Eyyyyy, I'm back with a new chapter! I want to give a shoutout to my girl JustCherry73 for your review! You may or may not be on the right track with it, lol. I love it and you!
I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE, although I do wish I owned Drew and/or Randy, but alas...I sadly do not. I only own Lucy and the storyline.
Enjoy!
Previously...
Drew POV
"Yeah, goodnight man. I'll see you in the morning," I grunt at Randy, not liking the extra attention he's been giving to Lucy lately. Not to mention his new little pet name for her, but I choose to ignore it…for now…because I know how close they have gotten in the months Lucy has come into our lives.
Lucy tightens her hold on me and burrows herself further into my chest, nuzzling her face into my neck as I walk us back to our chamber. I smile at the action and moments later we are back in the confines of our room and away from everyone else.
Walking to our bed, I gently lay Lucy down on her side of it. When I go to step away, she reaches out a hand, grabbing my hand. "No, stay," Lucy says quietly and I lean down over her.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm just going to my side of the bed," I whisper against her cheek, pressing a chaste kiss there. She nods her head and burrows herself further into the blankets and furs.
Stripping down, I get into bed next to Lucy and she immediately flips over and curls into my side, draping an arm over my stomach. I wrap my arm around Lucy's tiny frame and hold her close, pressing my lips into her hair on the top of her head, "I love you, Lucy," I whisper into the dark.
"Mmm, I love you, Drew," Lucy whispers back and presses a kiss to my chest.
"Go back to sleep baby. I'll be here when you wake up, my love," I tell her quietly and when she doesn't respond right away, I know she's done just that. So, I let myself succumb to sleep.
The following morning, upon waking up, I reach my arm out to Lucy's side of the bed and find it empty and cold. I instantly frown at the lack of her presence. She never leaves the bed before me; she's either still asleep or I'm up before her. Realization hits me and I know exactly where she is. With Randy. My frown turns into a scowl as I get out of bed and get dressed, so I can go find my wife.
As I walk the halls and make it closer to the dining hall, I can hear Lucy's laugh and it's closely followed by Randy's. I growl at seeing their close proximity and the fact that no one around them seems to care.
My eyes zero in on Randy's face buried in Lucy's neck and her uncontrollable giggles at whatever he is doing to her. "Randy, stop. That tickles!" She squeals happily and a stab of hurt and betrayal course through my veins.
I quickly make my way over to them and when Lucy's eyes land on me, they turn from happiness, into fear in less than a second. No doubt from the murderous look on my face. "What in the bloody hell is going on here?" I demand to know, grabbing Randy's shoulder, forcing him to face me. "What the hell are you doing, man?" I spit out at him and the look on his face is anything but thrilled at being manhandled the way he just was.
"I'm not doing anything, Drew. You need to calm down. Now. All I'm doing is having breakfast and fun conversation with Lucy. My friend," Randy spits back, his eyes becoming venomous.
"It sure as hell didn't look like that," I ground out and Randy gets to his feet to stand toe to toe with me.
"Oh, I know you're not serious right now. For the love of christ, tell me you are not serious right now!" Randy bellows out at me, his face turning red as the veins in his neck bulge out and the outburst catches the attention of everyone in the room.
"Drew! Randy! Stop…now! Please," Lucy cries, but her plea falls on deaf ears. Or so I thought.
"It's okay, babygirl. Nothing is going to happen; at least not on my part. I can't say the same for Drew, though," he directs at Lucy before redirecting his words at me, "how many fucking times do I have to tell you. Nothing is going on!," Randy yells, but then lowers his voice so only I can hear him. "You keep this up, you will push her away and into my arms. You know it and I know it. And it won't be because she prefers me over you. It'll be because you can't let the past go. Otherwise, you wouldn't be acting the way you are," he tells me. And I know he's right, which is why I back down.
I growl low in my throat with clenched hands. My eyes grow hard before I turn around and leave the room without a second glance to either Randy or Lucy. "Drew!" I hear Lucy call after me, but I ignore her. I let my pride get the better of me and because of it, I can't be around either of them right now.
But that's short lived. Right after I slam the wooden door shut behind me that leads to the room where I go to think or need to be alone, it reopens, revealing my timid Queen. "Go away, Lucy. Please," I tell her quietly, sitting down on the couch nearest to me. I look up at her and a look of hurt and disbelief crosses her face.
