yeah, I do,” he follows me to his feet.

  “Then don’t do this right now.”

  “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t…Just don’t,” I move towards my room.

  “I can’t not do something if I don’t know what it is,” he follows, grabbing my wrist.

  “But you do know.”

  “Don’t tell you that I love you?  Or that I’ve been crazy about you from the day I first walked up to you in that bar.  That I never wanted Curtis anywhere near you but I was too much of a pussy to admit it so I lied.  And then you were with him and I had someone I thought would make me happy in your place.  She wasn’t you though.”

Each statement tightens something in my chest.  “Bo.”

He steps closer, continuing like I hadn’t spoke.  “Don’t tell you that night of taking pictures to piss off my ex-wife was the best night of my life.  The simple fact that someone wanted to spend time with me, not just be with me in name only.  That I thought about that night for months.  Then tonight, I decided to allow myself a small taste tonight.  I can’t ever seem to stop thinking about you.”

  “You can’t me get off your mind,” I breathe.

  “Your lips against mine,” he growls, pulling me flush to his body.  “Specifically.  Dreaming about it.  Now that I have the taste of you…I don’t know what to do with myself.”

  “Bo,” I sigh.  My lips touch his and Bo groan loudly, threading his fingers through my hair and deepening the kiss.

  “Yeah,” he sighs breathlessly as we part before stealing a second kiss.

  “I won’t tell you to stop.  So please be sure about this.  I can’t…I can’t lose you.”

Bo growls, sliding his hand down my neck and hauling me in for a third kiss. “You won’t.  I can’t seem to stop kissing you."

  “Good,” I smile against his lips, my fingers curling into his shirt.  My back meets the wall, his weight pressing against me. 

Bo gasps out when I pull away and press kisses to his neck. “Oh, Jesus, you can’t do that.” He hesitantly grips my hips. “I don’t know how much you want and if you do that, you’re probably going to end up with more than you bargained for.” He rasps, his words ragged as my lips move lower.

  “Promise,” I ask playfully, raising to gently nip at his jaw. I’m startled by the growl he lets out.

I pull back to smile up at him.

  “Please don’t tease me,” Bo grumbles. “Everyone always has a good laugh over my noises.”

  “Laughing is basically the furthest thing from my mind right now. What other sounds do you make?  Where do I need to touch you to make more noises,” I smile.  “Can I take this off?”

He groans lowly in the back of his throat, stepping back slowly.  “Are you sure?”

I nod, following him away from the wall, fingers wrapping in the hem of his tee.  “Please.”

He nods shakily and I tug the shirt upwards, my nails scrapping over his skin lightly causing him to shiver.  Tossing the shirt to the side, my eyes scan across his broad chest and toned arms.  “Someone has not treated you right, Bo,” I smile.  “Someone needs to change that.”

  “I think I found someone,” he grins, sliding my shirt upwards.  “I am a lucky man.” Bo mutters, halfway talking to himself as his eyes sweep down my body. Stepping forward again, I run a hand up his arm, memorizing every dip and bulge of muscle.

  “Fuck,” he growls, lowering his forehead to my temple.  “Such simple things turn me on.”

  “Don’t make it too easy for me,” I grin, pulling him in for another kiss.

  “Wouldn’t think about it,” he chuckles against my lips before tracing down my neck.

I giggle as his beard tickles my chest.  My laughter dissipated into a whimper when he ghosted his mouth over one of my breasts, my nerves lighting up. His tongue and teeth quickly wake my left nipple, laving and tugging the flesh until the whimper burst out, “Bo…”

  “I love the sound of my name from your lips.” He says bluntly, tweaking your nipple with his fingers as he moves to my other breast.  “Again.”

I wrap my fingers through his hair to hold him in place.  “Make me.”

He snarls against my skin lifting me.  My back hits the mattress.  “If we keep going…”

  “Keep going,” I groan.  “Please.”

Bo hunts for more kisses, barely giving me time to breathe before he starts fucking his tongue in and out of my mouth. His thumbs kept circling, teasing the taut skin of my breasts mercilessly.

Every groan and whimper seems to drive him more frantic.  “I’m not going anywhere Bo,” I pant when his mouth leaves mine.  “You have me.  I promise.”

Bo groans against my skin, his hands dropping to the waistband of my panties.  “Can I?  Please?”

  “Not from this position,” I smile.

He grins sitting back.  Kneeling, he pulls my legs flush with his chest, hands sliding from my ankles down my legs.  Wrapping his fingers around my waistband, he slowly removes the clothing.  “I’m a lucky lucky man,” he grins, staring down at me.

  “Come here and I can make you feel even luckier.”

  “Not possible,” he smiles.  “But I’m more interested in finding out if finding out if you taste as sweet everywhere.”

  “Like…” the end of my question is cut off by a gasp.  Teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before a soft kiss.

  “Like there,” he grins, draping my legs over his shoulders.  “Or…”

I squeak, head reeling from how fast he moved then moan loudly at the tongue that was gently teasing my clit. “Bo.”

His firm grip on my hips, knees over his shoulders like they belonged there. He released you briefly to shove his hair back out of the way, flashing you a stomach-twisting smile. “This okay?”

I nod enthusiastically.

He laughs and returns his mouth to my cunt, lazily licking in long, slow strokes with the flat of his tongue.   Throwing my head back, barely believing that this is happening on my bed.  The thought had my belly filling with heat. “Please please please.” my voice cries out desperately, my whole body tense.

Bo growls into me, one arm sliding under my hips.  “Oh, you don’t have to beg.”  He reaches up with his other hand to tease at my entrance.

  “Yes, Bo.  Please.”

His finger breaches me, curling and I see stars.

  “Now who’s making it easy,” he grins, shoving his hair back again.  A second finger joins the first stroking along my spot, his thumb taking up his tongues previous actions against my clit.  The heat and tension finally overwhelming me.  “Bo,” I cry.  Fucking hell.”  I tremble as he continues through my orgasm.

  “Kass.  Baby?”

  “Baby.” I question, peaking down at him.

  “Too much,” he asks, licking his fingers clean.

  “Only if you get up here,” I crook my finger at him.

  “Not going to lie, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.  I’m kinda’…I mean… I’m kinda’ wound up.”

I couldn’t help but smile back, my eyes half-lidded. “I don’t even care.  You could last seconds and I would be satisfied.

  “Don’t say that,” he mumbles.  “You can’t let me off easy.”

  “I’m sure you can make it up if you do,” I smile as he crawls up my body.

  Leaning down, he kisses me hungrily on the mouth.

  “Always.” he states breathlessly, slowly sheathing himself.

My eyes fall close and dig fingers into his shoulders with a whimper. Bo instantly stops. “Too much?” he gasped, his hands fisted in the blankets on either side of my head. “Say the word and I’ll get the fuck off of you, okay?” His voice had a ragged sound to it that made you shiver.

  “I’m good, I’m fine.  Just so full.”

