She scratched at his back furiously as his mouth lavished her neck. Her fingernails couldn't seem to sink into his skin deep enough, though he was buried deep inside of her. His panting... His breath... The heat radiating from his body warmed her through and through. And for the past few weeks, she couldn't seem to get enough of him.
With one last groan, he exhaled, deeply satisfied. He released her thighs, and she let her legs drop from around his waist. Pressing her hands flat against his chest, she managed to move him back enough that she could slide from against the wall.
"Where you leaving to?" he asked her as he buttoned his jeans.
She slid her black leggings back onto her long legs. "You know I have to be back in North Carolina."
"Flight's tonight? I thought that was tomorrow morning."
"No, I'll be back there by early morning." She watched him walk over to her, pulling the bag she carried everywhere out of her hand and dropped it back onto the couch. He pulled her close to his bare-chest body, wanting to kiss down her neck again. "Randy, stop it. You know we're seeing each other next week when you guys stop in South Carolina."
"A week seems too far when it comes to seeing you," he said, tilting her chin up so he could kiss her plump lips. She seemed so intoxicating. He wanted to drink in her very essence. He wanted all of what she was. But she was quick to slap his hand away.
"I have to go now." She zipped up her bag and threw the strap over her shoulder.
He watched her leave out his locker room door. He knew. That's what killed him the most. He knew she was going to North Carolina to see him. He didn't want him touching what he claimed to be his. Calina was his, and only his. His nose flared out in anger at the very thought. Lips pressed together, he gave it some time before grabbing up his bag and left out the room.
"""""
"Cal!"
She stopped and turned to see the face she was looking for in the massive crowd of people. She loved him, she really did, and there was nothing in this world that she wouldn't do or hadn't done for him. She took care of him when he was at his lowest, and was there standing tall with him when he was at the highest peaks of his life. Having been with him since they were both out of high school, she thought she'd always be with him.
"Cal," his voice said again as he pushed his way to her. "Hey, baby." He pulled her into a hug, his hand gliding through her dark locks.
"Hi sweetie." She looked around and behind him. "Where's Matt and them?"
"Oh, back at the house," he began as he firmly laced his fingers with hers. "Matt started up a barbecue."
"Oh awesome," she said as they began pushing through the crowd together. "I didn't expect that for my homecoming."
He wrapped his arm around her, helping her to push her way through the body around them. She was pleasantly surprised with who she saw next.
"Shannon!" she exclaimed, holding her arms out to him. "How are you?"
"Doing okay," he said with a smile. "How was your flight from New York?"
"It was all right. Rather long." She hopped into the front seat of the vehicle. "I'm so ready for the barbecue. I'm so hungry."
"""""
"I don't know, man. I'm telling you, she's a little bit different. I can't explain it. Something's funky with her."
"Man, she's been your girl for how long, and you can't read her yet?" Matt placed his feet up on the wooden railing and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, I know, I know," he said as he readjusted his hat. "It's just something." His stare wondered off to the side of Matt's house where Calina was sitting down on the trampoline with Shane and Shannon. He knew there was something she wasn't telling him which was odd because they never hid anything from each other. As he silently wondered what it was, her figure suddenly hovered over him.
"Me and Shannon are going to his parlor. You guys want to come?"
"You getting a tattoo?" Matt asked her.
"Probably not this time."
"No, you go on ahead," Jeff said. "We're still on for dinner, right?"
"Yes we are," she said with a smile, then leaned down to give him a quick kiss. "We'll be back later."
Both Matt and Jeff watched her walk back down the deck steps and around the side where she would meet Shannon at his car.
"Doesn't seem like anything's wrong with her," Matt said, noticing her mannerisms towards his younger brother were pretty much normal.
"No, it doesn't. But there is."
"""""
Jeff sat in the small restaurant, waiting for Calina to return. What had it been, ten, fifteen minutes since she said she had to use the restroom? He was thankful though, that the people in the restaurant knew who he was since he was a child. He was certain no one would bother them. And just as he looked up from his half-eaten plate, she was making her way back to their table. He eyed her as she sat down, taking a sparse forkful of food into his mouth.
"What took you so long?"
"How long was I gone?" she asked, picking up her fork and continuing to eat like she hadn't been away at all.
"At least ten minutes," he said. "I know it doesn't take you that long to pee."
She became silent as she placed her fork down with a clink, sighing deeply and putting her hand on her forehead. "Why do you want to pick a fight with me, Jeff?"
