Chapter 27

She sat up a little, leaning her head on her propped elbow and raised a brow at him. "Do you really think I'd have this incredible night with you, incredible sex, and pretend it never happened? Oh, my sexy Scotsman, I assure you, I'm not going to do that." Truthfully, Tressa had no idea what she wanted from Andrew because this came out of left field. All of this was unexpected, and she didn't really have time to mull anything over. "How this plays out, for me, is I won't be intimidated by you anymore at the arenas. I'll talk to you whenever you want me to and not brush you off like I've been doing. And here's the most important part, so I want you to pay attention, Andrew," She paused, tracing his goatee with her fingertip. "I plan on fucking you again, spending the night with you again, and sharing some more Scottish whiskey with you again." Bottom line, Tressa wanted to spend more time with him and see where it went because, as far as she was concerned, her and Jon were done. "I just want someone to have fun with, no strings, no commitment, no pressure for a relationship. That's what I'm looking for."

"Friends with benefits." He summarized, nodding to show he understood.

To be fair, he wasn't exactly looking to jump into a relationship with anyone right now. His career was starting to take off, a lot better than his last go-round for sure. Not to mention, Tressa would need time to get through her grief. He could do that, be her friend and then be a guy she slept with, without strings. And it wasn't like he was stepping on toes, they had already talked about that. Though…his brows furrowed as an unpleasant thought came to fruition.

"Is this going to be a problem with Ambrose?"

She shrugged, not really caring what Jon thought because it wasn't his business. "He ruined what we had with feelings. I told him from the beginning what this was, and he just HAD to…" Sitting up all the way, Tressa furrowed her own brows while wringing her hands together, frowning. "I love him. NOT in the romantic way, but I do love him. He's my best friend – or was. I warned him this would ruin our friendship and he didn't believe me. He said to give him a chance, to let him help me and he did…for a while. And last night, he told me how he felt, I told him how I felt and…we clashed." Tressa touched her the spot on her shoulder, pursing her lips tightly together. "Being with you tonight makes me feel free, Andrew. I haven't felt this free, this light, this…content…in a long time." Her eyes met his as he sat up with her, once again towering over her and it was comforting. "You surprised me tonight…and I don't want this feeling to go away."

"Well, Tres, just so we're on the same page," He was reaching past her for his tumbler and the bottle, filling it halfway full before taking a sip. Drew then offered it to her, his buzz long gone by now and the small amount in that glass wasn't going to do anything to either of them. He'd bank she was a heavy drinker and he knew he could hold his own with the best of them. "I'm not looking to tie you down, or jump into a relationship with you." Not right now, anyone with a brain could see the woman was still mourning. She was better than she had been months ago, but still grieving. "Be your friend, and your lover, however…" Because they were not all mutual concepts.

Tressa took a sip from his tumbler, feeling the biggest relief crash over her at his words and nodded up at him, handing the drink back to him. "We're definitely on the same page, Andrew." She assured him, waiting for him to set the drink back on the nightstand and snuggled against him again, her head resting on his chest to hear his heartbeat and her leg over his. "Friends with benefits sounds great." Yawning, Tressa could already feel the adrenaline flooding out of her and closed her eyes, feeling his fingers glide through her hair gently.

If he wanted to put her to sleep, he was doing a fantastic job of doing so.

Drew had no idea what had gone wrong with this arrangement between her and Ambrose other than the guy had promised things he couldn't stick to. Everyone backstage had known Jon had a crush on the seamstress, it had been a bit obvious. Hell, if the knucklehead had just been patient and bided his time, there was a chance that one day Tressa would have come around and returned those feelings. Jon's loss was his gain, however, he doubted this would have happened if not for the other man being a total and utter fool. He began humming under his breath while caressing her hair, smiling when he felt her shifting against him and brushed his lips against her forehead. When her breathing evened out, letting him know she was asleep, he let the sound lull him off as well.

