"Twenty minutes, Dunne!"
A loud knock reverberated on the door and I froze, capping my hand over my mouth. I dug my toes deep into the leather of the couch and closed my eyes tightly.
Pete angrily raised his head up from between my thighs and ran the back of his hand over his lips.
"I bloody got it!" he snarled out in the direction of the voice.
Everything was silent again. He bent his head back between my legs, starting a slow trail up again.
Fuck that.
"Twenty minutes, Dunne," I reminded him, grabbing his head and pressing his mouth to me.
I felt his hot breath as he growled against my heat.
I slid my black jumpsuit back on and stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the off the shoulder top. Pete came up behind me, dressed in his ring gear, and brushed my hair off my shoulder.
"I gotta go, love," he whispered against my ear.
"Mhm," I nodded, his hot tongue and teeth making their way down the side of my neck.
I ran my hand up, gripping the back of his skull and pulling him closer to me.
"Ten minutes Dunne!"
The same voice interrupted us again and I saw Pete's eyes flare in the mirror reflection as he relinquished my neck.
"Go on," I laughed, pushing him toward the door and out into the hall.
He trudged down to be met by Hunter. The two stood talking in hushed voices.
"Hey."
A cool hand gripped my bare shoulder and I jumped in surprise. Turning my eyes quickly, I realized it was just Mark.
"You scared the hell out of me!" I squealed.
"Sorry," he laughed.
Pete and Hunter both looked up at us but I could tell Pete's eyes were blazing while Hunter's were more annoyed.
An awkward beat of silence passed between us. Mark fidgeted with his hands on his hips.
We hadn't spoke much since NXT contracts were set into motion. I felt guilty because I knew he had developed feelings for me when Pete and I were separated. Once we got back together, he had backed off graciously but even now I could feel that he was attracted to me. He was a great guy. He would make someone a great boyfriend. Hopefully someone here would catch his eye.
"Excited?" I finally broke the quiet.
"Yeah," he grinned from ear to ear "Dream come true, right here."
"It's amazing," I smiled "First Tyler and Trent, now you and Pete. The world will finally see how amazing wrestling is in Britain."
"Overdue," Mark ran his hand over his face nervously.
"Andrews!" Hunter broke us out of our conversation "You're out first. Come on, let's talk!"
"Good luck," I smiled at him supportively.
He tipped his ball cap at me, lightly tapping my shoulder and caught up with Hunter, while Pete walked by him with a snarl.
"I'm fuckin' that hand up tonight," he groaned when he reached me.
"What?" I laughed.
"He couldn't keep it off ya," he growled, casting his eyes toward Mark as he walked with Hunter toward the gorilla.
"Mark isn't a threat. You know that," I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"He doesn't," he gritted his teeth as he ran his hands over my arms "He damn near get's a fuckin' boner every time he's near ya."
"He does not," I laughed, sliding my hands down his chest and resting them on his waist.
"Ya toyin' with me? Before one of the biggest matches of my career?" he growled deeply at me, as my fingers hovered over the top of his pelvis.
"Mhm," I bit my lip and nodded.
"Fuck," he gasped, digging his fingertips into my cheeks and pushing me against the wall.
His tongue pushed against mine and I moaned.
"You're gonna be late," I finally spoke when he came up for air.
"They can wait a little longer," he whispered, as his hand snaked down to massage me through my pants.
"Pete," I shifted, bucking my hips against him.
His teeth dug into my exposed shoulder, his tongue sliding along my skin. I closed my eyes and rocked against his fingers.
"Dunne! Let's go!"
We both jerked our heads to see Hunter rounding the corner.
I stood there breathless and weak. Pete looked back at me with a smirk, popping his mouth guard in, and following Hunter out of sight.
"Grab Andrews an ice pack, will ya?"
I nodded at Regal who was standing near the monitor in the back. I hadn't expected to be the type of employee to fetch something like that but it was only my third day on the job.
I found first aid down the hall and they provided me with a rather large pack for Mark's bruised fingers. I bit my lip nervously as I moved back down to the room he was sitting in. If it hadn't been for me, his fingers would have never been fucked with like that.
"Here," I sighed, taking a rolling chair next to the table he was sitting on.
I gingerly placed the pack on top of his fingers and he winced. It was already starting to swell. Slowly he wrapped his hand around it.
"Sorry," I sighed "It'll help."
"You'd make a very good nurse," he kidded.
I smiled softly at him and looked in a drawer in search of some ibuprofen.
"What do we have 'ere huh?"
My head jerked around to see Pete standing in the doorway. He ripped his mouth guard out and grinned menacingly at Mark.
"Good match out there Andrews," he ran his hand through his hair "Have to do it again real soon. Maybe I'll give you a shot at the title, once I strip it from Tyler."
"As long as you're good on your word," Mark smirked, his fingers starting to bruise around the pack.
Pete moved into the room, grabbing me and sliding me on my rolling seat toward him. His fingers dug into the muscles in my shoulders and started to massage them carefully.
