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Chapt. 36

CLAIRE

I rushed into the arena, barely on time. After a shower and room service lunch, I'd fallen asleep. Since a nap hadn't been in the plans, an alarm hadn't been set, resulting in me waking up with only thirty minutes until I had to be at the arena. Due to the lack of time I ended up grabbing the first pair of jeans I found and an old sweatshirt, my out-of-control curls were confined to a ponytail. In the cab on my way to the arena, I managed to apply just enough make-up to appear presentable. At least the sleepless night before had been worth the lateness and hustle required of me today.

I hurried to find my office space and get set up before Delaney got there. Tonight would be our first face to face meeting and I was looking forward to it. Tonight would also be the first of the two matches that we would be observing on this trip. From all of the tapes that I had observed on this kid, our work would be easy. I saw no need for a repackaging of his character at all and thought that he was over more than enough with the fans to make it on the main roster. In fact, I kind of felt that to repackage him would be harmful and that the fans would be more than unhappy about it. Delaney was lucking out with this assignment and it almost felt like her biggest test, as if it was a trick play to see how good she really was. Did she think that the character HAD to be redone? We shall see I thought. All I knew was that her call on this would show me just how good she was and if she was truly cut out for this job.

There was a knock at the door of my make shift office space and, assuming that it was Delaney, I called for them to just come on in. I looked up with a smile, ready to greet her, only to see that it was Nic walking in.

"My God Claire, where on earth have you been? I was worried sick and then you were late today and not answering your phone again. What's going on?"

I honestly had to fight back my laughter. He surely had to know that he was being beyond over dramatic about this whole ordeal. I shook my head and said, "Nic, I am perfectly fine so calm yourself, please. I had dinner out last night and then joined them in their room for the night. That led to me being beyond tired today, and falling asleep without setting my alarm, which is why I was almost late getting here."

"You spent the night in their room… Oh my God, you got laid?"

"Gee, don't sound so shocked there buddy."

"I didn't mean it like that and you damned well know it. I just, well you normally don't just hook up," he said, running his hand through his hair. "Believe me, it is no shock at all that a man would want you in his bed." I raised my eyebrow at him and he held his hands up, laughing. "Just saying. Wait, Claire tell me that it wasn't Joe."

I let out a heavy, aggravated sigh. "Why in the hell does everyone immediately assume that if I fuck someone it must have been Joe? No, Nic, it wasn't Joe."

"Thank God!"

"Is this the only reason you came in here, o grill me about last night?" I know I was being borderline bitchy and honest to goodness I really didn't care at this point. Damn it I was an adult and I didn't have to answer to anyone about my choices in life.

His voice softened and he said, "Actually no, I came because I missed my friend. That, and I wanted to see if you had plans for the off day we're scheduled for in Ireland?"

I shook my head, trying to calm my temper some. "No, no I haven't made any plans other than just taking things day by day."

"Well maybe you could consider spending it with me then. It's been far too long since I've gotten hang time."

"Okay," I said as a knock sounded at my door. "Come in," I called out as I smiled up at Nic.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," Delaney said as she walked into the room. "I can come back."

"No ma'am, you are not interrupting at all. I was just about to go anyway," Nic said, flashing his bright smile her way and extending his hand to her. "I'm Nic by the way. Delaney, right? Claire speaks highly of you."

She stammered and blushed and I had to fight back a laugh. I hugged him and let a giggle slip. "You have that effect on every female you see."

"All of them except the one I want to have it on."

I watched him walk out without responding. What in the world had he meant?

COLBY

I kept wondering if I was going to see her in the hallways of the arena, and I kept telling myself that it really didn't matter. There was five minutes until show time so I had resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't see her and that was okay. Then I looked up and there she was, walking toward the arena entrance with a younger girl who I could only assume was her replacement.

As she passed by me, she looked up and smiled, a blush filling her cheeks. Dear God somehow that was ridiculously sexy, knowing exactly what brought that blush on. I grabbed her by the arm and spun her back toward me, bringing her close enough so that only she would be able to hear me. "Tonight, eleven o'clock, same room?"

