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Chapter Six
First…

I swear we've had this disagreement before, but this time it's a lot more serious and there's no fixing it like she did with my physical therapist appointment. Ashley and I were facing each other but there's distance separating our tension filled bodies. It's been almost a week since the premier of Pirates of the Caribbean and our relationship with each other has been relaxed and easy. Well, on her part anyway. Everything she does, everything she says, and anything she wears makes me hard as a rock and since I haven't been to a club or bar since meeting her, I'm taking care of my own pleasure. And there's no comparison between my hand and the warm wet pussy of a willing woman. Especially if she's tight and grasping my cock and mil-. I shake my head trying to clear my head. I don't have time for those particular thoughts. Or the patience.

It's early Thursday morning and for the fourth morning in a row; I have a training session with Alabama. And this morning I'm refusing to go. If I have to spend one more hour with that fucking idiot, I just might kill him. His cocky attitude, pushy personality, and too interested in my life questions have pushed me too far and I can not handle another training session this morning. He's probably still healing from yesterday's encounter with 'The Animal'. I beat him to a bloody pulp the day before because of one question that hit too close to home.

*Start Flash Back*

We had been trading hits and jabs for the last hour. It started out as an easy session since he hadn't really opened his mouth to ask a lot of questions. I should have known it wouldn't last long, but one question and I my blood went to boiling. And he didn't stop with that one question either. He continued with his line of questioning until all I was seeing was red. However it started simple and easy enough.

"I saw you last night." He said.

I made a mew sound in my throat and kept up our easy pace. He didn't take my silence as a hint though. No, he continued to talk.

"You were at McDonalds. I didn't take you for a Mickey D's kind of fan."

An opening for me to talk if I ever saw one. I could have told him that I was fond of the childish restaurant, but I wasn't. And I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth. I just thought back to the night before and Ashley's sweet smiles and her sunny disposition. I haven't been able to get her to laugh yet, but I was getting closer. And she was opening up more and more about her interests and hobbies. But she was still closed mouth as hell about her shyness. A fact that I was trying to correct.

We had gone to McDonalds because Lil Bit always has a craving for chicken nuggets, French fries, and a vanilla shake. She loves those three items so much that she never strays off to another menu item or even thinks about going anywhere else. She loves their chicken nuggets and she was hot as hell eating them too. Taking little nibbles here and there, before sipping on her vanilla milkshake. I've never gotten hard watching a woman eat. First time for everything, I guess. But Ashley was always surprising me. Like when she told me she hated chocolate. She only ever ate it, when she was really, really upset. I thought all women were chocolate fiends and had to have it. Not Ashley. She was the exception. But then again, she was the exception with a lot of things. Like the fact that she hates pizza. Who hates pizza? Ashley hates it. Another trait that is just Lil Bit.

"You eat there a lot?" Alabama asks. When I just shrug, he went down another line of questioning.

"Who was the hot babe with ya?" I really try to ignore the question since it immediately pissed me off. Even if I'm not completely sure why. I knew I should just play dumb. I've done it before and I'm sure I can do it again, but I'm not able.

"None of your damn business." I bark at him.

"So the Animal speaks." He taunts. And when I don't respond to that, he back tracks. "She's a hot little thing, Batista. I would sure love to play with her. Have you fucked her yet? Can I have a go at her?"

That's the question that sent me into a pissed off I have never known before. I went to pounding on his hard ass head until blood was pouring out of his nose and mouth. And only when Mark pulled me off did I stop. When I let go of him, Alabama runs off for who the fuck knows where. Mark or the Undertaker as everyone else knows him, releases his hold on me. I take a couple of deep breaths and get my rage under control.

"You okay, Dave?" Mark asks. I give him a noncommittal shrug. He nods and ducks out of the rope. "If you need someone to talk to…" He trails off and I nod. Mark's a good guy and we became friends when I started working for the WWE. If I needed to talk to anybody, I could talk to him and it would remain between the two of us. But right now I couldn't talk. And I do believe that Mark understood that.

