DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.
***A/N – Consider yourself warned! This chapter is graphic!***
Erin was the kind of woman that would have looked good in a paper sack. After arriving at Nattie's room Stephen was pretty sure Erin would have looked like a runway model no matter what she wore. Her style was edgy and modern. She looked like she could have stepped right out of at least a dozen different magazines. Standing framed in doorway, Erin returned his steady gaze. She smiled up at him as she stepped into the hall. She was wearing the tightest jeans he'd ever seen on a human being. The thin white shirt slipped of her left shoulder exposing the bright pink tank top underneath. Once again she was wearing the sexiest pair of heels he'd ever seen. As he watched Erin walk slightly ahead of him he realized just how much trouble he was in. The slight sway of her lips only drew his attention to her perfectly round derrière. It dawned on him that he until he met Erin he had never truly appreciated the regal beauty of a woman's rear end. Until Erin he'd never realized how much he liked a lass with long, shapely legs. He stepped onto the elevator after Erin and smiled as she slipped her much smaller hand into his. He gave her a reassuring squeeze as the doors closed.
Erin was too excited to stand still as they waited in line at The Staples Center. The crowd was thick as they slowly snaked across the parking lot. Stephen was practically glued to her. He was one hell of a bodyguard. He followed her every movement, moving when she did, keeping her safely guarded from the more rambunctious people milling around. Even though they were in the middle of a sea of people, Erin was incredibly aware of Stephen. She could feel his warmth seeping into her. Every once in a while he would casually touch her. Just the soft brush of his fingertips across her skin made her feel a little lightheaded. Even Nattie noticed Stephen's protectiveness. She took a step backward and linked her arm through Erin's.
"He's been staring at your ass for the last ten minutes." Nattie said in a low voice.
Erin turned toward Stephen and sure enough, his green eyes were locked on her. Nattie dissolved in a fit of giggles as he slowly looked up. A bright blush crept into his cheeks. He knew he'd been caught staring. Erin joined in the fit of giggles then turned her back to Stephen. Glancing over her shoulder Erin saw that Stephen was now looking straight ahead.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally moved into the building. TJ lead them to their seats. He took the inside seat and allowed the girls to sit in the middle. Stephen claimed the aisle seat and settled in next to Erin. Their seats were incredible, exactly center stage and a mere five rows back. They were practically close enough to touch him. Chris Daughtry knew how to put on the concert of a lifetime. He gave the audience 110%. Erin was surprised that he played all of her favorite songs. What really impressed her was Daughtry's heartfelt rendition of "Home." The emotion of the song swept her away. By the end of the song, she was leaning against Stephen. His arm was wrapped around her waist, hugging her against his side.
The evening turned out to be so wonderful that Erin hated to see it end. It took nearly two hours to make their way out of the parking lot. She sat beside Stephen in the backseat of the SUV. His arm was draped over the back of the seat. With a small sigh Erin leaned against him. She rested her head against the curve of his shoulder. He gently kissed the top of her head as he settled back into the soft leather seat. He rested his chin on the top of her head as she rested against him. Stephen was quiet on the way back to the hotel. He was content to simply hold her. TJ pulled into the parking lot of the Hyatt. He and Nattie strolled arm in arm along the sidewalk to the front of the building. Erin and Stephen followed, leaving enough distance between them for the illusion of privacy. Stephen watched the other couple disappear into the lobby. He pulled Erin toward the shadow cast by a towering palm tree. He leaned against the rough tree trunk as Erin stood before him. She stared up at him, her hazel eyes shining with happiness.
"Tonight was great." Erin said. She reached out to Stephen and laced her fingers through his.
"Indeed, love."
Erin took a deep breath as she looked up at him. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She didn't want the evening to end. Neither did he. He reached for her and pulled her close. Her slight weight settled against him as he wrapped his arms around her. Her small hand toyed with the buttons of his black pin-striped shirt. He captured her hand. His long fingers wrapped around hers. Leaning down he rubbed his cheek against hers. His soft facial hair tickled her sensitive skin.