I let her go without giving her time to respond but I saw her duck her head with a nod and a smile. Her fingers touched her lips and I smiled too as I walked away. Yeah, tonight was definitely looking brighter.

CLAIRE

I woke in Colby's bed for the second morning in a row. Also for the second morning in a row, I was waking up naked and tangled in sheets. Unlike the morning before however, I woke up alone. I rolled over to his side of the bed where the impression of his body could still be seen and his scent could still be inhaled. The heat from his body could still be felt.

I heard the shower turn on and my mind immediately pictured him, the water running over his tanned body, his wet hair clinging to his skin. I felt that familiar heat spreading throughout my body and wondered when I'd become so sexually aware of my own self, so in need of that feeling of pleasure. Then I knew that it had started the night before, with him. I had never been that person who was so damn easily turned on, so easily ready to fall into bed, but when it came to Colby, I was just that person.

I stood nervously, walking toward the closed bathroom door. I couldn't help but to think back on that last night that I had spent with Joe, the last time I was on one side of a closed bathroom door and a man on the other. Finding similarities in that night and this moment was easy, but my gut told me that all it would take was a turn of the doorknob to shatter all of those similarities. I touched the doorknob then, wondering if it would be locked, but I felt my face flush with heat when it turned so easy.

I saw his silhouette behind the frosted shower door and my stomach tightened and I knew that I'd be ridiculously wet. There was a soft click as the door closed behind me and I saw him go still, his head tilting a bit, but no other sign that he might realize that I had entered the room. I walked slowly and yet purposely toward the shower, sliding the door open carefully, then closed it behind me as I stepped into the steam filled shower.

Without a word I let my hands find his skin, my lips finding his tattoo that trailed down the middle of his back. I let them find their way up to his neck, then his ear where I nibbled on his earlobe before whispering, "I think you may be as wet as I am."

I heard his breath hiss out between his teeth, the first acknowledgement of my presence. His body tensed but he still didn't turn to face me. "Is that so?"

"Hmmm it is sir," I purred in his ear as I ran my hands down his back, around his body, and over his chest. I let my right slide down his rugged stomach until I found him, hard and ready.

My fingers wrapped around his throbbing manhood and he groaned from a place deep in his throat. "God damn Claire." He turned then, roughly grabbing my hair, jerking my head back, kissing me harshly. "Suck me," he demanded against my lips before guiding me to my knees.

I took him back into my hand, smiling up at him as I began a slow stroke. I let my tongue skim the tip, ran it around the rim of him, before I wrapped my lips around just the head. I let my hand work him until he took my head and shoved it down onto him.

"That's it baby, take all of me."

God he was sexy as hell to me this way, all rough and demanding and still so unthreatening. I let the tip of him hit the back of my throat, gagging me. He held my head in place and began to thrust into my mouth, relentlessly hitting the back of my throat over and over, gagging me in the most pleasing way. He kept one hand on my head and wrapped the other around my throat, squeezing without hurting, as he pushed deeper into my mouth.

The first time that he had choked me I had been worried that I would freak out, that flashbacks would consume me and ruin it all. It hadn't happened though. He's given me a safe word, assured me that he wasn't going to hurt me at all, and then he'd proven it. Somehow, choking on his pulsating dick was insanely pleasurable.

As I was gagging and choking I couldn't resist rubbing myself. I could feel him tensing up and knew that he'd be spilling himself in a short time.

"Claire, fuck I'm about to fucking cum," he moaned, releasing my head and neck. "Rub my balls baby."

I pulled my mouth from him, smiling. "Choke me with your cock Colby. And your hands." I took him back into my mouth.

"But I'm about to…" I nodded at him as he realized that I wanted for him to cum right where he was, something that hadn't happened with us yet. "Fucking hell," he growled, thrusting harder and deeper against my throat until I felt that thick, and warm salty fluid shoot into my throat, hitting the back and running down.

He shot off four heavy loads down my throat and pulled out of my mouth. Without hesitation he grabbed my mouth and held it closed, standing me up. He looked me in my eyes and whispered roughly, "Swallow me." And I did.

"Such a damn good girl," he growled.

"Such a very bad, dirty man," I returned.

Then he spun me around, bent me over, and fucked me one more time.