• School makes you smart, right?
• Finally one of my readers can be happy, I’m sending out Taker sex.  She’s been bugging me for months.
• One scene in here managed to shock my test reader.  Not so much the actual content, but the context and situation.  I love it when I can surprise Nan !
• The lines of the poem quoted are by E.E. Cummings (even I couldn’t make that up)
• Mention of Taker’s older son – I made up the name.  No similarity is implied.
• Big thanks to Nan for this graphic, it rocks!!!
• This one's working title was Forbidden

Feedback: always appreciated!

David opened his eyes slowly, looking over at the small woman seated beside him.  She was sitting upright, legs crossed with her feet tucker under her, looking more like some small feminine statue, rather than someone who was resting.  He spotted her ear buds, playing whatever raunchy shit was selected.  He never understood how she could rest with thrash metal pounding in her ears but she did.  Today's posture on their return flight was proof that she could still meditate in the strangest circumstances. 

David sighed; shifting the seat upright as his stomach reminded him that he'd hadn't eaten in many hours.  Anderson was five feet away, across the coffee table, watching every move.  The man's continuous observations made David tired, in spite of the reasons.  Lil' Sis had filled him in.  He wasn't up to playing with him today - he hurt, he was tired and hungry.  Not a good combination for keeping his patience with the fawning imbecile. 

David kept his disgust to himself.  Not disgust of Anderson , although the man himself wasn't very likeable.  Disgust at Vince McMahon and his likely reasons for hiring the young man and elevating him so quickly within the company.  Vince always had an eye for himself.  David knew of Vince’s indiscriminate appetites and how he had no qualms about using people for whatever he saw fit.  He guessed that Vince could read Anderson better than the man could read himself and was using his hidden tendencies to Vince's advantage.  David didn't want to be around when Vince came calling on Anderson for payment.  Vince didn't take no for an answer, particularly if he thought you owed him. 

Those thoughts brought him back to his earlier thoughts of the woman beside him.  He was going to miss her after this trip.  Yeah, she could drive him fucking nuts with her calm, quiet acceptance in the face of the whirlwind that was usually threatening, but that was also what he valued most about her.  She never raised her voice, or seemed to get irritated with delays or complications.  Instead she picked up her phone or her little computer and worked her magic. 

With seemingly just a few calls this week, she had shuffled their schedule enough to where he was able to meet all his obligations and have some free time, something Anderson over looked when he initially planned the media trip.  Every place they stopped was fully stocked with supplies for the fans and some refreshments for him and Shane, something else that had been over looked initially.  He was spoiled by her and he knew it.  He shuddered to think what this week would have been like if they had followed the original itinerary.  Shaking off those thoughts, he slowly reached for her player to shut it off.  She'd be pissed if her battery was dead for later in the flight.  He glanced at the tune and grinned, Pantera’s Fucking Hostile.  Typical. 

"What?  She doesn't need Brittany to lull her to sleep," Anderson asked, his lip curled in disdain.  David cocked a brow at the man. 

"You have no idea," he said quietly.  Shane looked up from his reading at Batista's menacing tone. 

"Seems to me she'd need something like that to lull her to sleep.  She looks like someone that would need to refill her brain with that fluff," Anderson stated, ignorant of the dangerous ground he was treading near. 

" Anderson , why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up," David said slowly.  Across from him, Shane stilled at the man's words and surprised by the harsh tone. 

"I don't get you, Batista.  You could have any one of those women this week and you choose to stay shackled to her," Anderson said, tossing his head at the small woman. 

"You're right, you don't get me.  You sure as hell don't get her.  First off, I am not shackled to her, she's my sister in law.  I know that’s difficult for you to believe so I'm not going to try any more.  I am married to her sister, and I am not shackled to her either.  Get that," David said, knowing his temper was slipping. 

"Whatever," Anderson said vaguely, clearly unaware how irritating he was being or how close he was to being squashed like a bug.  David reached out a massive hand and grabbed the other man's shirt in his fist. 

"You," he said slowly, breathing deeply and trying to keep a grip on his temper.  Shane stayed quiet, preferring to let Batista deal with the irritant.  David stared into the other man's eyes, boring holes into his skull by shear force of will.  

"You think it’s any accident we made all our commitments this week?  You think it's because of your great plan?  You think that this weeks' success is due to anyone other than yourself?"

Anderson was blinking rapidly into the unflinching gaze of The Animal, finally understanding how close he was to losing his temper. 

"If we had followed your bullshit, we'd still be stuck in Adelaide , waiting for a flight, with several more stops to go.  Do you think it's an accident that things went so smoothly this week, you sorry assed piece of shit," David finished as he released his grip on Anderson 's shirt.  Shane remained silent as the other man tried in vain to smooth out the wrinkles that had appeared where his shirt had been fisted. 

“Of course it was my plan this week.  I'm the one that got you here.  I’m the one that knows this shit like the back of my hand.  I’m the one that has the background and degree in marketing, not you,” Anderson stated, his temper also rising at being dismissed soundly by the larger man.  Shane shook his head, hearing the young man's words.  He knew he was arrogant, but he didn’t really think he was that stupid too. 

