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Chapter Twenty-One
Year Later: Mark's Birthday

Previous Chapter:

When the music stopped, the crowd went wild cheering and screaming for a round two. Ashley caught my eye and I softly shook my head. I needed her in my arms. She said thank you and good bye to her faithful fans and left the stage. She headed straight towards me. When I could reach out and touch her, I grabbed her hand and practically drug her outside into the chilly night air.

I turned her in my arms, cupped her face in my hands, and met her eyes. "You know." It wasn't a question.

She gave a slight shrug. "I was hoping."

I kissed her. I wrapped my arms around her and plundered her mouth with mine. I kissed her until she was clutching my shirt and whimpering into my mouth.

"Mark, please." She murmured against my lips.

I knew what she wanted and with a smile, I said it against her lips. "God, I love you Kitten."

One Year Later—

The word taken has over forty definitions in the English dictionary. Three of those definitions pertain to me. The first definition was to be attracted or to be charmed. The second definition was to capture, gain, or acquire, and the last one was to be married or in an emotional or sexual relationship. There's quite a few more such as achieve or attain. Or even lay hold or reach and hold on to something or someone. But really the first three definitions best describe me and my situation. Can I really even call it a situation? Chuckling to myself, I shook my head. I would not call it a situation.

The first definition: to be attracted or to be charmed. The first time I saw Ashley, I knocked her on her ass, but I was immediately intrigued by the pint size brunette with her brandy colored eyes. The fear I so remember seeing in those soulful depths didn't attract me, but it did reach out and hold on to something deep inside my chest. That something was worry and fear for her. I wanted to fix it. Even before I truly knew her, I wanted to make the fear go away.

The first time I actually got to interact with her, I was instantly charmed by her. She didn't smile at me that first time so that wasn't what charmed me. It was just her and her personality. She didn't flirt or act coy. She just took pride in her profession. Something that always drew me to a person. She even stood up to me that day. Making me go change even though I didn't think those pictures were a good idea. She did so I changed my clothes. She was right. She was right quite a bit in the past year of our relationship.

The second definition was to capture, gain, or acquire. Ashley captured my attention, my lust, my body, my soul, my heart, my everything. She acquired it or gained through just being herself. She had taken it just by being herself. Her eyes were the first to capture my attention. Those brandy colored depths were the windows to her very heart and soul and she let everyone know that by just one look into those eyes. She captured my lust with her body. She was short, petite, little, and fragile, but she was curvy and all woman. She had the perfect little breasts that were barely the size of my palms and she had the cutest heart shaped ass I had ever seen on a woman. Her body was not a problem in my eyes. Now she captured my body the very first time we had sex. She had an appetite to match mine and I loved that she could keep up with me. And vice versa. She captured my soul and my heart by giving me hers more freely than I ever deserved.

The third and most important definition was to be married or in an emotional or sexual relationship. As of a month ago, all three of those pertain to me. The sexual relationship was established since the beginning. Not only was I 'taken' by her but she was 'taken' by me. That was a given since the day she took my pictures in the ring. I knew I wanted her then and I knew I would have her. I just didn't know or realize that it would be forever. The emotional part of our relationship I denied for as long as I possibly could. I believe that I first started to love her after that first night she spent with me in the hotel. When I ordered all that food and she insisted I pack up the leftovers to take to a homeless man the next morning. That night I started to love her. The night I fell in love with her was probably that day when I was at the gym and she called me. She was jealous that I was with another woman and she teased me that day as well. There was just something about her that I couldn't help but love. I was 'taken' by her.

As for the marriage part, well she had started to plan a wedding and she was a few weeks in to planning it too. She had booked a church and a reception hall, picked out her dress and several other little things had been taken care of. I told her I wanted her to have the wedding of her dreams because it would be her last damn wedding. Once she had my last name, I wasn't letting her go. She readily agreed and began to plan. A few weeks in, she surprised me with a trip to Vegas where we got married. I hadn't a clue that she had it planned but I loved it that way. She surprised the hell out of me and it was the perfect surprise. She has been Mrs. Mark Calaway for a month today. Today is also my fortieth-eight birthday. Feeling old for sure, but tonight I just didn't care about my age or the fact that it was birthday. Tonight I would be celebrating our one month anniversary.