  “How do you know just the right things to say,” he groans against my ear as he starts to move.  You have no clue what you do to me.” he growled, snapping his hips up into me.

  “Bo,” I moan and he tenses up over me shuddering.

  “My name sounds fucking good, coming from your mouth.” The heated words pouring out of him did things to me that I hadn’t anticipated.  My refractory period is usually a bit longer, but Bo was hardly playing fair. “I’m yours, I’m all fucking yours Baby. Just say it and it’s yours.  And I’m gonna’ cum. So p-please–” Bo’s voice hitched, and the way he helplessly buries his face in my neck and cried out tipped me over the edge seconds later

  “S...So…Sorry,” he pants, mouthing sloppily over my throat as aftershocks rock through both of us.

  “Jesus,” I sigh, hand sliding down the hair stuck to his back.  “Don’t be.  If that’s what you can do to me in that amount of time.  I can’t wait to see what happens when your not preloaded.”

  “Does that mean I don’t have to sleep on the couch,” he grins, peeking up at me.

  “I will handcuff you to this bed if I have to,” I smirk.

  “I’m up for new experiences,” he chuckles, rolling to his side and pulling me to his chest.  “In the morning.”

  “Morning, noon, night, or midnight,” I chuckle.  “Just stay with me.”

  “Always.  But first, I have to clean up the mess that I made.”

  “Clean me up just to get me dirty again,” I smirk, allowing him to pull me to my feet.

  “Over and over and over again,” he growls against my ear.  “You just have to open that pretty little mouth of yours.”

A/N: Sooooooo..... should there be a part 4 to this series?

[andie01writing]

Home Alone Tonight

                “I figured you would be out somewhere better than this celebrating, Champ,” I smile, sliding onto the barstool beside Bo Dallas.

  “Hey Kassidy.”

  “You don’t seem very joyful tonight.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Want to talk about it?”

  “We’re not friends.”

  “We’re friendly,” I counter.  “Plus you gave me a pretty good couple months a while back, I owe you.”

  “Curtis was very happy too,” he grins.  “What happened?”

  “Just didn’t mesh where it counts.”

  “Didn’t need to know that.”

  “Unfortunately that was the one area we did mesh,” I smile.  “We did mesh very well in that area.  Mind wise…Not so much.  After the first couple of weeks, there wasn’t much talking between us.”

  “You dated for nine weeks.”

  “We really meshed in other areas.”

  “Nope.  Still don’t want to know.”

  “So why is one half of the tag champs in a corner bar instead of a club with his partner?”

He shakes his head.

  “Fair enough,” I smile as the bartender sets a bottle in front of me.  “If you want to talk I’ll be in the corner with the finest whiskey this place has to offer.  If you want to join me you can; if not then goodnight Bo.”

X

                “Fill me up,” Bo sighs, sliding across from me in the round booth.  “How do you take a whole booth by yourself?”

  “It’s mine.”

  “What,” he asks as I slide the glass back to him.

I point at the small plaque on the edge of the table.  “I use to come here a lot,” I explain at his questioning look.  “While I was coming up.  I became friends with the owner.  He dedicated this to me when I debuted on NXT.  I try to stop by after shows to enjoy it.”

  “You seem more open,” he eyes me.

  “In my element,” I shrug.  “And it was highly suggested I learn to open up more than my legs.”

Bo snorts.  “Who was dumb enough to say that to you?”

  “You buddy.  He was drunk and didn’t remember it but…drunk lips speak sober minds,” I shrug.  “Decided to think about my behavior and adjust where I saw fit.”

  “Explains the bruised ribs near the end of your relationship,” he grins.

  “It was also our relationship’s downfall.  I realized I wanted more than what we were giving one another.”

  “I know about the downfall of a relationship.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. Least yours was mutual.”

  “Since you’re the one drinking, I’m assuming there was you weren’t the cause.”

  “Nope.”

  “Wanna talk about it?”

  “Nope.”

  “Ok.”  I glance around at the few people scattered around the bar.  A couple trying to sneakily take pictures on their phones from across the bar.  “Wanna piss her off?”

  “What?”

  “Give me your phone.”

He sets the device between us.  Opening the camera I flip it to the front facing before sliding around to sit beside him.  “I’m going to hug you from behind and you’re going to look happy.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Turn,” I twirl my finger.

He turns his back to me and I adjust my shirt quickly before kneeling behind the man, arms draping over his shoulders.  “Smile,” I whisper.

His dimples appear and I take a second to take in how attractive he is before pressing the button.

  “Post that all over your socials,” I grin.  “Imply that you’re not going home alone tonight.  Her blood will be boiling.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Has the relationship ended or just headed downhill?”

  “Down.”

  “Then she’s going to hate seeing her man’s head in some other woman’s tits.”

  “Not if she’s with her lover.  Fuck.”

  “Makes it even better.  If she thinks you moved on too…”

  “Stop!”

  “Alright.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.  I pushed a boundary.  I’m sorry.  I can…” I motion leaving.

  “No.  Please don’t.”

  “Ok.  We don’t have to talk anymore.”

He glances down at his phone before grinning.  “Can we take more pictures?”

  “It worked,” I smirk.

  “Oh yeah.”

X

                Banging on the door startles me awake.  I sit up slowly from the chair in the corner of room. 

  “Fuck.  Did we?”

Glancing over I find Bo in the bed.

  “We didn’t…”

  “No.  I slept over here.”

  “Wh…Because I asked you to,” he groans.

  “You didn’t want to be alone.”

  “I’m…”

  “Don’t apologize.  Answer the door.”

Stumbling from the bed, he makes his way to the door.  “Sarah,” he breathes as he stands in the doorway, blocking the view to the room.  “What are you doing here?”

  “Where were you last night?"

  “Out with a friend.”

  “A friend?  Or your whore?”

  “A friend.  I believe you argued for the fact that we both deserve to have friends especially those of the opposite sex.”

  “She’s in there isn’t she?”

  “What are you doing here, Sarah?”

  “You’re my husband, I don’t need a reason to be here.  Why are you blocking the room?”

  “It’s my room.  I don’t need a reason to block your entrance.  You want your privacy but want to invade mine.”

  “We need to talk.”

  “We can talk over breakfast.  See you in an hour.”

The door closes quietly and I stare at the floor.

  “Well?”

  “You said last night you didn’t want to talk about it.  I’m not talking or asking about it.”

  “Thank you.  I’m going to shower.  Feel free to stay here as long as you want but I would suggest you stay here until after I leave to avoid her.”

  “I’m taking a nap in the bed then,” I smile, meeting his eyes.  “Friend.”

  “You’re stuck with me now,” he chuckles, disappearing.

[andie01writing]

Take Your Time

            Two damn months.  That’s how long I have given the bastard that is my boyfriend.  “Need space, my ass,” I growl to no one in particular.  “Needed space to fuck every whore in town.”  One day coming home unexpectantly and walking in on “date” to show me the truth.

