Hello, my loves! Aren't you happy that Phoenix is back from her bad space? But the bitch is back on the loose! What will she have in store for our favorite gang? You'll just have read and find out! As always, love my girls wwechristina, Tm12Brady, ClaymoreQueen6176 and GoldenGirl1920! Y'all keep me going!

OK, so this is a very personal chapter for me. Most of the terrible experiences "Cherry" describes actually happened to me in a prior relationship. Writing this through my character has been therapeutic for me and has helped my own healing process. So, take a breath and find out what happens when Cherry finally fully lets Drew in and tells him her whole truth.

Cherry Bomb

Riverside

That evening, Drew sat on the couch with his back against his fiancé, Cherry, while she massaged his neck. He moaned his approval at her labor, "Mmmm Love! That feels fucking amazing!" This spot always seemed to bother him and only she and her magic hands could heal his ache. She healed all of his aches in every way possible.

They were not married yet but were engaged and wanted to get married as soon as possible. They should have already been the aisle by now. The kidnapping and confrontation with Taryn put a damper on their plans. But the recent events with Christine's trauma and the threat of her ex-husband being back also put their plans on hold. Their team and family needed them, so they would be there for them. Plus, they both were still healing bruises and wounds from his rescue.

Cherry moved her hands up to his head and massaged his scalp and temples. Christ, this felt amazing to him! Everything about her felt amazing to him. He had moved in with her after his kidnapping. He never wanted to see his house ever again and put it up for sale. Too many flashbacks of she-who-must-not-be-named drugging him and having those two idiots drag him out were just too much for him.

Besides, he felt more at peace at her place by her side, in her arms, in her bed. It had been like that from the beginning of their relationship. She had a very calming influence on him. He loved being around her even before their love affair had started. The first time he stepped into her home after the RKO incident, the same night they made love for the first time in her downstairs shower, he remarked, "Wow! This place is great! You were right. I need the calm I'm finding here instead of being at the hotel." She shrugged, "When you've lived a life surrounded by mental chaos for such a long time, you try to surround yourself with peace when you get out of that bullshit."

That phrase always stuck out to him, "mental chaos". He understood it. He had lived it. He had undergone this during his entire marriage to the blonde cunt, suffered the loss of his mom to cancer and lost his job at WWE. After that, he had focused so much on building himself back up in the job he loved that he never took the time to work on his mental state of mind. That all changed when he fell in love with her. Her sweet nature and focus on the positive helped him become a better man, which translated to being better in the ring.

But hearing her say anything about her past relationship or reading her file about that bastard that groomed her as a young teenager made Drew want to find this prick and beat the shit out of him. She never talked about it. The only time he broached the subject started a huge fight that almost ended their love story. He never asked her about that again. He decided to give her the choice to talk about it when she was ready.

While enjoying her fingers in his hair, Drew said, "Tell me something." She couldn't resist, "Something." He reached around to gooch her side, "Smart arse! No tell me some of yer favorite things." She smirked, "Besides how good you feel inside me?" She nibbled on his earlobe. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, "Goddamn it, I love it when ya do that! But seriously, tell me some of yer favorites. I know some things, but I wanna know as much about ya as I can."

She thought, "OK. My favorite food is steak. I sing and play bass. I love to read, mostly historical romance novels. Queen is the greatest band ever, followed by The Mavericks." He said with a doofy grin,

"Not Midland? Yer boyfriend's band?" She smacked him on his shoulder, "Shut up, dork! My favorite flowers are daisies and red dahlias. My favorite movies are Dirty Dancing and Princess Bride. I love horror movies too. I love 24, Outlander and the original CSI. Elvis and Johnny Cash too." He said, "Outlander and Johnny Cash? Damn, I love ya!"

She kissed him and smirked, "I know. I'm a sensitive, so yes, I'm believer in the paranormal. I love history and going to museums. I think you know my favorite color. But I love purple too." He asked with a smug look, "Yer favorite wrestler?" She decided this was the perfect time to fuck with him, "Hmmmm...Dolph Ziggler."

He turned around and pinned her under his massive body, "Oh yer gonna get it fer that!" She kissed him deeply, "Promise?" He whispered, "Yer such a flirt!", and kissed her as he ran his hands up her thighs. She looked him in the eyes and said, "I love you, Drew. I love you so much." He smiled, "I love ya too, beautiful."

Cherry knew it was time to have a talk with Drew. He deserved the whole truth, no matter how much it hurt to face the truth. She sat up and looked thoughtful, "Drew, I'm ready. I love you and I trust you. I'm ready to tell you about it." He asked, "Tell me about what, my love?" She looked down, "About my past. About that terrible relationship." He cupped her face, "Are ya sure about this? I'm not gonna force ya to tell me anything yer not ready fer."