For the past two months, Ashley hasn't traveled with the WWE circuit. I've missed her terribly, but for the past eight months she had been working nonstop on her calendar idea. She pitched the idea –with a few minor changes— to Vince and it was a hit. He loved the idea and immediately put her to work. So for six months straight she took picture after picture of every super star and diva in the WWE; in every situation possible. Ashley told me she lost count, not that she had been counting but if she was she would have lost count. She decided to make a calendar for each super star and diva. So that way, a fan could buy a calendar with just their favorite super star or diva.

As one of the super stars and my wife's favorite I had to endure the six hour long photo shoot. It was a pain in my ass and I don't ever want to hear anyone say that I wouldn't do anything for the love of my life because I would and do. Like pose for a calendar that women are going to use to drool over, but it was Ashley's idea and she ran with it. Vince, Stephanie, and even Paul (Triple H) all agree that the calendar was going to be a great success. Ashley did mine first and already had it hanging in her new office. Which was now located in my Texas home. Well our Texas home. I hate that she was no longer traveling with me, but she's doing something that she loves.

I have been gone for a week and because it was my birthday and our one month anniversary, I asked Vince for this weekend off and he agreed. However I think that has more do with his favorite photographer than with one of his best wrestlers. However I didn't blame him in the least. She was my favorite photographer too.

After parking in my very spacious garage, I made sure my anniversary gift was secure in the garage and I walked inside my home; our home. "Baby, I'm home." I called out.

She was in the kitchen and on me immediately upon my arrival, her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. This was the perfect way to come home and she did it every time. She found my mouth with hers and proceeded to kiss me with all the pent up frustration she was feeling. I felt it too. When we were together, we rarely went a day without either making love or having sex, hell sometimes both. These long weeks that I was gone was hard for the both of us.

She continued to smack kisses all over my face. "I missed you so so much, Mr. Calaway."

I buried my nose in her neck and inhaled. I did so miss the wonderful smell of my wife. "I missed you too, Mrs. Calaway."

She giggled before nipping my collar bone. I inhaled sharply and my arms around her tightened. "You're playing with fire, Kitten."

"Mmmm… I want to be burned." She whispered in my ear.

This time she nipped my ear lobe before licking the spot behind my ear. I growled. "Normally I would be all over you Baby, but before I fuck you on the kitchen counter, I have a surprise for you."

She instantly reeled back to look me in the eye. "A surprise for me?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"I have a surprise… or two for you."

I smiled. "You do, huh?"

She nodded eagerly and wiggled down. She gave a whistle and my eyes widened in more surprise as a medium size dog came running into the kitchen. As it or as I discovered, he got closer I recognized the popular breed. It was a white Harlequin Great Dane with black ears and black feet. He trotted to Ashley's side and sat down, tongue hanging out. He seemed to be well behaved and since he wasn't finished growing, that was definitely a good thing. He was a gorgeous dog and the way he was looking at my wife, he was going to be loyal to her.

"Do you like him?" Ashley asked hopefully.

I chuckled; more to myself than out loud. Rather I liked him or not, didn't matter. I would get over it. However I did like the loyal pup. He would be an excellent guard dog when I was away on the road. I squatted down and called the dog over to me. He gave a longing look towards Ashley, then walked over to me. I let him smell me and when he discovered I wasn't a threat, he gave my hand a lick and then nuzzled my hand. I told him to sit and he immediately sat.

"He's very well trained." I commented, looking up at my wife. I loved saying that, calling her that. And I said it often.

She nodded eagerly. "The lady at the pound—"

"You got him at the pound?" I interrupted in disbelief.

Ashley nodded again. "Yep and the lady there told me that his previous owners had him professionally trained."

"Why did they take him to the pound?" I asked, on alert for my wife's safety.

"He was too much for them to handle. He's barely a couple months old and already bigger than they thought he was going to be. They wanted an inside lap dog and Jack wasn't it."