"I wish tonight would never end." Erin said softly as Stephen continued to nuzzle her.
"It doesn't have to." Stephen pulled away slightly and looked into her eyes.
"What do you want to do?"
"Ah'm hungry." Stephen said softly. He watched the play of emotions flicker over her face.
"Do you want to get something to eat? We can find a place that's still open"
Stephen shook his head slowly. He could see the confusion beginning to flicker in her eyes.
"Then what do you want?"
Stephen laughed softly. The sound was low and deep. He pulled Erin closer and leaned down to whisper, "Ah wan' something sweet."
Her breath caught in her throat. His meaning washed over her like a wave. Although she didn't have a great deal of experience with men, she wasn't completely naïve. She knew what he was hinting at. She also knew that she was not strong enough to deny him what he wanted. What they both wanted. She pulled away from him slightly and looked into his green eyes, "Ice Cream?"
Once again Stephen shook his head. He made a soft sound in the back of his throat. Erin thought it sounded like a soft growl. She shivered, the thrill of anticipation going through her. Unable to look him in the eyes, she looked away.
"Yah can say no, Erin."
Oh God. Why did he have to be so damn chivalrous? He was willing to let her make the decision. He was making his intentions very clear. He was making no illusions about exactly what he hoped would transpire between them. What was she supposed to say? What was the right answer? She could think of at least half a dozen reasons to say no. The first reason being they barely knew each other. The second reason was that John would kill both of them when he found out. And he would find out. Hopefully later rather than sooner. But as she looked into Stephen's eyes she knew the decision had already been made. Randy's words came back to her. When are you going to learn to fight for what you want? Maybe Randy was right, maybe it was time for her to start taking what she wanted. Maybe it was time she grabbed fate with both hands. Erin took a small step away from Stephen. She took his hand and looked toward the building. With a shy smile she lead the way to the elevators.
Stephen closed the door behind them and clicked the lock into place. He turned and leaned against the door. Quietly he studied Erin. She was amazingly beautiful. He had to hand it to her, Erin definitely had a sense of style. She knew what looked good on her and knew how to work it to her advantage. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Erin felt Stephen's green eyes staring at her. She shifted uncomfortably as she looked around. The room was eerily quiet. The only sound was her slightly erratic breathing. Reaching for her he pulled her tightly against him. Kissing down the column of her throat, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She made a soft sound as his lips moved downward to her exposed shoulder. He continued exploring her with his lips. He rubbed her back in slow circles. Her body began to relax by slow degrees. By the time he kissed all the way down to her fingertips she was letting him absorb her weight.
"Are you going to keep your promise?" Erin asked softly as she pulled away. She watched Stephen carefully nibble his way back up her arm.
"What promise was that, love?" His kisses moved up her shoulder and along the curve of her neck.
"Don't you remember?" Erin asked softly.
"Aye, love, Ah do." Ever so gently he nibbled on the lobe of her ear. "How could Ah forget? It's all Ah can think about."
Erin couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through her. God, his lips were incredible. His teasing kisses were slowly driving her insane. It was so hard to breathe with him so close. Thinking was impossible. Instinct took over, guiding her fingers to the buttons of his shirt. She quickly freed them and parted the two halves. She sucked in a quick breath as his warm skin was revealed. His bulging muscles and alabaster skin reminded her of a statue. He was true perfection. Shoving the material over his broad shoulders Erin sighed softly. God, he was just so perfect. Erin let the shirt fall to the floor in a puddle. Her fingers resumes their careful exploration.
Stephen sucked in a quick breath as Erin's nimble little fingers stroked over his heated flesh. He couldn't remember the last time a woman's touch had excited him as much. There was something in the gentle caressing that aroused him. He felt a surge of masculine pride flow through him. Now he truly had an idea of what his ancient brethern must have felt. They were a dominant race, warrior blood ran through their veins. They were the protectors, the power of the realm. But they were also a group of bonded males that valued their women. Without his female, a warrior was incomplete. She held a connection with the earth and all living creatures. A warrior could obtain that connection only through joining with his mate. She was his vessel, his life line. Only through her would have find the strength necessary to defend their home. Now he would show Erin exactly what it meant to be loved by a warrior.