  “I did not invite you to sit and be a grouch at the bar,” my friend chastises.  “Get up and move girl.”

  “Sorry Char,” I grunt.  “But in my defense, I told you I was going to be like this.”

  “Forget him.”

  “Because he’s already forgotten me,” I smirk, clinking our glasses in a mock toast.

  “Kass,” she sighs.

  “Don’t let me ruin your night,” I force a smile.  “You enjoy and I’ll hold down this barstool and watch the fun happening around me in misery.”

  “Kassidy…”

I hold up a hand to stop her.  “I’ll be fine.  Go.  I love you but I really need to…I don’t know, feel this I guess.”

  “The first creepy guy I see over here and I’m here dragging you away.”

  “Appreciate it,” I chuckle.  “Now go have fun.”

X

            “Hello Pretty Lady.”

  “Move along.  Not here to hook up.”

  “Neither am I,” he chuckles.

  “Right,” I turn on the man.  “You just randomly walk up to women in bars…Oh, Bo, hey,” I smile.

  “No, I want to hear the end of that sentence,” he grins.

  “No you don’t,” I grin.  “What can I do for you?”

  “Nothing.”

It takes me a few seconds to process. “O…Ok.  You  just…”

  “You see,” he smiles, “my bud Curtis has a secret little crush on you.  I’m supposed to be over here talking him up but one look at your face I can tell you are in no mood for any of that.  So instead, I’m going to sit here and pretend to take some of your time then I’m going to ask for your phone, put said bud’s number in your phone and tell him tonight is not the night but the ball is in your court.”

  “Oh, well,” I huff.  “That is quite a bit of information.  Follow up questions.”

  “Shoot.”

  “You do this often?”

  “No.”

  “You answered entirely too fast.”

  “It’s the first time.  I didn’t have to think about it.”

  “Does Curtis have the same emotional intelligence to read me like you did?”

  “He’ll try.  Can’t guarantee perfection.  That’s his job.”

  “Is he really a good guy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Would you lie to me if he wasn’t?”

  “Probably…not.  But I also wouldn’t be his friend either so that point is moot.”

  “When I give you my phone, are you going to put your number in too?”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “I don’t really want his at this point but I’m playing along.”

  “No.”

  “You ever seen nudes on his phone?”

  “No.  He’s not the kind of guy to ask for them either.  Are you the type of girl to send nudes?”

  “Depends on the guy and the relationship.  Is he pushy?”

  “Elaborate.”

  “Can he give me time if I need it?”

  “Can his eyes wonder while you decide?”

  “I’m not currently dating him, why do I care?  I just expect loyalty when I give you mine.”

  “That he can and will do.  Are you going to string him along?”

  “That’s entirely up to him.  If he’s a douche I can be a bitch.  But if he’s as good as his friend says,” I slide my unlocked phone to him.  “I don’t think I will.”

He grins taking the device, I turn to glance at Curtis.  The man trying to watch without being too obvious.

  “Thank you for your time Kassidy.”

  “Hey, tell him that someone has fucked me up mentally right now so don’t get his hopes up too high but he’s cute so he’ll get a chance when I can pull myself out of whatever this is.”

  “That’s all he can hope for.”

  “Have fun tonight,” I call after him as he disappears back into the crowd.

            Charlotte checks on me throughout the night but they become further and further apart.  Bo tips his drinks at me occasionally but no more discussions.  Curtis smiles as Becky pulls him onto the dance floor. 

  “Hey Kassidy.”

Turning I find “The” Miz.

  “Miz,” I nod.

  “You’re looking…”

  “Don’t.”

  “What?”

  “I’m not in the mood to crush you tonight.  Move along.  Or try your wife.”

  “I was just gonna buy you a drink.”

  “I’m good, thanks.”

  “Come on now.”

  “Again, if you want to get laid, go find your wife.  I said move on.”

  “Me and Maryse have an agreement, don’t worry about that.”

  I open my mouth to respond when Bo is in front of me.

  “You look like you’re ready to head back to the hotel,” Bo grins.  “Can I walk you back?”

  “You protecting your buddy’s girl or you just ready to shoot your shot?”

  “You’re not my buddy’s girl yet,” he whispers.  “And I’ve already told you I just want to take your time tonight.  I thought you might want someone to save you from him.  If I was wrong…”

  “Goodnight Miz,” I smile around Bo.  “Shall we, Bo?”

  “We shall,” he grins, offering an arm.

  “Thank you, Bo,” I sigh as we step outside.

  “I noticed your friends had pretty much abandoned you.  Thought you might need someone to save you.”

  “Not a lot of guys could take a look at me tonight and not try to take advantage of my mood.”

  “Anyone that took one look at you would see that if they tried anything tonight, they would have their ass handed to them,” he grins.  “It was more to save my coworkers.”

  “I don’t have the energy lately.  Bad couple months.  Worse couple weeks.”

  “You’ll recover.”

  “And you know this how?”

  “People can see your inner strength.”

  “I think all my strength is all going to function right now.  Sorry.  I’ve drank too much tonight.  My thoughts are spilling out.”

He shrugs.  “Maybe you need to let them out.”

  “Is that your plan to get your in?”

  “You don’t trust much.”

  “Not at the moment.”

He nods slowly.

  “Rethinking your plan?”

  “Nope.  Just thinking about how deeply you had to be hurt,” he holds the lobby door open for me.  “If you want to release it, I’m all ears.”

  “I’m good,” I smile as we reach the elevator.

  “Can I walk you to your room?”

  “No.”

  “Good night then,” he grins pressing a kiss to my knuckles.  “I hope you allow yourself to heal, Kassidy.”

  “Good night, Bo.”

[andie01writing]

AlphaSmuts - L- Liquor

One letter per one shot, all smut

Liquor – Too much liquor leads to a confession

Ft: Bo Dallas

                “Yeah,” I groan into the phone.

  “Gemma?”

Pulling the phone from my head I read the name there.  “You’re not Bo.”

  “It’s Erick.”

  “Ok?”

  “We’re having an issue with Bo.  He’s drunk and refusing to leave.”

  “He’s your fearless leader.  Can’t the five of you round him up.”

  “Geeeeeeeeemmmmmma,” Bo sings in the background.  “I miss you Geeemmma.  I want you Geeemma.”

  “He is saying he’ll only leave with you,” the big man sounds sheepish.  “Could you please?”

I huff a sigh, “Sure.  Where are you?”

  “Just down the street from the hotel.  I’ll send Dexter out to wait for you.”

I hesitate just a second before nodding.  “I’m on my way.”

Pulling on a hoodie and shoving my feet into my shoes, I grab my room key before heading out.

X

                “Where is he,” I ask the dreaded blonde standing outside the bar door.

He motions inside, following me into the bar closely.  I try to ignore the closeness as I pick my way across the bar.  Bo sits swaying in front of bartender demanding another drink.

  “You’ve had enough Bo. Time to head out,” I state, skirting the taller man and Nikki at Bo’s side.