“A degree?  Is that all you got, boy?  Take a look around you,” David said as his eyes locked with Shane’s for a brief second.  “Did you learn to be this dumb in college or is this natural?  No wait,” David said as he waved the other man’s words away.  “If you’re so impressed by degrees, why don’t you ask Shane about his? 

Shane smiled at David and nodded at Anderson , indicating that he would join the fray if Anderson was stupid enough to ask. 

“Better yet, why don’t you find out what degrees she’s got,” David asked as he glanced over at the still meditating woman.  Anderson snorted contemptuously. 

“She hasn’t got enough sense to get a degree in anything other than fashion or basket weaving,” Anderson snapped. He’d been disturbed by her all week in her short summer attire and the fact that she never lost her cool, seeming to always be on time and aware of needs before they even became an issue.  If he was honest with himself and he usually was privately, she creeped him out. 

“You really can’t be that dumb.  Shane, is he that dumb,” David asked rhetorically.  David jerked his thumb at Lil’ Sis.  “She’s got several degrees, you dumb ass.  She has more brains in her little toe than you’ve got in your thick skull.  Or are you too stupid to figure that out?” 

"I doubt it.  If she’s so smart, why is she trailing after you like some piece of trailer trash,” Anderson asked carelessly.  David blinked and switched his gaze back to Shane, a question visible.  Shane shook his head. 

“I have no idea,” was all he said to David. 

“You dumb ass, this is not her goal in life.  This isn't what she planned to do.  She’s doing this to help me out.  She’s family or doesn’t that mean anything to you?”  Without waiting for a reply and because he was sickened by having to deal with toadies like Anderson all the time, David let his mouth run away from him.  “She has her own life which she put on hold for me and my family for the last few years so I could follow my dream.  This was her last trip, and it was a good thing she came, don’t you think,” David glared at the younger man.  

Anderson stared back at him, feeling his blood pressure rise as he watched the magnificent specimen before him rant at him, oblivious to the words coming out of his mouth.  David saw the blank look on Anderson 's face and blew his breath out in disgust.  There was just so much bullshit a person could take and in the last few months his plate had been full of if, of people like Anderson .  All he really wanted was a full plate of his wife and kids and time enough to enjoy them. 

"Still, I don't see why she had to come along," Anderson ventured.  His ego was still bruised from the way she had handled all the reservations and the required changes without bothering to check with him to see if he was okay with the changes.  She had changed his carefully laid out plans to make them fit her manipulated itinerary. 

"Basket weaving," Lil' Sis's quiet voice asked.  David glanced at her and saw her amused wink at him.  As he watched, her gaze sharpened, taking in the moron sitting next to Shane.  Anderson started in surprise at hearing the small woman speak.  He thought she was in one of her weird ass trances again. 

"Well, yeah," he stumbled, sounding less sure of himself in the face of her unrelenting stare.  Lil' Sis shifted her gaze at Shane and smiled.  Shane's eye twinkled back at her. 

"How old is he?  Was I ever that young and stupid?  Were you," she asked Shane with a wink.  Anderson spluttered in outrage. 

"I am old enough.  I can vote, I graduated college," Anderson said loudly, trying to prove his point.  Carrie shook her head slowly.  She would not miss assholes like him. 

"You managed to graduate?  How lovely for your parents.  I hope you're paying them back with this salary.  No?  What a selfish son you are," Lil' Sis teased.  David put his hand in front of his mouth quickly, trying in vain to hide his grin at her words.  She had managed to diffuse the situation and insult the young man smoothly.  It was a gift David envied. 

"Yeah, I graduated, if it's any business of yours.  I graduated with honors," Anderson said, puffing up visibly.  Lil' Sis quirked a brow at his actions.  

"Am I supposed to be impressed by that?  Ask your boss if he is?  Ask him if he graduated magna cum laude," Lil' Sis said quietly.  Shane blinked in surprise.  He didn’t know she knew, but he nodded at the questioning look he received from his father's golden boy. 

"Why didn't you say something," Anderson asked in awe.  Shane pursed his lips for a moment, thinking. 

"Because it's not important.  It doesn't mean a hell of a lot in the real world, James.  Or did you think it did," Shane asked.  Anderson jumped at hearing Shane use his real name.  He coughed to cover up his movement, hoping his boss wouldn't know how much of a thrill shot through him at hearing his name.  Lil' Sis watched in silence as the man across from her tried to appear unaffected and was failing miserably. 

"Little toe," she asked David.  He shrugged in embarrassment and nodded.  She shook her head at him, glancing back to the young pup trying to win the bosses favor.  She knew David was tired, in pain and eager to be back in his own bed.  So was she, but she faced months of quiet, unlike her brother in law.  She decided to enlightened Vince’s wonder boy, or at least say she tried. 

“You have the background and experience?”  At her question, Anderson nodded, glad to be back on familiar turf.  Lil’ Sis gave him her sad smile.  David recognized it all too well.  She usually saved it for self righteous assholes that got in her way, not bugs like Anderson . 

“Since it’s obvious your geography is non existent,” Lil’ Sis said with a grin.  The comment was a direct poke at Anderson and his lack of understanding of the scope of the past week.  He couldn’t grasp the fact that Australia was much larger than the United States .  The itinerary needed adjustment to compensate for his lack of understanding.  No one had said anything to him, they were relieved that Lil’ Sis hadn’t batted an eye as she made the required changes. 

