Chapter 20
"I'm sorry..." She whispered, kissing him again, their tongues entwining together before pulling back from him again. "My god I've never wanted a man as badly as I want you." She had to walk away; she had to get out of this room before they ended up fucking each other like rabbits against the wall. Layne walked out of the room, her lips swollen, her heart pounding in her chest and went outside instead of Legacy's locker room, needing the cold night air and a cigarette.
"Hey man, are you-" Cody blinked when Randy just disappeared into the bathroom, frowning when the sound of the shower started. "What the-"
"He's probably jerking with the- I mean washing." Ted coughed hastily, looking down at Reed with a smile.
She just cocked an eyebrow.
Layne walked back in twenty minutes later just as Randy was coming out of the bathroom and bit back a groan, walking over to her daughter, and began gathering their things. Her lips weren't swollen anymore, which was a good thing because that would've been a dead giveaway. When everyone was ready to go, they filed out of the arena and went to the SUV, Reed and the boys getting in the back seat while she took the passenger and Randy was the driver. She smiled at him, seeing the dark cloudy look in his eyes and took his hand as their fingers laced together before he pulled out of the arena parking lot, heading to the hotel.
Now all they had to do was get through the rest of the night. There was feeding everyone, Reed getting her nightly bath, getting her to bed, getting Cody and Ted out of his hair. Oh man, this was going to be a long freaking night. He squeezed her hand gently, eyes on the road. He was more then tempted to pull over, but given their passengers, that wouldn't be such a good idea.
They arrived at the hotel a few minutes later, everyone going up to the suite. It was two rooms attached, Randy, Layne and Reed in one, Cody and Ted in the other. Reed would have her own room in said suite so that was a plus. Layne got Reed around, giving her bath and ordering food for everyone. While Reed was eating, Layne took a quick shower before slipping into a horizon colored nightgown that had black streaks through it and went just above the knee, bringing out her eyes. She brushed her hair out and applied more salve; glad the bruise was nearly gone so Reed wouldn't notice it in the dim lighting. She walked out, hearing Randy talking to the boys, and went to eat her chicken strip dinner, watching Wall-E with Reed.
"Wait, she's the one who came up with that nickname?" Ted asked with a snort, busy devouring a steak dinner, as were the other two, all three of them starving. "Oh man, that's just cold."
"Shut up, Teddy Bear, Reed told me about your new dancing routine. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear..."
"You throw that knife Ted and I'm going to choke you with my-"
"Steak?"
"I was going to say dinner roll, actually."
Reed fell asleep in no time, having ordered chicken strips along with her mother, who kissed the top of her head. Layne slid out of the bed and lifted Reed in her arms, running her fingers through her hair while humming the Little Star tune like she did every night. Reed was growing up so fast and she was turning eleven in two months. Her little girl was growing up so fast, it saddened Layne, but she was also proud of how Reed was turning out. Setting her gently on the bed, Layne kissed her daughter's forehead and covered her up before stepping out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind her and went to clean up their mess from dinner.
"Early bedtime, Rando?" Ted asked innocently, watching as his friend stood up, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn.
"Early? Man, check your watch." Randy shot back, knowing they weren't fooled for an instant.
"Hell, I'm going to bed too." Cody yawned, standing up and slapping hands with Randy. "Night bro." Randy looked down at his hand as Cody walked away, taking in the condom packet with a groan.
Layne was staring out the window with the lights off, watching as the rain fell outside, with her arms wrapped around herself. The reflection from the rain barely lit the room and made a water design on the walls in a pale blue. She didn't hear the door open and close, deep in thought about the past few months. She knew they were going to face Stephanie and Paul's wrath for what happened, honestly not caring. The stupid bitch deserved what she got for breaking script and slapping Layne. Nobody slapped or hit Layne without getting their ass handed to them and she proved that tonight. Layne wasn't just another pretty face and knew how to fight, how to defend herself. She'd taken self-defense classes after the rape; no man would ever get in her that position again.
Randy quietly crossed the room and rested his hands on Layne's curvy hips, ducking when she became startled and turned around all, but hearing the wind whistle as a punch flew by where his head had currently been. "It's me, baby!" He said, looking up at her, wondering if it was safe to stand straight, then his eyes landed on her nightgown, taking in the colors, then the position his head was at.
"Jesus, Randy!" She whispered harshly, pressing a hand to her chest, her heart pounding against her palm and shook her head. She could've taken his head off! Layne stared down at this gorgeous man, seeing he wasn't standing up, and watched as his tongue snaked out to wet his lips. Her body instantly lit on fire as his strong hands began massaging her outer thighs beneath the nightgown, her hands resting on his shoulders before moving to his damp hair. "Are you sore from your match?" She asked softly, wanting to make sure he had enough energy for this.