  “Gemma,” Bo grins widely, reaching out to crush me in a hug.

I fight the urge to sink into the hug, my friend finally showing himself after months.  “Uh, yeah.  I heard you when Erick called.  I’m here.  Let’s head back.”

  “Stay with me,” he whispers, nuzzling against my throat.

  “Uh,” I look at the other four around my friend.  “It’s time to head back to the hotel.  I’ll stay with you there.”

  “Promise,” he grins lazily, his fingers stroking along my spine.

  “Sure,” I state awkwardly as I try to ignore the sensations he is sending through me.

  “One more drink.”

  “No more drinks,” I glance at the bartender, who nods.  “I’m tired and ready to head back.  Either you can take me,” I state backing out of his grip.  “Or I’m sure one of your friends will.  Keep me nice and safe.”

  “No,” Bo cries, stumbling off the barstool.  Erick grabbing his arm to steady the smaller man.  “No.”

  “Can you walk,” I ask, watching him sway despite the taller man’s grip.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure,” I smile.

  “Of course,” he grins, taking a step forward and immediately hitting his knees.

  “Sure you can,” I smirk.  “Any of you have a plan on how to get him back?”

  “I got him,” Erick states, pulling Bo to his feet.

  “No.  I want Gemma,” Bo whines.

  “I’m going too,” I smile.

  “I got you Boss,” Erick states.  “The others will keep Gemma safe,” he glances at the other three, who immediately surround me.

  “I’m ok, really.”

  “You’re even better with them around you,” Erick grins, slinging Bo over his shoulder.  “He insists.”

  “Fine.  Whatever,” I sigh.  “Let’s just get outta here.”

                Most people give me a wide berth as I walk between Dexter and Joe, Nikki skipping along behind me, and Erick and Bo bringing up the rear.

  “Hey Pretty Lady,” a drunk slurs.

  “Move along,” I state, trying to side step him.

  “Hey.  I’m just trying to talk to ya.”

  “Not in a talking mood.”

  “Awe, come on Baby.”

I open my mouth to respond when fingertips press into my wrist.  Glancing over, I find Joe’s questioning look.

  “I’m too tired to fight it.  Do what you need to.”

The two men step forward, blocking my view of the drunk.

  “Come on Man.  You can’t fault a guy for trying.”

  “Leave,” a soft growl.  Which of the men it came from I couldn’t tell you.  Seconds later the men return to my side and the drunk is gone.

  “Thanks,” I sigh, continuing.

The rest of the short trip is uneventful.

  “Does anyone know his room number,” I ask in the lobby.

  “806,” Nikki states.

I raise my brow at her.

  “Across from mine,” she shrugs, skipping ahead.

  “Fair enough.”

  “The rest of us are on the tenth floor,” Erick states as we all pile into the elevator.  “Think you can handle him once we get to his floor.”

I glance at Bo leaning heavily against the back wall beside me.  He isn’t swaying anymore which I take as a good sign.  “Should be good.  Where’s your keycard, Bo.”

  “You’ll never find it,” he grins.

  “Which pocket,” I chuckle.

  “Try,” his smile widens.

Rolling my eyes, I run my hands over the outside of his front pockets.

  “Nuh uh,” he groans.

Stepping closer, I reach behind him.

His arms wrap around my waist.  “Getting warmer.”

  “You’re still a dork,” I smile, sliding my hand into his back pocket.

  “You love me.”

Something drops heavily in my stomach.  Pulling the keycard from his pocket, I step back out of his grip “Yeah Bo.  As much as you love me.  This is our stop.  Do you need help?”

  “Will it get you back in my arms?”

  “Come on Dork,” I sling his arm over my shoulder, my arm around his waist to steady him.

  “You’re so pretty,” he grins as we maneuver into his room.

  “I know,” I grunt, leaning him against the desk.  “They wouldn’t let me on TV otherwise.  Can you get yourself ready for bed?”

  “Will you help me if I can’t,” he grins, reaching for me.

  “No,” I smirk, slapping his hands away.  Tugging his shirt up and over his head, I pointedly avoid looking at the man.  “But I will let you sleep in your jeans.”

  “Gemma,” he sighs.  His hands going to the back of my head forcing our eyes to meet.

  “Bo.”

  “Can I…Can I…Fuck,” he sighs, diving for my lips.  The kiss is sloppy but passionate and the last of my control melts away.  I sink into him, my hands going to his shoulders as our tongues battle for control.  He growls deep in his throat pulling me impossibly closer.  “I do,” he breathes as we part momentarily.

  “Hmm,” I hum into him.

  “I do love you,” he mumbles against me.  “I do.”

Something about that confession clears my head.  “Bo, stop,” I sigh, stepping back.  “Stop.  You’re drunk.  You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “Yes, I do,” he grins, reaching for me.

  “No, you don’t.  You’re drunk and being flirty.  I’m not doing this.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Taking advantage of you,” I state firmly.

  “I’ll let you,” he grins.

  “No, you won’t.  Now get in bed.”

  “Are you…”

  “No.”

  “Please.”

  “Bo.  Bed.  Now.”

  “Stay with me.”

  “I’ll stay here but not in your bed.”

  “Please,” he begs.

  “Whiskey dick is not how I want our first time,” I lie, trying a different tactic  Guiding him towards the bed.  “If you feel the same in the morning, we can revisit this.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.  Get in bed.  We’ll talk in the morning.  Talk,” I state again when the smile returns.  “Now go to sleep.”

  “I love you, Gem.”

  “Sleep.”

X

                Soft knocking wakes me the following morning.  Unfurling from the chair, I glance at the sleeping Bo as I make my way to the door.  Opening the door, I’m face to chest with Joe Gracy.

  “Sorry,” he mumbles stepping back.  “I didn’t really expect you to…Doesn’t matter.  Brought Bo some breakfast but if this is a bad time.”

  “Do you really think I would sleep with a drunk Bo,” I scoff but the words taste ashen in my mouth.  “I almost did just that.”  “He’s still asleep.”

  “Can you make sure he gets this,” he smirks, holding out a Styrofoam container.  “Made sure it was hangover safe.”

  “Yeah, sure.” I take the container.

  “And Gemma,” he starts holding out a second container.  “I hope you like scrambled eggs.”

  “Thanks,” I smile.  “And thanks for last night too.  Tell Dexter.”

  “Will do.  Tell Bo we’ll meet him at the arena tonight.”

Bo groans as I shut the door.

  “Morning Nightingale.”

  “Gem?”

  “Bo.”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “You asked me to stay.”

  “When,” he croaks, reaching for the bottle of water on the bedside table.

  “Last night after…” I trail off.  “What do you remember about last night?”

  “Going to the bar.  It gets blurry after that.”

  “Let me fill you in.  You got shitfaced.  Erick called me to come get you.  He carried your ass back here.  I got you back to your room…” I trail off.  “Got you to bed and you asked me to stay with you.  I slept in the chair.  Now here we are.  Joe brought you food,” I slide the containers onto the desk, “and said they’ll meet you at the arena.  I’ve held up my end of the bargain, now I’m going back to my room.  Eat. Hydrate.  Feel better.  Talk to you later,” I rush, moving to the door.