Lucy sighs in quick defeat and nods her head, "very well. If that's what you want," she says quietly and turns to exit the room, but when I go to see her actually leave, I panic.
"No wait, Lucy," I say quickly, getting to my feet and she stops in her tracks, but doesn't turn around to face me. "Lucy, look at me…please," I beg, taking small steps towards her.
Lucy slowly turns around and looks up at me with sad and confused eyes. "Drew, why? Why did you just do that? I don't know who that was back there. That Drew back there wasn't my Drew," she says brokenly and I look down at the floor in shame.
"I don't know, Lucy. I mean, I do, but I can't tell you, why," I reply and she looks up at me with furrowed brows. Looking back up at Lucy, she stares at me like I'm a complete and total stranger. Hell, I might as well be with all the things she doesn't know about me.
"What?" She asks as if my response is ludicrous, which in reality it is. "What do you mean you can't tell me? I'm your wife and queen, Drew. We're partners in everything we do," Lucy says, her tone telling me that she's trying to understand why I'm acting the way I am.
"Because I can't with this, Lucy. It's something I'm not proud of," I tell her, disappointment coating my words.
"Does the way your acting have something to do with Randy?" Lucy asks me and when I don't respond to her question, she knows she has her answer. "You can't be serious, Drew. Randy is my best friend, but you're my husband. Anything that goes on between me and Randy is harmless," she tells me and I look at her with pain in my eyes.
Lucy POV
"Maybe for you it is, Lucy and you may not see it, but I do. I see the way Randy looks at you, Lucy and it's not the way a man is suppose to look at his best friends wife," Drew stresses to me.
Sighing, I walk up to Drew and cup his face with my tiny hands, forcing him to look at me, the look on his face, pensive. "I love you, Drew. You. Let Randy look at me a certain way, because I won't be looking back at him in that way. I only look at you in that way. Like my world begins and ends with you…because it does, Drew. You're my world and my life. I love you, so much. So much, that it hurts. And in the best way possible," I tell him and Drew, cups my face in turn and presses his lips hard against mine in a kiss that has me whimpering.
"I just…it's just…I love you, so much, Lucy and I'd never be able to survive if I ever lost you. Queen or not. My life means nothing without you, baby," Drew rasps out and I grab his wrists, looking up at him with so much love. I make the decision for both of us when a look of desperation fills his eyes.
"Make love to me, Drew. Right now. Bring me back up to our chamber and make love to me like your life depends on it. I want and love you more than anything in this world, Drew and I know you do too; so, I want you to show me. Please," I plead my case and whisper the last word and I know he can see in my eyes that I'm being sincere.
"My sweet, Lucia. What you do to me. You know I could never deny you and I'm not going to start now. Come, my love," Drew whispers, holding his hand out to me, his vulnerability shining through his blue orbs that I love so much.
Letting Drew lead me back to our chamber, the second the door closes behind us, Drew frames my face with his large hands and kisses me as if it's the last time. When Drew pulls back, I look up at him with hazy eyes, "what–what was that for? You've never kissed me like that before," I breathe as my eyes search his face.
"Just the thought of losing you to him, Lucy. It scares me. I know you say you don't, but with the way he looks at you and if I were to fuck up to the point where you can never forgive me. I just fear you'll fall straight into his arms and I can't survive that," Drew tells me and I can hear the genuine fear taint his voice.
I stand on my tip toes and frame Drew's face with my hands and press a hard kiss to his lips. "Go lay down, my love and let me take care of you. Let me show you that I belong to you and you alone," I whisper against his lips, looking up at him through the small space between us.
I grab at the waistband of Drew's kilt and slowly begin to undo it and let the thick heavy material fall to the floor around his feet. Drew doesn't hesitate for a second and removes his tunic that hides his gorgeous hair dusted chest to my hungry and waiting eyes. I whimper quietly as I let my eyes devour the man in front of me. I'll never get use to seeing him like this, no matter how much I do everyday.
I flick my eyes up to look into Drew's and I already find him looking down at me with a mixture of lust, love and still a little bit of uncertainty. "Oh Drew, you seriously have no idea how beautiful you are; inside and out. And you're mine…forever. I'm yours…forever. Whatever it is that makes you think you'll lose me to Randy…please don't think it, because it'll never happen. I fell in love with you, Drew. I married you…not him. Remember that. I belong to you, My King," I whisper and press light delicate kisses to his chest, being sure to pour all of my love into them. "Lay down, baby," I order Drew quietly and he does as I ask.