"I want you to tell me the truth," he said solidly. "There's something going on with you."
"There's nothing - "
"I know it, Cal," he interrupted. "Don't tell me bullshit lines. You think I don't know you enough?"
"Jeff, if all you want to do is fight with me, we can leave."
"Is that what you want to do? Leave?"
She exhaled and leaned back into the chair. "I want you to stop being passive aggressive. What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?"
"There's nothing wrong with me." She stood, swiftly making a move for the door. Jeff stood, pulling out his wallet to throw some bills on the table, and went after her. By the time he emerged from the restaurant, she had already walked down the road. He quickly jumped in his car to follow her.
"Cal," he said from the car window he rolled down. "Cal, get in. It's too cold to walk tonight."
"I'm fine," she said in a short tone.
"Get in the car, Cal," he insisted.
"I'll walk home."
"Come on," he continued like he didn't hear her. "Let's go back to Matt's."
"I'm going home, Jeff." The thoughts flashing through her mind were cut off by him sharply turning the car to cut in front her path. She stopped at the front end of the car, putting her hands on the hood. "Are you crazy?"
He opened his door, half standing out of the car. "Get in the car, Calina. I'm taking you home," he said firmly. He watched her as she stood and placed her hands on her hips and raised a sculpted eyebrow.
"No." She heard him exhale at her defiance. Ignoring it, she walked around the front of the car and continued on her way home. She left Jeff behind, standing at his car, lost as to what just happened.
"""""
He spotted her standing with her rolling luggage in hand. His eyes traveled from the top of her head, where her long, dark hair was jet straight and pulled back in a high ponytail. Then his vision landed on her chest in which she wore a black leather jacket over what he assumed was a black tank top, which made his eyes travel further down to the leather pants that fit so snugly around her full hips. Those incredibly long leather-clad legs ended with thick-soled black boots. Licking his lips, he made his way towards her.
"Hey, Randy," she said, giving him a hug.
"How was your time at home, baby?" he asked, taking the handle of her bag from her hand.
"Good," she said, flashing him a bright white smile.
She wasn't a big talker, but she was unusually quiet on the drive to the venue, where she would store herself away in his tour bus. He didn't immediately leave to prepare for the show tonight, instead staying with her in the bus. As she emerged from the back of the bus, in one of Randy's shirts, he leaned against a counter in the small kitchenette.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine. Why?" She sat down on the leather couch, pulling her legs to cross in front of her.
"You haven't really said a thing since I picked you up."
She sighed, raising her head from the notebook she was writing in. Tapping the pencil on the paper, she looked at him. "He's suspicious."
"How?" Randy asked calmly.
"I don't know, but he is. I haven't given him any reason to question me. At our dinner the other night, he asked me - "
"Dinner?"
"Yeah," she said, going back to writing in her notebook. "We went out to dinner."
"You went out on a date with him?"
"Randy," she said, looking back up at him. "I can't act strange. We always went out to eat together."
He didn't even notice he was grinding his teeth together as he looked away from the woman that sat in front of him. "Did you spend the night with him?"
"No," she said quickly. "Went to the restaurant first night I went back home. He wanted to argue, I left, and I didn't bother being around him after that."
She swallowed, looking back down to her paper. She hated lying to Randy. It was really a few nights in that she and Jeff went to their dinner. She had spent a couple of nights with Jeff, making love to him. A part of her wanted it to be the same with Jeff as it were for so many years. But knowing how she also lied to Jeff now, she knew it would never be. Randy was the one who had stolen her heart away from Jeff, and neither of them knew it. Of course, she was just supposed to be something good on the side to Randy. Something he also hid from his wife.
The anger that flared in him didn't escape her attention.
"I can't believe you're getting mad. I didn't ask you about Samantha," she stated without looking back up to him.
"I'm not getting mad." He quickly grabbed his bag, hoisting it on his shoulder. "I'm heading to the show now. I'll be back later."
Get it together, Randy, he said to himself as he headed out the bus door and walked to the venue. She's not supposed to be special to you. You know she's with Hardy. But still, he was so incredibly drawn to her, he couldn't help but feel that rage boiling inside of him at the mere thought of Hardy putting his hands all over her. He didn't even want to attend the show. He wanted to drive the few hours to Cameron, North Carolina and kick Hardy's ass. His nerves calmed though by the time he met up with Dave in the arena.
"""""
"You okay, man?" Dave asked, noticing his close friend seemed far being being all right.
