Hello, my loves! Well, how was THAT for a hot one? Damn, the sex is heating up! But so is the story. You can already get a sense this sweet relationship may go off the rails, right? But let's just see where this goes! As always love to my girls Tm12Brady, GoldenGirl1920, ClaymoreQueen6176 and wwechristina for their support!

OK, it's time for Drew's debut on Smackdown! Let's see how this night goes for both him and his mo ghraidh! Enjoy!

PSA: I do not own any of the wrestlers or their personas. They belong to the WWE and themselves. I own the character of Dawn, those not associated with WWE, and that is all.

Chapter 10

September 9, 2007

So, here I am. Driving my red Jeep on I-75 North towards Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. It's a 5 ½ hour drive, but I'm beyond excited! Tonight, I get to see my boyfriend Drew make his debut for WWE on Smackdown! I have my Taylor Swift CD on constant loop and, as always, I'm singing along with the music. I've really gotten into her music. She's not much younger than I am, so I can relate to so many things she writes about in her songs.

Oh, but I'm not alone on this little road trip. Beside me in the passenger seat is Stu Bennett. One of Drew's best friends and his tag team partner. He's salty, sarcastic and loves to give Drew as much shit as possible, especially about me. We get along great! I can also tell he's a loyal and supportive friend under that sardonic attitude. Apparently, I'll be meeting Drew's other best friend tonight. Stephen, who was assigned to FCW, flew up last night and will be sitting with me and Stu during the show.

While Stu sleeps and "Tim McGraw" starts playing again, I think about how much I missed not having Drew laying next to me last night. I missed not having him inside me, filling me up his girth and length. I missed him not having his mouth on me and especially, those amazing kisses. In fact, the fact that he has become such a huge part of my life in such a short period of time scares me. I've always been so focused on becoming a pro wrestler and swore to never let anything or anyone distract me. But Drew is definitely that: a distraction. But in the best, sexiest way possible!

Oh my! As if Taylor knows who I'm thinking about, "Teardrops On My Guitar" comes on. Why does this song hit so much harder now? Oh yeah… As I shing that first line, I know immediately: "Drew looks at me / I fake a smile so he won't see…" I sigh hard as I sing along to the first verse. Jesus Christ, I really have it bad for him!

I hear a distinctly British sounding grumbling beside me, and Stu complains, "Oh bloody hell! Not this song again! Can you show some mercy and not let me hear you pine for that git? Please!"

I laugh and concede, "Ok ok! I'll put it on Sirius, but I'm listening to classic country. Deal with it."

He rolls his eyes, but I can tell it's out of humor, "Whatever. Just no more songs about your boyfriend!"

As I put it on The Roadhouse, I glance a him and ask, "So, how did you and Drew become friends? On the British indie scene? I ask because he told me about Jack Jester, Wolfgang and some others he started out with."

Stu smiles and says, "About two years. I was put with him and another French guy in Irish Whip to form the Foreign Legion faction. We were always going at it with Sheamus O'Shaunessy. That's Stephen, by the way. Sounds like those two tore up the pubs in Detroit last night with a few of our friends already on Smackdown. Pretty normal occurrence back home."

I nod, "Yeah, Drew told me about some of the mischief y'all would get into. Very naughty, I must say. But I can tell you both are very loyal friends to him."

Stu chuckles, "Mischief? Oh lass, that doesn't even begin to cover it. Your boyfriend has always been quite the cad." He grins, until he sees the struck look on my face as I'm paying attention to the road. There it goes. My own worst enemies. Jealousy and fear I'm not good enough for anyone, but especially Drew, is etched all over my face, I'm sure. Stu quickly makes an about face and says, "Look, I didn't mean to make you upset. Yeah, he's always been quite the prowl about with the ladies. But I'm being honest when I say, I've never seen him like he is when he's with you. I can tell he really fancies you, but more important, you get him. And you make him happy. He told me as much. Stephen too."