I shook my head. "Jack? The dog's name is Jack?" I snorted at the ridiculous name for a dog.

"Yes they named him Jack. He's a good dog, Mark. Do you like him?"

There might be small trouble with him and my surprise for Ashley but I did like him. "Yes I do like him. He seems like a damn good dog, a good guard dog as well for you." I replied, signaling Jack to sit and stay before standing to my full height.

I pulled Ashley into my arms and Jack growled. I cursed under my breath. "Although that might be a problem, Kitten."

Ashley giggled and looked at Jack, who was still growling at me. He was going to have to get over that. This was my damn wife and I wasn't going to stop holding her because Jack wanted to tear me apart.

"Jack, it's okay." She told him, patting his head. The dog immediately ceased his growling and that made me growl in return. He was definitely going to be loyal to Ashley and only Ashley.

I pulled her into a kiss and I heard Jack huff out a breath. I ignored him and kissed my wife. I explored her mouth with my tongue, caressing the sensitive flesh in the warm recesses of her mouth. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck. I lifted her up by grabbing her hips and sat her on the counter. Her legs went around my waist, pulling me to her. I left her sweet lips to kiss, nip, and lick my way down her neck. I fisted a handful of her hair, giving her head a slight jerk back to expose the soft flesh of her neck to my assault.

She gasped when I nipped her earlobe. "Mark?" Her husky whisper filled my own ear and I acknowledged it with an mmmm.

"I have another surprise." She told me as I pulled the collar of her shirt off her shoulder, stretching it past repair.

"Can't it wait?" I asked raggedly.

She shook her head. "No it can't."

It was a plea and the desperate urging I heard in her voice reminded me of her surprise from me in the garage. I regrettably pulled back to look at her, but kept my hold on her hips. "You know you shouldn't do that." I teased.

Her eyes widened. "Do what?"

I pressed my hard erection into her soft core and she whimpered. I grinned. "You shouldn't get me all worked up only to cut me off." I said playfully.

Her hand reached down to rub my cock through my jeans and I moaned. Hell, I think I might have whimpered. "I'll make it to you. I promise." She whispered in my ear, her voice throaty and aroused.

I gave her a hard kiss before releasing her hips. "You better, Kitten."

She nodded and hopped down from the counter. Then she whistled. Jack looked up at his mistress before turning his head towards the kitchen entrance where four more dogs came running in. My mouth dropped and my eyes widened to the point I thought my eyes were going to bug out. Only when she got them settled in front of her did I speak.

"More dogs?" I took my eyes off the dogs to look at her.

She nodded.

"Why do we now have five dogs?" I wanted to be mad but I couldn't be. I knew what happened once she entered that dog pound. Now I just wanted to see if she confirmed it.

She looked fucking adorable. Her pink t-shirt hanging off one creamy shoulder, her hair messed up from my rough handling, and those wicked short shorts only added to the delectable package of her even white teeth biting into that sweet lower lip.

"I only planned on getting one dog and that was Jack."

I hid my grin. It was hard to hide. "But?"

"Well there was seven dogs in total including Jack. Two of them were getting homes but the other five looked so sad and lonely. I took an immediately liking to Jack here but the other four just looked so sad. So I… um told the director I wanted them all."

I was barely able to stop from laughing. She just confirmed exactly what I thought. "What did the director say to that?"

Ashley sighed. "She wanted to make sure I had plenty of space for five dogs and I told her I did. She didn't believe me until—"

She cut off, flushing furiously. "Until what?" I asked patiently.

"I told her my name."

I was only a wrestler, not an actor or singer or any other major celebrity. But in Texas, wrestling was popular and my fans did love me. So I was sure that once Ashley told the lady her name, she knew Ashley had plenty of space and money for the five dogs.

"And?"

"She asked me if I was related to Mark Calaway and I told her I was married to him. And she then started gushing over me and you, her favorite wrestler."

I chuckled softly, pulling Ashley against me. "Why do you look embarrassed, Kitten?"