  “Gem.  Gemma,” he calls as I disappear.

I hold the tears until I’m back in my own room.

  “Glad I didn’t do anything stupid, like get my heart involved.”

X

                I avoid pretty much everyone the following three weeks.

  “What did I do,” a voice asks from beside me.

Glancing over, I jump back at the face there.  “Jesus Bo,” I growl, pulling the mask up.  “Don’t walk up on me in that thing.”

  “I know I did something.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You’ve been avoiding me.”

  “I’ve been working my ass off.  I haven’t really been spending time with anyone.  You’re not that special.”

  “Dexter said I was acting inappropriate that night.”

  “Dexter talks?  That’s actually surprising.”

  “What did I do?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Gem,” he sighs.

  “You were drunk.  You’re flirty when you drink.  I’ve delt with it before.”

  “Did I try…did I try to…”

  “You didn’t try anything.  You flirted.  You hugged on me.  I put you to bed.”

  “Then why did you take off that morning?"

  “Because I had better things to do than babysit you again.”

  “Please talk to me.”

  “I have an interview to get to.  Later date, ok,” I state, heading down the hall.

  “You can’t keep doing this.”

  “Watch me,” I state under my breath.

X

                My phone vibrating in my back pocket pulls me from my thoughts.  Checking the readout I roll my eyes.  “Yes Bo?”

  “It’s Erick again.”

  “Nope.  Not doing this tonight.  He’s your problem tonight.  Have a good night.”  Ending the call, I toss the phone.  “Not tonight or any other night soon.”  Leaning my head back against the wall, I try to hold my emotions at bay.  The same thing I’ve done for the past three weeks.  Actually it’s the same thing I’ve done multiple times over the past six years of our friendship.  Being the new girl in a world of beautiful women and burly men was more than intimidating but Bo was always welcoming.  That smile.  The goofy sense of humor.  The warm hugs when I felt worthless.  The slow fact that I was falling in love with my best friend and it’s completely one sided.  I blink away the same tears I’ve held at bay for all these years.  I can accept friendship if that’s all he has to give.

Banging on the hotel door startles me awake.  I don’t even remember drifting off to sleep.  More banging has me stumbling for the door.  Opening it I find Bo, Dexter behind him, hand on his shoulder.

  “What do you need Bo?”

  “Yooooooou,” Bo grins before his eyes meet mine.  “You’ve been crying.”

  “No.”

  “Why are you crying?  Why are you lying to me?”

  “I’m not having a conversation with you while you’re drunk,” I sigh.

  “Gemma, please,” he mumbles, taking my face in his hands.

I swallow thickly before answering.  “I can’t do this tonight Bo.  Go sleep it off.  Dexter will you take care of him for me?”

The other man nods silently, pulling our friend away and across the hall.  “Goodnight guys.”

X

                Soft knocking pulls me back to the door.  Opening it I find Dexter holding Bo in front of him.  “He’s sober.  Talk.  Really talk,” Dexter orders, shoving Bo past me into the room.

  “Still weird that he talks,” I mutter, closing the door.  “So what do you want to talk about?”

  “Looks like you slept like shit,” Bo states staring at the bed.

  “You can tell that by looking at the bed,” I joke weakly.

  “You sleep like the dead when you sleep well.  It looks like you were all over the bed last night.”

  “Of course you would know that,” I chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “I know a lot of things,” he grins joining me.  “Except why you were crying last night.  And what I do that occasionally pushes you away from me.”

  “You don’t push me away, Bo,” I state, staring at my hands.

His hand covers mine.  “Please don’t lie to me.”

  “I’m not.  You don’t do anything.  It’s me.”

  “The distance always starts when I drink.  And I’ll admit since Bray that has become more often since Bray and even more since…I’ve been dealing with some stuff.  If that is the problem…I’ll stop.  Your friendship means that much to me.”

The statement both warms my heart and drives a knife into it.  “It’s not your drinking that’s the problem.  Not entirely at least.”

  “Meaning?”

I bite my lip and his hand comes up to cup my cheek forcing me to meet his eyes.

  “Tell me.”

  “You say things I know you don’t mean.  Combined with you being flirty.  I forget for moments that it’s not true.”

  “Like what?”

  “Most recently?  That you loved me…in the middle of making out with me.”

His eyes close momentarily.  “Fuck, Gemma.  Look, I…”

  “I know,” I state when he trails off.  “You do love me…as a friend.  Just sometimes that’s a hard fact to swallow, so I isolate myself until…until I can be a friend again.”

  “Fuck, Dexter is right.  We’re entirely too old for this stupid shit.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t…I don’t want to lose you but…” he swallows thickly.  “God am I in love with you,” he finally breathes, pressing our foreheads together.

  “Bo, stop.”

  “This is me.  Sober.  Telling you how I really feel and hoping like hell I don’t fuck things up.”

  “Bo” I breathe, angling so our lips are a breath apart.  “Shut up and show me.”

His lips seal over mine and I groan into him.

  “Do you know how sexy that was,” he grins as we break apart.

  “Do you know how sexy you are?”

  “Keep it up, Beautiful.”

  “Will I get a prize if I do?”

Bo growls as my back hits the mattress, his mouth overtaking my own.  I finally allow myself to explore his body.  I moan as I trace muscles of his arms up and over his shoulders, memorizing every curve and dip.  Bo’s hands grip my hips tightly as he slides on top of me.

Breaking apart, he stares down at me.  “Tell me to stop and I will.”

  “Do you think I would ever say something like that after I waited this long,” I smile.

  “Only in my nightmares,” he sighs, his lips dust over my lips before trailing across my jaw, his hands slowly sliding up my sides.

  “Only sweet dreams, Nightingale.”

His mouth attacks me, seemingly everywhere at once.  Tongue stroking mine, exploring every inch of my mouth.  Lips dancing along my jaw.  Teeth nipping at the skin of my throat.  I moan as his hands finally finishing their slow ascent to my chest, kneading, the pads of his thumbs stroking slowly across their peaks through my shirt lightly.  I arch pressing myself more firmly into him. His teeth sinking in at my collarbone when our hips meet.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry…I just didn’t expect…”

  “Don’t be,” I grin tugging his shirt awkwardly up, getting it tangled under his arms.

Sitting up he tugs it over his head before dropping to the hem of my oversized sleep shirt, the question in his eyes.  I nod lifting my hips to allow the beginning of the process before sitting up, lips finding his again seconds after the material leave my body.

  “I got you…” he trails off as his eyes sweep down my body.  “Do you usually…”

  “Sleep in just a tee?  Yes.”

  “I’m a fucking idiot,” he murmurs, sliding down my body.  “A complete and through idiot.”