I shake out of my funk and do my best to pretend what he said before didn't bother me, "I know. He gets me too. I know how he feels about me." But as we get closer to Detroit, I can't help but wonder if some of those hot women on the Smackdown roster were with Drew and Stephen last night. Goddamn, it I really got to get out of my own head!

We arrive at Joe Louis Arena around 5PM and park in the special lot for the wrestlers and WWE staff. We picked up our tickets and special pass at Will Call. As we wait for Drew to meet us outside the backstage door, I see a huge pale and redheaded man approach us. He yells, "Stu! Ya still look salty after two weeks apart, ya bugger!" He and Stu shake hands and hug. I can only assume this is Stephen, or Sheamus. Jesus! I guess it's my lot in life to be surrounded by huge European men! He comes out of the embrace and spots me immediately. He gets a cute gleam in his eye and says, "And ya must be Dawn. Oh, have I heard an earful about ya, lass. The name's Stephen Farrelly, but ya can call me Sheamus in the locker room. Drew can't stop yapping about ya. And yer even prettier than he described."

I'm taken aback by the flattery and blush, "Oh! Well, hi! Dawn Chapman, but you can call me Crimson Vixen in the locker room. Or Red, like a lot of the guys and girls do."

As we start to walk back through the backstage door, Stephen laughs, "But I got red hair too. Can't get us confused with one another. Can we, lass? I'll just call ya Vix."

Stu huffs, "You really think anyone would confuse someone as hot as her with your ugly Irish mug? You live in a fantasy world, SOS!"

Stephen gasps, "Me? Ugly? Have ya caught a glimpse of that nose and chin on yer face, Salty? Ya scare yer own mom with that! Anyway, before this wanker interrupted. I also know a good friend of yers. Nic said ta tell ya hi."

I perk up, "Oh great! I spoke to him a couple of days ago. Sounds like he's settling into the FCW system well."

Sheamus considers me and says, pulling me over to the side while Stu waited, "Ya know, Drew really loves ya. I'm not gonna lie ta ya. He'll never admit it, but he's very jealous of whatever this thing is between ya and Nic. I talked ta him last night and, he admitted ta me that he's madly in love with ya. And from what I've heard, I think yer great for him. But he's like my little brother and I look after him. I don't want him hurt. See?"

I look at Stephen with a mix of happiness and annoyance on my face as I raise my eyebrow at him, "OK. That's fair. I appreciate that you look after him. But know that I love him. He knows how I feel about him. And I've assured him before that Nic is nothing but a friend. I would never do anything to hurt Drew. But let me ask you something. Did he do anything last night with any of the Divas that would hurt me?"

Sheamus surprises me and pulls me into a big hug. Jesus, do all European men give great hugs? He pulls back and smiles, "OK, ya passed the test with flying colors. I like ya, lass. I can see in yer eyes that ya love the tosser. Yer OK in my book. And no, there were no gals partying with us last night. Ya can trust me when I say I'll do everything I can ta help ya both."

He winks at me and looks at Stu, who says, "I told you she was a good one. You never listen to me." My eyes dart around in wonderment. Test? What test? Did I just get the approval of his best friend? There was a test?

Just as I'm processing this, I hear that sexy voice calling loudly, "Stu! Sheamus! My mates er here!" I turn around and Drew is embracing both of his close friends. It warms my heart to see him so happy, and I can tell he's both excited and nervous for tonight. He turns those stunning blue eyes in my direction and gives me that heart melting smirk, "Mo ghraidh! God, I missed ya last night!"

He practically runs to me and picks me up into one of his toe-curling kisses. Our tongues do their now familiar dance with each other. I can feel the eyes of others on us, especially an eye rolling Stu and a smiling Stephen. He sets me down on my feet and puts his forehead to mine. I smile at him and say, "I missed you too! But I'm so happy for you!"

He sighs and says "Yeah, I'm excited too. I called mah family and told em ta watch in three days. I'm just…I don't know."

I cradle his cheek in my hand and say, "No, talk to me. What's going on?"

