Hello everyone, so sorry for the delay in updating. One of my pet hates is unfinished stories so here are three chapters to make up for the long wait. Thanks for sticking with this story and for your reviews as always. X
Autumn settled into tour life, travelling with Dean, watching his matches, getting to know the staff and wrestlers, when she was not with him she spent every spare moment when they were separated interviewing other superstars, researching and writing. Her blogs were good and not controversial which let's face it is what the company always wants. She was starting to gain the respect of the other team members as she worked hard at the tasks she was given, not treating it like the cover it was meant to give her and Dean but as a real job and she was getting results with her blogs, lots of retweets and favourites. Jenny continued to be impressed.
During a rare day without a show, Dean and some of the guys had to go to some meetings with creative so Autumn had a day to herself, spending it writing, have coffee with Naomi, then shopping at some nondescript UK mall where she bought some new clothes. By the time she returned to the hotel she found that Dean had written her a note saying that he would be back late as he had to practice a match with some of the guys, then was going for a drink. Bored by television and longing for Dean made her decide to go for a swim in the hotel pool to burn off some energy. It was late, about 22.00 but what else was there to do she thought.
The basement pool was empty and still as a millpond, the warm water felt silky as she slowly stepped in submerging herself into its blue depths. As she began some lengths, her thoughts wandered to Dean, his beautiful body and the things he did to her. Just the thought of him made a pulse start to beat between her legs. His smile, his dimple, his one earring, that mop of dark blonde hair, his golden skin, his defined arms... She could go on and on revelling in his beauty. At the far end of the pool she stopped swimming and leant her head on her folded arms on the ledge of the pool taking a break while her thoughts continued to stray to other parts of his body.
The door to the pool opened and she whirled round to see who was disturbing her moonlight swim. Oh holy fuck, there Dean was standing at the other side of the pool, beckoning her to him. He wore training gear and she could tell that he had been working his body hard because it looked more defined than usual having been pulsed with adrenaline all day. She swam over to him and he crouched down, stroked her cheek while she looked up at his gorgeous figure.
"It's late baby, I wondered where you were, then someone told me they saw you headed this way," he said softly.
"Sorry, I was bored and thought I'd be back before you missed me," she replied.
"I did miss you today though," he murmured. "Are you getting out or am I getting in?"
"I missed you too. Get in. I'll race you!" she challenged.
Laughing, he peeled his clothes off down to his shorts then dived in over her head, splashing her before wheeling round and chasing her underwater. She shrieked with laughter as he grabbed her leg and pulled her under. As they rose to the surface Autumn flung her arms around his strong neck and kissed him, her tongue easily gaining entry into his mouth. They messed around some more in the water, till panting, they rested against the low steps of the pool. Dean had a sly look in his eyes as he spotted a door marked 'Sauna and Steam Room'.
Taking her hand he led her dripping, in both senses of the word, up the steps and out of the pool. Autumn loved the way the water ran off him in rivulets, accentuating his stunning musculature. He looked like a fucking Demi-god at times, she marvelled. The dry heat of the sauna hit them as soon as they stepped inside which only served to increase their own heat and desire. Dean closed the door and pulled Autumn on to his lap, fingering the neckline of her swimsuit.
"Let's get this off shall we," he crooned, before pulling the straps down her arms and revealing her taught breasts which he lost no time in exploring with his tongue and teeth making her moan.
The small room had three tiered wooden benches and he lifted her up, removing the swimsuit at the same time so she was naked for him. Sitting her on the top bench and crouching beneath her, he gently spread her legs, his fingertips tracing a path from her calves to her inner thighs making her feel faint with longing. His mouth then followed, his lips running back and forth over each soft inner thigh but teasingly missing her centre till she begged him to touch her there.
"Dean, please," she breathed urgently.
"OK, OK. Impatient aren't you today?" he chuckled and slowly licked her from her opening, up over her labia to her clitoris and back down again.
"Oh Dean, your tongue is amazing," she panted, shuddering with delight.
He repeated this treatment and she hesitantly placed her hands on his head, running them through his damp hair, urging his tongue to give her what her body craved.
"That's right baby, tell me what you want me to do," he told her, loving that she was losing her inhibitions under his tutelage. After all, they could be caught at any minute by any unsuspecting hotel guest in need of a late night sauna!
"Fuck me with that tongue now," she demanded. So he did, thrusting it inside her, with his thumb caressing her clit till she cried out and exploded around him.
"I need you inside me Dean," she urged and such was his lust, he just ravaged her in that sauna room. His hard cock ached from the long foreplay and it was bliss as he rammed into her fast and deep. Had anyone disturbed them he doubted he would have cared or stopped, kissing her deeply, he felt triumphant as she came again almost instantly it seemed from his expert technique. She was so fucking sweet, he thought of all the things he could do to her and came himself at the thought of it.
Slowing down, flushed, with sweat glistening on both of their bodies, they stayed entwined for a few minutes catching their breath before standing shakily to their feet.
"Woah, head rush," laughed Dean. "Let's go and get a midnight feast from room service, I'm starving!"
"Ha, you're always starving," Autumn chucked while trying with difficulty to put her wet swimsuit back on.
"Here, just put my T-Shirt on, it's long enough to cover you up. With a bit of luck, we won't see anyone on the way back to the room anyway. I've got my hoody," Dean said.
Giggling as they waited for the lift, Autumn was dismayed that when the lift doors opened, Scarlett and one of her cronies were in it, dolled up to the nines from a night out.
"Hi," said Autumn, noticing that Dean did not acknowledge the divas and had his 'don't fuck with me face on', (you know the one from the Shield days!).
"Evening," Scarlett said coldly. The silence was awkward but Dean pointedly held Autumn's hand till the lift opened and they stepped out on their floor leaving the pouting divas to themselves.
"You know," Dean said when they were back in the bedroom. "You have no make up on, are barefoot, wearing just my T-Shirt and you are a hundred times sexier than those bloody barbie dolls in the lift."
Kissing him, she doubted that very much but told him that he was sweet to say so. They feasted on the room service, watching crap TV and snuggling under the duvet together. Turning the TV off, Dean held her in his arms in the darkness.
"There's not much longer to go on this tour you know," he whispered.
Autumn's stomach flipped with sadness at this comment.
"I know, it's been the best couple of weeks of my life," she replied quietly.
"Yeah, me too, me too," he sighed. "Hey, I wanna take you out somewhere special before, well you know, before I um, have to leave."
"OK, great," she responded tightly. So it was just going end when the tour was over she thought with despair. A feeling of déjà vu swept over her. Oh well... Just make the most of it, she told herself, don't get stroppy with him. Deal with the heartache when it comes. She was beginning to make a habit of this.