Rae stared at Dave. Once again she had the opportunity to come clean to him about everything. But then Rae remembered Dave's words to her. I'll forgive you once but I won't forgive you twice.
Well, technically speaking, I'm not sleeping with Randy. "No, I'm not." Rae replied.
"I didn't think you were." Dave said. "Now can we get back to eating breakfast please?"
As Rae and Dave enjoyed their meal together, Dave wondered if there was more to Rae's admission than she was willing to admit. But he took her word face-value and trusted her.
But something still didn't resound with Dave and he couldn't put his finger on it. After breakfast, he made the conscious decision to convert Rae's birthday gift to something that wasn't so extravagant.
Her engagement ring was going to be a very nice pendant.
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The following Monday, Rae anxiously awaited for Randy in the parking garage of the arena. While Randy was punctual for work, he was known to not care when he was doing personal business. Rae lost count how many times he showed up half-hour to an hour late for their dinner dates.
Finally, after fifteen minutes, Randy finally appeared out of the locker room. Dressed to sexual perfection in a simple blue dress shirt and jeans, he grinned at Rae. "I'm glad you're still here."
"Barely." She sneered.
He got into the rental SUV and kissed Rae's cheek. "I'll buy you a Grand Slam." He grinned. "Do you mind if John rolls with us?"
Rae was trying to still be upset but Randy's charm was having an effect on her. She found herself slightly upset that she wasn't going to be alone with Randy. But she was also grateful that an extra party meant no rumors from Lilian. "You're so fucking smug, Orton."
Randy turned on the car and popped in a CD. He briefly checked his look in the rearview mirror and glanced over at Rae. "Yeah, and you love me for it, don't you?"
"Motherfucker, drive the car and stop checking how pretty you are." John said.
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When the trio arrived at Denny's, they were quickly seated and ordered their meals. Randy was trying to impress Rae by ordering for her, but he couldn't remember what she wanted. After the waitress left and John made a quick run to the bathroom, Randy reached over and grabbed Rae's hands. "I miss you, Rachel."
"You see me all the time, Orton."
"I miss being with you." He added.
"Randy…"
"I know the situation between you and Dave and whatever," He shrugged. "But I'm just saying…"
"What goes on between me and Dave is between me and Dave, Randy."
Randy stirred his drink with the straw. "Yet, you're with me."
"I'm not with you, Orton." She pressed.
"So why are we here?" He shrugged.
"We're having a nice dinner." Rae said. "And Dave knows about it."
Randy pulled away from Rae and slumped in his seat. "What did he say?"
Rae remembered Dave's words to her. You can do whatever you want, Rachel. You don't need my permission to see Orton. "Why do you care?"
"I don't." He replied.
"Rachel! Randy!" Lilian greeted loudly as she approached their booth.
Lilian scooted beside Randy, forcing him to move over. "How are you doing, Rach?"
"It's Rachel, and I'm doing fine, Lilian."
"Good, good." She nodded and glanced over to Randy. "How are you doing, Randy?"
"I'm doing well, Lilian." He nodded.
"Good to hear." Lilian leaned forward and clasped her hands together. "So Rach…when did you and Dave break up?"
"We're still together, Lilian."
John returned to the booth and sat next to Rae. "Hey Lilian, what's going on?"
"Hey John." Lilian greeted and returned to her conversation with Rae. "My, I thought you and Dave were broken up. I mean, you're out here cavorting with another man and all…"
"Cavorting?" Rae replied.
"Yes, cavorting. I mean, you blatantly cheated on Dave. I thought you would know better to be whoring around." She smiled.
Both Randy and John's faces had shocked expressions and they looked away from the catfight. Rae, however, had an arsenal of attack awaiting Lilian. And her gun was loaded and ready to go. "You need to mind your damn business and concentrate more on finding a good plastic surgeon so you can finally fill out those damn skimpy tops than worry about whose dick I'm sucking this week."
Lilian's mouth dropped as Randy and John tried to contain their laughter. "What did you just say to me?"
"You heard me, Lilian and I'm pretty sure I didn't stutter." Rae said. "And I wouldn't talk about me being a whore, either. Unlike you, I got my job with my credentials. I wasn't on my knees, blowing Vince. Now, Lili, was there anything else you want to say to me?"
Lilian got up from the booth and straightened out her clothing. "I have never been so insulted in my life!"
"Save it, bitch." Rae replied.
Lilian turned around. She held up her hands and clenched them. She then made a hissing noise and walked back to her booth. Randy and John finally laughed as Rae looked at them both with confusion. "Did she just hiss at me?"
Randy and John were failing miserably at containing their laughter. "Yep, she did." They said.
Rae smiled and shook her head. "That bitch is crazy."
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"I love titties, I love pussy…"
"What are you doing, Orton?"
"Singing."
Randy was trailing his fingers around Rae's bare nipples as he hummed. Rae swore that she wasn't going to have sex with him anymore and Randy didn't make a single move on her. But when they returned back to the hotel room, the temptation was just too great to pass.
As they became more comfortable on the bed and being pressed up against each other, she couldn't resist him. The way his fingers were play with her bare skin and how his deep voice caressed her earlobe drove Rae insane.
It wasn't long after when Rae and Randy were slowly stripping each other naked. Like most of their sessions, their lovemaking was slow and methodical, almost as if they wanted to take their time to get to know each other's bodies and pleasure points. While she loved being on top of Randy, it was the way he dominated Rae that sent on her on an orgasm overload.
Making Rae happy—and making sure that there was no reason to stay with Dave much longer—Randy decided to be generous and feasted on her. While he admitted that he didn't "eat out often" as he put it, it was clear that he was no rookie, either. Rae's body rode his tongue as she arched off the bed. And when she climaxed, Randy had a smirk on his face.
He was just getting started.
He was gentle yet commanding when he put her feet on his shoulders. He loved to hear her moan and whimper his name as he moved inside her. He set the game rules but didn't make Rae feel uncomfortable when he helped get her into the reverse cowgirl position.
He knew what he was doing and how to do it. He was—whether Rae realized it or not—a younger version of her boyfriend. "I need to come up with a nickname for you. What about….Sugar Tits?" Randy suggested.
"What about you get the fuck out of my hotel room?" She replied.
Randy smiled. "What about…Papaya Princess?"
Rae considered that nickname and almost agreed to it if it wasn't for the fact that it was too close to Cianna's nickname. "I don't think so."
Randy then moved his hand down Rae's navel and played with her piercing. He readjusted his position so he was in between Rae's legs but his head was at her navel. He began to make form several "u's" around her navel, slightly causing Rae to squirm because she was ticklish. He did this motion repeatedly while his free hand continued to massage her breasts.
"What are you doing, Orton?"
"Thinking of your nickname." He replied quietly.
"And what did you think of?"
"Flower." He quietly said, still tracing her navel.
Rae smiled as she realized what Randy was doing to her. He was making petals around her navel. "I have a nickname for you." She replied.
"Oh? What's mine?"
"Thumper." She said softly.
Randy stopped tracing Rae's navel and laid beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. For once, he didn't care about her situation with Dave nor did he care about anyone's opinion about their relationship. All he cared about was her. "I love you, Flower."
Rae closed her eyes when she heard Randy spoke. She loved Randy as well—but not in the way he loved her. And she wasn't about to tell him otherwise right now. "Me too, Thumper."