“Marketing 101,” she said, holding up one finger.  “Know or define your market.”  She brought up a second finger.  “Create a need.”  She brought up a third finger, ignoring the stunned look of the man across from her.  “Advertise that you can fill that need or niche.”  Lil’ Sis held up a fourth finger, palm out to the men across form her.  “Fill that need.”  She held out her hand, all five fingers up.  “And most importantly, do it better than anyone else.”  She grinned at Shane.  “Did I forget anything?” 

“Um, no.  Not really, That’s pretty much the basics,” Shane told her quietly.  He looked over at the next greatest thing according to his father and managed to not laugh out loud.  Anderson ’s expression was stunned. He quickly got himself back under control. 

“Yeah, but you forgot about focus groups and demographics,” Anderson said, trying to prove he was the resident expert.  Lil’s Sis sighed.  What a moron. 

"No, I didn't.  We're discussing the five basic principles of marketing.  You're spouting Marketing for Dummies.  Big difference.  I bet you used Cliff’s Notes, too."  David couldn’t help himself, he chuckled at her words.  Anderson went from triumph to anger to embarrassment in several seconds.  Lil’ Sis watched it all flit across his plain face. 

“If you want to play, do your homework, James.  Know your audience or opponent.  You don’t know shit about me and for that, I’m glad.”  Lil’ Sis saw his anger surface at her condescending words.  “Kid, you do not intimidate me.  Get over yourself already.  If you don’t, this business will eat you up.” 

“I could get you fired,” Anderson said slowly.  David and Carrie laughed at the comment, Shane noticed. 

“Weren’t you listening, boy,” Lil’ Sis asked as irritatingly as possible.  “I don’t work for this company.  Know your opponent.”  At his continued glare, she smiled.  “There are only two kinds of people in this world that impress me - someone who is super rich or someone who is super smart.  You aren’t either so give it up.”  With that she shut her eyes, ending her discussion. 

David watched in silence as Anderson fumed quietly across form him, unable to say or do anything to top Lil’ Sis.  The poor sap had been running around the last week trying to keep up with her and coming in a poor second.  She had just cemented her victory over him, but she didn’t seem to care.  Or maybe she’d say something later?  He didn’t know any more.  In the few years he’d traveled with her, he’d learned many things about her, but mostly he learned long ago that he would never fully understand her. 

That thought brought back to mind a long ago conversation, confrontation more like, that he’d had with Hunter about her… 

“Tell me again that you’re not sleeping with her,” Hunter snarled, inches away from his face.  Ric was behind Hunter, intent on reading David’s face. 

“She’s my sister in law.  She’s the one that Kris calls when shit is fucked up.  She’s my wife’s sister,” David said slowly, trying to get through to his mentor that he would never sleep with his Lil’ Sis.  There wasn’t an ounce of attraction there, and he was pretty sure it was mutual.  Hunter stared at him, waiting him out.  David finally backed away with his hands up.

“I’m not, I swear.  I love my wife.  But Kris is too pregnant to travel anymore,” David tried to explain. 

“And this cute little thing just happened to be there,” Hunter asked.  His tone was incredulous. 

“Well, no.  She lives in the area, but has her own shit,” David said with a frown.  She must have her own shit, he just didn’t really know what she did.  She seemed to be busy and have plenty of money to do what she needed.  He just wasn’t exactly sure what business she was in. 

“I don’t like it, Champ,” Ric said slowly.  Hunter nodded without pulling his gaze away from David.  The object of their discussion was waiting outside the locker room with his family, including his wife at a local show.  Lil’ Sis had offered and he’d jumped at it, knowing he didn’t want to put any extra burden on Kris.  He thought it was a good idea to let Hunter meet her before she traveled with him next week, straightening out the mess in Albuquerque and Arizona .  It was just two days, but she’s have to be with him for most of it. 

“Tell me why I should agree,” Hunter said.  David blinked in surprise. 

“ Las Vegas ,” was all he said.  Last month had been a near catastrophe in Vegas, thanks to some piss poor planning and double booking of their time.  They’d lost luggage, missed flights, and missed a house show all because of letting the office arrange their schedules blindly.  It had been better with Kris helping him from home, but there had been a few times she’d been able to get free enough to sneak a few days with them on the road too.  When she’d been on the spot and able to anticipate issues, things had gone amazingly well. 

Hunter’s lip curled in anger at being reminded of one of the most infuriating days of his professional life. 

“You sure you’re not in love with her,” Hunter queried him again. 

***

Closing her eyes to block out any more idiocy from Anderson , images rose unsolicited.  The sights and sounds of the forbidden… 

Never again, isn't that what you said?
Yu've been through this before
An' you swore this time you'd think with your head
No one, would ever have you again
And if takin' was gonna get done
You'd decide where and when
Just when you think you got it down
Your heart securely tied and bound
They whisper, promises in the dark
Pat Benatar – Promises in the Dark 

She felt safe in his arms.  She always had.  He was one of the few people on this earth that she could be herself with, totally without worry.  He had seen her at her worst and at her best, he had helped her through a lot of it.  He was such a loving man, but she hadn’t realized the extent of it until it was too late to go back.  Now?  Well now they had both moved on with their lives and their chance was lost.  Their friendly hug suddenly changed and became charged.  His arms tightened around her.  Feeling his breath on her neck, she closed her eyes to the sight of him in a vain attempt to block out the heat that had suddenly sprang to life between them. 

