I disclaim again. I only own Charlie and those unknown.

Thanks again to those who have read and reviewed and those who have just read it!

Inspiration for one segment came from Vera Roberts, TMI – a must read. Oh and WARNING!!! Big fat warning!

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Chapter Seventeen – Continuation

"Oh, god, baby girl." He showered her face with kisses showing her, proving to her there's no other, wrapping her tight in his arms. "There's nobody else. Just us, baby girl." He pulled back a little to look at her and her face was like knives to his chest. "It was just a promo shot, it wasn't real. Please believe me." He said through his kisses. Right now he would throw himself in front of a moving train, a bus, jump out of a plane with no parachute just to prove he'd been faithful. "Tell me what I need to do. I'll get Torrie's number and you can talk to her. Maria and Melina both know it was a promo." He kept kissing her. "I love you, Charlotte. Just you." How could anyone think he'd cheat or even consider it? Had they even seen or met Charlie? Why would he cheat on a woman who's physical beauty is incomparable, who's inner beauty is just as unrivaled. She's given him everything he's ever needed physically and emotionally. And she tolerates my bullshit.

"I should have told you, but it was so insignificant to me it truly never dawned on me." He held her as close as he could. "Wait, what were you doing there and why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"I had a few days and I wanted to surprise you. The last time I spoke to you I was in the arena. Five minutes later I saw you with her." Her voice cracked yet again and the only way to fix that was to feel his mouth on hers, to have him kiss everything away; she had missed him terribly and thought she'd never recover.

"You sure did surprise me. I was on the first flight out only to find you gone and a key that wouldn't work. Thank you for not lighting my clothes on fire." He said still kissing her.

"Make love to me." She whispered into his mouth. He needed to sear his body into hers, force her to forget the only image that's been in the forefront of her mind. He stood them both up and pushed his body into hers. She back up until she hit the car and willingly let his tongue danced with hers. He wanted to make love to her, show her again and again just how much he loved her. Charlie felt the same way. It had been not only their six week separation but four weeks before that. She was struggling to stand and not have an orgasm just from his kisses. Randy was having the same difficult time, the instant his tongue touched hers he was ready for her. Her hands already under his shirt grabbing for flesh, getting reacquainted with his skin.

They both went for the other's belt, Randy whipped hers off and had her capris unbuttoned and unzipped before she'd removed his belt. His hands were inside her panties kneading her skin, his thumbs brushing over the heat of her, before he moved her capris further down. Her hands were in his boxers and gripping him like a vice, his groans matched her high pitched gasps. His fingers entered her and his thumb remained where she craved it. His free hand was on the back of her head holding her mouth to his, drinking from her, swallowing her cries of pleasure. Her knees started giving out as she flexed around his fingers, soaking him as her body shuddered. Randy pulled his mouth from hers and licked her from his fingers. She was about to return the favor but Randy put Charlie in the back seat. "Take all your clothes off. I want to see you." His voice was forceful and filled with sex. "Keep the shoes."

She did exactly as she was told. He was not waiting for a bed. He was going to make his rental car useful. The second he was situated she was all over him. She straddled him and pulled at his t-shirt. She had missed this body and all it could do to her. As her tongue slid into his mouth, briefly mortified by the taste of herself, she sank down onto him and the low rumble of his moans could be felt in her tummy. She wasn't starting off slowly; she wanted him, raw sex, the thrill of getting caught or being seen. She believed him, but if he had ever for one second thought of another woman, she was going to fuck that thought right out of his head. She moved her hips in a rotation she knew would drive him mad. She wanted his eyes rolling back and if they weren't they'd be looking at her and giving away his desires.

Her rocking and grinding were too much and he had to change positions. He wanted her to get another high and he couldn't reach her this way. He flipped her to her back and pushed her legs to her chest. He tasted her with his mouth and used both hands to get the screams he was longing to hear. Charlie was still in the middle of her second orgasm when his tongue left her and was replaced by his talented fingers. He plunged into her, slamming all of his emotions into her over and over. With one knee on the floor of the car and one on the seat, he drove deep into her wanting the same effect she was trying to achieve. She had seen him in an intimate situation with another woman, innocent or not, he would fuck that image right from her mind. With each push he fought his impending release, but the memory of how she felt around him couldn't be shaken. His hands stayed on her, he would give her a record number of orgasms in the smallest span of time.

He leaned down and kissed her neck, biting her collarbone as he felt himself cresting. Her nails dug into his back and he knew she broke the skin, painfully pleasurable he liked to think of it and loved when he got her that passionate. The constrictions of her third orgasm drove him to his release and the volume of his pleasure was matched by hers. He'd need a few dabs of concealer on his back for the show tonight. "Don't leave. Stay for the show. Stay with me." He begged as he kissed her neck again.

"I know you didn't seriously think you'd ever get out of my sight again." Was her reply, his was a big smile only she could create.

"If and I mean if, something like this ever happens again, please tell me first." He said holding her eyes with his, still deep inside her, unwilling to pull free.

"I'd never seen you in that sort of position before and I never thought of it as show related. It hurt, Randy. I can't even tell you how much." Fresh tears formed in her eyes and he kissed them. How did he keep doing this? He's put her through one torturous day after another.

Meanwhile, John, Maria, Melina and Johnny headed back to the arena. "So how do you think Randy's doing?" Melina asks anyone.

