That night, I woke to someone knocking at my door. "Coming." I called, as
I threw open the door. "You coming out, or are you gonna sleep the night
away?" Jeff asked. "Gimme twenty minutes." I said. "Okay, meet us in the
lobby." Jeff replied. I showered quickly and dressed in black denim shorts
and a black half top with the word Angel on it. After drying my hair, I
finally went down to meet Matt and Jeff in the lobby. Mark, Glenn, Amy,
and Trish were with them. "Hey, sleepyhead." Mark teased. "Sorry." I
mumbled, blushing as we walked out the door.
"Ride with me?" Mark asked. I nodded and got on the back of his bike. We took off first, with everyone else following us. When we pulled up, I let go of him and got off the bike. He followed me into the bar and sat down at a table. Matt, Jeff, Glenn, Amy, and Trish joined us. "So, you're Matt and Jeff's little sister, huh?" Amy asked. "Yeah." I replied, as Glenn handed me a beer. "Thank you." I said, smiling up at him. "That's cool. You kind of look like them." Amy replied. "She looks like our mother." Matt said. "Speaking of which, have you talked to Mom?" Jeff asked. "No, not lately. I should call her." I replied. "What about Dad? Have you talked to him?" I asked. "No, but I bet he'd love to see you. Maybe when we get some time off, we'll take you out to see him." Matt said. "That'd be great. I miss him." I replied.
An hour later, I felt myself getting a little tipsy and decided to call it a night. "I'm gonna go." I said, getting up. "I'll give you a lift." Mark said, standing with me. "You don't have to leave because of me. I can walk back." I replied. "Hell no. I ain't letting you walk back." He said. "Thanks, Mark." Matt said. "No problem. See you guys later." He said, as he led me out of the bar. I got on his bike and held on to him again, as the alcohol really started to hit me. When we got back to the hotel, he put his arm around me and led me to the elevators. "I think you had one too many." He commented. I laughed and shrugged. "I don't drink a whole lot." I replied. "It shows." He commented, as we stepped off the elevator.
When we got to my room, He opened the door for me and waited for me to go in. "Come in for a bit." I said, pulling him into the room. "You sure you don't wanna go to sleep?" He asked. "Nah, I'm not tired. I've been sleeping all day." I replied, as I pulled him down onto the couch. "You're feisty when you drink." He commented. "Not only when I drink." I said, laughing a little. I turned the television on and flipped through the channels. "Nothing to watch." I mumbled. "We don't have to watch television to have a good time." He commented. "No? What could we possibly do?" I asked, wondering what he had in mind.
"How about a little of this?" He asked, as he lowered his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly. "I could definitely use a little of that." I said, when he stopped. "Then get over here and get some." He said, pulling me into his lap. I looked up at him and smiled as he kissed me again. When I felt his hand slip under my shirt, I moaned softly into his mouth. "So, my brother was right." He said. "Right about what?" I asked, a little confused by the statement. "He said that you liked me, but I didn't believe him." Mark explained. "I guess I'll just have to prove it." I said, as I got up. I started unbuttoning his jeans and kept my eyes on his face while I did.
"You know, you don't even know how old I am." He commented. "I don't care either." I said. "So, the fact that I just turned forty doesn't bother you?" He asked. "Hell no. You don't look a day over twenty five." I said. "Liar." He grunted, laughing at my response. "Does it bother you that I'm only twenty one?" I asked. He shook his head no and started removing my clothes. "Have you ever done this before?" He asked. Suddenly, I felt like I had been put on the spot. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so direct, but I'd like to know so that I don't hurt you." He explained. "No." I said, unable to look at him. He cupped my chin and forced me to look up at him. "Don't be ashamed about it. It takes a strong woman to hold out for so long." He said. I nodded and kissed him again, while taking his clothes off.
When we had removed all of our clothes, he led me into my bedroom and guided me down onto the bed. "Just lay back and relax. I'm gonna teach you a few things." He said, while smirking at me. I laid there on the bed, enjoying the way he was making me feel, as I ran my hands through his hair. The alcohol I'd had earlier, intensified the way my body reacted to his touch and I found myself eager to touch him too. Seeing that I wanted him this way, he laid beside me and guided my hand down to his hardness, guiding me as I stroked him.
A few minutes later, he stopped me and knelt over me. Then he kissed me as he eased himself into me, taking it slowly, to bring me as little pain as possible. When he was about halfway inside of me, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me roughly as he forced his way inside of me. I cried out from the pain this caused, but he had his mouth on mine, so it came out as a whimper. "Are you alright?" he asked me, when he felt my body relax a little. I nodded and urged him to continue. Slowly he started to move, until he saw that I was comfortable. He moved faster when he heard me moaning softly. Slowly, we both brought eachother over the edge. When he'd stopped moving, he held me in his arms and kissed me softly. Neither one of us spoke as we drifted to sleep in eachother's arms that night.
A week later, we were in Chicago and it was a Monday night. Mark and I had just arrived at the arena and were headed to his dressing room, hand in hand, when I heard Matt calling me. "Hey, Matt. What's up?" I asked. "I was about to ask you the same thing." He said, looking from me to Mark. Mark put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. "I'm dating your little sister. Got a problem with that, Hardy?" Mark asked. "I don't know. You're a little old for her." Matt commented. "Matt, he's not too old for me. I'm twenty-one and I can make my own decisions." I said. "Well, you just make sure you treat my sister right." Matt said. "No problem. I'd never hurt Liz. She's an angel." Mark said, kissing the top of my head.