The first rule he wanted to teach her about Celtic warriors was that no male of worth would demand satisfaction without first giving it. He kissed her roughly, his hands pushing into the soft silk of her hair. His lips moved over hers, tasting her, absorbing her unique flavor. His tongue mated with hers, a slow duel. Stephen kissed her until they were both breathless. Stephen stared down at Erin, his green eyes locked with her hazels. He saw the desire in her eyes. She didn't make a sound of protest as he quickly worked her thin white shirt over her shoulders. He dropped her shirt on top of his. He reached for her, sliding his hands under the hem of the pink tank top. It soon joined the growing pile of discarded garments.
As Erin watched her top fall to the floor she felt overwhelmingly shy. Stephen's heated emerald gaze was boring straight through her. The urge to hide was too strong. Before she was able to cover herself by crossing her arms over her chest, Stephen's strong yet gentle hands captured hers. He placed them on his chest then reached for her again. With one hand he anchored her to him, with the other he traced the smooth curve of her hip.
"Yah're in control, Erin."
Her bones turned to Jell-O at the sound of his voice. It was low and rough, his words thickly accented. She shivered as his hand continued stroking her from hip to thigh and back again. After what seemed like an eternity his hands moved to unbuckle her belt. With a practiced ease he quickly unbuttoned her pants and worked the zipper down. Sliding his hands inside the waist he pushed the material down to pool on the floor. She stood shyly before him as he knelt at her feet. He looked up the length of her body. He stared in wonder at the lightly tanned skin covered only in a lacy pink bra and matching panty. Just the sight of her made his mouth water. He leaned forward to press kisses along the smooth plane of her stomach. His fingers trailed over her hip only to catch on the thin strings of her panties. He gave a gentle tug and watched the material slide down her long shapely legs. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat. He stared at Erin in wonder. She was laid bare before him, her skin as incredibly smooth as the day she was born.
Erin was beginning to think maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Stephen stared at her in silent wonder. His soft, pink lips parted as he looked at her. She took a step back, one elegant hand moving to shield herself from his gaze. Stephen leaned forward with a growl, capturing her slender hips in his hands. He roughly pulled her towards him. His fingers sank into her silky skin to hold her in place. The first liquid kiss against her womanhood made her gasp. Stephen began exploring her, his fingers carefully tracing her damp folds. He said something she didn't understand. Oh shit! He's speaking Gaelic again. Erin's legs would no longer support he weight. Stephen quickly rose and gathered Erin against him. He whispered something against her ear before backing her toward the bed. He pushed her down to sit on the edge before returning to kneel between her thighs. She gasped in pleasure and surprise as Stephen pressed a hot kiss over the heart of her. The first stroke of his tongue over her most intimate place stole her breath. She'd never felt anything like that before. He was an expert and knew exactly how to touch her. The combination of his long, talented fingers and incredible kisses were stealing her breath. She felt like a flower that was beginning to bloom. He was opening her, caressing her, showing her what it meant to be alive.
Never in his life had he tasted anything as intoxicating as Erin. Her sweet silkiness was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Her hot, earthy flavor made him crave even more. He loved her with his mouth, his steady licks eliciting a keening cry. He growled in encouragement when she tightened around his questing finger. She was getting close. He could tell it in the way she tried to hold herself still. Her hands slid into his hair, holding him precisely where she needed him most. Using his shoulder, he parted her thighs even more. He made a sound of approval as she draped her slender leg over his shoulder. He knew he was where he wanted to be. Nowhere else in the world would give him the sense of peace filling him. Hungrily he continued tasting her, driving her beyond the edge of reason. Stephen knew the instant her pleasure consumed her. She arched against him. Her small hands locked into his hair. She screamed his name. Stephen continued stroking her as the last waves of pleasure tumbled over her. She collapsed weakly against the bed.
