Ok everyone! Here is the chapter I think you've all been waiting for!

I do not own either song in this chapter. The Hurricane is owned by 30 Seconds to Mars and Scream is owned by Usher.

I don't own the characters either, obviously.

WARNING – there is mature content in this chapter, so if you are not all about that, you may not want to read!

Chapter 25

Trish stretched in the ring, preparing for her training session with Phil, John, Beth and Nattie. It had been two weeks since she had last spoken to Randy. After she walked out of the bar that night, she cut off all contact with him. He needed to know that he hurt her and he needed to be the one to make amends. But two weeks had passed and he'd made no attempt to reach out to her…he actually has done quite the opposite. He's walked by her on countless occasions without a word, or even a look.

"Hey there baby girl." She was pulled out of her thoughts to find John rolling into the ring. "How are you holding up?"

Trish nodded and looked down, "Ok I guess….has he reached out to you yet?"

John shook his head and looked down dejectedly, "Nope. But I've heard stories."

Trish cringed. "I shouldn't have given up on him. I should be in his face every single day trying to make a difference. I'm a terrible friend…Sam stuck by his side when he was like this before. What does that say about me?"

"Trish, stop it. First of all, you haven't given up on him. Have you not thought about him every single day since you walked out of that bar?"

Her head fell as she sighed, "Every second of every day."

"Well then, you still care and you're still worried. And to be completely honest with you, Sam may have stuck around last time, but he wasn't nearly as bad back then as he is now. Back then he'd only have a few nights a week where he was drunk or messed up on pain killers. But there were quite a few days where he was sober…but man, he was an angry son of a bitch! But now? Now, he's drunk every single night, coupled with his anger…he's a ticking time bomb. And to be honest, upper management has gotten wind of this as well. If he doesn't shape up and soon, Vince is going to step in and do something about it."

Trish nodded…this should be the last thing on her mind right now. Tonight was the Royal Rumble and she was going to win the women's championship back. It was going to be her eighth title reign and all she could do was worry about Randy and how bad he's going to be tonight, as they were in St. Louis for the show. This is the first time Randy's been home since the night he left the hospital. And she had no idea if he had even tried to contact Sam, or if Sam had tried to reach out to him.

"Well, I do have something that could hopefully cheer you up…I found her out in the parking lot and knew she'd be able to help you."

Trish looked up at John with a confused look on her face. "What?"

"What's up bitch?"

Trish turned to find Amy making her way into the ring. Trish's eyes lit up immediately and she jumped up, practically throwing herself on Amy and into a hug.

Amy laughed, "I missed you too!"

Trish pulled out of the hug; she was almost in tears, she was so happy to see her. "Oh my God! What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? My best friend is about to win the title back! I couldn't miss this for the world…and…we're all set for Wrestlemania! Stephanie called and we agreed to the terms! I'm actually here to sign the contract tonight!"

Trish gave Amy another hug, she was so happy she could almost cry. "So, what's the story? When do you come back to action?"

"At the Elimination Chamber…just as we discussed. Beth will get her redemption title shot match against you and Nattie is going to come down for the double team. I'm going to run out for the save. Then I'm going to do two other Raw's leading up to Mania…the Raw right after Elimination Chamber where they promised me a match against Beth, and the Raw leading into Mania."

Trish smiled "That's really great Ames!"

"Hey ladies! Look's like the team is all here!"

Trish, Amy, and John turned to see Beth and Nattie heading to the ring. John raised his hand, "Um…just for the record, I don't feel I should be categorized as a lady!"

Phil started walking down the ramp at this point as well. John noticed him almost immediately. "Oh thank God you're here man! The estrogen in this ring is starting to suffocate me!"

Phil jumped in the ring, "It looks like Trish found herself a partner!" He walked over to Amy, "Come here girl, it's been a while!" He gave Amy a hug that surprised Trish. She didn't realize they were that good of friends.

"Well, we gain a lady and we lose a man. But have no fear ladies and gentlemen; I have recruited a new individual to assist with the training efforts. "Hey Jerky! Get your ass down here!" He yelled up to the back of the arena.

Chris Irvine, better known to the wrestling world as Chris Jericho, came jogging through the curtain. Trish became even more excited when she saw Chris. It was like the old band was back together! He'd been back on Raw for a few weeks, but with all the drama Randy had brought into her life, she didn't have time to catch up with him.