She shrugged. "I don't like using my last name and the fact that I'm married to you to get what I want. It makes me feel dirty."

I kissed her forehead, looking at the five dogs lying at our feet. "Baby girl, you don't use it enough to feel even remotely dirty. In fact, I noticed that you avoid using your last name to get what you want."

She nodded. "I know and that's why I feel really bad about this time."

"Why is that?"

"Because I was glad to use the name Calaway to get what I wanted."

I smiled. A genuine smile because of her confession. She just didn't get how absolutely wonderful she was. "Remind me again, Kitten. What is it that you exactly wanted?" I urged.

She sighed and motioned towards the dogs. "I wanted the dogs. I wanted to take them home and give them a better place to live." She responded.

I turned so we were facing each other. "Why do you feel bad about giving five dogs a home? A home where they'll have plenty of space to run, plenty of food and water, and definitely plenty of love?"

She was quiet for a few minutes and I could only imagine what was going through her pretty head. She finally nodded, a smiling coming through to shine. "You're right."

I laughed. "I know I'm right." I told her. I looked around the kitchen, peering into the open living space. "I'm shocked you didn't get any and all of their cats."

She flushed again and I laughed harder. "They didn't have any cats, did they?" I couldn't stop laughing. She was so damn adorable.

She shook her head. "They didn't, but I would have brought them home too."

I kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose. "Of course you would. Now introduce me to our new family members."

We now had Cocoa, Rebel, Bear, Mia, and of course Jack. Cocoa was female and fixed. A mix between a poodle and a pug, she was a rich cocoa brown. Hence her name, Cocoa. She was a smaller dog and she almost five years of age. Her owner since birth died recently and none of the family wanted her. She was loving, sweet, and I loved her immediately. She was already on her back, wanting a belly rub.

Rebel was male and also fixed. He was a mix between rottweiler, chocolate lab, and retriever. He looked mean but he too was completely loyal to Ashley already. Ashley informed me that he was a little over two years of age and he was abandoned on the side of road. He was on the larger side, already bigger than Jack, but he seemed more laid back than the great dane.

Bear was also male and also fixed. He was a mix between Samoyed and a chow. He was all white with a few small brown dots spread out. One was on the tip of his left ear, another circled his right eye, two on his tail, one at the base and one on the tip. He looked like a smaller version of a polar bear. His tongue was purple and hanging out. He looked like he was smiling. Ashley said that he was old and on closer inspection I could the gray hairs around his eyes and mouth. His owners didn't want to watch him die. How fucking sad is that?

Mia was absolutely fucking adorable. She was a mixture of a yorkie and a papillion with the same coloring and hair as a yorkie but with the ears of a Papillion. She was fixed and fully grown at fifteen months old and she weighed all of about two pounds. She loved other animals, but wasn't for small children and that she bit a little boy. Ashley said she believes that Mia's previous family abused her. As I reached out to scratch behind Mia's ears, she flinched and started to shake. I had to agree with Ashley. I didn't believe the story about biting. If she did bite, maybe she had a good reason too.

I was squatting, giving each dog a turn, rubbing their bellies and scratching behind their ears. "How long have you had these five dogs?" Looking up I asked, noticing that all them were well behaved and already completely devoted and loyal to my wife.

She flushed for the third time and those teeth went back to biting that lower lip of hers. "Don't be mad."

I raised an eyebrow. "Kitten, I couldn't get mad at you if I tried."

She nodded. "I went to the pound the day after you left."

Both eyebrows went up. "You've had them for a week?"

She nodded.

I stood up and pulled her against me. "How are you taking care of five dogs all by yourself? Especially since three of them are almost bigger than you."

She bit down on that lip harder, grabbed my hand, and began to pull me towards the back door. "Follow me." She ordered. I commanded the dogs to follow us and the seven of us walked out the back yard. To the left was my fountains and the pool and to the right was an empty space. Well it had been empty.

"When did you do this?" I asked in disbelief. She had a huge privacy fence put in and an even bigger dog house built inside.