Drew shakes his head and I feel the heaviness of his emotions. He says, "It's just…I don't wanna let anyone down. Not just mah family and ya. I'm the first Scotsman tah debut in WWE. I feel that gravity of this. I can't be a failure fer mah country. Especially all the lads I worked with and trained with back in Insane Championship Wrestling."

I get up on my tiptoes and kiss him on the lips. I say softly, "You won't be. Don't put all of this on your shoulders, Drew. It's a load no one should carry. You can't think about anyone else but yourself when you're out there. And you being here in the first place shows you're not a failure. Just go out there and kick ass. I believe in you. I love you."

Finally, that smile I love to see appears on his face and he wraps his arms around my waist. He says "Yer right. Like always. I love ya too, mo ghraidh. Oh and, I hope ya didn't get a hotel room fer the night. I'm gonna wanna celebrate in mine."

He wags his eyebrows at me and I have to laugh. That self-assured, brash attitude is back in place! I put my hands on his chest, clad in a nice white button up shirt and purr, "Now, why would I do something foolish like that? I can't wait for our…" My hand secretly drifts down to cradle that giant bulge I'm craving, "…celebration."

As he kisses me again Stu clears his throat and sounds annoyed, "Hello! Excuse me! We're still here and we have to get to our seats and leave Horny Git Boy so he can get ready."

Stephen slaps Drew on the shoulder and says, "What His Royal Saltiness is trying to say is you'll do great, mate! And don't worry. We'll take good care of the lass tanite. Now, go get ready!"

Drew sighs, gives me another quick kiss, returns the shoulder slap to Stephen, and smacks Stu on the back of the head on his way down the hall. Stu gives a loud "Bloody hell, Galloway!" As we make our way to our seat through the backstage area, I'm in complete wrestling geek heaven and internally screaming to myself as I spot both Batista, Edge and Jeff Hardy! Three of my favorites and my boyfriend is working with them! Ahhhh!

As we take our seats on the front row on the camera side, Stephen excuses himself and comes back with beers for himself and Stu and a water for me. He raises his cup and says, "To Drew! Making us proud!" Stu and I both return the sentiment and clink our beverages together. Even though this tapes today, it won't air until three days later. I can't wait to watch this back with him from the comfort of my living room couch!

For the next hour or so, waiting for the show to start, we make small talk and get to know each other. I impress them with my wrestling knowledge and I love hearing their tales from Irish Whip Wrestling. As the show is going on, I see The Major Brothers head down to the ring. They both spot me and wave. I return their gesture. And Brian mouths to me, "I'm facing your boyfriend."

I stand up immediately and I hear William Regal's old entrance music. I see the Titantron video, showing him as Drew Galloway. But then I hear the announcer say, "And introducing next from Ayr, Scotland! Weighing in at 253 pounds, Drew McIntyre!"

Stephen and Stu look at each other and shout, "McIntyre?" But my eyes and attention are fixed on my incredibly sexy boyfriend walking down the ramp. He's in that longer blue kilt of his. He claims it's because he has to make sure his giant cock stays covered since he can't guarantee he's wearing underwear. I can't dispute that as I internally lick my lips at the sight of that long brown hair and his normal cocky stance entering the ring.

He was led to the ring by Dave Taylor, acting as a mentor to him apparently. As he plays to the camera, he looks slightly down at me and gives me a look. I can tell he's excited. The people in our section are confused as to why the three of us are going nuts over this new guy, but I don't care. That's my man up there and I'm so damn proud of him!

The whole thing lasts maybe five minutes, with Drew picking up the win! Stu, Stephen and I jump to our feet, shouting and cheering. Drew is, of course, heeling it up after the win, not wanting fans to touch him, and starts to head back up the ramp. But as the lights dim, I'm assuming for commercial break or showing some ridiculous Divas Search bullshit, Drew rushes back to us. He high fives Stu and Stephen, then looks at me. I'm ecstatic and I say, "I'm so proud of you!" He pulls me to him and kisses me hard, not caring what the others in the arena think. But just as quick, he releases me and runs back up the ramp.