That night, I wrestled Stacy Keibler in a bra and panties match and won. Mark came down to the ring during that match, because King was the special guest referee and he said something about Jerry getting too carried away. I didn't pay much attention until Jerry told me I had nice puppies. I looked at him like he'd lost his mind, until he pointed to my chest. Upon seeing this, Mark came up behind me and slid his arms around me. "Trying to flirt with her?" Mark asked Jerry, who was suddenly blushing while shaking his head no. Mark nodded and led me out of the ring without even giving Stacy Keibler a second thought.
"Ride with me?" Mark asked. I nodded and got on the back of his bike. We took off first, with everyone else following us. When we pulled up, I let go of him and got off the bike. He followed me into the bar and sat down at a table. Matt, Jeff, Glenn, Amy, and Trish joined us. "So, you're Matt and Jeff's little sister, huh?" Amy asked. "Yeah." I replied, as Glenn handed me a beer. "Thank you." I said, smiling up at him. "That's cool. You kind of look like them." Amy replied. "She looks like our mother." Matt said. "Speaking of which, have you talked to Mom?" Jeff asked. "No, not lately. I should call her." I replied. "What about Dad? Have you talked to him?" I asked. "No, but I bet he'd love to see you. Maybe when we get some time off, we'll take you out to see him." Matt said. "That'd be great. I miss him." I replied.
An hour later, I felt myself getting a little tipsy and decided to call it a night. "I'm gonna go." I said, getting up. "I'll give you a lift." Mark said, standing with me. "You don't have to leave because of me. I can walk back." I replied. "Hell no. I ain't letting you walk back." He said. "Thanks, Mark." Matt said. "No problem. See you guys later." He said, as he led me out of the bar. I got on his bike and held on to him again, as the alcohol really started to hit me. When we got back to the hotel, he put his arm around me and led me to the elevators. "I think you had one too many." He commented. I laughed and shrugged. "I don't drink a whole lot." I replied. "It shows." He commented, as we stepped off the elevator.
When we got to my room, He opened the door for me and waited for me to go in. "Come in for a bit." I said, pulling him into the room. "You sure you don't wanna go to sleep?" He asked. "Nah, I'm not tired. I've been sleeping all day." I replied, as I pulled him down onto the couch. "You're feisty when you drink." He commented. "Not only when I drink." I said, laughing a little. I turned the television on and flipped through the channels. "Nothing to watch." I mumbled. "We don't have to watch television to have a good time." He commented. "No? What could we possibly do?" I asked, wondering what he had in mind.
"How about a little of this?" He asked, as he lowered his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly. "I could definitely use a little of that." I said, when he stopped. "Then get over here and get some." He said, pulling me into his lap. I looked up at him and smiled as he kissed me again. When I felt his hand slip under my shirt, I moaned softly into his mouth. "So, my brother was right." He said. "Right about what?" I asked, a little confused by the statement. "He said that you liked me, but I didn't believe him." Mark explained. "I guess I'll just have to prove it." I said, as I got up. I started unbuttoning his jeans and kept my eyes on his face while I did.
"You know, you don't even know how old I am." He commented. "I don't care either." I said. "So, the fact that I just turned forty doesn't bother you?" He asked. "Hell no. You don't look a day over twenty five." I said. "Liar." He grunted, laughing at my response. "Does it bother you that I'm only twenty one?" I asked. He shook his head no and started removing my clothes. "Have you ever done this before?" He asked. Suddenly, I felt like I had been put on the spot. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so direct, but I'd like to know so that I don't hurt you." He explained. "No." I said, unable to look at him. He cupped my chin and forced me to look up at him. "Don't be ashamed about it. It takes a strong woman to hold out for so long." He said. I nodded and kissed him again, while taking his clothes off.
When we had removed all of our clothes, he led me into my bedroom and guided me down onto the bed. "Just lay back and relax. I'm gonna teach you a few things." He said, while smirking at me. I laid there on the bed, enjoying the way he was making me feel, as I ran my hands through his hair. The alcohol I'd had earlier, intensified the way my body reacted to his touch and I found myself eager to touch him too. Seeing that I wanted him this way, he laid beside me and guided my hand down to his hardness, guiding me as I stroked him.
A few minutes later, he stopped me and knelt over me. Then he kissed me as he eased himself into me, taking it slowly, to bring me as little pain as possible. When he was about halfway inside of me, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me roughly as he forced his way inside of me. I cried out from the pain this caused, but he had his mouth on mine, so it came out as a whimper. "Are you alright?" he asked me, when he felt my body relax a little. I nodded and urged him to continue. Slowly he started to move, until he saw that I was comfortable. He moved faster when he heard me moaning softly. Slowly, we both brought eachother over the edge. When he'd stopped moving, he held me in his arms and kissed me softly. Neither one of us spoke as we drifted to sleep in eachother's arms that night.
A week later, we were in Chicago and it was a Monday night. Mark and I had just arrived at the arena and were headed to his dressing room, hand in hand, when I heard Matt calling me. "Hey, Matt. What's up?" I asked. "I was about to ask you the same thing." He said, looking from me to Mark. Mark put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. "I'm dating your little sister. Got a problem with that, Hardy?" Mark asked. "I don't know. You're a little old for her." Matt commented. "Matt, he's not too old for me. I'm twenty-one and I can make my own decisions." I said. "Well, you just make sure you treat my sister right." Matt said. "No problem. I'd never hurt Liz. She's an angel." Mark said, kissing the top of my head.
That night, I wrestled Stacy Keibler in a bra and panties match and won. Mark came down to the ring during that match, because King was the special guest referee and he said something about Jerry getting too carried away. I didn't pay much attention until Jerry told me I had nice puppies. I looked at him like he'd lost his mind, until he pointed to my chest. Upon seeing this, Mark came up behind me and slid his arms around me. "Trying to flirt with her?" Mark asked Jerry, who was suddenly blushing while shaking his head no. Mark nodded and led me out of the ring without even giving Stacy Keibler a second thought.