Chris jumped in the ring and gave both Amy and Trish hugs. "Oh how I've missed you two!" All three of them felt the same camaraderie they had from years ago. "I can't believe you four are actually going to be in a TLC match this year at Mania! That is so fucking hardcore I love it!"

All of the ladies laughed and smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride. "Alright, let's get going here. We've got a lot to cover and not too much time since it's such a big show tonight."

Amy and Trish walked quietly back to the Divas locker room after their training. Both of them decided to go through a table during practice and both of them were already feeling the effects.

"I can't wait to take a nice hot shower." Trish mumbled as they walked in.

"Hey girls!" Barb had just gotten out of the shower when she saw them come in. "Amy, it's so great to have you back! Even if it only is temporary!"

Amy smiled, "It's nice to be back! And I'm excited to see Trish win the title tonight too!"

Barb nodded, "So, does that mean you ladies are down for a celebration tonight? We're going to be hitting a club after the show…it's going to be a blast!"

Trish shook her head, "Oh, I don't…." Amy interrupted immediately, "Absolutely! We'll both be there!"

Barb smiled, pulling on her clothes. "Yes! That's what I'm talking about! We've been trying to get Trish out with us for months now! Who knew all I needed was to get Amy in town? I'll see you girls in a bit! I gotta go find Eve."

Trish threw Amy a look once Barb left.

"What? Come on Trish! You need a night out with the girls! John told me about what's going on with Randy…you need to get your mind off of him."

Trish sat down on a chair and gave Amy a defeated look. "I can't Ames. He's a mess…and he's pushing everyone away. It's amazing…at one point in time, we were extremely close and now he's like a complete stranger. He can walk by me without saying a word, without even a single acknowledging look. And it's like, this man that I knew so well…who knew me inside and out, can now walk past me, and just see right through me."

Amy gave Trish a sympathetic look and gave her a hug. "Look, I know this is hard on you…and you feel like a terrible person because you think you gave up on him. But, you need to know that sometimes it takes people walking away to make a difference. I guarantee Randy misses both you and John. Randy has to want to be better for himself…not for you or for John. He's standing at a crossroad right now in his life and he needs to make a decision. He can stand and fight and face the troubles staring him in the face, or he can avoid his troubles and take the coward's way out. Now, I think you and I both know Randy well enough to know he's not a coward. He'll find the bravery he needs to let someone in. And when he does, you and John will be there to welcome him back with open arms…because that's what friends do."

Trish started crying, she had been so lonely these past two weeks. It felt so good to have Amy there with her. She didn't realize just how much she missed her until she actually got to talk to her in person.

"Ah! Please don't cry!" Amy said, chuckling as she gave Trish a hug. "Can you just promise me one thing?"

Trish laughed, "What?"

Amy looked her in the eyes, "Can you just admit to me and to yourself that you have feelings for Randy?"

Trish threw her a shocked look. "What? No I don't! We're just friends! I've told you this already!"

Amy smiled coyly at her, "Yes, you have mentioned it…many times now if I do remember. However, you also admitted that you find him attractive!"

Trish started blushing, she had forgotten about that conversation. "So?"

"So Trish, I see how upset you are with what's going on with him. I know you! You've seen your other friends destroy their lives and you never broke down into tears over them!"

Trish knew what Amy said was true. She had watched both Matt and Jeff struggle with substance abuse problems and she was never brought to tears over it. It's not that she wasn't worried sick about them, because she was. And she was equally as close with them as she was with Randy. The difference between the two was that she was starting to develop feelings for Randy. But she was able to keep those feelings in check, to the point where she wouldn't act on them. However, admitting those feelings to Amy, would allow them to surface, which she desperately did not want.

She tried to throw Amy off track, "I would if it was you."

Amy gave her a bewildered look, "What?"

"If you had substance abuse issues, and I watched you destroy you life, it would bring me to tears…because you're like a sister to me."

Amy smiled at her sentiment, though she knew what Trish was trying to do. She dropped the conversation though. She knew it was only a matter of time before Trish would crack and break down.

No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget
No matter how many lies that I live I will never regret
There is a fire inside of this heart in a riot about to explode into flames
Where is your god? Where is your god? Where is your god?

Randy sat in an unknown dive bar about two miles from the arena, listening to the song playing on the jukebox. The song couldn't describe how he felt any better. He had picked a bar he'd never been to before to protect his anonymity, and being in his hometown, that was nearly impossible to do.