Later that night, after dinner and drinks with Sheamus and Stu, I'm in Drew's hotel room overlooking the Detroit skyline. I look at the reflection in his glass, and I see Drew behind me. More like I feel him there. He is nude and ready to make love to me. I bite my lip in anticipation of feeling him inside me again. I try to make small talk as he moves closer to me, "I can't wait to watch what happened tonight on the TV."

He scoffs and says, "Just be prepared fer the corniest interview ever. They had me saying something about dual citizenship and chanting USA. Christ, it was embarrassing! But, I'm thankful and lucky. And I have the most beautiful girl in my hotel room and I'm about tah shag her rotten. Life is good."

I laugh and turn to him to say something cheeky, but he doesn't give me the chance. His mouth and hands are all over me in a flash and I wouldn't resist this even if I could. We both start stripping my clothes off roughly while he can't bear to tear his lips away from mine. I am now bare assed with my back pressed up again the large window.

His mouth starts to drag down my neck and I moan as he starts to suckle on my right nipple. I pull the neat ponytail out and feel his hair fall around my bare skin as he tortures my other breasts, sucking hard but then giving gentle licks. I am trying to reach for that rock hard cock with my hand, but he won't let me. So, I grind my mound against the tip of his head and I hum out "Oh god! I want you, Drew! Please!"

He is breathless and already breaking a sweat as he growls, "I saw the way Majors looked at ya tanite! And I know Nic is still fucking asking about ya ta Sheamus! Yer fucking mine, goddamn it! Ya hear me? That pussy is mine! And Daddy wants ta taste what's his! Spread those sexy legs fer me!"

I'm confused as to what he means about Major. I noticed no such look from him…but my brain starts to short circuit as Drew has dropped to his knees and throws my left leg up on his shoulders. His tongue and mouth are now completely devouring my pussy, and I gasp and scream as his tongue slips completely inside me. It is long and wide as he works it all over my soaking wet lips, lapping and sucking on each of them. I sense the little bit of facial hair he has on his chin rub against that most sensitive area. Then, he turns his attention to my clit. He chews and flattens his tongue to it with the friction causing me to explode in orgasm all over his face.

But he won't stop! He is swirling his tongue all over my clit, licking up all the juice he's already milked from me, as he adds his long finger inside my dripping wet whole. He puts another in and starts roughly working them in and out, each time his fingertip touching that sensitive spot at my core. I scream as I feel my body coil and tense up again, "Oh fuck! Drew! I'm..gonna.. AAAHHH!" I let myself go again, even harder and wetter this time.

Drew rises quickly, dragging his finger across his mouth and face, collecting my wetness as I try to collect my breath. He's now against me, skin to skin and sweat to sweat. He takes that finger and puts it to my lips. He rubs it against my mouth and growls out, sounding almost desperate, "Ya feel this? Ya smell this? I want ya ta taste it. I need this. I can't live without this. No other man will ever make ya cum as hard as I do. No man will ever make ya feel the way I do. And no other man will ever love ya as much as I love ya. Ya were meant fer me, mo ghraidh."

I place my hands on his and stick out my tongue, running the tip up and down his soaked finger. I lick it clean, then suck it straight into my mouth, He is shocked by my reaction, but not as surprised as when my other hand finds his cock. I rub my thumb on his sensitive head, then grasp his girthy length and start stroking him swiftly. I lean in to him and nibble on his earlobe. I breathe directly in his ear, "And no woman will ever love you or fuck you as hard or as good as me. Now, fuck me, goddamn it! I want you inside me!"

He groans and, with my bare back and ass still against the window, lifts me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He shows me no mercy as he wastes no time plowing that giant cock hard into my heat. He starts pumping hard and fast right away, pounding me within an inch of my life. I'm leveraging my back against the glass and I'm sliding slightly down to meet his thrusts at the hilt. I yell, "Oh FUCK! Drew! Baby, you feel so good! Shit!"