Randy snapped out of his thoughts and slid a clean shirt over his head. "I'm fine," he said pulling the shirt down over his body. "Just having some issues with Cal."
"Issues with her? I thought she wasn't going to be an issue."
"She wasn't," he answered sharply, then bowed his head as he placed his elbows on his jean-clad knees. "Dave, I don't know what to even think. I hate the simple thought of him touching her in any way. Then she claims not to have slept with him the week she went back home."
"Do you believe her?" Dave asked as he finished pulling his socks onto his feet, then slid them into boots.
"I want to," Randy replied, running a hand over his crew cut hair. "But I don't." He looked at Dave, who now stood, strap of his bag over his shoulder.
"Want to go out tonight?" he offered.
"No," Randy said, thinking. "As much as I probably should, I'm just going to go back to the bus and try not to get mad at her."
Dave gave his friend a small smile. "Suit yourself. See you at the next stop."
He watched Dave leave, still wondering why Calina seemed to start his fuse every time he thought of her. The walk back to his tour bus seemed to go on for hours, even though it was only a five minute walk from the back doors of the arena. He knew it was too late to end things with Calina. He was already too deep in. Even when she's not around, he smells her... thinks he sees her... and to everything that was him, he swore once or twice, he felt her touch him. She was just supposed to be a curvy, sexy woman on the side for him. Someone he could have when his wife wasn't around. But now... now she was turning into someone who was around because his wife wasn't there.
He opened the door to the bus, dropping his bag to the side of the couch. He didn't want to face her, knowing of the rage that still simmered in him. At the same time, he wanted to ravage her and make sure she knew on a deeper level that he owned her. He was confused at the moment though as she wasn't sitting on the couch where he'd left her.
"Cal," his bold voice said. He made his way through to the back of the bus, stopping in front of the door to the back bedroom, when he heard her voice. He dropped the hand that was going to open the door. Who was she talking to?
"Yeah, I know, but I can't be there, Jeff. I'm sorry."
Jeff? "The fuck?" he questioned softly to himself as he continued to listen.
"I wanted to be there, but – No, no, I'm with a friend. She needs some help with her baby... Yeah, I know, but I can't just leave her without any help, Jeff. She's got a newborn. Come on... Yeah, okay, fine. Night, babe."
Randy didn't know if he wanted to bust through the door and tell that motherfucker not to talk to his woman, or if he should just leave with the excuse of going out with Dave. He froze again, though, as he heard her moving around, and he heard the slight squeak of the mattress, indicating she had sat on the bed once more. Raising his hand again, he opened the door, and her head immediately turned to him.
"Did you call him?" he asked in an emotionless voice.
"I, uh, no... No," she stammered.
"So he called you?" He slowly walked to where she sat on the foot of the bed.
"Yes, he, um... He did." She watched him as he lifted his look to the ceiling, only for his glare to land back down on her. If she didn't know any better, she would have told anyone that she was scared of him at this moment. He stood menacingly over her, the look in his eye daring her to do anything before he told her to do so.
"He called, and you answered," he reported back to her with a slight chuckle.
"I was supposed to go somewhere with him," she said softly, her words trailing off as she fiddled with the wet tips of her hair, as she was fresh out the shower. His lips straightened out as he spoke.
"I didn't ask why. I don't care what that piece of garbage says to you. All I know is he better not say anything more to you."
Her face then straightened out. "He's my boyfriend."
With the swiftness she knew he possessed, his body was over her robe-clad one, holding her arms down forcefully, and she felt his warm breath on her face.
"I am your man. You visit that little shit for a week, and you seem to have forgotten that. What do I have to do in order for you know where I stand?" After a few moments without her saying anything, he nodded his head. "You understand that you belong to me, don't you?" He threaded his fingers through her loose, damp hair and pulled her head back. "Don't you!"
"Yes, Randy!" she nearly screamed out. Her hand went up to hair that was being pulled, and tried prying his hand from it. But he willingly let go and stood. He shut the door, then stripped himself free of clothes. Calina had scooted up to the pillows piled up against the headboard, the flame that Randy always ignited in her, turning up full force as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to his naked body.
He yanked the robe of her, exposing the luscious curves of her body. Running his hands down the sides of her body, they landed on her full hips and he took the liberty of moving his hands into her heat. He loved the sound of her moan as his fingers began stroking between her sensitive folds. He watched as she threw her head back in pleasure, her body giving into the touch of his hand giving him just as much pleasure. He loved when Calina melted into him. Loved it when she seemed to want to be absorbed into him. That was something he's never had with anyone before.