Draping my legs over his shoulders, his head dips running a flat tongue up my slit and I arch up.  His hands hold me open as he sucks and licks at me like a man having his first meal in years.

  “Fuck,” I groan and he growls into me.  “Jesus,” I pant as the vibrations do things to my insides I had only read about.  My fingers wind through his hair, holding it back from his face while he works me over.  By the time he slides two thick fingers inside I am shaking with a full body orgasm, his name falling from my lips like a chant.

  “I could so get used to hearing that on a daily basis,” he grins up at me.

  “If you get those pants off, you might be able to hear it again today.”

He’s on his feet, his hands working the button fly of his jeans before I finish speaking pulling a giggle from me.  It dies as his cock springs free, standing tall amongst the dark nest there.

  “Like what you see,” he grins and I nod dumbly.

Sinking to his knees between my thighs, he runs a warm hand up my torso as the other strokes himself slowly.  “It’s all yours, just say the word.”

Reaching out I wrap a hand around him, pumping along with him causing his eyes to drift shut momentarily.  When they open again, I meet them squarely.  “Word.”

  “Thank God,” he whispers aligning himself with my entrance, he pauses long enough to drape my knees over his hips.  He pushes forward slowly, his forehead dropping to mine, breathing out a held breath and I groan as he finally is fully sheathed.  “God you feel amazing already.”

My arms drape over his shoulders as his hips begin to move slowly against me.  His lips never stopping as he tries to taste every available piece of skin he can reach.  His breath hitching every time my hips buck in response to him stroking my spot.

  “Feels like you were fucking made for me,” he moans against my skin.  He sucks a mark at the base of my throat.  “Feeling like a dream come to life.  So fucking beautiful all arched and needy,” he groans, rolling his hips to hit deeper with every stroke.  “But I think you need more.”  Dropping lower, he takes one nipple into his mouth sucking and flicking his tongue over the nub.

  “Fuck,” I shudder, my body clenching.

His breath grows more and more ragged as his teeth scrap lightly over one taut peak of my nipple then the other.  Using his hair to pull his face back to mine “Let go, Bo.  I’m so fucking close.”

  “Yeah,” he grunts.

  “Yes.  Fuck,” I moan as his hips speed up.  “Yes. Yes.  Yes.  God fucking yes.”  I am practically clinging to him as he slams into me.  The coil in my stomach tightening with every stroke.  Finally it snaps, my body trembling with the release.  “Bo,” I groan, leaving my own mark at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

  “Fuck Gem…” The end of my name is lost in a strangled grunt, his hips snapping into my one last time.  “I love you,” he pants, capturing my lips.

  “I love you,” I grin as he flops beside me, tucking me into his side.  “Unfortunately for you, that means you’re stuck with me now.”

  “Oh no, whatever shall I do,” he grins.

  “Well I have this room for one more night,” I return the grin.  “You could take a nap then fuck me again to your heart’s desire.”

  “Good plan,” he sighs pulling the sheet over us.

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Alphasmuts R - Rain

A/N: I'm back. Am I back to good writing form? No. But I was trying to distract myself from a trauma so I cranked it out anyway. Enjoy!

One letter per one shot, all smut

Rain – An unexpected walk in the rain ends interesting.

Ft: Bo Dallas

                “Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck,” I mutter as the cold rain pelts me, pulling my jacket closer to my torso.  “This was a bad idea.”  My rental breaking down in the middle of nowhere starting my day off on the wrong foot.  The tow truck taking hours to show up souring my mood further.  The fact that cell service dropped out an hour ago was the last straw.  Leaving the car and phone on the side of the road as I trek towards some version of civilization.  Now a downpour to finish up my day on the lowest point.  “Should have just stayed in the car.”

  “Candis?”

My head shoots up.  A dark figure stands beside a SUV ahead of me.  They step forward through the haze.

  “Candis?  What on Earth are you doing.”

The haze finally splits to reveal Bo Dallas, water dripping off the brim of the top hat.

  “Bo?”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to find civilization, what are you doing?”

  “Rented a cabin up the road.  Jesus, it’s cold out here.  Come on,” he holds out a hand to me.”

  “Bo?” I ask stepping forward slowly, taking in his appearance.  “Or Uncle Howdy?”

  “What?  Oh, no.   Come one,” he motions me forward.  Holding the passenger door open, he waits for me to slide in.  “Just left right after my match, didn’t take anything but the mask off,” he continues as he slides behind the driver’s wheel, adjusting the heating vents towards me.  “Why were you out in this?”

  “Car broke down.  Got tired of waiting on the tow truck,” I shiver.  “Rain snuck up on me.”

  “So you decided to walk a back country highway in the middle of nowhere?”

  “Wasn’t thinking,” I mutter.  “Got impatient.”

  “You got soaked,” he states, reaching in the back and returning with a towel.  “Where to?”

  “Closest hotel, I guess.”  I run the towel over my hair and arms.

  “Nearest town is twenty miles.”

  “Closet you can get me then.”

  “You’re staying with me,” he sighs.

  “Since when are we that close,” I smirk as he turns down a side road leading into the woods.  “I’m sure the rest of your little group would love that also.  Or is that your plan?  Take me to the middle of the woods as a sacrifice?”

  “No,” a smile crosses his face, a dimple flashing.  “Just me.”

  “Just you sacrificing me?”

  “We’re not as bad as everyone thinks,” he states lowly.

  “I know you’re not.  Or you weren’t before you left last time.  You seemed to have changed slightly.”

  “Not really.  Just let my dark side out more.  I’m still me.”

  “Still you huh?”

  “Yes, still me.  We’re here,” he sighs, putting the car in park.  “I think I have some clothes that will fit you, they’ll fit you badly but they will fit.  You can come in and get warm or you can continue in the cold,” he nods towards the cabin in front of us.  “Whatever you choose.”

Sliding the car, he hurries into the building.  I sit watching him disappear.

  “Am I really going to trust a cult leader,” I think.  “He’s more than a cult leader, Candis.  He’s Bo, you’re first crush in NXT.  The sweet guy who helped you through the tough first years.  The guy you still crushed on when you made it to the main roster.  Still sweet despite the people he hung out with.  But then he left.  And when he came back, he came with a darkness.  A darkness that scared you despite the lingering crush.  The crush that made you climb into a car without thinking.  A crush that has you sitting in the middle of the woods with no way to contact the outside world.  A crush that is really pushing me to go in that cabin and not start walking in a storm again. I can go back to the car and hope it hadn’t been picked up yet.  We hadn’t been driving that long, I could probably make it… and be alone once again.  The loneliness seeping into your bones faster than the cold.  What the hell, what’s the worst that can happen.  He kills me and I don’t have to worry about the car anymore.”  Trudging up the path, I slip into the cracked door.  “Sooooooo,” I draw out the word as I stand by the door.  “Does a hot shower come with the clothes?”

The dimple reappears as he turns to face me.  “That could be arranged.  Leave that soaking jacket there by the door.  I’ll throw it in the dryer with the rest of your stuff.  Come on,” he nods down the hall.  “I’ll see if I can find you something to wear.”