The world stopped spinning as Erin stared at the ceiling. Her body felt completely liquid. Her muscles quivered slightly. Never in her entire life had she experienced something as incredible as being with Stephen. He was a demanding lover, greedy and pushing her beyond all limits. As she lay there panting she knew nothing would ever be the same again. Stephen's face drifted before her line of vision. She didn't hear him as he uncurled from the floor. He leaned over her then captured her lips with his. She could taste herself in his kiss. Her sweet flavor was balanced by the sharp tang of his desire. Stephen pulled away slowly to press his back against the headboard. His elegant fingers moved to the fly of his jeans. He freed the button and slid the zipper down. He motioned for Erin to come closer. She obeyed without question. Slowly she turned over onto her hands and knees and crawled to him. He pulled her close between his thighs and let her rest against his chest.
"Are yah sure yah wan' this, Erin?"
She didn't trust herself to answer. She nodded as she bit into the soft plumpness of her bottom lip. Stephen watched as her hand moved to his open fly. She didn't move to expose him. She simply touched him through the barrier of his jeans.
"Ah have to warn yah. This may not be easy for yah." Stephen said softly. He always hated this part. He had a very difficult time explaining his particular problem to his lovers. Most women reacted with a combination of fear and curiosity. He hoped Erin wouldn't find herself unable to see their passion through to the end.
Sensing his hesitation, Erin looked at Stephen. She saw the worry etched into his eyes and in the sudden rigid set of his broad shoulders. He throat worked slightly as he tried to speak.
"What's wrong?"
Closing his eyes he felt the words leave him in a rush, "Ah'm big, Erin. Verra big."
Erin smiled slightly as she looked at Stephen. "Of course you are. I mean, look at you."
Stephen's eyes opened slowly and he looked at her. "No, Erin. Here." he took her hand and pressed it harder against his aching cock. His voice was very low and deep, "Ah'm verra big here."
The meaning of his words hit her like a ton of bricks. Just how big could he be? With a bravery she really didn't feel Erin peeled apart the two halves of his fly. She plucked at the waistband of his boxers and pulled them out of the way. She stared in absolute shock at his exposed length. Oh. My. God. Erin shook her head as she looked down at him. Never in all her days had she dreamed a man would be blessed with a package like this! Stephen was beyond big. He was absolutely huge! Shaking her head as she stared at him, Erin realized that she was looking at the impossible. No way in hell would she ever be able to make him feel the amazing pleasure she found with him. It wasn't so much that he was longer than she could could take. Stephen's cock was incredibly wide. The tip was a blunt plum shaped knob.
Seeing the look in Erin's eyes was more than he could take. Once again he was going to spend the night alone, wishing he had more to keep him company than his hand. Erin was staring at him, disbelief shining in her beautiful hazel eyes. He reached between them and roughly pulled his boxers back into place. Unable to look at her, he tried to move away. "Ah'm sorry, love. Ah'll take you back to Nattie."
The small hand wrapping around his bicep startled him. He hadn't expected her to reach out for him.
"Stephen?" The way she said his name made his chest ache.
He knew he shouldn't but he looked at her over his shoulder.
"Teach me."
Her words were like a shot to the gut. It sucked all the air out of him. He looked into her eyes and saw nothing but honest desire. He still saw the remains of her disbelief but she truly wanted him.
"Are yah sure? Ah understand ..."
She silence him with a kiss. She kissed him deeply, once again tasting herself on his lips. Pulling away slowly she looked at him. "Teach me."
