Ch12

Randy

All night I've been on edge, Honor has been dancing circles around my mind. In my tag match with Cena tonight I got countered by Daniel as I went for the RKO. I landed really awkwardly and the medical trainers requested I come by before leaving for the night. Honor was waiting for me outside of my room door talking to one of the other guys; his ring name is Deacon, but he goes by Alex or something like that.

"So yeah maybe you'd…um like to go see a movie next week?" The tall, dark-skinned muscular guy was insanely nervous; he kept shifting his weight and shoving his hands in and out of his pockets.

"I don't know I'll text you a little later on…I have to see which day I have free." Honor flashed her white smile at the kid and I thought he was going to die of shock. Poor kid he's really into her, but she's really into me. She has no intentions of calling him back but she's letting him down easy. "Hey you two, what's up?"

"I'll talk to you later…okay Austin?" She laces her arms around the kid's waist as he goes for a goodbye hug.

"Later Honor. Sup, Mr. O?" Deacon nods in my direction as he reluctantly leaves the girl of his dreams. Better luck next time kid.

Watching the kid saunter away like a scolded pup I hear Honor open my locker room door, she strolls right on in and curls up on the couch on the adjacent wall of the room. "Why are you here?"

"How's your neck?"

"Fine, get out."

"No, I'm going to sit here," she crosses her legs tossing around the water bottle in her hands.

"Don't you have a call you need to make? You know tell him that you can make the date tonight?" I spit out the lint from my wrist tape then roll my eyes at her.

"I don't like him like that. What did the doc say? Are you hurting badly?" Honor scoots closer to my spot on the cold, black leather couch.

While I'm in the process of unlacing my boots, she kneels behind me pressing her soft lips at the base of my neck. "Honor I'm fine. I'm not in the mood to do this tonight, so cut it out."

She chuckles lightly and traces my tattoos with her long skinny fingers, "You sure lie a lot…" her long locks sweep over my bare thigh as her palm encloses around my hard cock. My ring attire is minimal and mostly functional; a pair of trunks, knee pads, and boots, occasionally I change up the wrist tape. At this moment I'm cursing myself for how revealing it is.

"Seriously, quit," my voice sounds harder than it should have as I shove her hands away, but that doesn't discourage her. She clambers into my lap, and straddles my lap pressing her warmth firmly against my erection.

"Do you not want me…" she purrs plotting tiny kisses along my collar bone. My whole body burns with simmering heat, Honor doesn't realize how bad I need to be inside her. We most definitely shouldn't be doing this here especially when someone could walk in on us.

"Honor you know better than that. Not here…" she stands up and pulls her wrestling shorts off. Lithely she resumes her previous position, giving me a hard shove, she frees my dick from the confines of my trunks; I gasp when she grounds her hips to me then positions her entrance over me then pushes down forcing me inside her.

She moans loudly as she abruptly bounces on my groin and buries her face to my neck. Gently I bite at her already marked neck as I reciprocate her movements. I'm almost ashamed to say I know this about her... but it doesn't take much for her to fall apart. Some women take a while to get in the...mood but not Honor.

Pushing up at an angle I hit her cervix and g-spot amplifying her moans and squeals, "Oh fuck. Randy I'm gonna cum…" she groans grinding herself downward and rubbing her clit while gasping for air.

Her muscles tense around me as I propel my hips into her at an erratic pace. We both reach our orgasms at the same time.

"Honor," I mumble her name as I roll us over so that I'm on top of her, "we can't keep doing this…"

"Hey man, you're still here, that's not usual." John and I slap hands and hug half-halfheartedly. John Cena and a few other guys are always floating around the building after the show. The only thing I can say about my best friend is that he loves his job; he loves it more than most of us.

"As much as I hate to say it, you're right John Boy; Randy...what are you still doing here?" John smirked dismissing Punk's comment.

"Honor had a photo-shoot." It was true she got there a little late (last), what really happened was that Honor and I had a fuck fest in my dressing room.

"Punk and I are going to find some grub, come with?"

Something in the timbre of John's voice piqued my interest, "Sure."

"Guys where the hell are we eating, in the Taco Bell parking lot?" I focus on the heavily tattooed man standing next to me staring me down from the corner of his eye, with his trade-mark smirk resting across his face while he silently chews his gum. Ignoring his gaze as I key in Honor's number, she answers on the first ring. John and Punk start laughing at something, probably an obscene joke John made, so I shove my index finger in my other ear to hear her.

"Are you on your way? Rob is asking…" she answers with irritation dripping off of her voice. I instantaneously pick up on the tone behind her words.

"What is your problem?" I spit through the receiver of the phone.

"You're not here, in bed, with me…" she coos.