His hand slid up into her hair and she felt him gather her hair in his massive hand.  She barely registered that fact before her head was pulled away from the sanctuary of his chest by his fist in her hair.  He claimed her mouth with a growl from his own.  She was aware enough to groan in response to his action.  

Her response was music to his ears.  He had been fighting with himself for weeks and tonight was the worst, by far.  Hearing her small voice on the phone, thick with worry, brought out the protective beast in him and he knew it.  Then seeing her falter under the unrelenting questions, he knew he could shelter her from more harm.  He needed to, for both of their sakes.  He slid his other hand south, gently caressing her lower back and ass.  Having her in his arms again was his undoing and he knew it.  But he wasn’t going to fight it anymore. 

He pulled away from her lips, reaching for her hair clip.  His fingers sprang the clip free and he watched it fly off without thought to its destination.  She blinked at him, questions in her impossibly large jade eyes.  Eyes that reached deep down, still able to breach the walls he had around his heart.  Without a word, he pulled his fingers through her hair, freeing it even more.  He loved watching her hair flow free.  He wrapped a few curls in his fingers as he lightly traced her jaw. 

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck without hesitation.  She felt him shake at her action.  She didn't have much of a chance to puzzle it out before she felt herself lifted off her feet, with her lips still claimed by him.  He reached across the occupant of the bed, flipping the main light switch off in an attempt to keep the drugged man slumbering.  Taker lifted his head briefly, scanning their surroundings, looking for somewhere to sit.  He noticed a typical hotel room chair on the opposite side of the now semi darkened room deciding it would have to do. 

"Oh god, Min," was all he said as he sat in the chair with her now in his lap.  The chair creaked with their combined weight.  He nipped at her lips, making her body shudder.  She responded with a groan.  She knew he'd picked her up but didn't care or notice because most of her thoughts were focused on the feelings he had stirred in her.  Feelings that she thought she's given up many years ago.  Her gut was clenched tight while the rest of her tingled with need, something that hadn't happened in all the years and bed partners since him.  It robbed her of any rational thought.  She became a creature of need and want.  Her fingers had wrapped themselves in his hair, like they had so many years ago.  She felt his lips trail kisses down her chin to her neck.   She lost herself in the sensation of his mouth paying homage to her skin.  He was murmuring endearments and quiet compliments with each touch of his lips, sending her thoughts closer to the edge.  She had never thought she'd experience his lips again. 

He loved her skin.  He loved the taste and the clean smell of her skin.  He wanted to taste every inch of her tonight.  He'd been tormenting himself for years and he wasn't about to stop.  He shuddered as he struggled to maintain his control at her touch.  Just a touch from her could still shatter his long standing control.  He needed more than sitting in a damn hotel chair could give.  Without hesitation, he slid his hand under her ass and stood.  He glanced at the room's other occupant, noting that he was still dead to the world.  He had a moment's thought that even if he wasn't, he was not going to stop, not tonight, not right now. 

Taker looked into her trusting gaze as he set her back down on the carpet, the only place he could find that would accommodate them both.  He smiled just before he bent his head back to the arduous task of tasting every delectable inch of his woman.  

Before she was even aware of him doing anything, she was topless lying under him.  She felt the carpet on her back.  That was the sensation that brought her mind and body back from the edge. 

"We can't," she said quietly.  He held her stare for many seconds in silence, waiting for the one word that would stop him tonight.  He struggled for control that was just out of his reach.  She was quiet, listening to his labored breath.  She knew how hard it was to stop something they both wanted so much.  She reached up and touched his chin in the ensuing silence.  His eyes flicked back to hers instantly.  He growled just before he claimed her lips again.  Her body betrayed her with its greedy response to his touch.  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he plundered the depths of her mouth with his demanding tongue.  She raked her nails down his neck, eliciting a growl from him that sent more heat through her. 

He pulled his lips away, trying to catch his breath and slow down.  The sight of her lying half naked under him made him want to growl in appreciation. He kissed the tip of her nose gently instead.  Her fingers were locked in his hair.  He glanced down at her body, still so perfect to him.  Her delicate little breasts just inches from his tongue, tempting him to worship them.  He loved her body, she was still his Venus.  Her lack of stature made no difference; it was her athletic, firm but very feminine body that haunted his days and nights.  He slowly trailed his fingers down from her shoulder, down her breast bone to the waist of her slacks.  He didn’t hesitate as he slipped the button and eased the zipper down, wanting to see all of her.  She lifted her hips to help the slacks slide free.  He tossed them away and gazed at his woman, clad only in a lacy white thong.  He spotted the swell of her tummy that had been hidden under her ill fitting slacks, reminding him to be careful with her tonight.  He laid his hand against her growing tummy with a smile.  She blinked at his delicate touch on her distended tummy, surprised by his action, thinking he’d be repulsed.  A wicked thought flashed through his mind as he leaned down to taste her breast.  He paused just above it, letting his warm breath wash over her.  He couldn’t stop the feral grin as he noticed her body’s reaction.  Her skin flushed and her nipple tightened with just the touch of his breath.  Perfect, he mused.  They were even more sensitive than before.  Pregnancy changed women’s bodies in many ways and it seemed to make her breasts more sensitive.  

