Mackenzie loaded up her last suitcase. She was ready to hit the road. Desiring to drive to Orlando instead of flying. A week in Orlando with Fergal sounded like heaven.
She was still undecided on what she wanted to do with her life. She loved wrestling. It was her passion. Yet lately, it seemed like she was putting more into it then she was getting back in return.
She hoped the long drive gave her enough time to dissect every option available to her. She didn't want to walk away. Not after ten years. The countless hours she'd put into wrestling weighed heavily on her mind.
What would she do if she left wrestling behind? She didn't have a solid work history. She had worked as a waitress in her teens. Saving up money to go to wrestling school. Then a few odd jobs to survive until she could live off her paydays from shows.
She could imagine the laughter when she handed out her resume to employers. Female wrestlers were still considered a source of amusement to society. Especially the ones who don't make it to the big times.
As she drove through the countryside, she reminisced about all her roadtrips. The first time she packed her gear and drove to Memphis. She had been so nervous. Not knowing anyone to ride with that first time.
She knew she couldn't realistically walk away. She knew in her heart she would be broken. Her spirit, her essence, was inside the ring. Walking away would be like cutting herself in half.
Mackenzie pulled into the parking lot of a diner. Grabbing her notepad, pen, and purse, she walked inside. Serious thinking required brain food. In this instance, brain food was pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sweet tea.
She created two columns in her notebook. Her options and benefits would be neatly laid out on paper before she headed out again.
A chronic list-maker, Mackenzie knew she would probably rewrite her list numerous times before she was finished. Glancing at her watch, she knew Fergal would be awake.
She listened to his ringtone. He had changed it since she talked to him last. She wasn't a fan of Rancid. Only knowing this particular song because it was his absolute favorite.
She was disappointed when it went to voicemail. She left a quick message. She needed to get back on the road. She wanted to avoid heavy traffic in Atlanta, if possible.
If she made it in time, she would get to Fergal's apartment about the time he got home from taping NXT.
She had wanted to drive during the night and see him wrestle, but Fergal didn't like the thought of her alone on the long stretches of interstate. Where you could drive for miles without seeing anything but trees and asphalt.
He promised she would get to see him wrestle plenty during her two week vacation.
Fergal stepped out of the shower. Water running down his face into his eyes. He had overslept this morning. Not a common occurrence and he was in a rush.
He was due at the Performance Center in 30 minutes and with Orlando traffic, it would take most of that time just to get there.
He dried off and neatly hung the towel across the shower rod. Mentally reminding himself to clear some counter and drawer space for Mackenzie later.
He grabbed the first t-shirt he could find. Sami pulled up and laid on the horn. He hated that stupid horn. It was the most irritating sound in the world.
Noticing the blinking blue light on his phone, he saw the missed call and voicemail notifications.
He would call Mackenzie when he got out of morning class. He didn't want to rush their conversation. He also preferred privacy. Somethings were not meant to be public.
After what felt like a week, Mackenzie finally arrived in Orlando. Early enough that she considered stopping by Full Sail and watching the rest of the show. She had an hour to kill before he would be free to leave.
The more she thought about it, the better it sounded. She wanted to feel his arms wrapped around her. Rubbing the muscles in her back back to life.
She pulled into a Mcdonalds. She needed to freshen up. Her hair was a mess. Wind blown and she wanted to put on makeup.
Fergal might think she was gorgeous without makeup but it felt nice to dress up for him.
She changed into a cute dress. Long enough to be decent, short enough to inspire indecent thoughts. She brushed out her hair and put on makeup.
Looking at her reflection, she felt sexy. Time to rock her man's world.
Fergal was talking over his match with Tyson when he felt it. He knew before he even turned around. Mackenzie was here.
The room seemed to fade away as he turned towards the doorway. His eyes rounded as he took in the tight, short dress that hugged every single curve on her body.
Her long legs seemed even longer. Her hair brushed against her breast as she walked towards him. Her hips swaying, hypnotizing him.