"The day after I brought the dogs home and I was constantly picking up poop. I thought this way the dogs have plenty of space to run and play. They have a huge house for shade and cover from the rain and to sleep. And we still have our huge back yard for entertaining and the pool too. I hired two people to help with the dogs while I'm working. Are you mad?" She replied as we led the dogs inside the privacy fence. They took off almost immediately, playing and nipping at each other's heels.

I shook my head. "I'm not mad at all, Kitten. You should know better."

She nodded. "I used my photography money. I didn't waste your money."

I growled, yanking her to me. "You know damn good and well I don't give a shit about the money."

She let out a deep breath and nodded. "So do you like it?"

I looked around the huge expanse of yard. The dog 'house' was made out of solid wood with a slanted roof. I peered inside and smiled. Five smaller dog houses were spread out with dog beds inside each one. Five water bowls and food bowls were at the opposite end. The place was completely rain proof. A huge 'toy' box was in the corner and it was over flowing with dog toys. I stepped back out in the open yard and saw that more toys were spread out all over the yard. In the corner was a large size kid pool and it was full of cold, clean water.

"I love it, Kitten. You did an amazing job."

She threw herself at me, wrapping herself around me. "I'm so glad you liked it."

"Is this my birthday or anniversary present?" I asked with a smile.

She shook her head. "Neither. That's coming a little later. It's kind of both of them together."

I nodded. "I can't wait. Now come on. It's time for your surprise."

We left the dogs outside to play in the yard and we headed back towards the kitchen and the garage. I opened the garage door and grabbed the box just sitting on the floor just inside the door. I sat the box on the counter and motioned for Ashley to see what was inside. The box wasn't closed or anything, but the tiny little thing inside was easily hidden.

Her eyes widened when she heard a tiny mewing sound. She stepped closer to the box, peered inside, and squealed. "Mark!" She reached inside to pull out a gray colored kitten with exotic markings.

"She's beautiful! I love her!"

She smacked a very loud kiss on my mouth before going back to her cat and cradling it to her chest. I pulled her back against my chest so she and the new kitten were in my arms. I nuzzled her neck and rubbed behind that kitten's ears.

"She's a Savannah."

"What kind of cat is that?" She asked, giving the little kitten kisses.

"It's a mix between a domestic cat and a serval. A serval is a wild African cat."

Ashley let out another gasp. "Is she tame?"

I chuckled. "She is very tame. She'll grow to be anywhere from twenty-thirty pounds, Kitten."

"Wow. So she should be okay around the dogs?"

I nodded slowly. "I think while she's a kitten we'll have to be careful, but when she gets to be fully grown she'll be able to hold her own just fine."

She let out a breath of relief. "What's her name? Does she have a name?"

"I've been calling her Brandy."

"Brandy?" Ashley wasn't so sure.

Grinning, I kissed her neck. "She's a lighter grayish color with beautiful brown markings. Those brown markings remind me of your eyes. They're the same burnished brandy color."

"Awww, Mark that is so sweet. I love her."

After we got the liter box set up in the mud room, her food and water bowls set up in the kitchen, and Brandy herself settled down and asleep on the sofa in the living area, we went back to the kitchen where I grabbed a bottle of water. After guzzling half the bottle, I leaned against the counter, watching my wife. She looked a little nervous and I couldn't help but wonder why. I crooked my finger and she slowly walked toward me, a grin crossing her face. Once she stood in front of me, I lowered my head until I could inhale the sweet of my wife. She always smelled good and today was no exception. Today it was honeysuckle and oranges. Must be a new body wash because I knew her body wash and this one was new.

My lips touched the silken flesh of her neck, my tongue tasting her skin. My arm came around her back, lifting her to me as primal hunger spun my head out of control. I pulled her head back, covered her lips with my own, and found the fiery heat that I loved about my wife. She exploded in my arms. A shudder rushed through her, then her hands were twining in my hair, pulling at the thick strands, and pulling my lips harder against hers.

