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Chapter forty
Lenny managed to keep her state of mind hidden from Kevin when they got the hotel that night, and they ate a meal together in the hotel restaurant before going back to their room. It wasn't until they were laying in bed that he said anything, and she tensed up slightly.
"Are you okay, sweetiepie? You hardly touched your food," he asked her gently, his hands sweeping over her back as she lay in his big arms.
"I'm okay, I just felt a bit sick today, that's all. I think it was the breakfast," she told him, hoping he'd swallow it.
"You don't normally get sick. You sure you're not coming down with something?" he persisted.
Yes, she thought, a case of Benoit-itis. "No, I'm fine now, but it took my appetite away that's all. I'll be just fine tomorrow. Maybe it's because I'm tired?"
"Well, yeah, I am keeping you awake far too much," he murmured, his chest rumbling as he chuckled. "It's been fun though huh?"
"Lot's of fun," she agreed, relaxing and laughing along with him. She pushed Chris Benoit to the back of her mind, refusing to let him ruin everything. His words were probably just idle threats anyway, so it hardly mattered.
"When you're with Big Sexy, baby, you only get the best."
"That was your best?" she asked incredulously, sighing loudly. "Oh well, it's better than nothing I suppose."
"Oh you're gonna pay for that," he growled in the darkness, and she giggled as his hands grabbed her waist firmly.
"Now, now, don't hurt yourself. After all, at your age..."
"Oh no you don't!" he snorted, pulling her so she was underneath him. "You're just insulting me so I can show you a good time again."
Lenny put her arms around his neck, and studied the features she could barely make out. "Is that a problem?"
He chuckled and then lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, his hips grinding into hers and showing her just how ready he was. "No, darlin', it ain't a problem."
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The next morning Kevin cracked his eyelids open and frowned, seeing the sunlight streaming in the room but not feeling Lenny beside him in her usual spot. He yawned hugely and rubbed his eyes, managing to pull his aching body upright against the headboard. A glance at his watch told him it was gone ten, so where was Lenny? He sat still for a few minutes, waking himself up, and eventually his ears woke up with him. Faint voices could be heard from the living area, and he pulled himself slowly out of bed and stretched before pulling on some boxers and walking out of the bedroom to see who was doing all the talking.
He grinned when he found Lenny and Amy chatting to each other on the sofa, the TV playing softly in the background. "Morning ladies."
"Good morning," Amy said, smiling as she looked at the state of him. His hair was sticking up in unruly spikes and his eyes were still half closed.
"Morning," Lenny said quietly, her smile full of feeling as she watched him grab some coffee and then come and sit next to her. To her eyes he looked deliciously rumpled and sexy, and she couldn't resist grabbing his hand and linking her fingers through his large ones, needing some contact. Her eyes ran over his almost naked body and she felt her mouth start watering.
Kevin eyed Amy's coffee. "Should you be drinking that in your condition?"
"It's decaf," Amy replied, smiling when he frowned into his own coffee cup. "Don't worry, it doesn't taste any different. Well, not this brand at least, but it's better for you."
"If you say so," he grumbled, taking a sip and waiting for it to taste awful. He brightened up when he didn't notice any difference.
"See?" Amy asked, smiling and rolling her eyes. "You're as bad as Mark. He's been moaning for so long now that I buy him his own coffee just so he can have his caffeine fix."
"Where is Mark?" Kevin asked her, relaxing his head back against the sofa and stretching his long legs out in front of him.
"Asleep. He doesn't have anything to do today, so he's getting a well deserved rest. Isn't today your day off too?"
"Yeah, but Vince said I have to have some pictures taken, so I still have to go in," Kevin said, sighing. "Still, it's only for an hour, so I still get most of the day free."
"What time do you have to be there?" Lenny asked.
"Midday," he answered, squeezing her fingers lightly and narrowing his gaze on her eyes when they widened at the feeling. A smile tilted his lips sexily. "I thought you were going to wake me up this morning?"
Lenny felt heat hit her face and she frowned at him. "I was, but you were sleeping so peacefully," she said, hiding the real reason she hadn't woken him up. She had felt so ill when she opened her eyes that she had had to rush to the bathroom where she had only managed a few dry heaves that had hurt her ribs. The way she had felt yesterday was suddenly taking on a whole new meaning and she had called Amy, needing to ask her advice. She was grateful to the other woman for not saying anything.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't have minded," he said, grinning now.
"I bet you wouldn't!"