He didn’t particularly consider himself a breast man.  He had an appreciation for them, usually the bigger the better.  But, he’d found that the bigger they were, the less sensitive they tended to be.  He’d met a few lucky ladies where that wasn’t the case, but in most of his experiences the large breasted women suffered from more than just backaches.  They didn’t get to appreciate the feather light touch of a lover’s tongue, or the wisp of a breath on them.  All of those thoughts faded as he looked at the creature underneath him, breathing heavily at the hint of his touch to one of her many sensitive areas.  He looked again at her flushed skin, gazing at her round, perfect breasts begging for his tongue.  She didn’t have titties, boobs, ta-tas or whatever else men generally called them.  She had breasts that fit her perfectly and fit his mouth even better.  Maybe he was a breast man after all, maybe he was just spoiled by hers? 

He was tired of rationalizing out his fascination and nibbled on the object of his musing gently, causing her to shiver under him.  He trailed his fingers lightly to torment the other of her matched pair.  She jumped at his touch. 

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he whispered just as he suckled lightly on her tightened nipple.  She groaned, bucking under him, telling him of some other changes her pregnancy brought.  Oh yeah, he was going to torment her tonight.  They could both explore some of the benefits of her being with child tonight.  He continued his worship of her breasts as he murmured more endearments to her. 

Her ears were filled with his soothing, coaxing voice.  He told her how beautiful she was.  How he loved the scent of her, of her hair, her skin, all the while stroking the fires in her with just his tongue on her breasts.  She moaned in frustration, sensing her climax building without any other stimulation.  She bucked her hips at him and tried to pull his head away using his hair.  

“Not yet, my love,” he whispered.  God, he wanted her.  He was glorying in the feel of touching her and his effect on her.  It wiped away the last year’s damage to his ego at not being able to touch his wife and her recent recoils from his touch.  He continued worshiping her breasts, broken only by an occasional kiss.  His hand slid down to her thong, tracing the lace along the edge.  He felt her shiver in anticipation.  His slid his hand over her covered mound, knowing it would torment the shit out of her.  He held his chuckle in at her groan of frustration.  He kept his hand gently stroking her through the thin material, wanting to draw out her release.  In frustration, she yanked his hand away and pulled her thong off. 

“Big Red,” she asked just before she raked her nails on his neck.  He fought for his own control, knowing he was dangerously close to the edge.  She yanked his t shirt over his head, demanding he give her what she wanted, what he’d started.  As she reached for the waist of his warm ups, his hand stopped her.  She shook it off and caressed his rock hard cock through his warm ups.  Her demand was clear. 

“No, love.  Not tonight,” he said just before he suckled greedily on one of her breasts, plunging his finger inside of her.  The effect was instant.  She bucked and shuddered with the force of her release.  He continued to keep his fingers stroking her as he kissed her to keep the noise down.  She growled into his mouth, into his kiss, bucking under him.  He watched as she finally settled back down to earth, knowing that he’d never get tired of his woman.  

She opened her eyes in wonder, blinking at the suddenness of her release.  It was unexpected and frightening.  She saw he was watching her, waiting for her to say something.  Speechless for once, she reached for him, bringing him to her, pulling him down on top of her.  She wanted skin on skin contact after such a violent release.  He braced himself, keeping his weight off of her, but letting her take what she needed from their contact.  Before he realized what she was doing she’d slid his pants down. 

“No, love.  No,” he said as he pulled away.  He couldn’t risk injuring her or her unborn babes.  It wasn’t worth it.  She deserved his protection, even if from herself.  He leaned down, kissing her to soften the rejection.

“I’m not finished with you,” he growled, sliding his hand under her ass.  She cocked a leg on to his hip in invitation to whatever he had in mind.  If he pulled another orgasm from her again like the last one, she was gong to die, pure and simple.   He grinned at her slightly worried expression.  Oh god yeah, he was gonna torment her.  He lifted her leg off his hip and trailed his tongue from her neck to her tummy, pausing to nibble and suck when the mood hit him.  By the time he'd reached her rounded tummy, she was already squirming under him.  He flicked his gaze up to her face, wanting to remember every second of tonight.  The heat in her gaze as she smiled at him was something he'd carry with him. 

He flicked another quick glance at her, letting her see the devilish gleam in his eyes.  She gasped, recognizing the look and knowing what she was in store for.  He slid his hands under her ass, cupping both cheeks in his large hands.  He rubbed his stubbled cheeks on her belly, knowing it drove her crazy.  Her groan told him of his success of driving her crazy.  He slid further down her body, keeping her ass in his hands. 

Chinning her thighs further apart, he rubbed his face on her thighs, slowly, sensually, listening to her moan.  She lifted her head in time to watch as he closed his eyes, rubbing his face and chin on her thighs.  He rubbed up one thigh and down the other, reminding her of a large feline, a large predatory feline to be sure.  When he paused at her throbbing center, gently rubbing his chin first, then nose on her dampness, she knew he was taunting her.  With half his face buried between her thighs, he opened his green eyes to look up into hers. 