He'd been avoiding everyone for weeks now. The calls from Sam had finally stopped a few days prior. It took her a week to get it through her thick skull that he didn't want to talk to her. His parents had tried calling as well…not nearly as frequent as Sam, but at least every other day. Then there was John and Trish. He was still so angry with them from that night in the bar. Granted, he barely remembered what they talked about, but he remembered enough of it to get the gist.

The promises we made were not enough (Never play the game again)
The prayers that we have prayed were like a drug (Never gonna help me here)
The secrets that we sow we'll never know (Never sing a song a second time)
The love we had, the love we had, We had to let it go
(Never giving in again, never giving in again)

He thought about Trish momentarily and felt bad for hurting her. He had walked by her countless times in the arena these past few weeks and acted as if he didn't see her. But he did…he saw her face every time he walked by and it killed him. He saw the tears that threatened to fall the first time he ignored her. He saw the anger boiling out of her the second time he ignored. And the last time he saw her, broke his heart. Because the last time he passed her, she treated him the same way he treated her. She acted as if she didn't even know him. That hit him hard.

She was set to win the title tonight. It was a huge night for her and he should be there to share it with her. Instead he couldn't get past the hole in his heart for Alanna, and he was stubborn as hell to even attempt to apologize to Trish. And the stories making their way around the locker room – he's heard them all. The number of women he supposedly slept with has hit double digits. But what people don't know is what goes on behind closed doors. People don't know that most of the nights, he passes out before they even get to first base.

And the nights where he doesn't pass out, he can't stop thinking about Trish long enough to even advance past second base. What he found strange was that in these two weeks, he never found himself missing Sam…she had betrayed him so badly that all the anger and bitterness he deflected on his friends was because of her. But he never found himself thinking about Sam…he only ever found himself thinking about Alanna and about Trish and that was it.

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

Trish and Amy entered the club shortly after 11 PM. From the talk going around backstage, everyone was going, so she expected to see a lot of familiar faces. The music was pumping loud and the club was packed with people. She had to admit she was somewhat excited to be out at a club. She hadn't danced in a long time…too long actually. If anything, she was just going to enjoy herself and hang out with Amy just like it was old times.

They made their way over to the bar and ordered a shot and a drink. Amy smiled at her, "Cheers…to your 8th title and to making history at Wrestlemania!" Trish smiled back, "Down the hatch!" They took the shot of tequila with ease, as if they never missed a beat. Trish checked Amy out and smiled, "Girl, you look so hot in that dress I'm ready to take you home!" Amy smiled and laughed. She had on a simple snake skin print dress. The dress was strapless with a plunging sweetheart neckline and ruche bodice. She finished the look with black stiletto strappy sandals.

"Not compared to you! If every guy doesn't hit on you in here tonight, it's only because I'm beating them off you with a stick! You look so sexy it's ridiculous!"

Trish smiled at Amy as she smoothed her skirt. She had decided to wear a halter top with a deep plunging neckline that V'd all the way down to her bellybutton. She wore a tight, sequined, red miniskirt. She finished her look off with a pair of black 5" pumps.

"Look over there…there's John and Phil!" At a table off in the distance, John and Phil sat, along with Matt, Beth, Brie, and Nicki. As they began to cut through the crowd to join them, Trish noticed Randy in the V.I.P section with two women draped on him. She quickly turned her head, pretending that she didn't see him. She didn't know if he saw her or not, she assumed he wouldn't care regardless. She wasn't going to let him ruin her night though…so as long as he stayed in V.I.P land, she'd be fine.

Randy noticed Trish the second she walked in the club. It was hard not to…she looked absolutely amazing. She never had flaunted her body off before but tonight was a different story. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. The plunging neckline that lay perfectly on each breast made his heart beat uncontrollably. The dirty thoughts of what he wanted to do to her started running through his mind.

He watched as she pretended to ignore him as she walked by. He knew she saw him and a ping of hurt hit him as he realized he wasn't going to receive her knockout smile or even hear her sweet laugh tonight.

By midnight, everyone had pretty much arrived. Stephen, Cody, Chris, Nick all came together, most likely after the Royal Rumble match had ended. Stephen had won the rumble this year and everyone had congratulated him and bought him rounds of shots.

Trish was feeling pretty good by this point. Amy kept the shots coming and both of them had let loose for the most part. "Trish!" Amy screamed above the music, "Let's go dance with Barb!" She pointed to where Barb was dancing. She had Eve down there with her. Trish nodded as they both made their way down.