She ran her hands up his sweaty chest and purred in his ear.
He was rock hard. Not even able to hide how aroused he was. Not caring about the spectators in the room, he pulled her tight against him and kissed her. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Swallowing her moans of pleasure.
Running his hand down her back, pulling her tightly against his erection. He was so close to peeling her dress off and fucking her right here.
"Hey Ferg, your up?"
Hearing Adrian's voice, he released his hold on Mackenzie. He could hear the chuckling around the room. He knew he was going to get ribbed for weeks.
Mackenzie buried her face against his shoulder. Her face felt like it was on fire. While she thoroughly enjoyed his amorous greeting, she was embarrassed by the growing crowd.
"Did you hear me? I said you're up?"
Needing to get even with Fergal for embarrassing her, Mackenzie looked at his crotch and then at Adrian.
"He certainly is."
Sami and Adrian burst out laughing at her innuendo. Fergal winked at her. Kissing her temple as he rushed towards the ring.
Once her stomach settled and she felt steady on her feet, she walked to the gorilla position. Peeking out of the curtain. Nattie stood beside her watching her husband in the ring.
"He's changed lately. You know, Fergal is always happy. But since he met you, he's been happier. He sings all the time. It's been wonderful watching him fall in love."
Mackenzie was touched by Nattie's words. She had never really thought about how their relationship had impacted his life. Sure, she knew Fergal made everything better just by being there to listen to her. When he told her he loved her, she felt invincible.
"He's the most important person in my life. I can't imagine not loving him."
They cheered and commented on the match while discussing everything. Mackenzie knew she had just made a lifelong friend.
After the match, Fergal pulled her into his arms. Resting his forehead against hers. Simply inhaling her scent. He was exhausted. He had wrestled in four different matches tonight.
"Let's go home baby."
Grabbing his bags, they walked out of the arena hand in hand. She picked up some subs and drinks on the way home.
Too exhausted by their long days to do more than collapse on his couch propped against each and eat.
Feeling revived, Mackenzie ran her fingers along his neck. Playing with his hair. She knew he was exhausted but it had been months since his hands had been on her.
Fergal captured her hand in his. Kissing her palm.
"I'm sweaty. Let me shower first."
Mackenzie straddled his lap. Kissing his jaw, neck, and then his collarbone.
"I could join you. I could use a shower."
Fergal groaned as he pulled her tight against him.
"Lass, you're killing me."
Smirking, she ran her tongue up his neck. Nibbling on his jugular and jawline.
"I'll make it better baby. Just come up stairs with me."
Pulling him off the couch, she led him upstairs. Undressing as they went. Leaving a telling trail behind them.
Fergal pushed her up against the wall. He was so entranced by her body. He kissed her as he teased her nipples. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Using the wall for leverage, she pushed up until she could feel his cock pressing against her entrance.
"Baby I don't have a condom on me."
"Bedroom now."
Wrapping his arms around her, he carried her to his bedroom. Grabbing a condom as she bounced against him. Wasting no time with foreplay, he rolled it down him and guided himself to her entrance.
Glancing up, he slammed into her. She groaned and she pushed down against him. Letting him bury himself deep inside her.
Her voice was husky with passion. "Hard and fast."
Fergal growled at her command. Slamming into her again and again as she rotated her hips. Making his eyes roll back in his head. She was playing dirty. Biting and clawing at him. Digging her feet into his ass. The force of his thrusts slammed her against the wall.
With an unintelligible cry, she collapsed against his shoulder. Seemingly drained of all her energy.
Carrying her to his bed, he laid her in the center. Now he could worship her body as he had planned. Making love to her. Sliding in and out. Watching her chest rise and fall as she slept.
He felt his balls tighten up before he finally came.
He leaned down next to her ear and whispered in the Gaelic he learned as a child "I love you". Before he went to shower.
Ten minutes later, he crawled into the bed, pulling her against him, wrapping around her before falling asleep.