"He's either a dickless dead man or he's still begging and pleading." John replied using her own words.

"She'll forgive him." Maria said confidently.

"How do you know? Is that what the book says?" Johnny laughs.

"I'm not that far into the book genius, I just think she will. They've been through too much together already for them to just give up now.

"Exactly, they've been through too much. I don't know, it's a tough call." Melina guessed. John had been silent and didn't want to jinx his best friend by talking about it. He hoped Charlie had one more time left in her and it didn't kill Randy if she didn't.

"I'll bet each of you one hundred dollars she's giving him the ride of his life." Maria stated confidently and got shocked looks from the others.

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Word had spread quickly that Charlie was in town and Randy had kidnapped her. Most of the roster hung out in the hallways waiting to see if he would arrive with a smile or arrive at all. Everyone knew how much he loved Charlie and could tell the positive difference she'd made in his life. Those who had met her thought she was a godsend and probably the nicest person they'd ever met. The security guard at the entrance for the performers saw Randy arrive and alerted other security on the radio. He had been asked to give them a heads up and he had shaken his head, gossipers. "Randy, Ms Murphy good to see you again." All Charlie did was smile and lean her head into Randy's.

They could hear over the radio needs for a status report as to whether she was here or not. "Don't tell them." Randy said smiling. They'd know soon enough. Randy had his bag draped over his shoulder and Charlie draped over him. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms around his neck, her mouth all over his neck and face. He of course insisted on this position as he wasn't letting her go for the remainder of the evening. He had an arm supporting her with his hand planted firmly on her ass and his other arm held her tight to his chest. Her kisses were reciprocated and he couldn't taste her skin or her mouth enough. They would definitely be finding a quiet corner before long. Not anytime soon though as they turned a corner to deafening applause. He put her down to greet everyone but one arm kept her pressed into him, not that she cared.

She was greeted with hugs from Maria, Melina, Mickie and Lisa Marie and as they made their way through the crowd Charlie's eyes landed on Torrie. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at Torrie, who felt like a total bitch for unknowingly caused the destruction of Randy's life. She had heard about Charlie's appearance and Randy's kidnapping of her only to be met with angry eyes by the other girls. Torrie was the one who had insisted on the rehearsal, but simply because this was new for her. She had kissed other girls in the company but not a man, especially not Randy. It was to calm her nerves, not to take him from his girlfriend. Torrie looked at Charlie with pleading eyes and Randy wasn't sure how his girlfriend would react.

Her inner bitch wanted to rip Torrie's limbs off and beat her with them, but the logical woman inside said to move on and be mature. Randy felt her move toward Torrie but redirected Charlie to a few of the guys who wanted her autograph on the Maxim. She allowed the redirection and obliged. Torrie hung her head and went back to the women's locker room. She had liked Charlie the few times they had spoken and she wanted to make amends. Randy had to go to the ring sometime and she'd look for Charlie then. Candice had liked her too and said she'd help Torrie, they just hoped he didn't take her to the ring with him. When the other girls finally came back in they saw a distraught Torrie. "Give her a chance to calm down, they're still repairing things." Lisa said reassuringly. Torrie shook her head but didn't want to wait past tonight. Maria was less forgiving, innocent or not, and muscles or not she knew Charlie could tear Torrie apart. Without thinking twice.

Charlie and Randy were getting some more alone time in his locker room. They talked things through and came to a few agreements. He had never been willing to compromise before but he was willing to go past compromise and give her whatever she wanted. Gone were his days of self-indulgence and self-centered thinking. If he planned on growing up and acting his age, if he planned on growing old and raising a family with Charlie he had to learn the world didn't revolve around him. He had been doing well with everything until he allowed himself to crack. But everyone had moments of weakness right? Pranks and practical jokes had to remain harmless and not degrading. She didn't mind pranks or jokes as long as nobody got hurt, because then it's just plain mean.

Humility was another thing he needed to figure out. Cockiness too. Tone it down a notch. He wasn't changing for her, his financial well being required these changes, she just helped him see it. They sat in a chair and enjoyed the peace and quiet. He enjoyed just holding her and being engulfed by her scent. He had missed how soft her skin was, the way she fit into his arms, and most of all he missed feeling her body pressed into his. There was a knock on the door and Randy told the visitor to come in. Lisa apologized for the interruption and said Torrie wanted to speak with Charlie. She shook her head and Lisa stepped aside to let Torrie enter. Randy went to change as the three girls sat there in silence. Torrie had no idea where to begin, somehow I'm sorry just didn't seem right. So that's where she started.

"Look, based on a few trusted sources I believe it was an innocent…situation. I don't like it and right now looking at you pisses me off. I don't blame you, Torrie, it will just take me a little while to relax about it." Charlie said and got a smile from Randy who had been eavesdropping. Torrie shook her head and stood as did Charlie. Lisa smiled at her and thanked her for listening. Charlie saw Torrie wipe her eyes and felt bad. May not be Charlie's fault, but she was pretty sure the blond was having a rough time about this. She reached out for Torrie's hand and gave it a squeeze. They wouldn't be having brunch together anytime soon, but it was a start on the road to recovery.

When the door closed Randy reappeared and cleared his throat. "I'll be showering now, just in case you wanted to know." He winked at her and threw the towel that had been covering his assets. His vital assets. God I love that body she thought as she locked the door and joined him in the shower.