12
Monday again.
Shay had a rather…interesting weekend.
She'd managed to avoid any contact with Kane, unsure why exactly she was doing it. She left the house shows early, moving on to the next venue, not staying an extra night where she knew the wrestlers were staying. At the arenas, she kept herself buried in the med room, only venturing out when someone was with her. Or when Kane was wrestling.
She couldn't go without seeing him for long of course. But she managed to keep her distance, only catching glimpses of him. Several times she'd felt as if she were being watched, but there had been no one around. She damned her nerves for making her feel so on edge.
There was a moment, Saturday night, when she'd seen Kane entering his locker room. He looked so…dejected. Shay caught herself as she stepped forward, meaning to go to him. Scared by thatparticular response, she'd taken off in the other direction.
She wasn't afraid of him. She feared what he could do to her. Not that she thought he would physically hurt her. But from her response to him the other night, she couldn't seem to trust her own body anymore. The more time she had to think about it, the more embarrassed she became.
Sunday night she'd been in her hotel room, going through her bag, when she'd found the shirt he'd given her to wear back to her room. It was huge on her. Feeling a moment of weakness, she slipped it on, smelling his scent. She had closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, then laughed at herself. She didn't want to be around him, but was considering tracking him down to see if he'd rip his shirt off of her like…
Shay cleared her thoughts as she walked across the parking lot. It was early, not yet four in the afternoon. The crew had come in early and set up for the show. Although this would be her week to take a few days off, Shay had decided to make up for the night she'd left early by getting some paperwork caught up. Nice boring paperwork. Mind numbing paperwork. It sounded great to her.
She had just turned the corner, humming a tune under her breath when she was roughly grabbed from behind. Shay yelped in pain as her breath was forced from her. She was lifted off her feet and carried into an open locker room door.
The arm around her eased and Shay gasped in ragged breaths. "Put me…" she managed to choke out the two words, but was cut off as she was abruptly dropped to her feet.
She stumbled a little, almost falling, but managing to catch her balance. Turning, she looked up at Kane with no surprise.
"Were you going to ignore me forever?" He asked flatly. His fists were clenched at his sides. He looked extremely pissed off. Shay took a slow breath, feeling it catch a bit in her chest.
"I wasn't…"
"Don't lie to me, Shay," Kane stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Shay backed up, jumping when her butt hit the counter that ran against one wall. She grabbed the edge of it with her hands, trying to steady herself.
"Give me a good reason now." He wasn't asking. He was demanding. Shay bit her lip.
"I…I was just…" She lowered her eyes from his, feeling her face flush. "I didn't know how to handle…the stuff that comes after. I thought that you were done…with…"
"One night is not going to be enough to get you out of my system," Kane had moved until he was standing in front of her, inches away. Shay flinched back at his voice, not looking up at him. She stared instead…at his thighs. Oh boy. Not a good idea. She looked elsewhere. At his chest. No good either. She gave up and just closed her eyes.
"Oh." Once again she proved herself to be a great conversationalist.
Kane said nothing. Shay was getting tired of looking at the backs of her eyelids.
She risked looking up at him. He was staring at the top of her head, eyes dark with anger. Shay started to look away when his hand came up and took her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Unbutton your shirt." His voice was flat, emotionless. Shay opened her mouth to protest and realized her hands had already gone to the top button of the shirt she'd put on that morning. Ok, so he was back to playing whatever game held him fascinated. She complied, albeit reluctantly. When the final button was open, she held the ends of the shirt together, the material clutched in her hands.
Kane let go of her chin, then gripped her shoulders and turned her around, putting her back to him. There was a mirror hanging over the counter. Her eyes met his in the reflection, making her knees feel like buckling. He'd gone from red hot temper to just plain red hot in a matter of seconds.
Kane wrapped his arms around her, pulling her hands away from her shirt. Shay watched their reflection as he pulled it off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them through the filmy satin of her bra. She tried to force herself not to respond, but couldn't help it. She moaned softly and swayed back against him.
Kane ducked his head low, his mouth brushing the skin of her neck. "Do I feel like I'm done with you yet?" He asked, his voice a low rumble. One of his hands slid down her stomach, pushing her ass back into his groin. She could feel his cock, hard and ready, through his jeans. It was a good thing he was holding her up. She grabbed the edge of the counter again, just in case.