  “Thank you Bo.”

  “Don’t mention it.”

  “You’ve always been so nice to me,” I sigh as I watch him dig through his bag.

  “I’m a nice guy,” he smirks, holding out a tee and sweats to me.  “Always have been.”

  “And so humble,” I smile.

He shrugs in response.

  “Shower?”

  “Through there,” he nods, behind me.  “Sorry about the lack of feminine smells.  There might be some vanilla shampoo in there but otherwise it’s just my stuff.”

  “Eh, you always smell good every time I’m around you,” I shrug taking the offered clothes.  “Thank you again.”

  “Just throw your wet stuff out here, I’ll throw them in the dryer.”

I throw a thumbs up over my shoulder.

X

I step out of the steamy bathroom and shiver as the cold envelops me.  Looking around I find 2 space heaters trying diligently to burn off the chill and a fire in the fireplace.  Glancing past the fire I see Bo on the other side.  “Ah a shared fireplace,” I think.  “Lovely.”  Padding down the hallway, I find the living room and Bo.  The man sits shirtless in the floor in front of the fireplace, stoking the fire before throwing another log on.  I watch the muscles in his back work, following them down until they disappear beneath the low slung sweats on his hips.  “I’m a goner,” I whisper to myself as my heatbeat doubles.

  “Hmmmm,” Bo hums.

  “Talking to myself,” I mumble, joining him in front of the flames.

  “Should have turned the heat on before I left earlier,” he sighs.  “Sorry.  Wasn’t thinking.”

  “You’d also be warmer with a shirt,” I smirk, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

  “Can’t sleep in one,” he shrugs, holding a bottle of whiskey between us.  “Something to warm your insides while we wait.”

  “Are you trying to get me drunk,” I smile, taking a long pull from the bottle before handing it back.  “Cuz I’m not a cheap drunk.”

  “I remember,” the dimple makes another appearance.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Your one-year anniversary in NXT.  You about drank the bar dry that night.”

  “I have very few memories of that night,” I smirk.  “So anything done cannot be held against me.”

He snorts, ducking his head and I could swear the color is deepening on his neck and face.

  “So I can’t convince you to dance on the table?”

  “You’re gonna need more bottles for that,” I smile taking the liquor when it’s reoffered.

  “I do have more,” he whispers leaning into me.  “But not for tonight.”

  “You have plans to lure some other helpless girl here tomorrow night,” I smile as he stands.

  “Nope,” he sighs returning with a blanket to drape over my shoulders.  “You’re still shivering.”

  “You’re less dressed than I am,” I return, shrugging the blanket off.

  “I’m fine.”

Reaching out I run my fingertips from his throat to his stomach, causing the man to tense.  “Tell that to your skin,” I smile slowly, holding the blanket towards him.  “You feel like an ice cube.”

He opens his mouth and I cut him off, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Sighing he takes the blanket and tosses it on the couch before disappearing.  He returns a few seconds later with the thick comforter from the bed.  Taking the bottle from the floor he hands it to me before settling behind me, wrapping his arms and the comforter around the both of us.  It’s my turn to tense as his hand slides down my arm.  “Good compromise,” he asks, taking the bottle from my hand.

I shrug tensely as the bottle returns to my hand.  “So what were you planning before I intruded?”

  “Getting shitfaced in the woods,” he mumbles.

  “Well that’s something.  Any particular reason,” I ask, letting my head fall back against his shoulder so I can see his face.

  “Feeling particularly lost without him.”

  “Without who,” I whisper.

  “Bray,” he whispers, taking another long drink from the bottle.  “My big brother.”

  “That’s why you went darker,” I state, pulling his arm with the bottle back down.

  “That and they needed someone to remember them.  Nikki, Joe, Dexter, and Erik.  They needed someone to bring the attention back to their talent.”

  “Like Bray did.”

  “Like bray did,” he echoes, his eyes on his hands.  One now resting on my knee, the other gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.

  “You really are a good guy,” I smile up at him.

  “It can stay our little secret,” he smirks, but it doesn’t quiet reach his eyes.

  “I’d rather tell everyone.”

  “What about you?  What are you doing out here?”

  “If you’re gonna be lonely, might as well do it thoroughly,” I shrug taking the bottle from his hand.

He cocks his head behind me and I feel his eyes heavy on me.

  “I don’t know if you noticed but I don’t really fit in…anywhere.  Not with the women, not with the guys.  I don’t make friends easily and most of mine left.  Or found new ones,” I whisper.

  “You could have found your old ones when they came back.”

  “They’re kinda scary now,” I recap the bottle setting it at my feet.  “Didn’t know if was still welcome around them.  Just kinda lost right now,” I shrug.

The heat gathering in my chest has nothing to do with the liquor in my system as I watch his fingers skim up my arm slowly, continuing up my shoulder to my chin.  Tilting my head back he meets my eyes squarely.  “You could have found your old ones,” he states again firmly.

I swallow thickly before nodding.  “The Wyatt Seven doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

  “Sicks.  S-I-C-K-S.  And there are only five of us.”

  “So what are you trying to say,” I ask spinning to face him, my legs draping over his thighs as my feet cage in his hips.

  “You don’t have to be lonely.  And you don’t even have to join the group if you don’t want to.  Just find me.”

  “What if you didn’t want me anymore?”

  “Impossible,” the dimple returns.

  “Really?”

  “What do you remember about that year anniversary party?”

I shrug, folding my hands in my lap.  “Everyone was buying me drinks.  Dancing.  Vaguely being  on top of the bar.  Being carried home.”

  “Who carried you home?”

  “Don’t know,” I sigh meeting his dark eyes.  “I know who I wanted but I always assumed it was Kass.  He was always the father of the group.”

  “Nope,” he states, the intensity in his eyes growing.

  “You?”

He nods.  “Threw you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  You commented on my ass the whole walk back.  Then when I put you in bed,” his eyes close at the memory.  “And you pulled me down and planted a sloppy kiss on me.  And moaned my name.”

My mouth goes dry at the look on his face, a mixture of ecstasy and pain.

  “I wasn’t going to take advantage of you when you were like that.  The next day you acted like nothing happened.  So…” he trails off.

I lick my dry lips trying to think of how to respond.  “So you ignored it and acted like it never happened?  Just brought me breakfast and electrolyte drinks?”

He nods, eyes still closed.

Sliding closer, I wrap my knees around his hips.  “That night,” I whisper, inches from his ear.  “Did it sound like this: Bo,” I groan, my lips ghosting over his jaw.  “Or was it needier?  Like: Bo, please,” I moan, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.  “It’s always been you that I need, that I want.  Always you.  Even when I’m terrified I still only wanted you.”

  “Candi, don’t.  You don’t mean…”

  “You know it takes more than half a bottle of whiskey to affect me.”