"I'll see you two tomorrow, huh?" Mark glared in Pete's direction, sliding off the table.
I nodded but Pete didn't say a word as he passed by him on the way out.
"You tendin' to his wounds now?" Pete flipped me around to look up at him.
"Regal asked me to get him some ice," I stood up "Just doing my job."
"Maybe Regal needs to be told your job duties do not include nursing the wounded around here," he wrapped his arm roughly around my waist, pulling me tight.
"It's no big deal," I shrugged "I would have done it for anybody."
That almost seemed to infuriate him more but he did his best to hide it.
"You wanna get changed so we can go back to the room?" I slowly ran my fingers up his partly bare chest.
"And why do you wanna do that, love?" he growled against my ear.
My fingers reached his chin and I jerked it toward me.
"I want you to make me moan your name," I ghosted my lips across his, before he reached out and captured my lower lip between his teeth.
I heard him groan against me, his whole body heaving with desire.
"I'll make you scream it," he hissed when our mouths parted.
The minute we opened the door to the back lot, we were met with plenty of screams. More specifically, the screams of girls and young women. A lot of them half dressed in short skirts and low cut tops, heels so high that I would topple over if I wore them. They probably had never even heard of Pete a month ago but now they wanted to tackle him.
Mark and Trent were already mingling with the group, swiping autographs across shirts and pictures.
"Go on," Regal was standing behind us "You have to establish a relationship with the fans."
Pete removed his arm from my waist and walked toward the crowd, which erupted again when they realized the new bad boy, the new 'it' guy, was nearing them.
"Pete, I love you!" one particularly hot girl shouted from the front row of the crowd.
I grimaced, trying to suppress my jealousy.
They're just fans. They help boost his career. Calm yourself.
Except, I knew different. These were the types of girls who he had been with exclusively in the past. Girls who wanted a story to tell their friends, girls who wanted to add him to a list of wrestlers, girls who were so obsessed with him that they were satisfied with one night. The kind of girls he was used to pleasing.
I felt even worse, when another good looking girl, pulled the V-neck of her shirt down, thrusting a sharpie into his hand and asking him to sign her chest.
He won't do that.
I watched as he took the marker and carefully signed along her cleavage.
What the fuck?
"You'll have to get used to it," Regal stood beside me "He's going to be a big star in this business. It comes with the territory."
I shifted uncomfortably next to him as I watched him move down the line, giving an autograph to everyone he passed and the occasional photo.
Mark and Trent came back up to stand with us, picking their cases off the ground.
"He seems to be a hit, now doesn't he?" Mark caught my eyes.
"Yup," I mumbled.
"Don't be so dramatic," Trent ran his hand over the top of my head "We all know Dunne has his sights on you."
They said their goodbyes to Regal. Trent kissed me on the cheek and Mark waved meekly before they walked to their car.
Finally, Pete broke free from the group and walked back over to us.
"See you tomorrow," Regal shook Pete's hand, disappearing back into the Performance Center.
"That was…interesting," I narrowed my eyes at him as we walked to our car.
"What?"
"You signing that girl's chest," I replied gruffly.
"It's all part of the act," he brushed it off "Tha fans love shit like that."
"You're not fuckin Elvis," I huffed and I saw him tense up as he opened the back door.
"Pete!" I screamed, as he flipped me over on the bed and grabbed my hips.
He eased back into me from behind and I gripped the rather flimsy head board to our hotel bed. I could hear him groaning, as he slid in and out of me slowly. I clamped down around him, making it all the more difficult.
"Fuck," he murmured.
He leaned over, his mouth placing open kisses on my back, as his hips slowed into quick, snapping movements.
"That's it," he purred against my back "Cum around my cock, love."
My arms fell from the head board to the sheets and I bundled them in my hands as I felt my muscles contract on his command.
I glanced over my shoulder as he sat back up, his tongue barely peeking out through his lips, as he snapped into me a few more times. His eyes closed tightly and a low growl escaped his mouth as I felt his cum shoot inside of me.
We both dropped to the mattress, gasping for breath in the darkness of our room. As everything stilled into silence, I crawled my way toward him and against his chest.
His hand petted my hair, as the rise and fall of his breathing slowed to a normal pace.
"Pete?" I curled my fingers against his broad shoulder.
"Hm?"
"Do you miss it?"
"Miss what?" he settled against his pillow.
"Do you miss all the women?"
"What kind of a bloody question is that?"
I sat up and flipped on the bedside lamp.
"You're used to having a different woman every night of the week. It's just me now….Those women tonight…"
"Fuck those women," his thumb traced my chin "I told ya. I neva felt nothin' til I met you."
I nodded and suddenly felt embarrassed and insecure for even vocalizing such petty jealousy.
"I know," I whispered 'I'm sorry…I'm being weird…"
He turned off the light and pulled me back toward him.
"It's neva gonna change," he breathed against my cheek.
I nodded against him but inside I had a sinking feeling. NXT wasn't Progress. WWE wasn't the same as where we had been. This was a whole new adventure, a whole new ball game and I hoped that we would be able to withstand the test.