He held her gaze as he buried his nose against her sensitive clit, watching her reaction.  She twitched in response to his torment, cementing her fate.  He pulled his face away briefly to smile up at her, telling her in no uncertain terms how far he was going to push her tonight.  He brought one hand free from her ass, using his long fingers to spread her open to his teasing tongue.  He stared at her laid open for him, trusting him, wanting him. He inhaled deeply, loudly letting her know he was enjoying her scent almost as much as he was going to enjoy her taste. 

"God damn it, Red," her voice quaked.  He chuckled at her frustration, knowing exactly how to torment her until she exploded. He buried his tongue inside her, keeping her hips still with his large hand.  She shifted and bucked under his attentions, but he held her in place, forcing her to take all of his torment.  She started to moan as her release neared.  He ceased his attentions for a moment. 

"I'll have to stop, love, if you can't be quiet," he teased. 

"You do, you die," she gasped.  

He chuckled, burying his face again, pushing her over the edge.  His tongue was bathed in the taste of her release.  He groaned with her.  God, he loved her - loved her taste, her scent, loved making her explode with just his tongue.  He lifted his head as she mumbled. 

"What was that, sweetheart," he whispered in the suddenly silent room. 

"I am fucking dead," she replied quietly. 

"Hardly, but I can try again," Taker chuckled.  She twisted and pulled her legs away from him. 

"Don't you dare," she warned.  He smiled as he slid up her body, pulling her close, rubbing his now damp face against her breast. 

"Did I tell you," he started.  He was stopped by a small finger over his lips. 

"Don't," she said.  He stared at her briefly, finally nodding in understanding.  "Thank you," she said quietly.  He nodded in to her quiet eyes.  He listened as her heart rate slowed, privately elated at tonight's accomplishments.  His drifting thoughts were interrupted by her moving under him. 

"Hey, can Big Red come out and play," she teased. 

"No baby.  He's not safe for you," Taker said, placing a hand on her rounded tummy.  She giggled suddenly, rolling her eyes at him.  She pushed him off quickly and slid out from under him.  She sat up quickly, pushing him back down. 

"Silly, there's more than one way for him to play," she giggled, sounding like a naughty college coed.  

Oh god, did that mean she was going to...oh god it had been years since anyone had.  He'd found out that was on the long list of things that he forfeited once he'd gotten married this time.  Almost as soon as their vows were said, his wife had informed him that she wasn't going to do 'that' anymore. 

But Min, she never had any reservations about licking, tasting, and sucking his cock.  If he remembered right, they used to see who could do the better job.  Oh fuck, he'd totally forgotten that until just now.  He was so gonna love this. 

She slid his track pants down to his mid thigh, leaving them on to keep him partially contained.  She looked at his flushed face, knowing he was gritting his teeth, trying not to say anything.  We'll see about that.  She sat on his belly, knees beside her.  Using her own residue because she knew he’d love it, she slid backward on him, toward his twitching cock. 

"No, love," Taker said as he started to reach for her.  She slapped his hands away, frowning at him. 

"Leave it, I know what I'm doing," she whispered.  That's my worry, he thought.  She raised up and reached under her, wrapping her fingers around his hard length. 

Taker started to open his mouth in protest at her action but all that came out was a groan as she rubbed the head of his large cock against her wet folds. 

"I say Big Red wants to play," she teased as she continued to torment him with her well loved core. 

"You're gonna kill me," he said.  She giggled at him, sliding further down his legs, keeping her hand on the offending member. 

"I don't think so, but you're gonna wish I did by the time I'm done," she whispered, taking the head of his engorged cock into her mouth. 

"Jesus," Taker shouted, ignoring the fact that there was another occupant in the room.  Possibly forgetting all about the current world champion passed out on the bed above them.  She ignored his shout, concentrating on relearning every velvety inch of skin to her satisfaction. 

Taker tried to reach for her hair, her head, anything to slow her down or at least give him some sense of control.  She pushed his hand away, looking up at him smirking with her mouth full of his cock - a sight that he'd never forget.  All other thought faded to insignificance as she licked her way to his balls.  He tensed, not ready to utter another word, giving her the easy victory.  He closed his eyes, feeling her warm wet tongue lap at his heavy balls.  His control snapped as she sucked one into her mouth.  He shouted something in shock at her action.  Her hand was still sliding on his shaft, pulling him closer and closer to loosing all control.  Her tongue swiped his balls one last time before she licked up the length of him, pausing with her lips at the head of his rock hard cock.  God, he hadn't been this hard in years.  He felt like he could dig fence post holes, he was so hard.  She smiled into his eyes, seeing them unfocus as she wrapped her lips over the head of his cock, ending all thought for him.  She saw his eyes slide shut as he groaned. 

An embarrassingly short time later from his perspective, she managed to pull more words from him as he unloaded into her determined hot mouth.  He finished unloading into her with a hiss at her skill. 

"I take it, Big Red wanted to play," she teased, crawling up his long body as she smiled into his flushed face. 

"Christ woman, you win," Taker said, wrapping his arm around her.  She grinned at him before she stuck out her tongue playfully. 

"Always, Old Man and don't forget it," she quipped.  Her words sobered him.  He pulled her tight to his chest and held her in place.  She knew she must have touched a nerve by his instant reaction, pulling her in to him.  

“I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.  I want no world for beautiful you are my world, my true and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you,” Taker spoke quietly, easily quoting a well loved poem. 