The seductive notes in her voice triggers goose flesh, "Tell Rob to pick me up around one or something. I'm going to grab a bite to eat with John." Punk taps my shoulder then motions that we're leaving, "We're going…erm…I'll text you when we get there."

"Okay. Don't have too much to drink, if you do drink…I'd like you to remember the surprise I've got waiting for you."

"No. No more surprises or sneak attacks, I told you that earlier." Punk raises his eyebrow at my statement. "Honor what are you planning?"

"For me to know and you to find out later…" on the other side of our connection I know she's grinning ear to ear.

"Honor, don't fuck with me, I will see you later."

"Bye Randal. Have fun." I stare blankly at the iPhone in my palm, dreading going back to my home away from home. Honor knows exactly what buttons to push to get her in my pants and I absolutely despise it. I absolutely loathe that a part of me longs to be in that bed, buried deep inside her with her legs wrapped around me. During the whole ride Punk glowers at me from the corner of his eye. The fucking man never misses a damn thing, he also never says a fucking thing.

"I feel like an animal in a zoo, with the way you're staring. Cut that shit out, I know I'm attractive and all but geez…"

All he does is smirk and look out the window, once I turn away he gapes at me again.

"Having fun on our date Orton?" John playfully punches me as we sit down at the table at Applebee's. I roll my eyes at the big doof I call my best friend; we started in the company together more than ten years ago. Upon arrival we were seated with no problem. We're some of the last customers for the night, honestly we're lucky the show wrapped in time for us to be able to leave before one a.m.

I chuckle softly, "Mostly. How about you tell me why you keep staring at me with them beady little eyes of yours?"

"Beady little eyes..." sarcastically Punk rolls his eyes and clutches his hand to his heart, "Orton that cut deep," the scruffy looking man's sarcasm is working on my one good nerve.

"Cut the crap Punk," our waitress brings our drinks, two beers, one for me and one for Cena. Punk of course gets a soda, because he's "straight edge". Before the ginger woman leaves we order our food, she tells us it'll be out as soon as possible.

"What is going on between you and Honor?" Punk scrutinizes me anticipating my response, the question itself was expected. Patiently he waits his gaze pierces straight through me.

I don't flinch or anything, I simply smile at his blunt question probably looking like a maniac. "Maybe, John Boy here hasn't warned you yet, I don't like outsiders in my personal business…After this week Honor is none of your concern."

"It isn't your business I'm concerned with Orton. That girl has a chance something special; she doesn't need you to corrupt her either." John won't say anything; he has an agreeing look on his face. I hurts to see him side with Punk; he opted out of the program although many of the kids seek his approval. He busy enough but he still makes time to answer any questions that any of the kids have.

"What makes you think I'm corrupting her?" I lean back in my chair measuring how fast I could get up to smash his face to the table before he can block me.

"Everything, you're blindly using her to your advantage. Honor doesn't deserve to be relegated to bitch status, none of these new kids do. Today for example…I don't care particularly whose bones you decide to jump but Honor should most definitely be off limits."

"You really can't keep your mouth shut, can you? Punk, you have no clue what you're talking about."

"I have no clue what I'm talking about?" He chuckles humorlessly, "Honor tried to lie for you, first to AJ then to me. I don't know if AJ believes her but I damn sure don't. She can't lie to me I see right through them; Honor is protecting you, and I'm not sure why. But what I am sure of is that she is still a kid, and some guy plagued by his inability to keep it in his pants and personal demons twenty-four/seven, isn't the greatest influence. I don't hate you, contrary to what you believe, Orton but they should have given her to Cody or Daniel. So you ask me 'what makes me think that you are corrupting her' Orton you are poison to her whether you believe it or not."

CM Punk and I haven't always gotten along point blank. I've mellowed out in recent years. It's only been recent that we can stand to be in the room with each other; there wasn't any friction between us until Honor came into both our lives. I don't know what interest he has in her nor do I care. I never initiated this... relationship thing between us and I don't have to explain myself to him.

"Punk, I get it. I'm not your favorite guy, but I'm not standing in Honor's way, nor am I taking advantage of her." My temper sky-rockets, causing my voice to harden and the pitch to rise, "Punk, keep your fucking nose out of mine and Honor's business. If I want your opinion, then I'll ask for it…"

"Guys we came here to have a good meal and to relax," John has a stern look on his face and it's directed at both Punk and I. "Randy, sit down and stop causing a scene."

"No, how about I just leave, before Gimpy here ends up with mangled appendages." Before John can utter a syllable I storm out of the restaurant and head down the street. I keep walking until my ankle begins to stiffen and my neck starts to ache severely.

How many people know about us? Why didn't I stop this before it happened? My family doesn't deserve to be cheated on. CM Punk is a lot of things; right isn't one of the things he should be. Most of the things he said tonight were dead on right; I am toxic.