Adam grinned at Amy and placed one hand on her cheek. They were taking a breather by the bar, though neither of them was drinking. He wanted to get out of there and knew that Amy did as well. She'd just whispered into his ear that she wanted to go back to the hotel and have him all to herself. She promised him a night he'd never forget, though every night with her was unforgettable.
Adam was thinking about what to get Amy for their eight-month anniversary. He wanted to get her the perfect gift. He gazed at her and his heart pounded. He leaned closer to her and said, "Come on, let's get out of here." His grin widened even more.
Amy smiled at him seductively, softly biting her lower lip. She just wanted to get him back to their hotel room and have her way with him. She put her hand in Adam's and followed him to the table across the club where Jay, Trish, Matt, Jeff, Andrew and Stacy were sitting.
"Hey, you guys," Adam said. "See you later...we're gonna split."
"So early?" Jay asked, checking his watch as he held a drink in his right hand. "It's only eleven-thirty. We're off tomorrow, too."
Trish, who was sitting beside him, nudged him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Sorry, Jay...but Amy and I are out of here," Adam said with a laugh. "We're tired." He exchanged glances with Amy, who looked up at him and smiled.
"Sure...sure."
There were knowing smiles all around the table. After everyone said goodnight, the pair left. Amy was surprised there was no one around, as it was still quite early, but the street appeared to be deserted. She was anxious to get to their rental car and just get right back to the hotel, but Adam stopped just outside of the club. Amy gazed up at him inquisitively.
"What?"
Adam instantly pulled her to him, hands practically engulfing her narrow waist, and kissed her hard and passionately, his tongue spiraling around hers. As she responded, kissing him back, he slid his hands up over the sides of her body. His fingertips brushing briefly over the sides of her full breasts made Amy's breath catch in her throat. Adam slid his hands up further to gently cradle her head. He let his fingers slip into the soft hair that was pulled up and back in the ponytail she wore. Adam softly groaned into Amy's mouth while he pressed his body tightly against hers. He was already rock hard. He slid his hands down to her buttocks, cupping them before he finally pulled back.
"I love you," he said, his eyes locked on Amy's.
She smiled and gently bit her lip. "I love you, too."
They stared at each other for a moment. "Now let's go. I want to get back to the hotel as soon as possible."
"So do I," Adam replied, grinning. "You know how badly, too..."
--
Five minutes later, Stephanie looked up from her drink and glanced around the club, realizing that Adam and Amy were gone. Although her heart sank, she was also relieved. As much as she loved looking at Adam, she hated seeing him with Amy, especially when they looked so much in love. Nonetheless, Steph wanted to finish up her drink and get out of there. She felt there was no reason for her to be in this club in the first place. As she turned back to Chris, she noted that he was already finished with his Long Island ice tea. She threw her head back and quickly tossed down her own as if it were a vodka shot.
"Easy there, babe...you don't want to overdo it," Chris said.
It was too late, as she was already finished. The alcohol was swiftly getting to Stephanie, and she felt the remainder of it burning its way down her gullet. She giggled as she gazed at Chris. Yes, with her eyes slightly squinted, and with his long, curly blond hair and blue eyes, she could almost believe he was Adam. She clumsily got up off her chair and went close to him, tugging on his arm.
"Come on," she said, "dance with me, Chris!"
Chris looked her up and down, a slight smirk on his face, and stood up. He took her hand and allowed her to lead him to the dance floor.
Stephanie gazed at him with a big grin on her face as she started dancing quickly to the fast music that was playing. Although she felt slightly dizzy, she managed to keep steady and not fall over. Before she knew what was happening, Chris' hands were on her waist and he pulled her tautly against him. They moved rapidly, chests pressed together and groins achingly close, until they were mock dirty dancing. They stayed that way for a few minutes before Chris took her hand and whipped her out at arm's length, then Steph ran back to him and leapt into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. Since she was wearing a short mini-skirt, her butt was nearly exposed when she did this. Chris expected Stephanie to come to her senses and jump back to her feet a second later, but she didn't. Instead, she clung to him, and he realized her breathing had quickened. Was it just the fast dancing, or was it something else?
As if reading his mind, Stephanie then told him. "I want you, Chris," she said softly. "Take me out of here and just take me."
His eyes fastened onto hers, Chris smiled and felt himself getting hard as she continued to press her groin against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and reluctantly set her back down on her feet. She laughed as he pulled her by the hand toward the door to leave.