She nodded, "You need to know this. We're getting married soon. You've trusted me with your life. I'm trusting you with my heart. There is so much more that bastard did to me than was in my file. It's not pretty, but you know it has a happy ending. I'm ready to tell you everything if you still want to hear it." He kissed her on the forehead, "It's not the ending yet. We've only gotten started, my Love. But yes, I wanna hear as much as yer willing to share. Talk to me."

She took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn't cry while telling her story, "My dad went out of my life when I turned fifteen. He literally just disappeared, not wanting to pay child support anymore. So, needless to say I had trust and, what they call, "daddy" issues. I was very vulnerable, whether I ever wanted to admit it or not. It didn't help that I was completely in the middle of my own Hormone Central. I was completely boy crazy. But all of the guys at school looked at me more as a friend. What's funny is that years later, all of those guys told me at our high school reunion that they always had a thing for me. Assholes!"

Drew's eyebrow was raised by this, "Am I gonna have ta kick somebody's arse?" She wrinkled her nose, "Eh, save it for the ring. So, a year after my dad left, I was at a movie on New Year's Eve with a friend. And that is when I met…him. Please don't ask his name because I can't even bring myself to say it, even all these years later. I'll just call him Dipshit. I was flirting with him during the movie and he asked a friend for my number. I thought he was cute and I was flattered by his attention. He was four years older than me and I thought I was hot shit because I had an older boyfriend."

She paused a second and looked at Drew. She needed strength from him to continue. He squeezed her hand, "In your own time, love." She nodded, "The mental abuse started early, but it was so subtle, I didn't recognize it for what it really was. It started with comments about what I would wear, my makeup or my appearance in general. Like "Should you be wearing that?", "Do you really need that much makeup?" and so on. Then, he moved onto comparing me to other girls, especially celebrities. He would tell me how much prettier this one was than me, or this one's boobs are way bigger than mine."

She continued, "He made me feel like he was the only one that would ever love or want me. And I was stupid enough to believe him. I was a dumb kid. I knew nothing about what a real healthy relationship looked like. So, this became all I knew. He kept me under his thumb. He would act like an asshole to my friends and family, and I would feel the need to make excuses for his behavior. Eventually, especially after my mom died, he separated me from my family and friends. He essentially had me to himself. And that's when the real abuse began and escalated."

Drew could see the distant look in her eyes and hear her breath and voice become more ragged. He cupped he face and said, "Love, you don't have to continue. I don't want to cause you any stress. You've been through enough." She kissed him and said, with her face against his, "No. I need to do this. I need you to hear this."

She took a sharp breath in and continued, "He would start a fight with me, then accuse me of being "unreasonable" when I would get angry at him. He made me feel dirty for wanting to have sex. He would always tell me he was too tired from work, call me a nymphomaniac or tell me that something that was wrong with me. But then, I would catch him jerking off to porn. That was the first time he hit me. It would not be the last."

Drew's fists clinched as tears sprung to her eyes. He knew the horrible feeling of being battered by a significant other. She said, "Then one day, I told him not to worry about it, that would never have sex with him ever again and I would be leaving him. That's when he slammed my head down on the bathroom vanity and…"

She had to catch her breath choking back sobs, "…he forced himself on me. It was so painful and rough. I never felt more humiliated in my life. I was so traumatized, and I convinced myself that after that, no one would want me and I didn't deserve better. I put it out of my mind and buried it deep inside. He said, "You ain't going nowhere, bitch!" And I didn't. I stayed with him out of fear, walking on eggshells around him for years praying I wouldn't do anything to set him off."

Drew had an overwhelming urge to find this bastard and destroy him. She never deserved this. No woman did. She said, "Since I virtually had no communication with anyone from my previous life, I would just smile and pretend I was happy. Then one day, I saw an old friend. We were talking and she saw right through my façade. She offered to help me but I was still in full blown denial. She asked for my email address. Later that day, she sent me an online article about grooming. At first, I thought it was about skincare. But then I read it. I had never heard that term before, but when I read about the pattern of separation and abuse and how men started doing this when the girl was young, especially verbal and mental, I just knew."

She concluded, "I decided that I was going to finally leave him. I started saving as much money as I could. He had us in a joint checking account, so I had to be careful and it took over six months to get enough money. I knew I wanted to live here in Nashville. So, it was New Year's Eve, again. He came home with roses, trying to butter me up after another fight. I looked at those roses and I got beyond pissed. All those years, all the abuse, all the nastiness. I just exploded! I told him to fuck off and I blurted out that I was leaving. He got really nasty and started to charge me. I felt behind me and picked up full wine bottle and I hit him in the head with it!"

