NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Brenda and myself.
When we got to the locker room, I went over and dug a skimpy bikini out of my bag. Taker grabbed some swimming trunks.
"Hey, we're gonna match," he said, as he noticed my bikini and his trunks were both black.
"I guess we are," I said. I went into the bathroom and put on the bikini, then put my shirt and my skirt back on and went out into the locker room.
"Oh, I don't get a glimpse?" he asked. I shook my head and he started pouting. It's not very convincing to see a man who's that big and tall pout. "Not even a tiny little peek?"
"Nope," I said firmly. "But don't worry, you'll see it soon enough."
"You're a very disobedient girl, you know that?" he asked as we headed hand in hand out to the parking lot. He had both of our towels thrown over his shoulder.
"What can I say? I have a thing for misbehaving," I said with a shrug.
He looked down at me. "One of these days I'm gonna put you over my lap."
"Is that a promise?" I asked coyly.
"You better watch out," he warned, his eyes turning dark. "Or else we won't be waiting until you're 18."
I laughed at him.
"So now you laugh at me?" He shook his head as we reached the parking lot. "It's a hopeless case. How did you manage to get under my skin like this?"
"How did little ol' me get under big bad Taker's skin?" I teased him as Shawn and Brenda pulled up in a white Durango. "Actually, it was quite easy."
"Is it me, or does Vince have a thing for Durangos?" Taker asked as he helped me in.
"He's been your boss longer than he's been mine. You should know... Or have you forgotten?" I asked with a smirk. I shrugged my shoulders. "Must be the old age settling in."
"I know you didn't just say that. Tell me you didn't just say that," he said, glaring.
"Stealing Booker T's lines, are we?" I asked. "Damn. I thought you were a little more original than that. Was I wrong?"
"You silly girl," he said, right before he stole a kiss.
"Hey, you kids. Settle down back there," Shawn called to us. "Save it for your hotel room tonight."
"Good idea," I said, giving Taker a look. I laughed at the expression on his face. "What?" I asked innocently.
"You're a bad, bad girl," was all he said. Then we were all silent as we headed to the beach.
"Ok, it's way too quiet in here for me," Brenda said. "Anybody here into Reggaetón?"
"Me! You listen to that?" I asked, surprised.
"Of course. It's hot and it makes me wanna dance," she said.
"That's not all it makes me wanna do," I said, then looked at Taker and winked.
"You better stop with all your suggestive talk," he said into my ear as he leaned over and nipped on my ear.
"Where's the music?" I asked Brenda.
She found a good Reggaetón channel and turned it up. "Oh, it's Daddy Yankee's song El Muro!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"That's been one of my favorites since it first came out," I said, and started singing it. "...Los aros 24 flotando con reggaetón..."
"What the hell are you saying?" Shawn asked me.
"The song, duh," I said, and went right back to singing it. Brenda joined in. "...causante que se muevan toda la gente latinoamerica..."
"Translate for us. What does El Muro mean?" Taker asked.
"It means 'the wall'," I said.
"Pillala contra el muro..." Brenda said.
"And what does that mean?" Shawn asked.
"Catch it against the wall," I translated.
"So this is a nasty song?" Taker asked, eyebrow raised.
"That's what Reggaetón started as," I said. "Sex. And that's why we dance so sexy when we listen to it."
"Little girl, you really should stop talking about sex," Taker whispered into my ear. "Or you're gonna get it."
"Maybe I want it," I teased, trailing my finger up and down his arm.
"You're asking for it," he said, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them before. He leaned down and kissed me until I was breathless.
"Gosh, I can hardly breathe," I told him.
"Wait until I do you. You'll really lose your breath," he whispered huskily into my ear.
I looked up at him, then smacked him on the arm. "You're so bad."
"What did you expect?" he asked me.
"I always have high expectations," I said. "Think you'll be able to satisfy me?"
"We're here!" Shawn called before Taker had the chance to reply.
Taker sat there looking at me, just looking. Of course, I looked back. I couldn't break the gaze because it was just so intense!
"Will you two hurry up?" Shawn called impatiently to us.
"We're coming, dimwit," Taker said with a grin, and we got out the car.
Brenda linked one arm with Shawn's and the other with mine. I looked at Taker.
"No way am I becoming a part of a human chain," he said immediately, shaking his head.
"Pleeeease," I pouted.
"Um... I don't wanna," he whined.
"Oh, just do it, you big baby," Shawn said. "Unless you're not man enough to do it."
"Never question my masculinity," Taker said, then linked his arm with mine.
Satisfied, we started to walk along the beach to find a good, secluded spot to have our picnic...
Ok, I said this would be longer but then I had another idea for a story that I just had to write down. Check it out if you wanna, it's called The Affair.