As Chris drove them back to the hotel, Stephanie kept her head turned toward the passenger's side window. Her head was nearly spinning and her thoughts were back on Adam and Amy. She wondered what they were doing but then realized she already knew. She closed her eyes and imagined Adam all over her. Instead of Chris bending her naked body over the bed, she saw Adam...
--
Adam and Amy were just at the door to their hotel room, both breathless with anticipation. Adam used his key to open the door, and when they entered, he quickly shut it, and then he was all over Amy. Backing her up against the door, he placed both hands against it on either side of her head and kissed her hard. As she kissed him back, her hands gently playing with his long, soft blond hair, he pressed against her, not allowing even a centimeter to come between their bodies. He moved his lips down to the left side of her neck and she moaned. Amy held him tightly, savoring the feel of his lips, teeth, tongue and hot breath against her skin.
"Oh, God..."
She moved her hands down, underneath his shirt and ran them over his hard pecs and abs. Adam grabbed her right hand and moved it lower, to something even harder. Amy eagerly pulled down the zipper of his khakhis and fondled him. Adam lifted his head from hers, his breathing heavy, and gazed down into her eyes. She kept her eyes locked on his and unbuttoned his pants. Adam leaned down to kiss her lips again, and while she kissed him back, he reached down and yanked her panties down from her hips. Amy moved slightly, allowing them to fall to her ankles, and Adam placed one hand between her legs and rubbed her. She was very wet.
Amy closed her eyes and clung to him. She was so aroused that her need to have Adam inside of her was almost painful. She began pulling his khakhis down, and as he stepped out of them, she pulled at his briefs as well.
"Adam," she moaned. "Need you..."
Adam moved his now moist right hand up with his left under her dress to unhook her bra, then he lifted her dress up over her head, tossing it aside. Amy quickly undid the buttons on his shirt, and he removed it and tossed it with the rest of their garments. Afterward, he lifted her up in his arms, and, her legs wrapping around his waist, he again backed her up against the door, slamming his full length into her.
"Oh, God...Amy..." Adam moaned, closing his eyes. He was afraid he would come too quickly, as he already felt like he was in heaven as he impaled her against the door. In this position, she was so tight.
"Adam, Adam! Keep doing that," she moaned. She threw her head back slightly, brushing it against the door. "Oh, God! Go faster..."
Adam complied with her wishes and thrust faster and harder, causing Amy's head to bang against the door. He felt rotten about that, not wanting to hurt her in any way and slowed down so it wouldn't happen again.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry..."
Amy either didn't seem to mind, or her head banging against the door didn't hurt.
"Don't slow down, honey," she said breathlessly. "Please, Adam," she nearly pleaded. Adam thrust fast and hard again, but he tried to brace her enough so that her head wouldn't hit the door. He wanted to give her only pleasure, no pain of any kind. He succeeded, as a few short minutes later, Amy was nearly overcome by the intensity of her orgasm.
"Oh, God...Adam, I love you!" she cried between gasps. Adam soon followed her, and he pressed her back tightly up against the door as he came, emptying himself into her.
"Amy...Amy!" He had trouble catching his breath as he panted heavily with the intensity of his pleasure. "Oh, God..."
Afterward, he gently set her back on her feet, running his fingers through her red hair, which she'd set loose from its ponytail before they'd gotten back to the hotel. He lowered his face down to hers and touched her nose with his, then kissed her tenderly on the lips. They were both still breathing heavily.
"I love you...My God...that was so amazing," Adam said. He kissed the tip of Amy's nose, then her forehead.
"That it was," Amy said softly with a laugh. "In fact, it may have been the best."
Adam's green eyes sparkled as his face was lit up with a huge white grin.
"Oh, really? Well, I bet I can top even that..." He scooped her up into his arms and kissed her as he carried her to the bed.
--
Chris led Stephanie out of the rental car and into the hotel. She appeared a bit wobbly with her drunkenness, so Chris supported her with an arm around her waist. As they made their way out of the elevator on the fourth floor, Chris began to steer her toward their room, but Steph hesitated.
"What's the matter?"
"N-nothing," she said. "I just want to make a quick stop to the soda machine."
"Here, let me..." Chris began, but Stephanie cut him off.
"No, Chris - you just go back to our room and make yourself comfortable. I'll get my soda and be back before you know it." She smiled and kissed him firmly on the lips, allowing her tongue to circle his lips before exploring the warm moistness of his mouth. Chris kissed her back, then pulled away and smiled at her.
"Okay...see you in a few." He patted her on the backside before heading to their room.