"I hate to interrupt, but I'm going to go back and wake my husband up so I can have my good morning kiss," Amy cut in, standing up and grinning.
"Okay. Hey, how would you two like to have dinner with us later?" Kevin asked before she left the room.
"We'd like that. We'll catch up with you later and make arrangements," she said, waving and giving Lenny a reassuring smile before she left the room.
"So," Kevin murmured, putting his cup down and reaching for Lenny, pulling her astride his lap. "What should we do with ourselves until I have to be at the arena?"
"There are lots of things I could suggest," she murmured, smiling at him. "However, it's nearly half ten now and you have to get ready and eat breakfast before we go. If you have to be there at midday, then you should get a move on. You know how long you spend pampering yourself in the bathroom!"
"Hey! You know it takes time to look as gorgeous as I do 24/7!" he complained, wrapping his arms tighter around her so she was leaning against his chest, her face only inches from his. "I can get a kiss though, can't I?"
"Oh, yeah you can get a kiss," she agreed, pressing her lips to his and then slanting her head so she could deepen the contact. When she pulled back he took his time opening his eyes.
"You know, we'll soon be at my home. Another two weeks and then I get time off for good behaviour, and I'll have you in a place where no-one will hear you scream" he said, brushing her hair back from her face and grinning at her. "And I'm gonna make you scream, sweetiepie. I'm gonna explore all those little things I've discovered over the last few weeks."
"What things?" she asked softly, shivering.
"Oooh, things like how sensitive these are," he said, moving his hands to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the tips. "I want to see how much torture you can take if I tie your hands up so you can't stop me."
"Tie my hands up?"
"Oh yeah. And then there's that little fact that it turned you on when I ordered you around, so maybe I'll have to do that a little more. Maybe try a few different positions when we're in my own bed, hmm?" His voice was getting deeper as he spoke and she gave another small shiver, getting aroused by the picture he was painting.
"Will I get to torture you?" she asked him, trying not to sound too breathless.
"If you like," he agreed, smiling crookedly as his fingers pinched a nipple lightly through the clothes she was wearing, causing her to jump. "If you have enough energy left after I'm done with you."
"You're perverted," she accused him, biting her lip when he repeated the light pinching, his other hand pulling her more firmly over his hips where she could plainly feel his arousal.
"Maybe I am. I think you bring it out in me," he said, chuckling when her eyes closed. Her hips moved delicately against him and he pushed himself up against her softness, grateful that she was wearing a skirt. It would make things quicker and easier. He lifted the material and bunched it around her hips, his hands grabbing her panties and ripping the sides so he could pull them off without her getting up from her current position.
Lenny's eyes snapped open and she stared at him, her mouth falling open as he flung the ruined scrap of material across the room.
"Don't look so shocked sweetheart, you should know by now that I have violent tendencies!" he said, chuckling again when she sat there silently, still looking stunned. He quickly reached under her and freed himself from his boxers, breathing in a sigh of relief when his hard flesh was released. "I know we don't have much time, but we do have enough time, don't we?"
Lenny nodded dumbly, glancing down to find him already probing at her, his hard flesh nudging her softness insistently. She lifted up to give him more room and he smiled, sighing softly as he started easing inside her warmth, his hands helping to ease her down over him. They both groaned in unison when she was fully impaled on him, and Kevin steadied her hips with his hands, wanting to take it as slow as they could. But it was impossible with the feel of her tightness surrounding him, and he moaned harshly as his body took over from his brain, pulling her down onto him as he thrust up inside her. He felt the first tiny flickers of movement inside her as her excitement built, and he opened his eyes to stare into hers. One of his hands lifted to make sure she didn't turn away, and he captured her gaze so he could see it happen to her. For Lenny, his wanting to see into her eyes when she climaxed was almost more intimate than sex itself, but it made her even more excited; like he was looking into her soul. She shuddered and then whimpered as her muscles clamped tightly on him, and he thrust upwards hard one last time, exploding inside her with a long groan of his own. He wrapped his arms around her as she collapsed against him, a chuckle rumbling through him even as he tried to catch his breath. "I think we're going to kill each other, baby," he murmured, turning his head to kiss her neck.
"I don't mind dying if it feels like that," she said shakily, relaxing fully against him and closing her eyes. "Now I'm tired again."
"Aw, babygirl, you need some more sleep?" he whispered in her ear, standing up with her in his arms. "Maybe you should lie down and get some rest, hmm?"
"No, I want to go with you," she mumbled, already half asleep as he lay her down on the bed and leaned over her.