His thoughts became hazy though as he felt her lips around his hardness. He sucked in air through clenched teeth, her warm mouth consuming him, giving him sensations that almost became unbearable. After a few more minutes of her heavenly mouth, he pulled her up and pushed her down onto the bed. She immediately fell into the form that Randy loved to see, her legs spread to invite him. And boy, did he accept the invitation.
His mouth hovered over hers as he slid into her, a moan from her exciting him even more. His thrusts were hard and rough, demanding her body to take whatever he wanted to give to it. Control and possession is what drove their sex, and it's what drove him to claim her over and over again. He continued to relentlessly pound into her, the short, little screams coming from her only fueling the power of his thrusts.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him with all her might as she climaxed, her walls intensely milking him. Randy could no longer hold back as he poured himself into her, his face pressed into her full bosom. She breathed heavily, letting go of the pillow she desperately gripped to place her palms around his face. He looked up at her, not able to stop the words that flew out of his mouth.
"I love you, Cal."
Her body stiffened, her brows furrowed. "What?"
Randy wanted to pull away from her, but he couldn't. Her body was warm to him, and so very comforting. He couldn't deny that that was what he felt from her at the start of this. She wasn't like every other woman he laid with. Even his own wife couldn't provide the warmth that he felt from her.
"What do you mean?" he heard her voice again. He felt her soft hand push his chest, effectively pushing him off her. Wrapping the sheet over her body, she turned to look at him.
"I didn't want to say it," he said in a low tone, laying flat on his back with an arm on his forehead.
"But you meant it," she said matter-of-fact.
"Does it matter if I do?" he asked, looking up at her.
She crossed her legs and brought her knees as far up to her chest as she could. "I don't know." Her voice was quiet, and it nearly broke his heart to hear it. "But, I know that I don't mean anything to you."
"Oh, come on," he said in a harsh tone. Standing up, he dressed in some sweatpants and a shirt. "You can't honestly think that I've been keeping you around for nothing."
"But, this was only - "
"Only what? The best sex we've both ever had in our life? The nights we spend together are not the best nights we've ever had? Cal, you can't think it's been just for sex. Even if you don't want to admit it, you've felt the same way."
"But, it didn't matter, Randy!" she cried out. "What do you mean it's more than sex? It's not supposed to be!" A manicured fingernail went up to her lips.
"Well, it is. So what do we do now?" he asked as he laid back onto the bed.
"We stop seeing each other. No contact. What else is there to do?"
He looked at her, then shook his head. "No," he chuckled. "No, no, no. That's not possible."
"Why is it not possible? Randy, it has to be."
"Why? So you can go back into your lifeless relationship with that vibrant freak?"
"You have no right to say anything about my relationship with Jeff. I love him and - "
"And what? You love him so much that you cheat on him? You lie about your every move that he doesn't see you make? You're with a friend with a newborn? Really, Cal?"
"I risk my relationship, my lifetime friendship with him just to see you," she breathed out as she looked at him with disgust. "How dare you patronize me. How dare you assume that Jeff doesn't mean anything to me."
"How much does he mean to you, Cal, when you're with me every chance you get? You've known for a while that it was more between us. You're not stupid."
"No," she said as she stood. "I'm not stupid. But I am completely fucking senseless for letting this go on." She slipped on her panties, then a white tank top. "For letting it happen at all." She slid on a pair of jeans, then began gathering her things.
"Hold on," Randy said, jumping up. "Wait a minute, Cal." He pulled the bag from her hands. "Wait a minute. If you can honestly stand here and tell me that you feel absolutely nothing for me, I'll let you leave and never bother you again."
She paused in her track, knowing he was right. But she felt so bad about betraying Jeff, she didn't know what to do? Go back to him, and back to their relationship that had been lacking something for quite some time. And she couldn't blame Randy; He just happened to be the one she found what she was missing in Jeff. It could have been anyone. She looked up at him, realizing that his words had hit her harder than she wanted them to.
"How do I tell him? I don't know how to tell someone who was my best friend for half my life, that I don't feel for him anymore." Tears welled in her eyes. "How do I do that, Randy?"
"Don't worry about that right now, baby," he said as he pulled her into a hug. "Don't stress out about it. Things will work out."
"It's so wrong," she cried. "I've been so wrong to him."
He gently stroked her back, soothing her with soft whispers and kisses.