Stephanie walked down the hall to the vending machine and dug into her purse for some change. She came up with three quarters and selected a Schwepp's Ginger Ale, then started walking back. She suddenly came to room 418 and stopped in front of the door, staring at it as if she could see beyond to the inside of the room. This was the one Adam and Amy were sharing. Her eyes dropped to the floor in her sorrow, then when she was about to walk away, she suddenly heard sounds coming from within. A sound very similar to a knock, but she realized that it wasn't a hand that had hit the door, as she suddenly heard Adam's voice.
"Oh, baby...I'm sorry..." And then she heard Amy's voice, and she felt faint.
"Don't slow down, honey...Please, Adam..."
Stephanie parted her lips, eyes widening, and moved closer to the door. She dared to actually press her ear against it, then was shocked as she realized that Adam and Amy were making love up against the opposite side of the door! She could detect their movements and could hear all the sounds of ecstasy they were making.
Stephanie backed away from the door in horror and felt her eyes welling up full of scalding hot tears. She held a hand up to her mouth as she tried to stifle a cry. She stumbled away from room 418 and toward her own, but before she made it there, she sank down to the carpet and wept bitterly. She stayed there for a good full ten minutes.
Chris, who had been wondering what was taking Steph so long to return from the soda machine, opened the door to their room to look for her. He immediately saw her, as she was lying sprawled, face-down, on the floor, a few doors from their room. At first, he thought she must have passed out, in a drunken stupor, but when he approached her, he realized she was softly crying.
Chris sank down to his knees, placing one hand on Stephanie's left shoulder, and the other on her long hair.
"What's wrong, Steph? What's wrong? Tell me..."
Stephanie looked up and met Chris' concerned eyes, a strangled sob escaping her lips. Her tear-stained face felt hot and flushed. She couldn't speak.
"Oh, Steph...what's the matter?" Chris placed one hand under her chin. When she didn't reply, he helped her to stand up. He walked her to their room as she continued to cry. When they were in the room, Chris shut the door and led Stephanie to the bed. She curled up in a fetal position on her right side, her back to him. He climbed in after her and spooned against her, his arm around her. He gently caressed a lock of her dark hair while he questioned her again as to what was wrong. She wouldn't answer him.
After a few minutes, her crying seemed to have eased a bit, and Chris stroked her hair away from her sweaty forehead. "I knew you were going to overdo it with that drink," he said softly.
Stephanie blinked as she realized that Chris thought the reason she was crying was because she had drank too much. Good, she thought, let him think that. She didn't ever want him to know the truth, knowing it would both crush and infuriate him. He would hate her if he knew that she'd been secretly in love with Adam for the past three years.
She turned over onto her back to face Chris. He was leaning over her, gazing at her lovingly, his expression placid while his light blue eyes seemed to shimmer with strange lights. She put her arms around his neck and held him down tightly against her, feeling the tears coming again. She tried to choke them back.
Before she knew what was happening, Chris was kissing the cleavage that her bright pink halter top exposed. Stephanie caught her breath in her throat and kissed him back when he moved his lips to hers. They quickly undressed each other, and Chris kissed her right nipple as he entered her. She gasped and clung to him, her tears threatening to break loose again.
Stephanie kept her eyes squinted, and when she looked at Chris, she envisioned Adam underneath her.
"I...love...you..." she moaned softly, and, though she meant those three words for Adam, it was Chris who heard them and responded to them.
"I love you, too, Stephanie McMahon..."
--
Early in the morning, Stephanie woke up, the sheets on the bed tangled between her legs and feet. She reluctantly opened her eyes and wished she hadn't.
"Oh, God," she moaned softly. Her head felt as if it were being split open by a sledgehammer. She glanced down at herself and realized she was completely naked. On the other side of the bed, Chris lay naked as well. He appeared to be sound asleep.
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed as a sudden, sickening feeling came over her. She tried in vain to rise from the bed and run to the bathroom, but her legs and feet were still tangled in the sheet, and she tumbled in a heap to the floor. The sound of Stephanie's body hitting the floor was like a thud, and it woke Chris. He opened his eyes in time to see her running, naked, to the bathroom.
"Steph? You okay, babe?" She didn't respond. Chris rose from the bed and strode after her. He made it just in time to see her bent over the toilet, purging herself of the previous night's "delights." Chris stood beside her and laid a hand on her back, patting it gently. "Aw, poor baby. You'll feel better soon...I promise."
Stephanie felt awful. She'd never had a hangover before in her life. All she wanted to do was crawl back into the bed and wait for death. Good thing they weren't scheduled to work or travel anywhere today.
