The slight drizzle left the otherwise blacken asphalt on I-95 glistening under the shine of the street lights. The windshield wipers trailed back and forth at a steady rhythm as the Ford Explorer made its journey south. Baltimore, Maryland had become a home away from home, and neither of the truck's occupants could explain how in the hell that happened.

Randy Orton had never been a settle down, one-woman-man kind of guy. But there was something about Parker that was different. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to any other women, but, somehow he knew other women wouldn't do the same thing for him that Parker did. By no means was Randy interested in marriage or babies and he wouldn't even go so far as to say that he loved her, yet. He just opted not to see anyone else, because somehow he knew that he'd never be able to replicate what he already had.

He still couldn't pinpoint what it was about her that he was most attracted to. Most people that saw them together thought they were grossly mismatched. He was tall and muscular and took pride in parading around in his tight little wrestling trunks, showing off his God given assets. He was sexy as a motherfucker, with his dark hair and beautiful blue eyes, and he damn well knew it. Looking at him no one would think that he would have just one serious relationship and then definitely not with a girl that looked liked his did. But, Randy was Randy. He did what he wanted, fuck what everyone thought or said. He may have gotten around, but he knew a good thing when he found it. And it was because of that reason that it just so happened, his dick only had one person's name on it. Parker Sutton.

Parker had an endless list of amenities that Randy enjoyed. Standing at only five foot four inches tall, with long dark brown hair and brown eyes, she was easily an attractive woman; especially with her plump lips and a beautiful smile and that infectious laugh that made everyone laugh along with her. She had what Randy would consider an amazing rack, measuring in at a size triple D. Her chest often diverted his attention and was one of the reasons that they couldn't seem to get anything else done but each other when he was around. But, despite all of those pluses, Parker was also considerably overweight.

At two hundred eighty-five pounds, she was absolutely perfect for Randy. Her weight was secondary; he just liked her that much. Even from the first time he saw her, he didn't notice her size…the size of her chest, yes, but the rest of her… not so much. She was everything that Randy wanted in a woman; sexy, confident, a smart ass, witty, funny, and charming. She was the only woman he knew that could go round for round verbally with him and not be offended or put off from some of the foul shit that he said. Being with Parker reminded him of being with Cena… only they didn't argue and he could fuck her. Having John Cena as a best friend was good. But having Parker as a…whatever she was, was just that much better.

"Why the fuck you smiling like that?" Randy glanced over at Jeff Hardy, knitting his brow trying to figure out the reason for his Kool-aid grin. He had been smiling like that since before Randy hung up the phone with Parker. It was one thing to be joked for being somewhat endearing, he couldn't help it. Parker brought that out of him. But it was something completely different to be sitting next to a man who was staring at him and grinning like a fucking idiot.

"Nothing." Shaking his head, Jeff smiled happily and reclined in his seat. "You wanna massage, Pooh?" He teased in a voice mocking Randy's. "You really like her don't you?"

"Yeah. And?" If it was one thing Randy hated it was to be made fun of about Parker. He couldn't help it. Randy Orton was not an affectionate guy; it just wasn't in his makeup. He could be a real dick and would never be confused with the fuzzy, cuddly type. But there was something about Parker that made him use terms of endearment, even if it was usually followed by a sexual innuendo. She liked it and fuck…she was his Pooh Bear. Where the name came from? He had no clue, but it worked so he stuck with it. "Like you don't talk to your girl like that."

Jeff cut his eyes at Randy and stared poignantly. "I ain't you."

"Speaking of your girl…" How could he put it? There was a tactful way to say something and then there was the Randy way. Unfortunately, Randy Orton wasn't tactful; he was brutally honest, almost to a fault. That was the one quality that almost everyone admired about him. "You knockin' her down, yet?"

Shaking his head in disgust, Jeff turned to look out of the window. "I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just ask me that."

"I'm gonna take that as a no." Scoffing, Randy shook his head and concentrated on the dark, rain slicked road in front of him. "That's fucked up."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Shrugging Randy curled up his lips to try to stop his smile. Jeff wasn't the only one who could talk shit. "I'm just sayin'…y'all been together for a minute. I dunno know…" He offered a slight shrug and tried to look as innocent as possible. "That shit was good. You might wanna try it out for yourself."

"Shut up, Orton." He knew what Randy was doing and he knew better than to fall for it. But Randy had a way of being a prick that just couldn't be ignored. He wasn't being malicious, but still, he was being Randy and sometimes that was just as bad.

Glancing over to take in Jeff's expression, Randy knitted his brows. "Well it was, shit. What the fuck you waiting for?"

Having this conversation was going to be a bad idea. But with two hours left riding together, Jeff knew Randy wasn't going to drop it. "If you must know, I'm waiting until the time is right."

Randy looked at Jeff in utter disbelief. He couldn't believe that after months of dating Avery, he was still waiting for the right time. "What the fuck does that mean? Anytime your dick gets hard, it's the right fucking time." It wasn't like Randy was a dog, but abstinence wasn't something he believed in. What was the point? He knew Jeff and he knew Avery; there was no reason for them not to be getting down. "It ain't like she's virtuous or some shit. I fucked her after, what, two hours?"

"If you keep talking about that, I'm gonna punch you in your fucking mouth."

Randy's lips formed his trademark smirk as he made it a point to look out the front window. "Does it bother you that I fucked your girl?"

"Only when you bring it up." Jeff wasn't the jealous type, but Randy was Randy. He had roomed with Randy before and there was no telling what in the hell he and Avery did in that hotel room that night. "Does it bother you that Cena fucked yours?"

Shaking his head, Randy dismissed the question. "Nah. It's like a trade off. I fucked her friend, she fucked mine. I ain't mad."

