A/N: Sinfully Sined's writing challenge. With a DK twist of course. Enjoy all! Oh and I own nothing, just in case anyone thought I did.
Glen Jacobs aka Kane decided that he need some time away. But what happens when he gets home to find out that he had a new neighbor and she just happened to be his favorite writer of all time? And what happens when he finds out that all her heroes were based from him and the Undertaker? Now what happens when Mark aka Undertaker comes to visit for a week to find out that his neighbor was a fine redhead? Glen knew his weakness for redheads. Will all hell break loose and one friendship be destroyed when she picks one of them or will she pick neither of them.
He never pegged himself as one to read soft core porn. Yet here he was enjoying a book that could only be described as such. They were on a flight over to Iraq for their annual Christmas with the Troops special. Glen had forgotten his book in the hotel and Mark had fallen asleep, leaving him bored out of his mind. All that he had on him was a black permanent marker, and he had already colored all of Mark's fingernails black. Snickering he pictured Mark chasing Jeff around threatening him for it. Glen had leaned back against his seat and was staring at the ceiling of the plane when he over heard Beth asking Mickie about the book she was reading. Mickie giggled and started to tell Beth about the book in a whisper. It sounded like a good whodunit book so far and intrigued Glen turned around and peeked over the back of his seat. Both Diva's seen him and looked back curiously at him.
"Can we help you Glen?" Mickie asked.
"Yea, do you have an extra book?"
"Sure....lemme get in my carry-on." She said.
"Wait is it like the one you were telling Beth about? I like crime novels." He said before she got out of her seat.
"I dunno, it's by the same author. I just got it."
"Have you read that one?" He asked as he pointed to the book in her hand.
"Yea. I've read it a couple of times. It's one of my favorites." She said blushing.
"Can I read that one then?"
"Alright."
Mickie handed Glen the book and looked over at Beth, smothering a laugh. He wondered what was so funny but decided to ignore it. Diva's were weird anyways, they probably were laughing about something stupid; like Santino's unibrow or Regals love-handles. He settled down into his seat and opened the book more than ready to lose himself in a good crime novel. The first couple of chapters were good, they were decribing a female detective on the trail of a deranged serial killer, bent on recreating the Jack the Ripper killings.
Only the killer's city of choice? Washington DC. Oh and the killer appeared to be female as well, all the victims were male exotic dancers. A unique twist, Glen couldn't remember reading a book with a female killer before. The descriptions of victims were highly detailed, something that really made the book stand out.
Chapter five threw him for a loop. The detective had found one of the victims barely breathing and had called the the EMTs resulting in the man living. When she went to ask him about the incident it turned into a large, explicit sex scene. He blushed red and slammed the book closed, breathing heavy. What in the hell kind of book was this? Cautiously he opened the book again and peeked at the second paragraph of Chapter five.
Detective Sellner was standing in Stauffer's livingroom, watching as he slowly got to his feet. The ragged scar from the attack ran from his right shoulder to his left hip and the woman in her wanted to comfort and ease his pain, however the detective in her wanted answers. Stauffer got closers and she shifted from foot to foot, the predatory gleam in his eye making her slightly wary. She swallowed hard as he got with in arms reach, and raised her chin a notch.
"Detective. It's nice to see you again." He said as he eyed her appreciatively.
"Not as nice as it is to see you up and walking." Her skirt felt like it was riding up and she fought the urge to tug on it. "I have a few questions to ask you."
"Like what detective?"
"I need you to tell me everything you remember about the attack."
"I really can't remember, it's all hazy." He said as he licked his lips.
"Well tell me what you do remember."
"Hmm, well it started I was leaving the club. Walking across the parking lot behind the building. I heard footsteps, but didn't think nothing of it, there were three of us getting off at that time. Then I felt hands running over my back, caressing my ass." He demonstrated, pulling Sellner close and reaching under the him of her skirt to rub lightly. "At that time I thought it was a fan so I leaned back, saying something along the lines 'Craving more huh?' The hands continued to roam, finding their way to my dick." His hands teased the edge of her panties, one finger slipping inside.
Sellner's breathing became erratic as Stauffer plunged his finger inside of her then added another one. His voice became a background noise as she felt heat radiating from her core. Just as she was about to scream her release Stauffer pulled his fingers out and took a step away. Her eyes were unfocused as she tried to locate him. Barely she registered him talking, she suddenly wanted to taste him.
Glen slammed the book back closed. His jeans felt a little tight and he groaned as he pictured the scene in his mind. This wasn't the type of book he needed to read when there was no way he could relieve the pressure. He took a deep breath and turned around in his chair to give the book back to Mickie, but she had fallen asleep. With a little sigh he turned back around and looked at the book in his hand.
There was nothing on the cover that even hinted at what was going on. The more he stared at it the more he wanted to find out if how far she would go to get her information. Almost reluctantly he opened the book back to the page he had been reading and picked up where he left off, finding himself drawn into the story.
