Chapter 12

Candice woke up alone in her bed, the blankets covering her body up to her chin, thanks to Jeff making sure she was comfortable. She let out a moan as she did the morning stretch in her bed, reaching her hands up to the headboard and grabbing onto the top and making sure every muscle in her body was being pulled to the limits. Effortlessly, she fell back onto the bed with a sigh, then a roll of her eyes when she saw what time it was: 3:13 in the afternoon. Everyone else would be awake and running around the house to get ready for their co-workers coming over for the pre-drinks before they head to the club because it was Randy's birthday...but that thought brought a coy smile to her face.

With her housecoat around her body, she made her way out of her guestroom, going upstairs to the kitchen, only to find Randy by himself at the table reading the newspaper. "Hey birthday boy," she whispered, walking over to him and running her hand up his bare chest. "Where is everyone?"

Randy wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap, planting kisses all along her neck. " Ness and John are grocery shopping, then going out for lunch," he mumbled, his hand making it's way down her nightgown. "And Jeff went for a walk with Lillian..." he groped her breast harshly, making a gasp escape from her pout lips. "It's been a while, you and I," he whispered, his fingers tweaking the sensitive buds on her chest. "We should make up for lost times."

A grin appeared on her face as she tipped his face towards hers and their lips connected, eagerly. Slickly, his hands moved up to her shoulders and removed the satin material from her skin, letting it fall to the ground as he took in the image in front of him: Candice Michelle, with her breast out of her nightgown, sitting on his lap and making him hard. She could feel the erection begin against her bare thighs as he hiked up her nightie higher, until the straps dropped off of her shoulders and through her arms, making the red material look like nothing more than a belt around her waist. "Take it off," he said with a grin, holding her hand as she got off of his lap and did a turn for him. The nightgown fell off with ease and landed in a puddle around her feet, which she easily stepped out of while Randy continued to watch her. She looked down at him, so relaxed with his hands propped behind his head in a chilled manner and his legs spread apart, just enough room for her to stand between. With a smile, her manicured finger nail trailed down his chest and to the waist band of his boxers, which she snapped back against his flat stomach, still smiling. The elevated area in his underwear was clearly obvious, and Candice got down on her knees and began taking the boxers off, keeping her eyes on the man in front of her.

Swiftly, she tossed them aside and ran her hands up his bare thighs, licking her lips when she saw him make eye contact with her. She grabbed him gently, using her hand to stroke up and down slowly, teasing him and making him wait. Her nails walked up to his abs before she took him in her mouth fully, her nose touching his base. Randy let out a groan as he reached down and tucked the strands of hair behind her ear while he watched her move on him, her tongue so wet and pressed against his shaft like she had done so many times before. "Candy," he groaned, his hand pushing against the back of her head to make her go further. His body started to tingle, and he could tell he was going to lose it soon. Reluctantly, he pulled her head off of him, watching as she liked her lips again and moved up, still keeping his erection in her hand.

With a swing of her hips, she stood up and placed her hands against the wall beside her, turning her back to him and keeping her legs open. Standing up from his chair he walked behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, bring her to his chest forcefully. His lips crashed against hers and she let out a whimper from the position she was in, her body not used to being twisted like that. Pushing her back to the wall, he stroked himself before he entered her, drawing it out for as long as he could. When he was in completely, he leaned forward and bit her shoulder, not caring about the mark it would leave later because he knew she could think of an excuse if Jeff asked her about it. She groaned as his hands gripped onto her hips and he started his thrusts at the speed he wanted, making her fevering in anticipation as she felt her legs begin to wobble. His name left her lips as he spun her around and forced her onto the glass breakfast table on her back, throwing her legs over his hips as he began to invade her again, not caring about her asking him to stop. Randy bit her ankle as he threw it up on shoulder, reaching even deeper into her and she called out in pleasure. Her hands cupped her breast as her breaths became quicker and she could feel herself reaching her peek and his thighs began to slap against hers at a rapid pace. Letting his hands let go of her ankles, he reached down and grabbed her wrist, holding them above her head until they both climaxed, letting out one last grunt as their screams in the empty house echoed in the kitchen, each others name hardly audible once their rush came down.

He collapsed on top of her, his lips instantly going to her collarbone where he nibbled at every piece of flesh that was available to him, her trademark breathless laugh starting to take over her body. "Oh my," she whispered, still laying on the table, moving her arm to knock off the newspaper. "That...that was..."

Pulling her up and sitting down in the previous chair, she sat on his lap again, and she could feel him go hard inside of her. Slightly fidgeting at the feeling, Randy gave her a wink as he kissed along her ear, whispering, "I'm not done."

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"So, I'm going to make the cake, and then when everyone starts coming over, I'll hang out with the girls for a bit, and then go get ready," Ness explained to John, taking the groceries out of the trunk of his car. "What are you and the guys planning on doing?"

John shrugged his shoulders, grabbing the beer from the backseat. "We'll see what Randy wants to do. Probably football or whatever, we have enough guys coming for even teams, so that'd be fun..."

"That'd be a shame if like, some of the guys have to take their shirts off," Ness said as she closed to car door with her foot, trying to balance all the bags she had in her hand. "Epically...what's his name? Long hair, six pack, Johnny...Mars?"