As Drew lies in the center of the bed, I slowly undress myself, never taking my eyes off of him. I watch as his member becomes hard while he watches each layer of clothing I have on, disappear from my body and hit the floor. "My Queen," Drew rasps out. "Stop teasing me and get over here. You know what you do to me," he growls quietly and I flash him a seductive smirk before sauntering over to the bed.
"Patience, My King. When have I ever let you down?" I purr at Drew, climbing onto the bed and crawl over to him and to his side. When he doesn't respond, I look up at him? "Hmm, My King?" I ask again, leaning down to take his hard member in my hand and lick him from base to tip.
"Ohh, ffffuck," Drew groans quietly, "never, My Queen, never," he rasps out then moans loudly when I take the head of his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around its tip. "God, Lucy," Drew croaks out and thrusts his hips up when I moan around his girth as I sink my mouth further down his erection, taking his entire length into my mouth.
I continue to bob my head up and down, stroking what I can't and I hollow out my cheeks. "Lucy, oh my god. Just like that, my love," Drew rasps out, his hand shooting down to hold my head in place as his large fingers thread through my long strands. Darting my eyes up, I find Drew's closed and his mouth is ajar. I hum in satisfaction, knowing I'm making my husband and king feel good.
That little hum has Drew crying out, rutting his hips upwards, causing me to gag on his length, but I take it because I know I'm making him feel this way. "I'm close, baby. Keep going…just keep…going," he groans out and I increase the suction I have, while the tempo of my strokes stay in sync with my mouth, bringing Drew closer to the edge.
I release Drew's member with a pop and continue to stroke him, "you taste so good, Drew. I'll never get tired of it," I moan quietly and lick his ball sack with the tip of my tongue, taking Drew by surprise and he cries out with a loud moan and curse of my name.
"Fucking hell, Lucy. What are you?" Drew begins to ask and I shut him up when I encase his balls into my warm mouth and gently suck on them, turning Drew into a writhing mess and I know he's about to explode with the way his cock pulses in my hand.
After a few moments, I remove my mouth from his sack and smile innocently up at Drew, "come for me, my love. Come on, Drew. Give me all you have," I rasp out quietly as I stroke him faster and faster, giving him a little squeeze.
"Oh shit, Lucy…Lucy. I'm gonna," Drew groans and I encompass my mouth around his tip once more, sucking deeply and before I can blink, Drew releases in my mouth with a loud cry of my name. Ribbon after ribbon of hot cum shoots down my throat. I keep up my strokes, but gradually slow my hand down as Drew comes back into the room after his powerful orgasm.
Drew pants heavily and I kiss my way back up his body before I am eye to eye with him. "Welcome back, My King," I grin softly…happily down at him and press a gentle kiss to his lips before he can say a word.
"Jesus Christ, Lucy," Drew breathes, "where in the bloody hell did you learn to do that?" He asks, still trying to recover as he grips my hips, keeping me in place.
Crossing my arms over his chest, my grin turns into a smirk and I press a quick kiss to his lips. "I may or may not have had a dream about it the other night and this just seemed like the perfect opportunity to show you and let it come to life," I tell him and Drew returns my smirk.
"I think you're going to act on these dreams more often when you have them," Drew replies once he gets his breathing back under control.
"I think I have to agree with you on that. After all, I can never get enough of you, My King," I say and sit up, flashing Drew a sexy smile. His hold on my hips don't waiver, but it moves with me when I rise onto my knees, grab his member and sink down onto it.
Both of us moan at the feeling of becoming one once more. "My Queen, you never seize to amaze me at how well you take me," Drew groans, rubbing the tops of the thighs with his large warm hands.
"Well," I begin, gripping Drew's shoulders for support, "you are quite large and it still takes me time to adjust to your size," I breathe, looking into his blue eyes that have turned a deep cerulean blue.
Drew flashes me his swoon worthy smirk that I've noticed has all of the female population of the castle become giddy. "You do know how to stroke my ego, my love. I love it," he says, releasing a sultry growl of satisfaction.
I roll my eyes at his cockiness, but lean in to claim his lips with mine and lift my hips up before slamming them down onto Drew's. We both moan and cry out into the kiss, muffling our sounds as I begin to ride him.