How could he deny her? Unlike most women, she hadn't run screaming at the sight of him. That was a point in her favor. She was willing to confront her fear. Returning to his place against the headboard he watched Erin settle between his heavy thighs. His hand moved to his waistband again. His eyes were locked on hers as he slowly pulled the material away from his heated length. Erin stared in wonder. He wasn't as big as before, but he was fucking huge. Nervously she licked her lips as she stared at him. Stephen's hand moved to caress her cheek, his thumb brushed over her bottom lip. He watched as her dark head lowered toward him. He sucked in a deep breath as she nuzzled him against her cheek. The silky caress made him shiver. With a tentative finger she traced the length of him. From root to tip and back again. It wasn't the length that scared her, it was the width. She knew she wouldn't be able to wrap her hand completely around him. Once again Erin shook her head. God, what a man!
Stephen saw the disbelief return to Erin's eyes. Instead of turning away this time his hand moved to this cock. Maybe it would be better for her if she didn't have the entire length of him exposed. Wrapping one hand around the base, he motioned Erin closer. She obeyed immediately, settling onto her hip as she stretched forward.
"Taste me." he instructed softly.
With a questioning glance she looked up at him. He watched as her lips slowly parted and her delicate pink tongue flicked over the head of him. Fuck! Stephen's breath hissed out as he watched Erin continue laving him with her tongue. The velvety caress was pure magic. She licked from his tip to his fingers and back up. She repeated the motion over and over. It was almost more than he could bear. Sliding his hand into her hair, Stephen pulled her closer.
"Oscailte do bhéal, aingeal ." Open your mouth, angel.
Although Erin didn't understand the words, she knew exactly what he was asking of her. She licked him one last time before taking him in. She took as much as she could before stopping. She held him in the wet cave of her mouth. She held still as she let herself became accustomed to the taste and texture of him. She hadn't expected his flavor to be slightly salty yet sweet. She swallowed hard and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. "More."
Stephen's hand tightened in her hair as she swallowed again. He held her in place as she swallowed him once, twice and again. The sensation was exquisite. It was almost more than he could take. Using the hand that was buried in her hair to guide her, he showed her how to move. Erin was an adept student. In less than a minute she learned his rhythm. She figured out how to suckle while bobbing over his enormous crown. She took him as deeply as she dared and flicked her tongue over him. She was rewarded with a throaty moan. Stephen watched as Erin took more of him. He was amazed at her skill. For an innocent lass she certainly knew how to bring a man to his knees. Each stroke of her tongue across his throbbing crown brought him closer to the edge. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Erin groaned in protest as Stephen pulled out of her suckling heat. She watched in utter fascination as he began to stroke. His cock disappeared into his hand only to reappear a moment later. She'd never seen anything more beautiful in her entire life. She roughly pulled his hand away from and replaced it with her own.
Stephen growled something under his breath as he gripped her hand and showed her how to touch him. He guided her hand up his length and back again. Harder. And harder. And harder still until Stephen exploded with a shout. Erin stared in amazement as hot liquid pearls spilled from Stephen. She startled as a scalding drop landed on her bottom lip. Without thinking she licked it away. Ecstasy she thought as his flavored explored in her mouth. Stephen kept moving them until he was spent. He collapsed weakly against the headboard as his hand fell to his side. He was gasping for breath, unable to move. Stephen could only stare at Erin as she slowly released him. She traced through the pool of his sticky release with a finger. He felt his cock twitch in pleasure as she brought her finger to her lips and licked. Heaven Stephen thought as Erin licked at her fingertip. She looked as contented as a kitten with a bowl of cream. He half expected her to begin purring. Erin whimpered in protest as Stephen reached for the sheet. Quickly he wiped away the cooling drops then reached for Erin.
Carefully tucking her arm against her, Stephen pulled her against his side. His heart was hammering in his chest as she snuggled against him. She hid a smile by burying her face in the curve of his shoulder. With her free hand she hugged him. Stephen rubbed her back in small circles until he felt her relax against him. After what had passed between them, he knew for certain there would be nothing in heaven or hell that would separate them. Erin was the only woman he wanted. He would have her at any cost. Even if that meant he had to take on the world and everyone in it.
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