God, she always made me feel. She was the only one that was ever able to. Made me feel things I couldn't remember ever feeling. Heat and primal pleasure and sensations I couldn't have imagined really existed. But they existed here with her in my arms, her body straining toward me, her whimper of pleasure and distress filling my ears as my tongue parted her lips and delved inside. She was fiery sweetness and spicy ice. She was mine.

I grinned against her mouth as she tried to climb into and up my body. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her and it still –a year later— never failed to surprise me. How could this beautiful, vibrant, sweet, innocent woman want me; love me. But she did and I thanked God all the time for her. More now especially because I was away from her so much. Not that she complained because she didn't. She supported me always just as I supported her. But when I was, I wanted her and it was like I wanted her every second and every minute that I was home.

"Off." My lips lifted from hers only long enough to whisk the shirt from her arms and over her head before she could react. Around the house, she never wore a bra, not that she needed them because she didn't. Her breasts were perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Then I was bending her, my lips moving unerringly for the tight, too-sensitive nipples lifting to my lips.

"Oh Mark." She arched in my arms as I sucked a nipple into my mouth. My lips drew on the tender tip, my thigh pressed between her legs, and within seconds she was pressing the aching flesh between her thighs into the heavy muscle of my leg and riding it almost frantically as I sucked at her.

"Yes." The word hissed from between her lips. "Oh yes. Do that. Just like that. Oh Mark, I missed you. I missed this."

I growled my agreement as my teeth raked over her nipple before I sucked it back, hard and hot, my tongue lashing over it like a fiery whip.

Then she was pushing me away, telling me to stop. I shook my head, and found her eyes with mine. "What's wrong, Kitten?" I asked, my cock painfully hard, but worried and fear settled in my chest. She didn't look upset or worried or even scared. So what the fuck!

"My gift to you. I haven't showed it to you yet."

She was licking her lips, bouncing from one foot to the other, and she was nervous. She shouldn't be nervous. She could give me an old boot and I would still love it. "Show me. Please."

She nodded and unbuttoned her shorts. My eyebrows went up and my dick went harder. We were both definitely interested. After removing her shorts, she stood in front of me wearing only a pair of the tiniest pair of pink cotton briefs I have ever seen. But I had seen them before so I knew that wasn't my surprise. She then grabbed the elastic on the panties and pulled the right side down just a little bit. My heart went to my throat and that painful feeling in my chest came back.

In the little over a year since I have known Ashley, I have mentioned her getting a tattoo a handful of times. She always told me maybe in the future, but the last time I mentioned it was about three months ago when I got her name tattooed on my chest, just above my heart. She said she wasn't too fond of needles so she didn't think she would ever get a tattoo. So I dropped the idea. It pained me too because I wanted my name on her as her name was on me, but I loved her and if she didn't want a tattoo I wasn't going to force her.

But right now she was standing in our kitchen in front of me, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties with what I swore my entire life savings on was a tattoo on her right side just on the inside where her pelvic bone curved. It was small, but it was there. Oh please don't let me being seeing things.

I swallowed. Hard. My dick was hard as hell and throbbing. Harder now at the sight of that tattoo. "Is that a tattoo, Kitten?"

Her teeth sunk in that lower lip and she nodded. "Are you mad?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" I asked slowly.

"Well for one you're quiet and two, you're still way over there."

Over there was only a few feet from her, but if I got any closer I wasn't sure I would be able to control myself. "I'm trying to get myself under control, Baby."

"Under control?"

I nodded, still staring at that tattoo. I could see what it was of, but I couldn't make out the words. "If I come anywhere near you right now, I'm going to fuck you until you come screaming, Kitten. I do mean screaming at the top of your lungs with pleasure."

She shivered. "Can you see what it is from over there?"

I grinned. Nodded. "It's my emblem. The Undertaker emblem." The large T like shape and the two stakes intersecting were done in light black color, but I could tell that whoever did the ink, put color in there too. However the light blue colors only brought out the tat itself. It looked perfect on her. And sexy as hell.

"Can you see what it says?" She was getting impatient. She was fucking adorable.

I shook my head. "No. The writing isn't big enough."

This time it was her crooking a finger at me. "Then come see and then you can…" She licked her lips. "Fuck me until I scream."

