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Taker decided to pull into an abandoned parking lot so we could eat our food.
"Wanna watch the match?" he asked. "You have the tape with you, right?"
"Yep," I said. "It's right here in my bag."
"Well, let's get in the backseat and fool around... I mean, pull the flat screen down," he corrected himself quickly. "There's a VCR back there, too."
We got in the backseat and popped the tape into the VCR. He passed me my food and we ate while the tape started to play.
"What did you think when I bit your lip right there?" he asked, pointing as it happened on the TV.
"I thought it was hot," I admitted.
He smiled. "Judging from the way the crowd was cheering, I think they found it to be hot, too."
We kept eating and watching the tape. It got to the post-match celebration. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head and stuck his tongue out. I shivered.
"Cold?" he asked me, shifting my attention from him on the screen to the real thing sitting next to me.
"Just the opposite," I informed him.
He gave a low laugh. "I was actually really surprised when you licked my tongue," he said. "Very nice sensation, though."
"I dunno what made me do it," I said, watching as, on the screen, Taker and I looked back at Batista lying in the middle of the ring.
"I almost slipped out of character," he said. He looked at me. "You make me want to lose control."
I gulped. "Lose control?"
"Yes," he nodded. "And no one makes me feel like that."
"Are you sure you feel that way about me?" I asked, wanting to make sure. "I mean, we totally just met yesterday."
"I know, but remember, you know when something's right..." He put his cup down along with his food, then slid over closer to me. He put one hand on my thigh and used the other hand to touch my face, right before he kissed me softy. "And I know this is right."
He had been right the previous day when he'd said he was gentle where it counted.
"Mark..." I whispered against his lips.
"What?" he whispered back, squeezing my thigh.
"Don't you think we should at least wait until we get to the hotel?"
He pulled back and sighed. "I guess. Jacksonville's not that far away..."
We started eating our food again and leaned back, watching the TV. It went from the match to the interview.
"Want this ice cream before it melts?" he asked me.
"Sure, I'll take some," I replied.
"Problem. One spoon," he said.
"How's that a problem?" I asked him. "We could just...share."
He smiled, then dipped the spoon into the ice cream. "Here," he said. "Open up."
I ate the ice cream off the spoon and smiled up at him. "Want some?"
We took turns feeding each other the ice cream.
"Oh look," I said. "You have a little bit of ice cream on your lip... Let me get that for you." I leaned over and licked his lip.
He laughed that sexy little laugh of his. It was like thunder, a low rumble. Then he leaned over and kissed me again.
Finally, he pulled back. "We better get going if we want to get some sleep tonight. Don't wanna be traveling all night and then not be able to work tomorrow."
"You're right," I agreed. "We better go."
Pretty soon we were on the road again.
The silence was killing me. If something didn't distract me soon, I was going to be fully absorbed in my fantasies about the sexy giant sitting next to me...
"Mind if I listen to some music or something?" I asked him when the heavy silence became too much for me to handle.
He looked over at me. "Sure. What kind of music do you listen to?"
"I'm really into Reggaetón," I said, "but I wouldn't wanna listen to it now 'cause I'd wanna dance then."
"Then what do you wanna hear?"
"Maybe some blues?" I suggested. "Easy on the ears."
"Good choice," he said.
I flipped through the channels until I found a blues station. The beautiful sounds of the instruments filled the car. We rode along the highway, the stars twinkling in the night sky.
"The stars look so pretty," I commented.
"And the moon," he said. "You know, it's a full moon tonight."
I looked up until I spotted the moon, which was very full indeed. "You're right."
"Werewolves come out when there's a full moon."
"Are you one?" I teased.
"Nah, I'm more of a vampire," he said. "But don't worry. I won't suck your blood unless you want me to."
I couldn't tell if he was serious or not, and I didn't ask him if he was kidding. I just got comfortable in the seat and closed my eyes, thinking of the day ahead and how I'd be back in Jacksonville again. That wasn't a pleasant thought, and I fell into an uneasy sleep.
"Hey, wake up, pretty woman," Taker whispered to me, shaking me gently.
I opened my eyes to find out that we were at the Hilton hotel downtown in Jacksonville.
"Oh, did I sleep the whole way?" I asked, rubbing my eyes a little.
"Yeah," he said. "I almost got into a couple of accidents, staring at you sleeping, but we made it here unscathed."
I gave him a small smile. "I don't know what I'm gonna do about you," I said. I looked at the car's clock. "Wow, is it really 2 AM?"
"Yeah... We should go check in to our room."
"Oh, we're sharing a room now?" I asked curiously.
"Well, Vince figured it was a waste of money to get 2 rooms when we're only using one, and I agree," he said. "It's pretty much a given that I would end up in your room or you would end up in mine..."
"True," I agreed.
We got out of the car and he lugged most of our luggage into the hotel. We got the keys to our room and headed into the elevator. When we got into our room, he dropped the luggage by the door, right after we closed and locked it.
"I'm so tired," he said, stifling a yawn. He laid down on the bed. "Maybe my age is catching up with me."
"Nonsense. I'm tired, too, and I'm a bit younger than you," I said, lying on the bed next to him.
He looked at me. "Yeah, the age thing... I was thinking about it while I was driving and you were sleeping. I've been meaning to discuss that with you."
"Is there something wrong?" I asked, fearing the worst.
"Yeah. I'm way older than you, and I just realized that if we did anything it would be illegal," he said.
"That is, if anyone found out," I corrected him.
He thought about that. "Someone will find out," he said. "I have no doubts about that. We're famous people, there are probably hidden cameras everywhere."
"I will be 18 in about a month, remember?" I reminded him.
He smiled. "Yeah, I remember. I think we should wait until then to do anything sexual."
"Poor you," I said. "You're gonna have to go a whole month. What does that make... 2 months for you?"
"Ah, don't remind me. It's frustrating as hell with you here and I can't do anything," he said. "Come here, at least I can kiss you..."
"I'm sure that's illegal, too," I teased, pretending to be about to get up off the bed. "Maybe I'll just go sleep on the couch so we won't do anything..."
"You're not getting out of this bed. You're mine for the night," he said with a growl, and before I knew it, I was on my back and he was kissing me...
After a while, we decided we'd better get some sleep. It was gonna be another long day...
As I fell asleep in his arms again, my thoughts wandered to the reason why I'd dreaded coming back to my hometown again. My ex-boyfriend Ray was there, and he loved wrestling. I knew he'd be at any show they had here and I didn't want to see him...
I fell into another uneasy sleep. My dreams were filled with memories about my horrible past with Ray...
This chapter's a bit slow, but I have some good ideas for the next one so please bear with me! I know this story's a little weird; J's 17 and Taker's in his early 40's, but I think age is just a number... Update coming sometime soon.