Chapter 3

Kinley's POV

Here we were in Toronto Canada. I was on the road with the man of my dreams. Randy and I have been married for almost 5 years and I have been traveling with him for the past 2 years. My best friend is Krista Hardy who is married to Jeff Hardy. She has been through a lot with Jeff and its not even close to being over with yet.

Krista and I were at the hotel watching her nieces for her older sister. Krista was born into the WWE family and well, I'll let her tell you who her family is. Anyways I could tell that something was bothering her and as her best friend I was worried. Jeff didn't work for the WWE anymore and she remained on board even after Jeff tried to convince her to go over to TNA. But I wasn't one to pry anything out of someone.

"Kinley, I don't what else to do. I love Jeff, or at least I think I do. But I can't keep living like this." Krista stated.

"Hon, you shouldn't have to live like that. You deserve so much better than that." I responded.

"I know. But how do I tell him that I want out? We barely speak to each other." Krista asked.

"The next time the two of you are in the same room, tell him. " I answered.

"If only it were that easy. Every time Jeff is home and I am home, he barricades himself in the office or in the room that he is staying in. I just have this feeling that he is cheating on me." Krista responded as there was a knock at the door.

Her sister and brother-in-law were there to pick up their daughters. Krista had a short conversation with her sister before they took the girls and left. I knew that the show was over and Randy and the rest of the crew would be heading back soon.

"Why don't we head downstairs and get a drink to relax us. Randy should be coming in soon anyways and he'll know to find us there." I suggested.

"I guess." Krista responded.

Krista and I normally don't drink. I can't really stand the taste of alcohol and I hate what it does to me. I am pretty buzzed after just one beer, so imagine what would happen if I had anything stronger than that. Krista and I headed down to the lounge and soon after arriving, my hubby, Randy and his best friend, John Cena arrived. The guys joined us with a round of drinks, none of them being a beer.

Krista went with the flow of things and downed the shot which was followed by cocktails and some very strongly spiked fruit punch. I was really starting to feel the alcohol and all I wanted was to go upstairs and have sex with my husband. As I tried to stand up, my legs felt like jello and I sat back down. Randy helped me up and we managed to get back to our room.

At that point we had left Krista with John and didn't think twice about it. After getting to our room, Randy closed and locked the door. I started to strip my clothes and just toss them wherever. Randy chuckled as he watched me. After attempting three time to get my shirt off, Randy finally came over to me and helped me out of my shirt and bra.

Randy had the look of passion in his eyes. After striping himself we climbed into bed. Randy reached down and started to play with my center which was already wet and sensitive. Randy didn't waste any time and kissed down my body as I moaned quietly. Randy finally reached my center and started flickling his tongue in and out until I reached my first climax.

"Take me over." I moaned.

"My pleasure." Randy responded.

As Randy entered me, I moaned with pleasure. He felt so good inside of me and as he started to go faster and harder I arched my back and moaned louder and louder. Randy and I climaxed together and as well laid in each others arms, I could feel his heart beating just as fast as mine. I soon dozed off with Randy's arms wrapped around me and his naked body pressed up against mine.