"It ain't like I don't want to. Believe me, I do. But shit…I wanna make sure she knows that ain't all I want." Cocking his head to glance at Randy, Jeff couldn't help but to throw in a cheap shot. "I wanna make sure she knows I ain't nothing like you. I want her to feel wanted, not like I just want that."

Randy was convinced that Jeff was turning into a fucking chick, right there in the truck. He was putting a stop to that bullshit, with the quickness. "What the fuck are you talking about? You want her to know she's wanted? Bend her ass over when you walk in the door. Don't give her time to say shit…just fucking do it. She'll know you fucking want her."

The sad part was Jeff knew that Randy meant every word of it. "Why in the hell is Parker with you? She's so sweet and smart…what the fuck does she possibly see in your ass?"

"She's with me because I keep her dicked down. She knows I got the good shit. What the fuck you think she's getting when I walk in the door? We'll have plenty of time to talk later, but some things need to be taken care of first. She knows the deal."

Rolling his eyes and letting out a frustrated grunt, Jeff tried to think of how to explain it. "I just want it to be more than that. I want her to feel like it's special."

"That shit is special. It's special dick. It's that, 'I ain't seen you in a minute', fuck. That's some special shit." Jeff was ruining it for men everywhere. Special did not have to involve flowers and shit like that. Why didn't he understand that? "Hand holding and all that bullshit is fine, when you're on a fucking Summer's Eve commercial. But in real life, you want your girl to know she's special, just fucking take her. Sometimes, they want romance and other times, they just want a man to be a fucking man. I ain't saying that other shit don't have a place, but it ain't all there is. A good, hard fuck works just as well as fucking sonnet."

Why was Jeff friends with Randy? They were on completely opposite sides of the spectrum. Randy was a decent person, but he had a tendency to act on impulse and not think things through. It worked for Randy, but Jeff wasn't that type of guy. He was a man that lived in his own head. He was conscious and considerate, he was thoughtful and introspective. But Jeff was also a dreamer and often had this unrealistic idealistic outlook on life. To him, things were simple; there was a way to approach everything. And right now, Randy's approach was just fucking wrong. "You sound like Jack the fucking Ripper."

"I ain't trying to take nothing that nobody ain't trying to give me." If it was one thing Randy knew, it was women. He held them in the utmost regard and respected the hell out of them. But, he was also a firm believer that a man was only going to do what a woman allowed him to do. And as long as Parker allowed him to put it her, he was more than happy to accommodate. He was just trying to help his friend out. Jeff too, should be enjoying as much ass as possible. All he had to do was to pick up what Randy was putting down. "It's like this; Avery's the kind of chick that's use to getting laid. You ain't laying the pipe, she's getting antsy. Taking your time and all that shit, works with some chicks. Not your girl."

"But the moment…"

"Fuck the moment! Make your own fucking moment. You passed up how many, already? Shit man, you got three days...three fucking days and then you ain't gonna see her again, until when? Would you rather spend your time off doing what you want, or sitting there looking at her ass with fucking blue balls?" He knew no matter how he tried, he wouldn't be able to convey it. It made sense to him, and though Jeff could be a wild boy, when Jeff felt like he was doing the right thing, there wasn't much that could change his mind. "You need to stop being a fucking pussy, and tell that girl that you want her. Cause I'll tell you like this… The longer you wait, the longer you're holding open the door for a motherfucker like me, to walk right through it. And believe me, dudes like me, don't pussyfoot around it. We see that a chick's frustrated, we're right there with a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry on and a rock hard cock."

He had a point, Jeff couldn't deny it. And it wasn't that Jeff had never gone after someone he wanted before, but Avery was different. She might've had that tough girl exterior, but she was because she was insecure as hell on the inside. She had everything going for her. She was smart, beautiful, fun, funny, but somehow for Avery, that wasn't enough. She was use to being a one night stand. She was use to being used and she constantly allowed it, because she just wanted someone to want her, not for what she could give them, but just for the person she was. Jeff wanted to be that person for her, but at the expense of their new relationship, he wasn't so sure. "She talked to Parker about it?"

"You know how chicks are."

"What'd she say?" Jeff really didn't want to hear the answer. Was he really causing Avery that much stress? Here all he wanted was to show her that he was different than the type of guy she normally dated. He wanted to show her that he'd wait as long as she wanted and that sex wasn't a big deal to him. He was convinced he was doing the right thing. But if she was talking to her best friend about it, then perhaps it was a big deal to her.

He might as well come clean. He was going to get his ass chewed out for saying something anyway. Randy let out a sigh and turned his head in Jeff's direction. "That she thinks there's something wrong with her because you don't want her."

"That's bullshit!" Why would she think that? Had he done something to make her believe there was something wrong with her? She had enough insecurity about her weight and her chest size and here Jeff was adding to the problem. "That's not the reason."

"You know that. I think you're a fucking pussy, personally. But that's what your girl thinks. Just talk to her. Tell her what's up."

This was supposed to be three days with Avery, hanging out and having fun. Now Jeff was going to have to have a serious talk with her and find a way to do it without incriminating Randy and Parker. And to top it off, he was now taking relationship advice from Randy Orton. The world was definitely coming to an end. Shit. "I'll talk to her about it. We only got three days together. I ain't saying it's gonna happen, but if it does, I'll explain why I've been waiting."

"Shit…three days? Parker'll be lucky if she can fucking walk by the time I leave." So it was written, so it shall be done. Randy was a man with a plan and if Jeff and Avery never got down, he didn't give a rat's ass. He knew that when he got to his girl's house, that shit was on. It didn't matter what anybody thought about them being together, or about how Parker felt about her weight. Randy's way to show her she special worked for them. He wanted it, she wanted it and neither of them would expect or accept anything less.