The four of them were quickly surrounded by a group of guys on the dance floor. Two of the guys were actually very good looking and while the other two were cute, they seemed to be the epitome of male pigs. Unfortunately, they took interest in Eve and Amy. Within minutes, they tried making their advances on both Eve and Amy. Amy was very polite with them even though she could probably take them both out. The creep tried moving his hands up her thighs and she would simply push them back down.

Eve didn't have to push the other creep off her as Phil and John came up for the save. Phil started dancing with Amy, while John rescued Eve by pulling her into him. Trish smiled as she watched them all dance. The two other guys were still hanging around, dancing with Barb and Trish but being way more polite with their advances.

"Hi I'm Scott." The one said as he danced with Trish. She smiled, "I'm Trish."

"You're also gorgeous."

Trish laughed, "Thanks, but a little cheesy."

He laughed, "Yeah, my pick up lines normally are. How about I go with a classic one…can I buy you a drink?"

She nodded, "Better. Yes, I would love one."

They talked at the bar for about an hour before deciding to go back to the dance floor. She had learned that Scott was originally from Florida, but moved to St. Louis a few years ago. He was 38 years old, tall, probably at least 6 foot, with blonde hair and beautiful green eyes.

They joined Phil and Amy, Eve and John, and Barb and her male followers on the dance floor. By this point, everyone was feeling very good. Trish could honestly say that she was drunk. Her vision was starting to get hazy and things with Scott were starting to get hot and heavy.

As 'Scream' played over the speakers, Trish started to move to the beat.

I see you over there so hypnotic,

Thinkin' 'bout what I'd do to that body,

I'll getchu like ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby

Got no drink in my hand, but I'm wasted

Gettin' drunk off the thought of you naked

This was the most interaction she'd had with a man since Ron. It had been so long and felt it so good. As they continued dancing, their bodies became almost inseparable and his hands were starting to roam down her thighs, up her back, and even over her ass. She hadn't been touched in so long.

And I've tried to fight it, to fight it

But you're so magnetic, magnetic

Got one life, just live it, just live it

Now relax and get on your back

If you wanna scream yeah,

Let me know and I'll take you there

Get you going like a-ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby

Randy watched Trish from a distance while Nick and a multitude of women sat around them. He didn't even need the liquor to enhance his anger. He had noticed the blonde douche pull up on her from the beginning and after an hour of torture, it had just escalated to a new level. It was bad enough watching her smile and flirt with him, but now, watching this guy with his hands all over her, he'd had enough. He wished more than anything that he was the one putting his hands on her.

Kill the lights, shut em down, you're electric

Devil eyes tellin' me "Come and get it",

I'll have you like ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby

Trish felt a set of eyes on her while she danced. She looked up and made eye contact with a pair of icy blue eyes staring at her from a distance. She looked away quickly realizing those blue eyes were Randy's, who continued glaring her way with a look of contempt.

Girl, tonight you're the prey, I'm the hunter

Take you here, take you there, take you under

Imagine me whisperin' in your ear that I wanna

Take off all your clothes and put somethin' on ya

Randy couldn't pull his eyes off of the two of them. It was only a matter of time before this guy tried to put a move on Trish. He was close…Randy knew that very well considering he had practically written the book on pick-ups. But all he could see was red, and all he could envision was punching this blonde guy in the face to get his hands off of Trish.

And I've tried to fight it, to fight it

But you're so magnetic, magnetic

Got one life, just live it, just live it

Now relax and get on your back

If you wanna scream yeah,

Let me know and I'll take you there

Get you going like a-ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby

If you want it done right

Hope you're ready to go all night,

Get you going like a-ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby

She focused her attention back on Scott just as he began to close the distance between them. He was moving in for a kiss. Trish wasn't sure how to react at that moment. Should she let him kiss her? She was having a great time with him, but she wasn't the type for a one night stand…and she barely knew him. Her mind was screaming for her to stop, but her body was telling to go for it.

It had been over five months since she's had any type of sexual attention. The sex with Ron had ended back in September, way before they were even having major issues. A kiss wouldn't kill her. But once he got that kiss, he would definitely be trying for other things.

She didn't have to make that decision however, as a fist met Scott's face before their lips could connect. Things seemed to run in slow motion from that point, at least they did in her mind. The first thing she saw was the fist fly into Scott's nose, which shot blood out instantly. She then looked to her right and saw that it was Randy's fist. Within seconds, John was pushing Randy back while Phil held back Scott. It took John some time to get Randy under control.