 She listened in silence to his words.  He could still surprise her by reciting poetry.  He didn't do it very often but when he did, it was always poignant and heartfelt.  

She lifted her head from his chest, looking into his eyes, seeing the truth of his words.  She rubbed her fingers along his chin wordlessly. He knew.  She knew he knew and that was all that mattered.  She eventually rolled away from him, giving him her back to warm.  

"God damn, Min.  How can your ass be cold," Taker asked loudly.  She shrugged with a giggle.  He snuggled up to her, cold ass and all.  Her head rested on his right arm, preferring to use him as a pillow.  His free hand stroked her skin, from hip to neck, savoring the feel of her.  He brushed her hair away from her neck slowly, memorizing the arch of her neck, the line of her jaw.  He whispered, "My love," just before he nibbled on her neck. 

No fair.  No damn fair.  Say that and then distract me with your kisses, no fair.  He'd never played fair, she remembered.  Why would he start now?  She tried to avoid the words, but he busted through and said it repeatedly anyway.  No damn fair.  She sighed at his continued nibbling.  He grinned.  He was softening her up so he could talk to her about them; him, her and all that lay between them.  He wanted to talk to her about his life and what he was going through, but didn't want to overburden her unless it came up in conversation, like tonight.  He slid his hand down to her hip, groaning as his hand skimmed over her growing belly.  He heard a sharp intake of breath ending in a gasp from her just before she pulled herself away and sat up.  He blinked in confusion. 

"Min," Taker asked, seeing her horrified expression.  She stood up and held her hands up, telling him to stay away wordlessly.  She shook her head as her tears started.  He sat up in alarm.  "Sweetheart," he asked again.  

She didn't answer as she grabbed her clothes in haste.  He stood up and almost fell back down thanks to his track pants still being mid thigh.  He swore silently as he yanked them up.  Carrie was on the other side of the bed, pulling on her clothes quickly, ignoring her own tears.  Taker reached her with a few strides and held her arms, trying to get her to stop and at least talk to him.  

"Babe, what?  What's going on," he asked.  She blinked at him in silence and wrenched herself away from him, buttoning up her blouse as she did so.  She looked around quickly and snatched up her bra and thong from behind him.  He moved too slow to grab her that time.  She reached the door just before he did.  He put his palm against it, effectively stopping her from leaving. 

"Min?  What the fuck is going on?  What did I do," Taker asked.  She shook her head at his questions.  “Babe, please tell me.  Talk to me," he pleaded, reaching for her face.  She pulled her shoulders in and backed away from him.  He was stunned at her reaction to his attempted touch.  His temper simmered but he knew that wouldn't help so he kept a firm grip on it.  

"Tell me, honey.  You can talk to me," he tried again.  She shook her head, swiping at her eyes as she did so.  She wadded up her lingerie, stuffing it under her arm. 

"You're married," she wailed.  He blinked in surprise again and stepped back.  "That might not matter to you, but it does to me," she said quickly.  She yanked the door open and was out before he had a chance to tell her the truth.  

Damn it.  Of all the stupid things.  What sparked her?  He raked his hands through his hair in disgust. The flash of his wedding band caught his eye.  Damn it.  It didn't mean anything to either of them any more.  Thanks to some recent talks with his lawyer, he was learning that it might not have meant much to his wife for quite some time.  He wasn't sure why he still wore it except habit on his part, like putting on a watch or something.   

He looked around the semi darkened room in disgust, trying to find his t shirt.  He was more disgusted at himself than at her reaction.  He understood exactly why she went off like that.  She took wedding vows seriously, even if they weren't hers.  It was one of the many reasons she'd said she would never get married. 

After he pulled his t shirt on, he glanced at the semi comatose world champion, shaking his head. 

"I fucked up, man," Taker said to David, knowing he was still dead to the world. 

"Told ya, you shoulda gotten married," David slurred from the bed. 

"In a cold day in hell," Taker muttered, walking out and closing the door firmly. 

***

Taker thrust the papers away from him in disgust.  It galled him to learn that his wife had been getting more than her prize horses serviced by the vet.  And now his lawyer suggested in his usual blunt style that he should seriously consider getting a paternity test for their youngest.  Damn it.  How could he have been so blind?  Easy, he hadn’t been home often enough to notice.  Hell, he hadn’t been home much in the last couple of years, in part because he sensed his wife’s discontent and he didn’t want to deal with it.  Now he was reaping the rewards for his own laziness.  But, he was still pissed at himself that he had missed the signs that were so damn obvious, now that he had the benefit of hindsight.  From the moment they learned they were pregnant with Emma, Sara had insisted on sleeping in separate beds for the baby’s sake, she said.  He snorted to himself.  Yeah, right.  Then as the months passed, she’d refused all his advances, telling him she felt ugly and undesirable.  He didn’t understand how she could feel so different during that pregnancy from the previous ones, but he accepted it at face value.  Dumb ass. 

