Chapter 3 – A New Bet

By wrestlinggal

Disclaimer: All characters belong to WWE or themselves.

Amy woke up slowly taking in her unfamiliar surroundings. Where the hell…? Before she could finish her thought, a large arm pulled her closer to a hard body. Oh yeah...well, isn't that just great, she thought sarcastically. Moving up, she pushed his arm off of her and grabbed her pants, which were hanging off the bathroom door. How they got there she had no idea, nor did she want to know. Glancing over she saw her shirt under Paul and took a deep breath whispering a prayer to any god listening that he wouldn't wake. Reaching over him, she grasped the shirt and slowly started to edge it under him. Paul kept his eyes closed and when Amy thought she had it, she gave the shirt a sharp tug and at the same instant, Paul grabbed her wrist and yanked her down, pinning her under him as he lazily assessed her.

"Going somewhere?" He asked smoothly, securing her wrists with one hand.

Amy glared up at him. "Yes, actually, so if you could be so kind as to let go of me…"

Paul cut her off with a laugh. "Be so kind?" he asked mocking her. "Actually, Amy, I have a better idea. You're right, people are going to get suspicious if we continue this. I frankly to really give a fuck, but you obviously do. So how about a little bet? If you win, I'll leave you alone; if I win, I get you for six months."

Amy sneered at him. "Six months? Are you kidding me? You might get off from a few crazy thrusts, Paul, but I don't."

Ignoring how his mouth tightened in anger, she continued. "It's hardly fair you get me for six months, doing whatever you want, if you win. But if I win, all I get is a promise from you which doesn't amount to much, that you'll leave me alone. If you think I'm betting on my freedom for that, you are sadly mistaken."

With that, the feisty redhead gave a shove meant to topple the bigger man, but all it did was make him a little angrier.

"A few thrusts, Ames?" he asked furiously. "I don't think you were just puttingup with me when you were screaming your head off. Or throwing your clothes off everywhere, or undressing me for that matter."

Amy glared right back. "I think I know how I feel, Paul. I can control myself," she said sneering.

"Oh really?" he asked softly.

Giving her no warning, he attacked her soft mouth. Shoving his tongue into her mouth, he swept the inside of it making her groan. Cupping one breast in his large hand, he brushed the nipple, turning the soft pink nipple into a hard crest. Taking into his mouth, he worked on her. Sucking, nibbling, softly biting, he took the whole thing into his mouth, making her back arch in ecstasy. Pushing her pants down with his hands he pushed her legs apart and shoved a finger inside her. Amy rolled her hips up to him.

"Yes…" she breathed. Eyes glazed over she offered him all she had.

Lifting her hips, Paul brought his mouth down, tasting her. Amy gripped his hair in her hands. Groaning, she pushed against the bed to get closer. She was coming and quickly to when his hot mouth suddenly stopped. Stunned, Amy opened her eyes to find him pulling on his pants with a smug little smile.

"So if you can control yourself so well, then you should have no worries about the bet."

Bet? What bet? Amy thought, confused for a moment. That sonofabitch! Furious, Amy sat up straight in bed. "What the hell?" she shouted.

Paul continued as if he hadn't heard her. "Here are the rules. We'll play one game of poker. Winner literally gets it all. No cheating, or the other player automatically wins. We've already laid down the prizes," Paul said looking her over with a leer.

"So…"

"I haven't agreed to anything." Amy said haughtily.

"Haven't you?" Paul asked smirking looking over her still flushed body.

Amy blushed. "That has nothing to do with it."

"Really? Because I thought that this whole thing was about you in my bed," Paul said.

Amy sat there silent. She would never win like this. "When and where?" she finally asked. After all, even if she lost, who said she had to go with it?

"Now." Paul said.

Amy's head shot up. "Now?"

"Is there a problem?" Paul asked amused at the look she gave him.

"No," she said acidly. "Do you have the cards?"

Paul nodded as he sat down. Gesturing toward the table, he said, "Coming?"

With a nod, she grabbed an oversized "Game" t-shirt and sat on the other side facing him.

"Deal." She ordered.

Paul gave her five cards.

A 2, 3, 6, 6, and 7. Nothing, she thought dismayed.

"How many?"

Amy took out the two, three, and six. "Three."

She got and 8, 9, and ten. Better then before, she thought.

Paul took two.

"Ready?" she asked sneering.

He simply nodded coolly. Amy laid down her hand, watching with satisfaction the look of worry in his eyes. When he failed to lay down his hand, she laughed.

"Sorry. Too bad I guess."

"Actually, I think I just won," he said smugly. "Royal flush."