"You stay here, darlin', I won't be gone long. Then we can snuggle for the rest of the day, how's that?"
She looked up at him, stifling a yawn. "I don't want to stay here."
"Well, you're going to," he said, raising his eyebrows when she went to argue again. "Ah, ah, ah. No arguments. You're tired, so go to sleep and before you know it I'll be curled up behind you again."
"Okay," she murmured reluctantly, hating to admit the fact that she really was exhausted.
"Good girl," he said softly, bending to kiss her forehead. "Now, I'm going to shower and when I come out I want to find you asleep!"
"Bossy!"
"Grumpy," he accused, smiling when she went to punch him, his hand closing over her fist and kissing it. "Go to sleep babygirl."
She obediently closed her eyes and faintly heard him move into the bathroom, her senses already dulling with sleep.
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She awoke sometime later to the feel of someone stroking her face, and she turned her head into the touch, smiling as she realised Kevin must have already returned. Her eyes opened slowly and then widened when she saw Chris Benoit leaning over her, a cocky smile on his face as he touched her cheek. She gasped and jerked away from him, drawing the sheet up to her chin and scooting across the bed. "How did you get in here?" she managed to squeak out, thinking that it was a bit of a pathetic question considering the sort of danger she could be in.
"I have my ways, and I saw lover boy leave half an hour ago. I just wanted to make sure you didn't think this was some sort of joke," he sneered, tilting his head to one side and studying her pale face. "He seemed sickeningly happy, so I'm guessing you haven't tried getting him to give it all up yet?"
She shook her head and swallowed down the huge knot of fear in her throat, looking around the room trying to find a weapon of some sort. "N-no, not yet."
He reached out and grabbed her chin, his fingers hurting as they squeezed the soft skin. "You better not forget, bitch. Just remember what I'll do to your precious boyfriend if he doesn't leave," he sneered, glaring at her. "Not to mention what I'll do to you!" He gave one last squeeze and pushed her away from him, making her fall back against the headboard, her wide eyes never once leaving him. Chris stood up and stared down at her dispassionately, a smirk tilting his lips. "I'll be expecting to see some sort of change in his attitude within the next week, understand?"
She nodded silently as her eyes filled with tears, watching him leave the room and waiting with her heart in her throat until the click of the hotel door sounded. Then she let the tears fall and made her way cautiously into the living area, her shoulders slumping when she saw he had really gone. She locked the door and leaned back against it, sobs shaking her body as the fear made itself known. Now what did she do? She really had no choice but to tell Kevin, but what if Chris had been deadly serious? He sounded it. Her mind kept running in circles and she lay down on the sofa, curling up on one end of it as she tried to reason out why one of Kevin's work mates would act in such a way.
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Lenny had no idea how long she lay there, but the sound of someone trying unsuccessfully to open the door made her bolt upright on the sofa, her wide eyes staring fixedly across the room as if Chris Benoit was going to step inside it again.
"Lenny? I can't open the door, honey, can you let me in?" Kevin's voice sounded from outside the room, and she let out her breath with relief. The sound of him knocking galvanised her into action and she rushed to unlock the door, opening it and throwing herself into his arms before he could even take one step inside.
Kevin was about to joke about her missing him too much, when he felt her shaking and he frowned. "Baby? What's wrong?"
Lenny shook her head and held onto him, drawing on his strength where hers had deserted her. "Nothing. I....I...just had a nightmare, it shook me up," she improvised, unable to bring herself to tell him what had really happened.
Kevin lifted her up and carried her back in the room, kicking the door shut behind him. "Was it about Jack Penn? Is that what you dreamt about?" he asked, thinking it was the most likely thing since she had only just learnt about his death.
"Yes," she said in a small voice, hating lying to him but not knowing what else to do at the moment.
Kevin sighed and gave a small smile, carrying her into the bedroom and laying her down on the bed. "Well, how about we do that snuggling I talked about earlier, and we'll chase that bad dream away, hmm?"
She nodded and tried to smile. It was a dismal failure, but Kevin just gave her a warm smile and started taking his clothes off. He soon joined her on the bed and he spooned behind her, his big arms making her feel safe again. But still she lay awake for a long time after he had drifted off, her heart turning over in her chest with worry over what could happen.
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****Oooh, what's gonna happen? Why is Chris being bad? Who knows? Do I know?? NO!!! Ah, well, tune in for the next chapter folks and we'll see where it all goes!****