Drew is moaning and panting as he adjusts his hips up slightly, now I'm feeling his head rub deep inside me. He presses his face to mine in a quick kiss, then to the side and he cries out, "I feel ya! Yer about ta cum again! Let it go, mo ghraidh! Cum fer me! All over me!" That tingling in my core becomes too much and I give myself over to that euphoria, my walls spasming around him.

He cradles my ass and walks me to the bed. He lays me down and withdraws. As I start to whine, he says firmly, "No! Get on those hands and knees! I'm not done with ya yet! I'll never fucking be done with ya!"

I quickly do as he commands and stick my ass out to him, wiggling it back and forth. I practically beg him, "I want it, baby! I want that cock back inside me! Fuck me deep and hard! Please, Daddy!"

I feel the indention of the mattress, then Drew's fingertips run up the inside of my thigh. Then, a hard slap and soothing squeeze to my ass by his hand. He positions himself behind me with a chuckle as his pointer and thumb open my entrance for him, "Look how needy ya are! I fucking love it!" When leans in, kissing and nibbling up my back, and I feel him put his head in that wanting place as he says in my ear, Don't worry, baby. Daddy will give ya that hard fucking deep inside that ya need!"

With that, he snaps his hips quickly, slamming inside me to the hilt, leaving me screaming for more. He doesn't bother with picking up the pace as he starts rapid fire thrusting inside me, his balls slapping hard on my clit. I cry out as he fills me up again and again, our sweaty skin slapping together in love and lust over and over. His starts tilting his pelvis up as he pounds and it already has me going over the edge. I cum yet again, leaving him howling, "Oh fuck YEAH! That's it, baby! Who owns that sweet pussy? Who owns it?"

My body is shaking from orgasm and vibrating from his relentless thrusting as I mew, "You! It's all yours! Oh FUCK! It's yours!" I look back at him, start to back up my hips to meet him, and growl, "And that cock is all mine! Ooh shit!"

He slaps my rear again and starts to hold my hips still and hollers, "It is all yers, mo ghraidh! Oh fuck! I love ya Dawn! Goddamn it!" I feel his body start to tense and his thrusts grow sloppy as he feels my last orgasm. This one takes him with me as my insides clamp down, draining his throbbing, pulsing cock, and I feel him coat my insides in a hard gush.

He shivers all over as I raise up, without him pulling out of me, my back flush against sweat drenched and heaving chest. I crane my neck to look back at him and I run my finger against his cheek, like I've done so many times already in our relationship. I look at him and sigh, "I love you, Drew."

He cups my cheek and smiles, "I love ya, Dawn. I love ya sa much." He takes my mouth in the most beautiful, hottest open mouth kiss known to man. He looks over at the window and snickers, "Looks like we left our mark on this place, didn't we?"

I glance over and see what he's referring to: my sweaty back and ass print on the hotel room window. I can't help but laugh heartily at this and say, "Yeah, I guess we did!" But then, I inexplicably cum again with my giggles, as Drew is still hard inside me. He feels this and gets that lustful look in his blue eyes again and withdraws. He rolls me onto my back and enters me again, this time slowly. He makes love to me this time with his normal gentleness and sweetness, but with no less passion.

Future Dawn POV

After we both reach the mountaintop together again, we lay there in a state of exhausted and sated bliss. He folds my hand in his and put it to his lips, kissing my knuckles with that gorgeous, dimpled grin on his face. Later, after we shower, going at it again while in there, of course, we lay in the bed cuddled up in love. As he sleeps, I lay awake, still slightly disturbed by his acts of jealousy.

In hindsight and retrospect, we should've talked about this. Our suspicions about each other should've been addressed right then and there. It would've saved us so much heartbreak and hurt down the road. Maybe he would've fought off the temptation of that whore in FCW harder and saw through her manipulations sooner. Maybe I would've have let my impulsive anger lead me to make terrible decisions. But we were young, dumb and madly in love, and that's not never a great combo. We lacked the maturity to handle the situations and this would wind up costing us both…big time.