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I apologize to those that read this story in the past. I had unfortunately rated it incorrectly and wasn't allowed to post for some time. Then I had forgotten all about posting here so now I am back to post the story to you all. I have 17 chapters written and am almost done with it. I have maybe 2 or 3 at the most left. So anyway, enjoy and thanks Daniella for the review. You were my biggest fan when it came to this story and it is nice to see that you haven't lost interest in it.

Chapter 5

Once Trish freshened up she rejoined her friends at their table. Chris already got her another drink and he handed it to her. "Here sweetie, drink this. This will help calm your nerves." Trish accepted the drink, removing the straw and guzzling it down in one gulp. Stacy's eyes lit up as she watched her friend downing the drink. "Geesh Trish, I guess Chris was right. You really are a fish."

Trish giggled as she got up from the table. "Come on J-Man, join me on the dance floor." Before Jay had a chance to protest, he was in the middle of the dance floor bumping and grinding with Trish. Trish enjoyed Jay's company because he was a blast to be around.

From across the room, Randy had his eyes focused on the couple. He watched as Trish teasingly rubbed herself up against Jay and it was driving him wild. The animal lust was taking over and he wanted to head over to them, knock Jay out of the way and take her in his arms. She was a goddess and he wanted her like he had never wanted a woman in his life.

Paul followed Randy's eyes to see what he was staring at. When he saw what he was looking at he felt an ache in his heart. Randy was undressing the woman of his dreams with his eyes and he knew that he would be going in for the kill soon. He hated it because there wasn't a damn thing that he could do about it. He was a married man and nobody knew what had gone on between him and Trish nor was he about to tell anyone.

Randy got up from the table and made his way through the crowd over to Jay and Trish. He tapped Jay on the shoulder, "Can I cut in?" Jay turned around to see Randy Orton standing in front of him. "Well that is up to the lady here but sure by all means." Jay stepped out of the way and Trish smiled reassuringly, letting Jay know that is was okay.

Randy spun Trish around so that her back was facing him and pulled her against him. Neither one of them spoke a word to each other. He swayed his hips back and forth, rubbing himself up against her in a seductive dance. Trish felt the warmth of his body pressed against hers and she loved it. She started to grind herself up and down his perfect body. Randy placed his hand on her hips pulling her closer into him. She leaned back further, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around the front of her and held her to him.

Her hair smelled like flowers, it was intoxicating. This gorgeous woman standing in front of him was turning him on immensely. Trish could feel his arousal pressing into her. Goosebumps began to form on her silky skin. All thoughts of Paul or anybody else for that matter were gone from her mind. They were the only two people in the room. Randy leaned down and gently kissed her collarbone. Trish arched her back a bit, turning her head slightly to the side to give Randy better access. He swirled his hot tongue around, licking up and down her neck, slowly making his way up to her ear. His breathe on her neck gave her chills all over.

He gently nibbled on her earlobe, a moan escaping her throat. Randy felt her body succumbing to him. He turned her around to face him, needing to taste her again. The kiss that they had shared previously left him breathless. She begged him with her eyes to touch her, a look of pure abandon. She desperately needed to taste him and she wasn't about to wait another second. She pulled his mouth down onto hers, sucking and probing. She raked her nails up and down his back as he pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss. She lowered her hands, grabbing hold of his ass. Randy jumped a little, surprised at her aggressiveness. She massaged and kneaded for a moment before pulling her hands away again. Their breathing became erratic, both overwhelmed with so many feelings. She found the waistband of his pants and roughly pulled out his shirt. She moved her hands underneath, raking her nails over the taut muscles in his chest. Randy shuddered as she made contact with his scalding skin.

Randy gently pulled away from the mind-boggling kiss. "Trish..I...Oh God, you're so beautiful," he whispered breathlessly. He rested his head against hers as they tried to catch their breath. Trish couldn't believe what was happening to her. She wanted. No she needed Randy desperately. She didn't care what the consequences were. All she knew was that she had to have him. "Randy, please, can we umm, can we go?" Randy nodded his approval and went to get his jacket.

Trish returned to her friends to say her goodbyes. Chris gave her a questionable look hoping that she wasn't making a big mistake. Trish responded with an encouraging smile letting him know that she knew exactly what she was doing and not to worry. She gave them all a hug and was on her way.

Randy retreated to the table where the rest of Evolution was. There were about 5 girls at the table with them. When he approached the table, one of them gave him a wink and pinched him on his ass. "Hey sweet cheeks, why don't you come over here and give me some loving." Now normally Randy would jump at the chance but he had the woman of his dreams waiting for him and she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. No way in hell would he ever pass that up. "Sorry sweetie, but I am on my way out to a previous engagement. Maybe some other time."

Paul knew exactly where he was taking Trish and it was tearing him up inside. It should be him that is taking her home, not Randy. He couldn't get their little scene on the dance floor out of his head. She willingly gave into his charms. He could tell that he was the last thing on her mind too. She was moving on and not even giving him a second glance. He hated himself for exposing his feelings to her the way that he did. She basically was casting him aside and going for one of his closest friends. He really couldn't blame her though. He was a married man after all.

