Okay folks...here's the chapter you've probably all been waiting for. WARNING: Not appropriate for work environment or children to read over your shoulder.


Chapter 11

Beth turned the corner into chaos. The backstage area teamed with bodies as staff and medical personnel worked on the men. Roman sat on a road case, bottle of Gatorade in hand as one of the paramedics checked him over. He looked exhausted and a little haggard, but otherwise okay.

A trainer was working on Dean's shoulder a few feet away while Doctor Amman and his staff assessed Seth, who lay stretched out on a gurney. She wanted to run to them and wrap her arms around her guys, but running on her ankle wasn't possible yet. So she hurried the best she could and nearly threw herself at Roman as she approached.

"I'm okay," he soothed as he wrapped her in his sweaty embrace.

"He's gonna be fine," the medic confirmed. "He'll probably be a little sore and bruised for a few days, but otherwise fine."

Beth pulled back and cupped his face in her palms. "Thank God," she sighed.

He smiled and she could see the exhaustion in his face. "I was so worried." She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His mouth parted on a sigh and he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

"I'm fine, damn it" Seth's shout of defiance broke her concentration. "I'm not going to any hospital. Now get that fucking light out of my face."

Beth pulled back and turned to look at where Seth now argued with Doctor Amman. She glanced at Roman who raked a hand through his hair. "Can't you do something?"

Roman shook his head. "Seth hates hospitals. Nothing I can say will get him to comply."

"Well then I'll do something." She pushed back from where she stood between Roman's legs and caught sight of his grin. "What?"

"Nothing." He shook his head.

"I thought so," she replied then hobbled to the gurney. She sidled up next to Doctor Amman. "Seth-"

"I'm fine," he cut her off. "There's nothing wrong with me that a little sleep won't fix."

"Really?" she challenged as she noted the glassy look in his eyes. It was the same look Gesse had right before he'd gone berserk and injured her. She held up two fingers. "How many fingers?"

"What?" Seth frowned as he appeared to be focusing on her hand.

"Fingers, Seth. How many fingers am I holding up?"

He paused a moment before he shook his head. "This is ridiculous," he protested as he pushed up from the gurney and swung his legs over the side. "I'm telling you that I'm fine."

Desperate to keep him in place she now moved between his legs, preventing him from jumping down. She reached up and grabbed his face in her hands, holding him still. "You know what?"

"What?" he shot back his tone one of irritation.

"That's exactly what Gesse said before he lost it backstage and tried to attack me."

Seth froze, his eyes widened as her words took root. Good, I have his attention. "You might be fine," she said. "But I'd feel better knowing for sure."

He lifted a hand and grazed a knuckle along her cheek. "I hate hospitals."

"Believe me, I understand. I'm not that fond of them either, but what if there is something wrong and it doesn't show up for a few hours? What if it happens when we're all sleeping?" She sucked in a breath as her emotions began to churn yet again. "W-what if...what if you don't wake up in the morning all because you refused to go to the hospital?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Beth-"

"Please," she cut him off. "I'm asking you, Seth. No, I'm begging you. Please let them take you to the hospital." She leaned in closer. "I know you hate hospitals, but please, if you won't do it for yourself, do it for me."

Silence fell between them as she held his gaze. He appeared to consider her words before he finally bridged the distance and brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. "You'll come get me in the morning?"

She gave him a small smile as she nodded. "Absolutely."

He let out a heavy sigh and nodded. "Okay, I'll go."

"Thank you," she whispered as he eased back into position.

"Anything for you, baby," Seth replied then motioned to the medics. "Okay, let's go."

"More than likely he'll be fine," Doctor Amman assured. "He might have a slight concussion, but I doubt it's much more than that." He placed a hand on Beth's shoulder. "After what happened with Gesse we don't want to take any unnecessary chances. The hospital is more of a precaution that anything, so don't worry, okay?"

Beth nodded as she watched them wheel Seth away. Two arms slid around her waist and she turned her head to find Roman towering behind her. "I'm impressed," he said.

"With what?"

"In all the time I've known Seth, I've never seen him bow to anyone like that." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Nice work."

"So Seth's going to the hospital for evaluation," Punk said from where he stood next to Dean. "I'm taking this one back to my RV for the night." He angled a thumb at Dean and promptly received the brat face complete with stuck out tongue in response. "Nice face, baby," Punk observed, then glanced back at Beth. "So if you can handle Roman, we're good."

Beth looked at Punk then up to Roman who appeared visibly offended by Punk's statement and she smiled. "Oh I think I can handle him just fine."


Beth opened her eyes and immediately turned her attention to the bedside clock, only to discover that it was just a little after four in the morning. So why was she awake? Silence met her question and she rolled over to find the bed empty.

"Roman?" A sudden worry flooded her as she sat up and looked around. Soft light reflected low along the far wall, telling her he was probably in the bathroom. She waited a moment, listening. The soft sound of running water, made her think he was in the shower. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, pushed up and took a tentative step. The full weight on her ankle still hurt, but only a little.

Abandoning her crutch, she hobbled to the bathroom door, listened for a moment before knocking softly. "Roman?" She dared to crack it open a little. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he replied from the shower. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"It's okay," she stepped into the tiny room. "Why are you taking a shower in the middle of the night?"

"My back was tight, making it difficult to sleep. I thought a hot shower might loosen me up."

She took a step toward the curtain and forced herself to stop. God she wanted to take just a little peek. "If you think it would help, I could give you a back rub."

"That would be wonderful," Roman replied. Almost immediately the water turned off and she watch as his hand appeared from around the curtain. He grabbed a towel off the rack. A few moments later he pulled the shower curtain back and Beth's mouth went dry at the sight of a dripping wet Roman, clothed only in white cotton.

