A/N: I'm on a roll, yo! What did you think of the last chapter? Intense, or what? Anyway, I don't own a thing except for Tamara and the plot. Buh. If I owned CM Punk...the things that are going through my mind right now...

Now without further ado, I present to you chapter fourteen of...

Drag Me To Hell

Chapter Fourteen

Phil and Tamara were in her hotel room that night. The redhead had been pacing back and forth for a good forty-five minutes without taking a break and it was really starting to make Phil agitated.

"Tam-Tam, why didn't you tell me that Nick was the one that put that scar on your arm?" Phil asked as he sat on the end of her bed.

"Because it's something that I don't like to talk about, Punk."

Phil snorted. "Well if it hadn't been for Jeff Hardy, then you would've bled half to death in that hallway." Tamara froze in place, yet Phil was unabashed at what he had just said. Tamara slowly turned to look at him. Phil nodded once. "Yeah. I saw you that night when he helped you out." He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "I even remember that very brutal match that Jeff had against Nick the following week. Jeff just wouldn't quit performing his Twist Of Fate or his Swanton Bombs on the obnoxious blonde."

Tamara sighed as she ran her hands through her clean, choppy hair. "Yeah, well, Jeff's brutal victory was in vain."

Phil raised a brow. "What d'you mean?"

Tamara ran her hands over her face and started pacing again, but slower this time. "Uhm...that night after the show, I went out to have a drink by myself. Nothing alcoholic, I was driving back to the hotel." She sighed. "I went to go to the bathroom and someone shoved me in, knocking me to the floor. I turned around and it was Nick. He was reeking of booze and sporting a black eye from Jeff." Tamara's voice cracked as she continued. "Nick got on top of me, ripped my clothes off and..." The redhead drifted off, clapping her face into her hands, not being able to finish her sentence. Her body shook as she started to cry.

Phil got up from the bed and gathered Tamara in his arms. She cried into his chest as Phil stroked her hair. "That fucking bastard...raped you?" The words were like glass cutting his mouth as they came out. He didn't need an answer as Tamara cried harder, muffled into his chest. Phil hugged her harder. "Nothing like that is ever going to happen again." Phil said, firmly. "Not while I'm around."

Tamara wrapped her arms around Phil as she continued to cry.

After a moment, Phil gently tilted the redhead's chin up so he could look at her. Her eyes were red and puffy. Tears had stained her cheeks. "You're beautiful, Tamara." Phil found himself saying. "Why anyone would wanna hurt you is beyond me." Before he knew what he was doing, Phil had dipped down and gently kissed Tamara's plump lips. They stared into each others eyes for a moment before kissing again, this time with more passion. "Tamara..." Phil whispered.

"Please, Punk," Tamara whispered against his lips. "Make love to me. I've never had anyone really love me...I trust you. Please." That's all that Phil needed to hear as he gently picked up Tamara, carried her over to the bed without breaking off the kiss and gently laying her down with himself on top of her.

They started off slow as Phil gently took off Tamara's shirt and unhooking her black bra, revealing her breasts. "You're beautiful." Phil repeated as he trailed kisses down her neck and into her cleavage. Phil kissed her chest all over as he worked his way down to her jeans. He paused, looking up at her making sure that she was still okay. With a loving smile and a nod from the redhead, the male Chicago native unbuttoned her pants and got rid of everything that would get in his way. Phil stared at her for a moment.

She was breathtaking.

Phil stripped himself down before crawling back up to her and putting a gentle kiss on her lips before working his way down. When he reached her pelvis, he needed to ask one more question. "Can I make you feel good?" Tamara nodded. Phil gently lifted her thighs to rest on his broad shoulders, parted her folds with his thumbs and slowly worked his tongue around her slit. A sharp intake of breath from Tamara told him that he was giving her something that she had never had the chance to experience. Phil licked around her folds, causing the redhead to moan with pleasure. He wasn't done yet as he tongued her clit multiple times. Phil continued his gentle assault on Tamara's chamber until she came into his mouth. He swallowed her juices, she was delicious. During all of this, he couldn't help but wonder how anyone could hurt someone like Tamara Owens. When she wasn't acting like her in-ring persona, she was delightful to be around.

Hell she was always delightful to be around. She was funny when she was drunk, she got along with his sister, she knew how to snap a bone and she looked good doing it.

A fire began to burn in his belly as he placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh and worked his way back up to her gorgeous face. She was smiling blissfully as he kissed her on the lips and placed gentle kisses on her eyes. Her eyelashes were soft like feathers on his lips. Phil lowered his mouth to her ear. "You want me to make love to you, now?" he whispered.

"Yes...please." She whispered back.

Phil entered her ever so gently as he steadied his forearms on either side of Tamara. A slow steady rhythm started between them as Phil made actual love to the redhead beneath him. She wrapped her arms around his back as he nestled his head between her neck and shoulder. She smelled so good.

"Faster, Punk." Tamara whispered. Phil did as she asked and began to pump himself a little faster, but not too much. Just enough.

Soon the redhead was moaning with each thrust to her core. Phil was hitting her G-spot like they were old lovers. Phil started to moan as well as they were so close. "Uh...uh...uh...oh god...Phil..." They both climaxed together and Phil collapsed on top of Tamara.

"That's...the first time you've called me by my first name...since we've known each other." Phil said. He kissed her neck once.

"It is..?" Phil nodded into her neck, breathing in her scent again. "Oh..."

"My name sounds good coming out of your mouth, Tamara."

Tamara didn't say anything else and Phil looked at her, thinking that something was wrong. "You okay?"

Tamara nodded, a small smile coming across her face. "I...I love you...Phil."

Phil couldn't believe what he had just heard. He hasn't had anyone tell him those three words since Maria Kanellis. Right now, that seemed like a lifetime ago. All that mattered now was who was right in front of him. He smiled, kissing her eyes gently. "I love you, too, Tamara." He kissed her gently on the lips. "With everything I've got."

A/N: I'm no good at writing sex scenes. Then again, this is the first time I've done it. This is NOT the last chapter. There will be a few more, but I'll leave you with this for now. R&R! Love youse!