Where had it all gone to shit?  They seemed to be so in synch in the early years of their union.  She’d jumped at the chance to go on the road with him.  She’d even admitted her secret desire to want to be on stage, in front of an audience.  When the opportunity came up for her to participate in a storyline with him, he was more than happy to help her realize that dream.  He’d also hoped that with her traveling with him, she’d get a taste of what his life was like on the road, far from glamorous.  They’d met while he was rehabbing so she didn’t understand the extent of his travels.  It wasn’t until after they’d been married that he was able to go back out on the road.  She said at the time she understood and was happy for him to be back doing what he loved, but looking back on it, he knew that was the start of it.  She needed someone home with her, to share her life with, her whole life.  Not just the little snippets he could give, in between his weekly travels.  God, he was such an asshole for not seeing that years ago. 

Raking his fingers through his hair again, he reached for the stack of papers he’d tossed away earlier.  His wedding band flashed in the light, reminding him of his folly.  With a snarl, he pulled it off quickly.  It was a reminder of his own stupidity and the fact that he was going to go through life alone.  His job wasn’t conducive to long term relationships of any kind.  He placed the ring on the table in front of him, leaving it for the cleaners to find in his hotel room.  He didn’t care if they pawned it or mailed it back to him. 

His lawyer, Greg, sent the batch of papers for him to look over before he submitted them on his behalf.  He skimmed through most of it, stopping only on the child care issues.  The money and property wasn’t even up for discussion, no matter what Sara or her team of lawyers thought.  She had signed a pre-nup with a fidelity clause in it.  

If he could walk away and wash his hands of all the mess he would, but his children, both of them, deserved better.  They deserved to know that both their parents loved them, in spite of whatever they might hear.  He learned from his first divorce some of the hurtful words parents tell their children inadvertently and the damages it wreaked.  It had taken many years for him and Carolyn to put all that shit aside for their children’s sake, but it had been worth it.  God damn it, Min had been the instigator in that.  He owed her so much, the relationship with his boys was just one of many. 

How did he repay her?  By seducing her while she was vulnerable.  He was disgusted at himself for allowing his emotions to get the better of his judgment that night.  But then, his emotions usually were in an uproar when he was around her.  Even now.  Even though he knew she was carrying another man’s child, he still felt their connection.  But for her sake as well as his own fucked up situation, he would do his damnedest to stay away from her.  He’d already proven to himself that his control went to shit around her and he didn’t want to jeopardize her chance at happiness.  He was many things, but an asshole wasn’t one of them.  Plus, in spite of what she might think, she deserved a chance at happiness too.  He’d already tried that a couple of times and it seemed he wasn’t destined to have it long term.  He was good at falling in love, but staying in love and keeping his wives happy just wasn’t something he seemed to be able to do. 

That depressing thought threatened to darken his already sour mood, so he looked around the anonymous hotel room, looking for something to distract him.  His eyes landed on his cell phone.  He flipped it open, checking for voicemail and text.  Finding that he had a couple text messages he scanned them.  Both were from his sons.  Two boys so different, but so much like him it was scary.  Carolyn had done an amazing job with them.  He had no illusions that his help had been anything but peripheral.  Luc wanted to ask for money, that much he gathered but he couldn’t see what for.  Who knows with the cost of everything in college these days?  Matt was asking for some snake thing?  Kid was always into strange shit.  He smiled as he answered them.  If anyone had been able to see him currently, they’d see The Dead Man bent over a tiny phone cussing and swearing as he attempted to text his sons back.  That image made him laugh at himself.  How in the hell could anyone take themselves serious when he could barely type well enough to tell Luc he needed more info before he sent him more money?  He envied others dexterity with these damn phones.  His thoughts went immediately back to watching Min’s fingers fly over the minuscule buttons.  He shut that train of thought down before it went any further.  No use tormenting himself now.  Flipping his phone closed, satisfied that he’d at least managed to convey his meaning, if not his exact words, he grabbed his bag, heading out to start another work day as The Dead Man. 

***

Mike paced as usual, waiting for Carrie to get home.  He’d received her text last night, telling him of their changed plans.  He’d called Kris this morning to verify, in case he misunderstood and now all he had to do was wait.  He fucking hated waiting.  Thank God this was the last time he’d have to worry about her traveling.  She said she wasn’t needed with David’s lighter schedule and plus it was getting awkward for her anyway.  He knew how many times she had to dash off to pee at home, it could only be worse on the road.  Dave hadn’t said a word about it this week.  He’d been so relieved that she was there to fix the fucked up schedule that he might be willing to over look just about anything.  How was Dave going to cope without her?  He didn’t know, but he wasn’t willing to risk his babies or Carrie’s health to find out. 

He owed Dave an apology anyway for last week’s shit as they left.  It had been eating at him all week.  He’d bitched at Dave more in the last six months that he had in the previous six years.  Maybe with Carrie staying home, he could get some semblance of order restored to his life and stop bitching at his best friend every chance he got.  Dave didn’t need the extra shit from him, he had enough to deal with already.  

Plus his idiotic plan for the new house was already looking exactly like the catastrophe Mike had foreseen.  Thinking of that, he needed to call Miss Dragonetti this morning about some permits.  She was unflinchingly polite, but he definitely got the feeling she was more than a little curious about who her real client was.  He’d arraigned a lunch meeting with her for next week to cut through the crap and remind her of their contract. He had no doubt that she would do a good job dealing with all the contractors and designers.  She earned praises from the many people he’d contacted.  But her insatiable curiosity about Dave’s identity might be her undoing.

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