"You keep your fucking hands off of her or I'll rip your arms off your body!" Randy screamed as John wrestled him towards the club exit. Amy grabbed Trish's hand and snapped her out of her coma. She pulled Trish behind her as she followed John and Randy out of the club. Trish's blood began to boil as she made her way outside. As soon as she felt the cold air hit her face, Trish let into Randy.

"What the fuck is your problem? You don't talk to me for two weeks, and now all of a sudden you get a say in the men that I choose to talk to?" She pushed him hard in the chest to the point where he stumbled back.

John went to break them up but Amy put her hand up and pulled him back. "Let them go." John gave her a confused look. "Trust me…just let them go."

Trish pushed Randy in the chest again, "Answer me God dammit!"

Trish was two seconds away from punching Randy in the face. He had a lot of nerve to interfere with her life when he made it absolutely clear that he wanted nothing to do with her.

"So what, you become single and now you're all about letting guys put their hands all over you? And why are you hanging out with Barb! Do you NOT know the type of reputation she has with men?"

Trish's cheeks flushed as she became angrier with his statements, her voice getting louder and more intense with each word she spoke. "First of all, you don't get the right to care about my actions anymore! And what about you? You're not even divorced yet and you've already slept with more women than I can count on my fingers! You had a least twenty women at your disposal tonight! You're the last person who should be criticizing me!"

John looked at Amy. "I'm half tempted to go back inside and leave them both out here."

Amy smiled and nodded, "That was my plan too. Come on, let's go." They walked back inside without Trish or Randy even noticing. They were too busy glaring at each other to see John and Amy leave.

"Oh, because you ARE divorced? Last I checked your divorce wasn't final!" Which makes you still married technically!"

Tears threatened to spill from Trish's eyes. "You're such a fucking douche! If you would've been around these past two weeks, instead of fucking anything with a pulse, you would have learned that my divorce was finalized a few days ago! I'm officially single, asshole!" Trish screamed as she pushed him in the chest again.

"Trish, I swear to God, if you push me one more time…"

"You'll what? Hit me? I'd like to see it!" She sneered at him before starting to walk down the street.

"Just where do you think you're going?" He felt a stab of guilt in his heart as he realized he almost made her cry. He had no idea her divorce was finalized this week. His heart ached as he realized just how much of an asshole he was truly being towards her.

She turned and looked behind her as he walked quickly to catch up to her. "I'm walking back to the hotel, what does it look like I'm doing? You've officially ruined my night!"

"You're not walking back alone. Stop and I'll call a cab." Randy said pulling out his cell phone, his voice becoming softer.

Trish ignored him though…there was no way in hell she was going to let him help her. Not after acting like a total ass for the past two weeks as well as tonight. She wasn't going to let him be her knight in shining armor. She sped up her walk, putting a greater distance between them both. She was so mad, she needed to get away from him and fast.

How could she possibly have feelings for him? He was the same old Randy that she had stayed away from in the past for this very reason.

Randy sped up his walk to catch her. "I said fucking stop!" By this point, the club was no longer in view and it was the two of them all alone. Randy grabbed her arm and spun her around.

Trish instantly pushed him back again. "Don't fucking touch me!" Randy grabbed her wrists, in a weak attempt to calm her down, and the two of them began struggling against one another.

But she was relentless and not giving up, which started to irritate him. "Stop being such a bitch!" He screamed as she thrashed her arms, trying to get him to break his hold on her wrists.

"I said let me go!" She yelled and tried to free herself, but he was too strong and easy overpowered her. He backed her up until she was pinned on the wall of a building with no where else to go. Both of their breathing was erratic and fire was burning in their eyes.

Randy stared at her for what felt like forever before finally giving into the urges that he'd been trying to ignore for months. He smashed his lips to hers, engulfing her in a fiery kiss.

As soon as their lips connected, a blazing inferno erupted through Randy's body. He'd never felt this amount of passion before in his life…not even with Sam. He loosened his grip on her wrists once he felt her body submit to his kiss.

Trish's entire body went weak as she returned his kiss. Her body tingled from the sensation and screamed for more. She parted her lips slightly, letting her tongue glide into his mouth on the second kiss.

He sucked on her bottom lip, before letting his lips begin the journey down her neck, back up to her jaw line and up to her ear. He wanted to savor every kiss he gave her. She tasted absolutely amazing and her smell was so captivating, he could have spent all night sucking on her neck.