"Morrison," he corrected her. "And you're staying away from all of them, because you have Randy. Besides, if you even think about corrupting another one of my friends, I'm kicking you out of the house." Getting the keys from his pocket, John opened the front door slowly, trying to make sure the case of beer stayed in his hand. Finally kicking the door open, he walked in and took his shoes off, making sure Ness was right behind him.

"What if I don't drink tonight? Then can I at least pet his hair?" she asked jokingly, taking her shoes off and following John into the kitchen. When John put the beer down and turned around, he grabbed a hold onto Ness's shoulders and turned her as well, directing her downstairs. "John, what the hell?" she shoved him out of her way, placing all of the groceries bags in his arm and charged up the stairs. "I'm allowed in the kitchen!"

" Ness, stop." Letting out a sigh, she stopped half way up the steps and looked at her brother, waiting for him to continue. "Don't. Please," he begged. "Look, you can talk to the guys, you can pet them and hug them and whatever you want, but please, just don't go in the kitchen."

Rolling her eyes, she walked up the remaining steps and made her ways towards the kitchen, stopping at the same spot John did. Her breathing became shallow as the tears formed in her eyes, making her vision become blurry. She couldn't speak, or yell at Randy, something she wanted to do right then. But with how fast he was moving and the determination on his face, Ness knew he was almost done...but she couldn't move. She couldn't charge into the kitchen and grab Candice by her hair, yanking her off of Randy and then kick her so hard in the ribs that each and every one of them would break. It didn't matter that it was Candice, she would've done it to any woman that was with him, what bugged her the most was that he did it so carelessly and so bluntly.

John put his hand on her shoulder, which she jerked away from, finally able to move and ran up the stairs to the first open door. Closing it behind her, she leaned against it for support and looked up, seeing Lillian laying in bed reading. "Hey," she greeted her smaller friend. "Need to talk?"

It has been a week since Lillian had her outburst, and Ness hadn't spoken to her since. Putting her book down, she waited for Ness to make the move, to deicide if she wanted to talk or not. With a shaky sigh, she moved from the door and climbed under the covers, resting her head on Lillian's shoulder. "I love him," she whispered, letting the first tear finally fall.

Pressing her lips together, the singer wrapped her arms around Ness, holding her while she sobbed into the oversized hoodie that she was wearing. She stroked her hair and rocked her gently while she cried, only giving John the smallest smile when he showed up at the door, before he decided to turn and leave.

Walking back down the stairs, John stopped in the kitchen again, finding Randy by himself in his boxers, standing by the fridge with the door open. Taking this as his chance, John approached him and slammed him against the closest wall, holding the larger man by his throat. "You're done," he seethed, letting go of his hold when Randy began to fight back. "I want you and my sister to break off anything you have between you guys. Now."

Randy pushed John out of his way, rubbing the spot on his throat that he had grabbed moments ago. "No," he challenged, standing up straight to try and intimidate the smaller man. "Your sister and I..."

"Are done. If you don't break up with her, then I'll make her break up with you. That's it." With a smirk, Randy walked away, giving John one last cocky shove before he went upstairs and found Ness with Lillian, cuddling together in the same bed and whispering. Ness was finally smiling and giggling with what Lillian was saying, and from how she was moving her hands he could tell it was a story that she was exaggerating just a little bit.

Hating to interrupt, he knocked on the door quietly and allowed himself in. "Nessa?" he asked, watching her as she wiped away tears. "Can we talk?"

Lillian gave her a kiss on top of her head as she let go of her grip for Ness to move, but she stayed in her spot. "I don't want to," she whispered.

Randy nodded his head and sat on the bed, putting her hand in his. "Whenever you're ready," he mumbled against her knuckles, kissing all of them before he let go and left the room.

The few steps that it took to get to his room were longer than he had wanted, possibly because he walked slower than he usually would in hopes of Ness catching up to him and jumping on his back like she normally would. Instead, he was alone. Alone in the hallway, and alone in his room, except for the wrapped present that laid on his bed.

In blue wrapping paper, there was a small card in the middle of the red ribbon that went around the large gift, simply reading Happy Birthday. He could tell it was her handwriting, everything was so loopy but tidy, it was a recognizable signature Ness had. Tearing off the wrapping paper, he grinned when the gift was open, seeing a sketch of her on her bed, naked, and vulnerable. He traced the outline of her face and down to where the blanket was that covered her lower half, admiring how the artist took in every wrinkle the blanket had. Looking around the room, he pondered on where to put it, and that's when he noticed Jeff's initials at the right hand side of the picture, dated only nine days ago.

Cringing, he found an outfit for the night and hung it up on the door of his closet, making sure he would remember to see it after his shower.

If it weren't for the doorbell ringing of the guest arriving, Randy would have never got the image of Ness laughing around Jeff, being happy and content when he wasn't around. He had noticed the two of them were dangerously close when they first started their stay, but something recently happened between them, and she kept the information from him. When she woke him up that night, so needy and self-centered about her own needs, he knew something was different about her...

And he put the entire blame on Jeff Hardy.