A soft growl in her ear and a cock inside of her woke Tressa up the following morning, gently rocking in and out of her body. Lips danced across her neck and shoulder and a strong arm tightened around her midsection. It felt incredible and it also took Tressa a couple seconds to realize who she was in bed with. It wasn't Jon. Everything that happened the previous night with Drew was reality. Her hand reached up to bury in his hair as she began pushing back against him, meeting him for every slow, powerful thrust and moaned at how good it felt.

Morning sex with a sexy Scotsman – she could definitely get used to this.

"Mmm, Andrew…"

"Morning, lass," He rumbled in her ear, his hand moving down to her hip, guiding her back against him.

Drew had woken up to a beautiful, pert ass nestled right against his dick and like any other normal, sane man, had decided to NOT deal with morning wood the traditional way. There would be no morning shower or jack off session, especially when he had this delicious morsel in his bed. Obviously, Tressa didn't mind, he could feel her drenching his cock as she moved with him. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her, both of them groaning at the loss of contact, though he remedied it quick enough. He pulled her up onto him, lifting her enough to slide back into her receptive body and slowly lowered her back down, letting her feel every bit of him.

"Now ride me."

"With pleasure, honey." Tressa purred in response, smiling down at him and began gyrating her hips, rolling them, once again getting lost in the moment. Her hands caressed his chest, his shoulders and arms, going slow at first to get a feel, a rhythm. Drew didn't seem to mind as she began bouncing on and off his cock, her head lulling back, eyes closing and used his chest for leverage. "Fuck, oh fuck…"

This was the perfect way to be woken up after the incredible night they had together. She hissed out, feeling his strong hands reach up to fondle her bouncing breasts and her fingers slid through her own hair, gripping it, increasing the pace. He let her control the rhythm of this dance, knowing after last night's pounding, she was probably pleasantly achy and some leisurely lovemaking would either make it worse later on, or help to relax some areas due to the chemicals and hormones sex released. Beginning to murmur encouragement to her in his husky Gaelic brogue, he tweaked her nipples between finger and thumb, loving the way they bounced with each of her movements, his own hips rolling upwards to meet her.

"That's it," He urged, watching as her face began contorting from the pleasure. "Cum for me, Tressa."

His voice alone sent tremors throughout her body, but actually feeling his cock drive in and out of her, while she rode him, was a feeling unlike any other. "F-Fuck, Andrew…" She panted, feeling her climax building and didn't want this to end yet, shaking her head. She would not cum for him until he was ready to explode with her. "T-Together!" She gasped out, feeling his huge hands grip her hips to keep her from being popped right off of him.

It did not take long and they were both cumming for each other, crying and growling out each other's names in their releases. Drew sat upright, cupping her face to passionately kiss her, stealing what little breath she had left and Tressa wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen it. His cock sputtered inside of her, she could feel it and slowly broke the kiss, their bodies trembling against each other while their eyes locked.

"Well, good morning to you too." She laughed breathlessly, nipping his bottom lip gently with her teeth. That was a hell of a wakeup call!

His laughter joined hers, filling the room with it and when they both tapered off, he nuzzled her neck. "Shower, then breakfast?" He offered, knowing he was definitely going to need to refuel both on liquids and then sustenance, she had drained him of everything.

Not that he would EVER complain, that had been amazing and he was hoping they did continue with this friends with benefits thing, this woman was incredible. Jon was a bloody fool, chasing her off the way he had. Drew hadn't expected that he would be there to sweep up the remains of that blowout, but…here they were.

"Mmm yeah, I'm starving."

She didn't eat dinner the previous night, so her stomach was eating itself by now. Drew lifted her with ease from the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist and Tressa trusted him not to drop her. This man was truly a monster, very tall, and she couldn't believe an inch made that much of a difference since Andrew was 6'5 and Jon was 6'4. After a lusty shower, because Drew couldn't get enough of her, – his exact words – they finally stepped out and dressed, ordering breakfast. They made small talk, anything that came to mind while waiting for their food and then ate in companionable silence. Eventually, Tressa had to leave to go to her own room to get ready for the Royal Rumble that night. She had to go to the arena earlier than the wrestlers since she had a slew of work to get done. Drew wanted to hit the gym for a quick workout and to burn off what they had just consumed for breakfast.