Using his hand, he flipped his hair out of his face. "Where do you want me?"

Buried deep inside me? She swallowed audibly and motioned to the other room. "Um...on the bed I guess."

He nodded and walked past her. Beth closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. What did I just get myself into? She grabbed the small bottle of hotel lotion off the counter, turned and walked into the bedroom. Roman lay face down, his big body sprawled out on the bed.

Beth eyed the towel then crawled onto the bed next to him. No matter how much she might want him, right now he needed her help. She squeezed a generous amount of lotion into her palm, set the bottle aside and rubbed her hands together. Slowly she began working around his neck and shoulders.

Roman groaned against the pillow as she rubbed. "That feels amazing." She smiled at his compliment and refocused her efforts. Time ticked by as she gave generous attention to his abused muscles. She noted the dark bruise on his back and made sure to avoid the area, eventually making her way to the small of his back.

She lifted her hands and sat back on her heels as she pondered what to do.

"Why'd you stop?" Roman lifted his head.

"Um..." She motioned to the towel.

He arched a brow. "Oh." He lifted his hips and removed the towel. Oh! My! God! Lust coursed through Beth's system at breakneck speed as she stared down at his perfectly delectable backside. With shaking hands she moved in and began kneading the muscles.

"Oh hell yeah that feels good," he all but growled the words.

Struggling to maintain focus, she continued her way down each of his legs. "Um..." she finally said as she finished with both feet. "If you want to turn over I'll do the rest of your muscles."

At first he didn't move, then he rolled over, and Beth damn near swallowed her tongue. The man was just…beautiful. Starting at his ankles and slowly worked her way up his legs, she fought to keep her focus, but it was a battle she wasn't going to win. Casting a covetous glance at his manhood she found him hard and ready for action.

She desperately wanted to give him that action. Beth rubbed her thumbs over his legs, noted the bruise on his right thigh. She pressed a soft kiss to the injury and didn't miss his quick intake of breath. Flicking her attention up his body she found him propped on one elbow staring down at her.

Knowing he wouldn't make the first move, Beth shifted her body up, placed a second kiss higher on his thigh, then another even higher. Then she watched his face as she gently wrapped her hand around his shaft, amazed at how her fingers didn't quite touch. Even in the dim light of the room she could see his eyes flare with desire and a giddy excitement ran through her from the knowledge that she was the focus of that passion. Keeping her gaze locked with his she took the tip of his magnificent shaft into her mouth and sucked.

Unique flavors danced across her tongue, a mixture of grapefruit and something that was uniquely Roman. He groaned low and deep as his hand cradled the top of her head. She took him deeper, still not quite believing this moment had finally arrived.

For several minutes she continued to work him, doing her best to provide him pleasure, until he finally reached down, scooped her by the arms and pulled her up his body. He growled as he rolled her onto her back. "Damn you're good at that."

"If I'm so good then why did you make me stop?" she challenged.

"Because it's my turn to play." He gathered the hem of her nightshirt and pulled it up over her head, then quickly stripped off her underwear. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I set eyes on you," he said, then mouthed the soft skin of her breast before sucking on a nipple. The gentle tugging sensation sent pleasure coursing through her veins, resulting in a new shot of wetness between her legs.

Beth arched up and speared her fingers through his hair. "Why haven't you before now?" she managed to ask between giant gulps of breath.

He let go of her with a wet pop. "I wanted to, but it had to be your decision."

"It is," she affirmed as her mind slowly reeled out of control.

"Good, because I plan on having my wicked way with you," he replied as he peppered kisses down her belly. "Open your legs, sweetheart."

She did and gasped as he slid a finger between her slick folds. Dear God he felt so good. Roman grinned up at her. "You're awfully wet."

"You make me that way, she replied and was rewarded with a slip of his finger deep into her channel. "Oh, yes," she sighed and her legs fell open a little wider. Beth writhed against the sheets as he worked first one, then two, then three fingers in and out of her body, all the while his thumb stroked up, over and around her sensitive button.

Dizzy with need, her fingers curled into the sheets as she twisted and squirmed. "Roman!" she cried out as her climax barreled over her.

"That's it, Elizabeth, come for me," he encouraged. "You're so damn beautiful when you come."

Pleasure coursed through her as she sucked in big gasping breaths. Before, she'd completely come down, his fingers disappeared and she mewled in protest.

"Easy, sweetheart. No worries because we're far from done." She felt the bed shift beneath her. "Open your eyes, Beth."

She followed his order and looked up at him as his lips turned up in a smile. "Good girl. Now keep them open."

Before she could ask why, he penetrated her and she gasped as her delicate tissues stretched around his girth. Holy hell he felt so big inside her. This was so much better than her dreams ever thought about being. "Yeah, that's it. Eyes on me," he ordered.

Slowly, gently, as if he had all the time in the world, he eased into her body until finally, blissfully he was seated full inside. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Her mind refused to work as her body found pleasure in their joining.

He lowered himself, until he rested on his elbows, his mouth hovering mere inches away from hers. "You feel so damn good, sweetheart."

"So do you." She reached up and cupped his face in her palm. "I'm yours, Roman. Take me."

On a groan, his mouth came down over hers and his body began to move. Like everything he did with her, his early movements were slow, methodical even, but as their passion grew so did his strokes, until he pounded into her with a desperation she felt through her bones.

The fire low in her belly burned out of control, each pump of his body stoking the flames until the inferno engulfed her in one quick burst. She screamed as her body tightened, his name tumbling from her lips on a cry that echoed into the night.

Above her he growled low and deep, his body shuddered and a look of pure bliss claimed his features as he thrust hard one last time and spilled himself into her.