Paul watched as Randy and Trish exited the club. He needed to drown his sorrows in a bottle of tequila. He felt as if he was going to cry but he wouldn't allow those feelings to take over. He was a man, not a little wuss. No woman was going to make him cry. The hell with Trish Stratus," he thought. He was surrounded with women that wanted to be with him. It was her loss right? He roughly pulled the tall leggy blonde into his lap and started sucking on her neck. The blonde started to rub up and down Paul's chest. As he trailed kisses up and down her neck he thought of Trish. If he couldn't have her, then he would screw the girl in his lap and visualize it being Trish as he pounded it in and out of her.

Randy opened the door to his motel room, allowing Trish to enter first. Trish started to wonder if this was all a big mistake. After all, she was overwhelmed with so many feelings and at the moment she made the decision, she didn't care. However, now that she had time to think on the car ride over, she wasn't so sure.

Randy could see the unsure look on Trish's face and knew that she was having second thoughts. He offered her a drink hoping that it would help her relax. The last thing he wanted to do was to push her. He kind of figured that once the mood was broken, that she would change her mind.

Trish sat on the edge of the bed as she sucked back the shot that Randy had offered her. She was so nervous about going too far too fast with Randy but at the same time she wanted him desperately. She licked her lips as she took in all of him. He looked like a Greek God that was sculpted that way just for her. He was too good to be true. She felt her heart beginning to race again, her palms becoming sweaty, an ache deep down inside that only he could cure.

Randy walked over to her slowly, taking in her beauty. She felt her body tremble as he approached her. He lifted her up from the bed so that she was standing directly in front of him. He gazed deeply into her eyes again, the power he had over her overwhelming her senses. She closed her eyes trying to regain her composure but it wasn't working. When she opened them again, he moved in closer, taking her lips with his into a soul-searing kiss. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms as he felt her surrendering again to his touch. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed, carefully setting her down.

He joined her on the bed, seeking out her lips again with his own. A fervent sigh rose from him. He tugged her shirt out of her pants and pulled it over her head. Surprisingly enough, she didn't protest. He took in her beauty as she lie in front of him, in her black lace bra, the heat from his gaze tightening her aching nipples.

He trailed his tongue down her neck working his way down to her chest. He sucked gently over the fabric of her bra, scalding her flesh. He teased and nipped her nipples playfully as she arched her back into his touch. Her whole entire body felt like it was on fire.

She roughly pushed him off of her and took charge of the situation, all but ripping his shirt off of him. She winced as she drank him in. He was positively breathtaking. Thrilled by her unabashed inspection, he unclasped her bra. He wet his finger and began to trace tormenting circles over her hyper-aroused nipples causing her to shudder with delight.

He took her nipple into his mouth and bit down gently. A sound of raw abandon was torn from her. He sucked and nipped both breasts as her breathing became more erratic. He pulled her on top of him, crushing her against his naked chest. His scolding flesh felt wonderful pressed up against hers.

His hands slid boldly down her body until he grabbed hold of her skirt, hiking it high above her waist. He flipped her onto her back, crushing his mouth into hers again. He rubbed her bare inner thigh and she arched against him wantonly. He took his mouth off of hers for a moment, drinking in her beauty. He stared down at her hips and legs, sexy lace panties that matched the bra that he discarded earlier.

She moaned softly as he touched her mound over her panties. She squirmed beneath him as he pulled her panties to the side, making her go deliciously achy inside, leaving her feeling completely vulnerable to him. She threw her trembling arms around his neck pulling him in for another soul-searing kiss as he slid his finger gently inside of her.

She wondered what carnal torture he had in mind as he moved his finger in and out of her feminine folds. She bucked her hips trying to ride his hand hard and fast. She was ready to explode. She went wild, frantically seeking escape, yet there was none. As quickly as he entered her, his finger was withdrawn.

His rough tongue found that sensitive spot behind her neck as he gently lapped away. "Please Randy," Trish begged mindlessly almost incoherent. She didn't even recognize her own voice. Randy knew that she was ready.

He rid himself of the remainder of his clothing, his arousal springing to life. Trish sobbed helplessly as she begged him for more. He took mercy on her, sliding his body upward, soothing her trembling lips with his mouth once again. Randy pulled a foiled packet from his pocket and rolled the condom onto his swollen erection.

He entered her slowly and sat there for a few moments letting her adjust to the invasion. Heavens he was huge, she thought. He slowly started to move within her, each thrust becoming more animalistic. He buried himself to the hilt, pounding it in and out, lifting her off of the bed with each thrust.

Trish was riding a wave of pure ecstasy, thrusting herself upward to enhance the friction. She wrapped her legs around his waist allowing him to go deep and tight. She was thrashing around on the bed frantically, moaning incoherently. She cried out as she felt her climax rising higher and higher. The look of primal abandon in her eyes was more than he could take. A few more thrusts and she screamed out his name in ecstasy. Her walls milking him, sending him spiraling upward on an erotic ride such as he'd never known. At last, he captured her mouth again as he gave himself over to her. He rolled over onto the bed, taking her into his arms as they slowly drifted off to sleep.