I was back at the hotel with Ashley in under an hour. I needed her calm persence more than I wanted to admit. We spent the rest of the night watching movies, eating popcorn, and talking about horror flicks.

*End Flash Back*

I haven't even kissed her yet, but the attraction, the chemistry, it was there. And it was strong. In the past week, I was developing more and more feelings for this little bit of a female that I've never felt before. Not even with my two ex-wives. The funny thing was or maybe it was just down right ironic, but Ashley has no idea the pull she has on me. And I don't think she would want to have this pull either.

"You have to go. Vince won't be happy if you don't." Ashley says calmly; drawing me back to the present.

I shake my head. "I'm not going, Lil Bit. There is nothing you can do or say to change that fact."

"I'm not calling Vince." She says with such determination that I have to admire her for standing up to me.

"Yes you are." I reply with equal resolve. I could call Vince myself and tell him that I'm not training Alabama ever again but then I would have to answer more questions than I wanted to.

"Does this mean you're using another free pass?"

I shake my head. "No it doesn't. I've done what I can with Alabama. He doesn't need any more training."

She shakes her head at me. "I have to check with Vince first. If he agrees than you don't have to go, but if he says Alabama does then you are."

I run my hands over my head and stalk over to her until I'm standing toe to toe with her. Her sweet scent goes up my nose and I fight the urge to yank her into my arms and kiss her until she can't speak. But instead I crouch down until I'm looking into her eyes. Her eyes are wide but fear isn't what I see. I see stubborn and that determination.

If she's not scared of me, than I'm truly fucked. Both of my ex-wives were scared to death of me and I have never raised a hand to any female and I never would. I'm big compared to my exes and they're scared of me. But I'm fucking huge next to Ashley and she doesn't seem to be scared at all. Yeah, I'm fucked..

"I'm not going, Lil Bit. Call Vince and tell him that there has been some type of emergency."

"No. You call him. I'm not going to." She replies with attitude.

"Why?"

She sighs. "Because you need to go. You have to go. It's your job. And it's my job to make sure you go."

I step back and look down at her. "Damn it, Ashley. I'm not going." I practically yell. That's the first time I've raised my voice at her. "Call Vince." I demand.

She doesn't back down. "And if I don't?"

"Then I'll have you fired. You've been nothing but a pain in my ass since day one." I hiss at her.

The words were an empty threat and not even close to the truth, but instantly I regret them. The look on her face is like a knife in my gut. She doesn't say a word to me as she turns and runs out of my hotel room. She's so damn little she's moves faster than I can. She's locked in her hotel room before I barely make it out of mine. I bang on her door and call out to her. I tell her I'm sorry and that I didn't actually mean it, but she never opens the door.

I hop onto the elevator to head towards the front desk. Wearing only a pair of jeans, as it's early morning and I simply forgot to put on a shirt. I flirt with the clerk and get a key to Ashley's room. I haul ass upstairs to Ashley's room. When I get the door unlock, she's on the phone. She throws me a dirty look and presents me her back.

I yank the phone from her fingers and stick it in my own pocket. She hops up from her sitting position on the bed. "Give me my phone." She demands with hands on her hips.

"No. I wanna talk to you."

She glares at me. "Well I'm not talking to you, Mr. Batista."

I grit my teeth. "Aren't you talking to me now?" I tease her with a lopsided grin.

Her chest is heaving and her eyes are flashing. She's hot as hell and my dick is responding. I try to ignore it. "Lil Bit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it."

Hurt flashes in those brown eyes and my gut twists. "Mr. Batista, if would please leave my room I have a few calls to make." She gives me her back in clear dismissal.

"Drop the mister, damn it. And I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." I hate pleading. I hate apologizing to anyone. And now I'm doing both to a female who I haven't even slept with. Two more firsts for me.

She goes to open the door and I reach out with the palm of my hand and push it shut. She's flush against me and my cock is already hard as hell. This full on body contact isn't helping.