Kane stopped toying with her breast and slid his other hand up her chest, her neck, onto her hair. With one tug, he pulled the hairclip loose, sending it to the floor to join her shirt. He raked his fingers through her hair, letting it cascade down her back in dark waves. His hands went back to her breasts, kneading them roughly, his fingers finding her rock hard nipples through the fabric of her bra and tweaking them.
What little resistance she thought she had crumbled. She pressed herself back into his groin again, heat flaring inside her at his murmur of approval. His hands slid away from her breasts, down to the waistband of her jeans, his fingers working the zipper.
Shay shivered at the rasp of metal. She knew there was not going to be any slow lovemaking, not this time. She'd never particularly been one for quickies, but all at once her body seemed to be on fire. She helped him shove her jeans down her legs, pushing her panties with them. One big hand slid down between her thighs, the fingers searching. She tried to open up but her legs were pinned by her jeans. She gasped when his fingers finally slipped through her folds, gliding over her clit, pressing it. Moaning, she bucked her hips against his hand.
His other hand was working the zipper of his own jeans. Shay leaned forward, pressing her palms flat against the counter, giving him room. She watched in the mirror as he finally worked the rough material down his hips, his fingers still toying with her clit, rubbing it dead on, sending shockwaves of heat coursing through her.
Kane pulled his hand away from her, earning a groan of disappointment. hay was more than ready, damn it. A few more seconds and she would have finished in his hand and died happy doing it. Kane grabbed her hips and jerked them back, pressing his hot flesh against her ass, grinding into her.
One of his hands slid up her back, to her neck. He tangled his fist into her hair the pushed her forward, bending her over the counter. He took his cock in his other hand, guiding it between her thighs.
Shay felt the head probing against her, sliding, as Kane used her wetness to lubricate himself. He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing into her folds. Tugging her hair, he pushed forward into her, making her cry out at the feel of him entering her body.
Kane began moving his hips in a steady hard rhythm, rocking back and forth against her. Shay couldn't move, he had her effectively pinned to the counter. She let herself feel his cock as it moved, the skin of his thighs against hers, his hips pressing hard into her ass. She squeezed her legs tighter together, creating more friction for both of them.
Kane picked up his pace. He was all but slamming into her now, going deep, thrusts barely controlled. He slid his hand around her leg and his fingers managed to find her clit again. He was way past the point of any gentleness or playing; he began rubbing in time to his pounding thrusts, pressing against her from both sides.
Shay's body suddenly went rigid under his, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock almost painfully. She slammed her hand over her mouth to hold in a louder moan as her release took over, her head feeling as if it were going to explode from the power of her orgasm.
Kane groaned out her name, his hips digging into her, his cock buried as deep as it would go inside her. As her own climax subsided she felt his begin, felt his cock swell, felt it pump into her. That sensation alone was enough to make her whimper.
Gasping for breath, he finally released her hair, easing his body out of hers. Shay did not move. She wasn't sure her legs would support her. She could hear him moving but did not seem to have the energy to see what he was doing.
She jumped a little when his hands touched her back. She managed to open her eyes and looked at him over her shoulder. He had fixed his clothes and was carrying a towel.
Without a word, he used the towel to clean her off, keeping one big hand on her back, stroking her skin. Shay practically purred. She managed to straighten up so that he could work her jeans back up her hips and button them. Her legs felt watery. She was pretty sure they would be all right though. In a few hours. Maybe more.
"I have a meeting," Kane said. All the heat from their encounter was gone from his voice, but Shay could still see in his eyes that dark lust that made her feel so limp.
"Yes." She could not think of anything else to add to that. She herself had paperwork. Who the hell cared about paperwork? She'd just had her clock cleaned yet again by the man she had spent days successfully avoiding.
"You come to me next time," Kane stared hard at her and Shay nodded. What else could she do? Seemed like telling him 'no' was out of the question. Especially since her body refused to be cooperative about it.
Kane surprised her by leaning down and pressing a brief kiss against her lips. Then he turned and left the locker room. Shay stared at the door for several minutes, then tested her legs. Ok. Walking was manageable. She'd just have to make it through the rest of the night. She half-grinned at the thought. If he kept doing stuff like this to her, she'd be the one who ended up in the med room seeking help.