I growled and stalked forward. She rarely used a naughty word, but when she did it turned me on. I was going to explode the very moment I entered her tight warmth. I trailed a finger lightly over the ink and grinned. My dick throbbed harder at the words. In the stakes intersecting were two words. One said Mark and the other said Taker.

"Do you like it?"

"Baby, I love it."

"Really?" She shivered as my fingers caressed her skin.

I nodded. "Really. I just want to change one thing."

She frowned. "What?"

I tapped the T. "I want to write 'mine' down this."

She shivered and nodded. "Okay."

I pressed a light kiss on the tattoo and then on her mouth before turning her away from me and towards the sink. I made her wait. I just stood there, watching her as I took deep breaths to calm down and get myself under control. She waited too, patiently I might add.

Her patience was rewarded an instant later. My finger brushed her nape, descending downward in a slow caress, following the indent of her spine to her bottom. My mouth pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder once, then again. My hand stole around her body to cup her breast, teasing her nipple with pinches. She let her head fall back with a quiet moan.

"Don't be quiet, Kitten. I wanna hear you scream." I whispered, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. She shivered and nodded.

I released her breast and slid my hands to her hips, pressing her ass against my thick arousal. She gasped and wriggled. I gripped her pink panties on either side and ripped them from her body. She whimpered and pressed herself against me.

I ran my hands over her smooth, flat belly before going up to cup her bare breasts. I plucked her nipples, reveling in her intake of breath. I shifted, pressing a knee between her thighs until they were spread wide. Kneading my way past her ass cheeks, I paused as I reached her pussy. Wet silk. I held my breath, pressing one thick finger into her clutching heat. Any more than that and I could hurt her. She was so damn small and so tight. She groaned, her back arching.

She leaned forward to rest her elbows on the counter top. I thrust my finger deeper, releasing my own groan as her slick walls squeezed me. Damn, I needed to be inside her.

I pulled my fingers away, then reached down to unbutton my pants. As my cock sprang free, she reached back between us and closed a fist around me. I thrust myself more fully into her hand. She began to work my dick in long, firm strokes. In moments, I was pumping my hips in counterpoint, a colossal orgasm bearing down on me hard.

Just as I was about to wrench myself from her clever grasp, she stilled, releasing my dick. She delicately circled the head of my cock with one fingertip, letting out a purr as she encountered the drop of moisture that clung there. A jolt of pure animal lust shot through me, and the need to bury myself inside her overwhelmed all thought.

I wrapped a fist in her hair, grabbed my dick, rubbing it up and down against her hot slit. Slippery with her moisture, I centered myself and slid home in one long thrust, not stopping until my hips were anchored to hers.

Ashley whimpered, and her pussy fluttered over me. My balls tightened, and my cock throbbed in response, every nerve ending aflame. Desire clawed at me, urging me to move, to thrust, but she was so damn tight. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her.

"You okay, Kitten?"

She nodded and whimpered, wiggling her hips against me. "Please."

I growled. I retracted until only the head of my dick was still her and then slammed her ass back against me. She moaned again, quivering as I flexed my hips. I reached around to cover her pelvis with my hand, pressing her back toward me.

Slipping my index into her folds, I found her clit, plump and slick. I massaged it in quick, light strokes as I plunged into her from behind, settling into a merciless rhythm. Deeper, harder, each time until my pelvis slammed against her ass. My balls tightened almost painfully, ready to launch, the urge to come a grinding need.

Ashley's body tensed, and she tossed her head back. I tightened my grip on her hair as I growled low in my throat. She was close… so fucking close.

"Come for me, baby girl."

I pounded into her, increasing the pressure of my fingers. Her legs shook and her breath was coming fast. She froze, and all hell broke loose. She screamed my name on the top of her lungs, her pussy gripping my dick as she came.

All thoughts fled as my own orgasm slammed through me. Hot liquid pulsed from my swollen cock, and I shouted. Intense waves of pleasure crashed over me, rocking me on my heels. I pressed her harder against me, making sure I stayed deep inside her until I was completely drained.