His eyes pop open to study me.  “God, you’re beautiful,” I grin, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

  “Not half as beautiful as you,” he growls pulling me into his lap and flush to his chest.  His tongue swiping his lower lip as his eyes drop to mine.  “Are you sure?”

  “Never more sure in my life,” I smirk, leaning in but leaving just enough space for him to back down.  He closes the gap, kissing me softly.  The second kiss is more intense and the third leaves me breathless.t

  “Fuck,” I breathe as we break apart, my hands sliding up to bury in hair.

  “Not yet,” he smirks.  “I’m getting there.”

He dives back in before I can respond, his tongue coaxing my lips apart to dance with my own.  His hands gripping my hips tightly.  Breaking the kiss briefly I yank his shirt over my head and to the side.  “Much better,” I grin diving for his throat.  My breast pressing against the warmth of his chest as I lavish his throat with nips and my tongue.  His hands go behind him as he collapses backwards slightly to allow me more access to his throat which I take advantage of.  My hands tracing every curve of the muscles in his arms.  “Damn I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I think.  “And it’s better than I could fucking imagine.  My hips roll experimentally against his and his buck to meet mine.  A ridge already forming beneath me.

  “Want my mouth, Bo,” I whisper, moving back to his ear.  I can feel you’re already at half mast and already working on too big for me but damn would I not want to try.  I’ll let you do whatever you want to me until you can’t hold it anymore.  Then I’ll milk every drop from you.  I’m such a good girl like that,” I purr, nipping the shell of his ear.  Suddenly I’m on my back beneath his body.  The noise I make as his teeth find my nipple, waking my body up more would be embarrassing if it were anyone else.  This is Bo though.  Our bodies fit together like they were made to.  One hand intertwining our fingers as he pins my hand above my head, the other moving to show my neglected breast some attention.

  “Much better than my mind could think up,” he chuckles against my skin.  “Do you always make such great noises?”

  “It’s been so long I don’t remember, honestly,” I groan, wrapping my legs around his waist.

  “Fuck,” he sighs pressing his forehead against my chest as our lower half meets again.  “You’re gonna be the death of me.  I can tell that already,” he grins up at me.

  “Is that a complaint?”

  “Nope.”  Suddenly we’re upright and moving through the cabin as his tongue battles with mine again.  “But this is gonna be hard and fast,” he mumbles between kisses.  “I don’t think I can hold back.”

  “We can go for the romantic stuff next time,” I smile as my back hits the mattress.  “Right now I just need you to fuck me.”

He growls in response as he yanks the loose sweats easily down my legs, deepening as his hands side into my cunt.  “So fucking wet.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I mumble working his own sweats down just enough to free him.

He slams into me without preamble and a whorish moan slips through my lips, arching beneath him.

  “Candi?”

  “Please fucking move,” I whimper.  “I can’t take you not fucking me.”

  “Fuck,” he breathes, staring down at me in awe.  His hips slamming into me and I try to meet them with my own.

  “I got you, Babe,” he breathes, his hand working its way between us to press long slow strokes to my clit causing me to see stars at the combined sensation.

.  Show me what you really got,” I moan draping my arms over his shoulders to tangle my finger through the ends of his hair.  “Oh yeah,” I groan as he fucks me harder.  My nails scrapping the back of his shoulders as I pull him closer.  “That’s it Bo.  Yes.  That’s it.”  I arch against him, my breast brushing against his torso with each movement sending electric tingles through my body.  “Fuck,” I yelp as he adjust his hips to hit even deeper.  “God, you feel so good.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Don’t stop.  Please.  Please.”

  “Not gonna,” he growls, burying his face into my neck.  The vibrations setting my entire body on fire.  “Gonna cum for me Babe?”  Another growl as I slide my nails down his back. And electric sparks flash throughout my body as he bottoms out and I nod wildly as I feel myself tightening in preparation for my orgasm.

  “Good girl,” he grins as his lips wrap around my nipple.

I see sparks as that pushes me over the edge finally.

  “Mmmmm,” he hums as he fucks me through my orgasm.

  “Don’t you fucking stop,” I growl as he starts to slow.  “Not til you filled that pussy up like I’ve always imagined.”

His hips resume the fast and harsh rhythm.  Aftershocks rocking my body with each meeting of our hips.  He groans with each spasm of my pussy around him.

  “You close Bo,” I purr.

He nods wildly, rolling his hips and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

  “What do you need, Bo?  Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

  “Perfect,” he grunts, his breathing ragged.  “So fucking perfect.”

Seconds later he cries out, his hips stuttering, cock twitching inside me.

Collapsing down onto his elbows, he studies my face and I study him right back.  Taking in the flush of his skin and the tangled mess I made of his hair.

  “You’re even more beautiful when you’re fucked senseless,” I grin, earning me a chuckle.

  “Ditto,” the dimple makes yet another appearance.  “Should we shower now or when you’re done with me?”

  “Oh, that’s going to be a very long time,” I grin.  “We might need to do other things like clean up, eat; you know the basics.

  “Come on then,” he smiles stripping completely.

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Masterlist

Just updated with a few that I had forgotten to add.

Beasts Universe

Beasts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Choices

First Spark

Trust

Touch

Breed

Vulnerable

Heir

Guard

Connection

Protector

Information

Misc In Universe

Be Good To Her

Be Good To Her 2

When You’re Drinking (Bo Dallas x OC)

When You’re Drinking

To a T

Pretend (Braun Strowman x OC)

Pretend

Peanut

More

Mistakes (Elias x OC)

Mistake

Moving On

More Mistakes

Moving In

Drabble

Little Mistakes

Perfect (Kassius Ohno x OC)

Perfect

Perfectly Imperfect

Perfect Family

Perfect Problems

Fling (Pete Dunne x OC)

Attitude Adjustment

Fling

In My Head (Pete Dunne x OC)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

AlphaSmuts

B – Bite – Pete Dunne

C – Car – Ridge Holland

F – Friends - Sheamus

H – Heal – Pete Dunne

K – Kitchen – Baron Corbin

S – Snow – Seth Rollins

One Shots

Adrian Neville x OC

Payback

Aleister Black

Black

Baron Corbin x OC

Sir

Bo Dallas x OC

Plaything

Revenge

School Daze

Shut Up and Kiss Me

Braun Strowman x OC

More than Talk

Dash Wilder x OC

All These Years

Storm

Damian Priest

Better Man

Drew Gulak x OC

Aggression and Drive-In

Home

Whisper

Kassius Ohno x OC

Frustrations

Rage

Konnor x OC

Drunk Girl

Idiot

Sheamus x OC

In Front of Me the Whole Time

Viktor x OC

Flight Fright

Found You

Threesomes

Alpha Series (Baron Corbin x OC x Konnor)

Share

Alpha

Together

Listen

Proposal

Protection

Kids

Ascend (Ascension x OC)

Ascend

Ascend Pt 2

Kassius Ohno x OC x Elias

Goodbye

Baron Corbin x OC x Elias

Barias

Ascension x OC

What’s Mine Is Yours

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