"No..." He murmured huskily, glad he had quick reflexes because she COULD have taken his head off, now there was a scary thought. He finished lowering himself until he was kneeling in front of her, running his hands down her calves then back up. "You look beautiful." Randy whispered his voice thick with barely constrained passion.
"I always look beautiful to you." She retorted softly, smirking when he nodded and melted in every spot he touched, feeling her panties instantly soak. He was going to take this slow and drive her absolutely insane! She felt him pull her closer, the rain tapping gently against the window and smiled down at him adoringly, rubbing his muscular shoulders. "Randy..." She breathed out, praying and hoping they weren't disturbed by either the boys or Reed, wanting to be completely alone with him.
If Cody or Ted disturbed them, Randy was going to see that they each faced off against Khali and Big Show, pin falls count anywhere and no DQ. Though considering Cody had slipped him a condom, he figured the little man was going to be steering clear of the bedroom. Smart boy. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down, watching as she stepped out of them, not going to remove her nightgown; it was sexy.
He didn't want to wait, thank god because if he did, Layne's body was going to go on strike. She hadn't had sex in around two years, the last man nothing compared to Randy. He was perfect, strong and powerful, yet gentle to the touch and she loved his hands. They were so big and caressed her in ways no other had before. Layne stared down at him, her eyes growing nearly black, and stepped back with a smirk on her lips.
"You know," She began in a sultry tone of voice, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I don't believe I ever gave you a lap dance." Her pink tongue snaked out to run across her lips, wetting them again. "Would you like one?"
His eyes were firmly fastened on her tongue, groaning in disappointment when it disappeared back into her mouth. Tease. Then her words penetrated his foggy mind, wondering if he could HANDLE a lap dance without embarrassing himself. Deciding to tempt fate, he flashed a wicked smirk of his own and sat down, patting his lap.
Slowly moving toward him, Layne stared into his dark blue eyes, which were normally mystic and ran her nails down his chest before spinning around, her back to him. Her hands ran up her body, the nightgown going with her, flashing her bare, pert ass to his vision before dropping it back down again, rubbing it against his crotch. Her back pressed against his chest, head resting on his shoulder, and ran her hand to massage the back of his neck with a soft moan. She could feel his arousal and that just heightened her desire more, her eyes drifting shut, slapping his hands away when he went to touch her. This was a lap dance, he couldn't touch her, but she could do whatever she wanted to him, a smirk spreading on her full red lips.
Given that he wasn't paying for this and they weren't in a club, Randy thought he ought to be allowed to touch her. A low growl escaped his lips when she slapped his hand away again, deciding to play nice for the moment. There was nothing he could do however about his hips involuntarily arching up when she brushed against him, knowing he was going to have to cut this short if they were actually going to make it to the bed.
Layne turned around and ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it and straddled his lap before passionately kissing him, pressing her body against his and began grinding against him. "You were amazing tonight." She murmured, her lips moving from his down his cheek to his ear, squealing out in surprise when she was on her back a second later, him hovering over her. "Take me." Layne whispered pleadingly, not caring how she sounded right now and moaned when his lips captured hers again, caressing his chest with her hands. She loved the feeling of his skin, his strong muscles, and absolutely adored the tattoos that covered him from wrist to shoulder.
He loved a woman who could be a lady outside the bedroom, but not afraid to act like a total, well slut, in the bedroom, so long as it was for HIM only. "You want me?" He demanded huskily, grabbing her wrists in one hand and pinned them over her head, bending down to kiss her passionately. His tongue coaxed her lips apart, deepening the kiss, his knee moving to part her legs.
"No..." She shook her head frantically, seeing the surprise in his eyes, her own locking with his. "I NEED you, Randy. There is no want anymore. I NEED to touch you, to feel you; I NEED you inside of me." She was emphasizing the word need to get it through his head, her thighs and legs spreading before his knee barely touched hers. "Randy..." Her neck arched as his lips caressed her neck, twisting her wrists in his hand, trying to get them free and growled when he kissed her harder. "Fuck me."
"Mmmm...You NEED me to fuck you..."
Randy had gotten the point loud and clear; kissing a fiery trail down her throat, using his free hand to start removing her nightgown, refusing to let her loose. She had tormented him, now it was his turn to return the favor. He NEEDED to torment her, make her feel everything he had.
"Please Randy..." She groaned out, arching her back against him, bending her knees, feet pressed against the bedding. "Yes, yes I need you...you're driving me insane. Every time you're in the ring, every time you look at me, every touch, every whisper, every kiss...I wanted you the moment I saw you in that club. You're the only man who can make me wet with one touch, one look." She cried out softly, glad she'd put on a movie for Reed to drown out their lovemaking sounds, knowing he was going to torture her. "Just let me touch you, Randy, and you can do whatever you want to me."