I collapsed over her, pinning her between my body and the counter top, completely spent.

Hours and several more orgasms later, we were on the couch, out of breath and completely sated. The kitten had moved across the room, now sitting in a plush chair. Ashley was lying on top of me in my favorite position, her head on my chest, listening to my heart beat.

She giggled. "That was amazing." I made a sound of agreement, too tired to even speak a word. "It just always seems to get better between us." I made another sound of agreement. She giggled again. "I'm glad I got on birth control."

I chuckled at that one. "Me too, Kitten because I wouldn't have been able to stop to go grab a condom. Not this time. I wanted you just a little too much."

"So you definitely liked the tattoo." She stated it more as a comment than a question.

I squeezed her ass. "I loved the fucking tattoo, baby. I love where you put it too. But I do have one question."

"What?"

"Who inked you?" A hint of jealousy lined my voice.

"A woman named Sky. She did a good job."

A released a sigh of relief. I just didn't think I could handle the thought of another man touching her. "I agree she did. We'll go back to add mine to it."

She nodded her agreement and fell silent. I held her in my arms, my hands caressing her bare skin. She was like heaven in my arms and I didn't care who knew it. Because even though I was nothing but a big softie when it came to my wife, I was still feared and respected in the WWE world; the outside world itself. Everyone knew that I would go to any length to not only make Ashley happy but to keep her safe. She was the one thing in my world that brought me complete and utter happiness. I wouldn't trade that for anything.

"Are you excited?" She suddenly asked.

"About?"

She rested her chin on my chest, looking in my eyes. "For Wrestlemania twenty-nine."

I nodded. "I'm looking forward to it, but I've also been thinking."

"About?"

"Retirement."

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped, imitating a fish. "Really?"

"Would that upset you? If I retired?"

She shook her head. "If it doesn't upset you. But why now?"

"Well I got to thinking. I'm defending my title and my streak for the twenty-first time and I'm facing Punk because he thinks he could end it."

"Yeah, but we both know that he can't. You are the best. Not him."

I chuckled. "Thank you, Kitten. I just think that whether or not I win or lose, I think it's time for me to retire. If I win, I'll retire as the WWE heavy weight champion." I still couldn't believe I have held on to that thing for over a year now. No one else could either.

"You are the best, Mark. What do you want to do after your retirement?"

"Well I thought maybe we could do a little traveling together. Maybe you could take pictures and sell them as we travel. And maybe after a year or so of traveling, we could come back and settle down and maybe think about starting a family."

Her eyes went big as saucers. "Really?"

I touched her cheek and nodded. "I want a little girl with your eyes."

She smiled and touched my cheek in return. "I want a little boy with yours."

I grinned. "And maybe we could start our own little business."

"Oh I know what we could do."

"What?" I asked.

"We could open up a rescue shelter." Just the idea had her bouncing in excitement.

"A rescue shelter?"

She nodded. "One with exotic animals that need help getting back on their feet."

"Baby, that's awfully—"

"Expensive I know, but I've saved—" I placed a hand over her mouth, stopping her words.

"I don't give a shit about the money, Baby. It's just that it's going to be a very hard thing to do. Watching animals that are hurt and that have been abused come in. Then you have to care for them, nurse them back to health to only let them go. Not to mention the kind of license we would have to have."

She nodded. "I know, but after the dog pound, I would love to do it. There's plenty of land here in Texas that we could buy and build on. Exotic animals are in danger and need help."

She had tears in her eyes and I knew she was passionate about it. I would do anything to make her happy.

"I think it's a great idea, Ashley."

She squealed, smacking a loud kiss on my mouth. "So after Wrestlemania, whether you win or lose, you're going to retire?" She asked, just to verify.

I nodded. "After Wrestlemania. Whether I win or lose."

I won!

Author's Note: Thank you again for reading along. I had so much fun with this story that it saddens me that its over. However... I am going to write another Taker fic, but I thought maybe in the future I could do a sequel with this Ashley and this Mark. Just an idea.. Thanks Again Guys!