Jon was mentally gearing himself up to talk to Tressa. He had fucked up and he knew it, he had broken their 'deal'. Damn it, love made people stupid - crazy stupid, and he figured she, of all people, would understand that. He was pumping iron, sorting out how he wanted to word all of this, how he wanted to approach her. Jon had made a royal mess of things and he wasn't sure if he would be able to fix it this time.

"Damn it…"

Drew instantly seen him and just bit his tongue. Idiot.

"Tressa, you're smiling, and I'm scared."

Tressa laughed at Suzanne, raising a brow at the woman. "Why is that?"

"Because, well…honey, no offense, but you've been…depressed and…moody, lately." The woman had bitten Tabitha's head off for getting the sequins wrong on Sasha Banks' attire.

"Oh yeah…that. Umm…I'm sorry." Tressa looked over at Tabitha, who hadn't spoken much to her and sighed as she stood up to walk over to the woman. "I am truly sorry for snapping on you that day, Tabby. I have a lot going on right now, but that's no excuse and…I won't do it again." Everybody had bad nights and that had been one of them.

Tabitha looked up at her somewhat timidly and nodded, cracking a hesitant smile. "It was an accident…"

"It's fine. It got fixed and everything is fine. Now stand up, so I can give you a hug. You really need one."

Chuckling, Tabitha stood up and the women embraced, along with Suzanne, the trio of seamstresses sticking together like glue. They were a team; a family and Tressa knew she was in the wrong for the way she treated Tabitha a few weeks ago.

"Now out with it, woman. What's with the sudden change in attitude?" Suzanne demanded, folding her arms in front of her chest. "You look…happy. Did you and Jon work things out?"

The smile deteriorated off her face as Tressa shook her head. "No." Things were worse between her and Jon than ever. "I just woke up in a really great mood today for some reason. I don't know." Hell, she was even wearing a deep blue WWE polo shirt with black leggings instead of all black, like normal.

"Being an asshole again, I take it?"

"No, it's complicated with Jon and I just…I don't wanna talk about it right now." Tressa was in a great mood and didn't want it altered because of that man, not after the incredible night and morning she spent with Drew. "Time to get to work ladies, we can talk later."

They chuckled at her before all sat down to start their projects.

"Good evening to you lovely lassies." Came Drew's amused voice an hour later, his blue eyes sparkling with humor when Suzanne nearly jumped out of her seat. Draped along his forearm was his black kilt and when Tressa turned, he held it up, showing where some of the embellishments had frayed off. He reached into the pocket of his workout pants, pulling out said embellishments. "Anyway this could get fixed?" He asked, knowing this was short notice, but he had only noticed when he had been unpacking his bag. "I dinnae need it tonight." He could make it work for the night.

That man's voice…Tressa had to suppress a shiver of desire and smiled at him, not at all intimidated by his presence like before. Not after last night – that would never happen again. This was the same kilt he wore at the NXT Takeover Wargames pay-per-view event.

"Anything can be fixed, Andrew." This meant a lot to him, she could tell as Tressa carefully took it and placed it on the table with the hanging emblems it came with. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it and I should have it done by next week." Unfortunately, she had A LOT of people in front of him that needed attire done. Damn, he looked so good with his black hair pulled back in a low tail…Tressa had to mentally slap herself to keep from ogling him in front of her coworkers and suddenly remembered she did have something for him. "Oh, here." Digging into the basket, she pulled out the trunks he wanted fixed and handed them over. "I DID get these done for you the other day and just haven't had time to tell you. The rip is all fixed and you shouldn't have a problem from here on out."