Chapter Twelve

THIS IS A MATURE CHAPTER! DON'T SAY YOU WEREN'T WARNED!

After yesterday's incident at the bar, I was able to sleep a bit more than I had been the night I first found out about the attacks. God, it's only been three days but it feels like a life time. I wake up in the middle of the night, slowly swinging my legs over the side of the bed and looking at the clock. It's only 3:40 in the morning. We got back so late that we didn't go by and pick Louis up because everyone was asleep and we didn't want to bother Mark. I splash some water onto my face and look back in the mirror. Chris is standing behind me. "When you got out of bed and I didn't see you close the door I was afraid you were going to puke. So I walked in here to help if you were."

I shake my head, "No. Just couldn't sleep. Sorry."

He rubs my shoulders, "Are you okay? You've been quiet recently."

For an instance I want to tell him, I want to talk about what has happened between Wade and I, how I know he and the rest of the NXT boys are the ones who hurt everyone. But I can't. If I told him then he would be disgusted with me. He would hate me. "I'm just a little…off kilter. I guess it's just getting use to being on the road. I haven't been on the road in so long and I'm trying to get back in the habit of it…"

He smiles, kissing my neck. "Well, you'll get use to it. Just don't shut me out okay?"

I giggle, "Okay, okay."

"Now, what would it take for you to go back to bed would you?" Chris asks, staring at me in the mirror. I can see him looking at me through the mirror. He looks handsome, his eyes clouded and dark with lust. His hands on my hips and face nuzzling against my neck is enough to drive me crazy. But that look. That one look and it's like the first time all over again. I turn, putting my hands on his hips. "Depends on whose rooming next to us."

"I think Orton and Cena are on one side and Davie and Tyson are on the other." Chris smiles, "I'm sure they won't mind."

We walk back into the bedroom and he takes off his shirt, smiling at me."Like what you see?"

I smile, "Maybe. You're pecks are pretty hot but you're a little flabby in the tummy."

He walks over to me and wraps an arm around my hips and presses his hips to mine, his loins almost fused to my thighs. "Flabby?" he huskily kisses my ear and licks just behind it. "I'm anything but flabby."

He runs his hands up under my shirt and I can feel him unhooking my bra. Soon both articles of clothing are laying at our feet and he nips down on my clavical before moving his head down to my breasts. He takes one in his mouth, licking and laving at it while playing with the other one. I toss my head back and sit on the edge of the bed while he straddles my hips. He changes so he's sucking on the other breast and gently pinching the other and rolling it in small movements. I toss my head back and moan. We haven't done this in a while so every sensation he's sending down my spine feels so good. He finishes paying close attention to my breasts and smirks, "You're wet aintcha?"

"Very, very wet," I moan as I move against him. We still have our pants on but I can feel his denim clad erection press against me.

"Good," he pushes me flat on my back and stands up, taking off his jeans and black boxers. He's always been big and thick and even as he gets older this doesn't change. I lick my lips and he smirks, "How do you like me now?"

"Your good down there, always have been." I murmur as he straddles my hips again.

"Want me in you?" Chris asks, rubbing against me though he knows I'm still wearing my red cotton pajama bottoms and my black panties underneath that. If there's one major thing Chris is, it's a tease.

"Please…please…" I beg him, moaning against his neck as I lick down his neck.

He takes my pants off and moves his hand down my underwear, "Oh…oh god…Chris…touch me please…"

"Nuh uh, not yet." he teases me open with one of his fingers and then proceeds to move it deep inside of me. I toss my head back, moaning for him to use me. "You like how that feels?"

I moan, bucking my hips against his hand. "Oh yes…yes…"

He laughs and moves his fingers, taking off my panties in the same fluid movement. "Now we're on an even playing field."

I wrap my arms around him, my hands resting in his blonde hair. "Shouldn't…shouldn't you put on a condom?"

"We're a married couple, I don't need to put on a condom," Chris smiles.

I nod as Chris enters me, "Yes…oh god yes…."

He moves hard and fast, the way that we've always made love. He rolls so I'm on top of him, hands pressed on either side of his head and against the pillow. Our lips lock and he pants, "Baby…I'm…I'm gonna…"

"Shhh, it's okay…" I moan, burying my face in his shoulder and gently nipping down as I achieve the pinnacle of pleasure.

Chris lets out a strangled cry, tossing his head back and arching into me. I roll of the top of him and lay there, panting. "Meghan…"

"Yeah?" I pant.

"Maybe we should send Louis to visit with our friends everyday."