I turn her around and push her against the door. When she refuses to look at me, I place a finger under her chin and lift until her eyes meet mine. "Forgive me, Lil Bit. I was angry and pissed off and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have." My voice soft in apology.

Her teeth were grinding together and her eyes were still flashing. But it was hurt flashing and not anger. She swallows and takes a deep breath. "Mr—."

I lean down until I'm right up in her face and our noses touch and she cuts off immediately. "Call me Dave or I'm going to kiss you." I threaten. I want her to defy me. I wanna kiss her. I wanna taste her. Her eyes go wide and she licks her lip. My nostrils flare and my dick throbs harder. Fuck it.

"Fuck it." I hiss before jumping on her.

I slide my hands through her hair, pulling out her ponytail, and I yank her to me. She opens her mouth to protest but I cut her off as I cover her mouth with mine. I groan against her lips then slide my tongue into the moist recess of her mouth. Her flavor explodes on my tongue, and with the first taste of her, I know I'm never going be able to get enough. I slant my mouth over hers again and again. My tongue probes over her teeth, the roof of her mouth, her cheeks, and back to slide along her tongue once more. The sounds she's making, her whimpering in the back of her throat, had my cock pulsing and straining against the seam of my fly.

I continue to ravish her sweet mouth. That's the only thing I can call it. I dip, I plunder, and I delve deeper and deeper in this hot little mouth that I've been craving. Her hands reach up and grip my belt loops and I push myself harder into her. When she's slumps against me with acquiescence, I know I have to pull back. I slowly wind the kiss down until I'm sipping at her lips. I slowly release her hand from my grip as I raise my head, taking in her passion-glazed eyes, her red, swollen lips, and pink cheeks.

"Wh–why did you do that?" She asks once she opens her eyes. Her voice husky and her breathing still harsh.

I groan. "You are such a sexy little thing, Lil Bit." I reply as I slide my fingers from her hair to cup her soft cheeks. "And damn it, I've wanted to for quite a while." I admit.

Her eyes widen and she licks her lips. I'm immediately reminded of how she tasted and how she felt against me. Her small sweet body soft and unyielding against my hard muscular form was pure heaven. I have never felt anything better. And I want more.

Her fingers are still gripping my belt loops and she's still flush against my body. My dick is throbbing for some release, but Ashley's wide eyes stop me from moving any further. I brush my thumbs along her cheeks.

She reaches up to grab my wrists and tugs, but I keep them where I want them. "May—." She cuts off and takes a deep breath. "We shouldn't being doing this." She states.

"Shhh." I tell her; not really hearing her words. I know I should pay attention but her hair is tumbling around my wrists and arms. Those light brown luscious curls are finally free and the only thing I can I think of is that soft silky hair curling around my cock. I keep one hand cupping her cheek as I move my other hand to grab a handful of brown curls. Her brown eyes watch me cautiously, but she doesn't speak. I bury my nose in her curls and inhale. She smells of honeysuckle, melon, and papaya. I don't get the group of smells, but it works on her. She smells delicious. Good enough to eat in fact. I move from her hair to the curve where her shoulder meets her neck and lick. She shudders against me. I smile against her skin and kiss my way to her ear and then to the curve of her cheek. I then nibble my way along her chin and down the column of her throat.

Her breathing is picking up and she slides her hands down to my bare chest. I know I need to stop before I'm not able to, but my cock is throbbing against my jeans and her soft whimpers are making any chances of stopping unbearable. I want closer to her. I want her clothes gone and I want mine gone. I want to bury my dick deep in her wet heat.

I cup her face once more and bring her mouth closer to mine. My head is pounding with inch that closes between us. I lick the seam of her lips and she gasps. I slide my tongue in to once again explore the sweet cavern of her mouth. My head is pounding harder and harder and it's getting louder and louder.

Ashley pushes against my chest and I raise my head to ask what's wrong. It was then I realize the pounding wasn't in my head, but someone pounding on the door.