She pulled his body closer to hers until they were smashed into the wall of the building. His hands were above her head, one on each side, supporting his larger frame. She ran her hands up his arms until she found his hands and entwined their fingers together before pulling his hands down and placing them on her body.

He ran his hands over her ass and pulled her even closer to him. She could feel how hard he was beneath his pants and it took her breathe away. He ran his hand up her stomach until he found her breast. He gently cupped it and massaged it, wanting so desperately to brush aside the material covering it and nibble on her nipple. But he would be damned if he unclothed her in public. He didn't want to give anyone the chance to see her naked; he wanted her all for himself, and for his eyes only.

She lustfully looked into his eyes and passionately kissed him again. He sucked right below her jaw line on her neck and made his way back over to her ear and whispered, "Let's go back to my room."

She nodded, praying that the hotel was close by…otherwise, her body was not going to last. She was ready to take him right there in the street, which was out of character for her. She'd never done anything this risky and erotic before in her life. It truly was a rush, but Trish couldn't deny her body was responding more to the pent up sexual frustration between her and Randy than the fact that they were in a public place.

It took them about 15 minutes before they arrived at the hotel, granted, they couldn't keep their hands or lips off of each other the entire walk back. As the elevator doors opened, Randy backed Trish in against the wall and slammed the button, starting their ascent to his floor. He lowered his head and began kissing above her navel, making his way up to her breasts and began nibbling on her nipples through her top. Trish groaned as the sensation sent tingles up her spine. He lifted her one leg around his waist and teased her by running a finger over her panties before he maneuvered around them. His finger flicked and rubbed her nub before inserting his finger into her hot core. He was driving her crazy and she needed more.

Once they arrived at Randy's room, he started fumbling through his pockets looking for the key. Trish began to slowly unbuckle his belt, giving him a playful look. She unbuttoned his pants and slid her hand down them, rubbing the hard erection between his legs and watched as Randy tried to gain enough composure to slide the key card into the slot. Within seconds, he had the door opened and had her on the bed.

They wasted no time with foreplay, as the walk back from the club provided plenty. Randy lay on top of Trish and slowly slid her skirt off while kissing her neck. She wrestled with buttons on his shirt, before finally reaching the last one, exposing his tanned hard body.

He began kissing her stomach again while finally making his way up to her breasts and slid the material to the sides. He flicked his tongue over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. She gasped lightly in approval of the sensation. He nibbled lightly, causing her back to arch in pleasure. He continued kissing her up to her neck while he undid her top and slid it off of her body.

He crushed his lips on hers again, allowing his tongue to dance freely in her mouth, tangling with hers, while she pulled off his pants and slid down his boxer briefs, exposing his manhood to her.

He sat up into a kneeling position and made eye contact with her while he pulled off her thong. He stayed in that position a few more seconds while he took in the illustrious sight in front of him. She was so sexy and perfect, he didn't want to forget this moment and how she looked.

He slowly spread her legs as he inserted his hard manhood into her core, never once breaking eye contact with her. She was so hot and wet it took everything he had not to let it go right there. He set a fast pace from the start, wasting no time. She began moving her hips in time with his. He felt amazing inside of her…everything about him felt amazing.

She had imagined he would be a knockout in the sack and he was definitely proving it to be true. Ron was only ever mediocre in bed. He wasn't terrible, but he didn't know how to please her as Randy did. Randy knew all the right spots to hit and when to hit them.

They switched positions as he let Trish get on top. She took control immediately, riding him and setting an even quicker pace. Randy grabbed onto her ass, in attempt to control her bucking. Within minutes, she was riding a wave of ecstasy, beginning her peak towards her climax.

With two more thrusts, Trish felt her entire body tense up as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body began tingling as she released an orgasm more intense than she's ever had before. Randy pumped a few more times, he was so turned on from watching her get off and feeling her tense up and become even wetter, he let out a moan and exploded inside her. She collapsed on him as he slowed down the pace and eventually stopped moving. Both of their bodies still reeling from the pleasure they just experienced.

He kissed her gently on the lips, nibbling on her bottom lip a few more times before she rested her head on his chest. They stayed in that position a while longer before Trish finally rolled off of him. He pulled her close into his chest, not letting her get away that easily. She was like a drug to him...he needed to feel her body close, smell the subtle scent of her perfume, and feel the rising and falling of her chest.

She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, slowly letting it lull her to sleep and hoped that come tomorrow morning, she wouldn't regret what just happened between them.