Her eyes brightened as she finished, "He was out cold! I got scared that he would wake up, so I literally grabbed as much of my stuff as I could grab and threw it in my car before he woke. I knew I couldn't stay as I was or he would find me. The song "Cherry Bomb" shuffled up on my iPod and a fire was lit in me as I looked in the rearview mirror. I stopped at a store and got some scissors and hair dye. I stayed at a cheap motel near Knoxville that night. I had really long hair at the time. But I cut my hair super short and dyed my jet-black hair to a crimson red. That became my color. I took a red shirt I had and cut it into straps, and I took a long red tartan skirt and cut it into a mini. I killed Leslie that night, and Cherry was born. As soon as I got to Nashville, I traded in my car for the red Jeep, using cash so there was no trace of a sale, legally changed my name, and I bought this place on the river. As soon as I opened the doors here, I felt…"

He finished her sentence, "…peace." He looked at him, "Yes. For the first time since I was sixteen, I felt at peace." He sighed and held her close, "Gods, I love ya so much! Do you know what happened to that fucker?" She shrugged, "Last I heard, he looked for me everywhere, but he couldn't find me. I got really good at concealing myself. I heard he found some rich widow he manipulated and moved to Tampa."

His ire raised up, "Are you serious?" She said, "Yep, and he opened some business overcharging for sports memorabilia." Drew kissed her deeply. She had been through so much in her life and the fact that he found her made him feel grateful. He said, "Head on upstairs. I'll be there in a moment." She bit her bottom lip, "Mmmm do you promise?" He grinned that heart stopping grin that made her melt, "Oh, I'm gonna make ya scream all night long, my love."

She jumped up, "OK! Don't keep me waiting! And thank you." He grinned, "Fer what?" She shrugged, "For being you. And being incredibly sexy." He smirked, "It's my blessing and my curse, love." She rolled her eyes and went upstairs. He called Sheamus, "Hey, mate. I need a favor. I need you to find a business and the owner in Tampa. We need ta pay this fucker a visit!"

Drew finished his conversation with his best friend, confident that he would find out the information he needed. He was going to make that motherfucker pay for what he did to his fiancé. He petted on the two large male cats sitting beside him on the couch, "Guys, I'm so ready to marry yer Ma, ya know. I wanna make a baby with her. Don't worry though, ya two will always be our babies." He got up and walked upstairs.

When he opened the bedroom door, his lips puckered and his knees nearly buckled from the sight that met his eyes. Cherry more than lived up to her name. She stood at the foot of the bed in a red lace bra with her ample breasts spilling over the top barely covering her nipples. She had matching red lace panties and nothing else but a smile on her cherry red lips.

She walked over to him, ran her finger down his chest and torso, smirking when she saw his cock was already hard under his shorts. She gave him that look as she slipped her hands under his shirt, rubbing his massive hairy chest, "What was that promise you made me? To make me scream all night long?"

She peeled his black Gun n' Roses shirt off. He pulled her over and laid a heart stopping kiss on her, his tongue a welcome invasion in her mouth. He picked her up and urged her to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands squeezed her derriere as he sat on the bed with her in his lap. He reached around, unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms.

His avaricious hands started squeezing those large mounds. He lifted the right one to his mouth and started licking his already hard nipple. He lovingly lapped it before taking it between his lips and teeth to suckle hard as she moaned. He turned his attention to the left as she bucked her hips up against his erection.

She pulled his hair out of the ponytail and ran her fingers through his scalp. She lightly pulled it to start searing his neck with kisses and licks. She ran her mouth and hands down his chest, moving lower to jerk both his shorts and underpants down. She knelt between his open seated legs and started stroking his cock as she licked the precum off the tip of his head.

He groaned loudly and threaded his finger in her crimson hair as she used her tongue up and down his shaft. "Goddamn it, woman! I love ya!", he moaned as she took his entire large and thick cock inside her mouth over and over. Her red head bobbed up and down and he gripped her hair harder as he felt the back of her throat massage his large head and her lips and tongue caressed his hardness.

His eyes rolled in the back of his head, "Oh fuck! Baby, I'm gonna cum! Oh shit!" He felt her giggle vibrate as she blew him and he couldn't hold it anymore. His white-hot load shot out like a cannon blast inside her mouth. She took all he gave and swallowed it, licking the rest off his tip and looking up at him with that devil look in her eyes.

She stood up before him as he came down from euphoria, still hard and pulsing, "That was my way of saying Thank You, baby! I love you!" He hooked his fingers in the side of her panties, gave her a hungry look and jerked hard, ripping her underwear to shreds. She gasped as he pulled her to him, placing her right leg on his shoulder and growled, "Then allow me to you my appreciation, love." He spun her around to lay her on the bed.

He slowly crawled up between her wide spread thighs, "I promised ta make ya scream all night long, Love. I'm a man of my word. I crave that sweet taste of ya!" He moved his mouth down to her open slit and started sucking on one of her lips. She nearly jumped and sucked in a breath as he paid loving attention to each lip, using his tongue to soothe, then moving it to her clit. He sucked hard and chewed on the throbbing nub, then licked it and repeating each beautifully torturous movement for what seemed like forever.

She came so many times, she lost count screaming his name. She gripped the sheets and comforter as he ran his tongue all the inside and up, lapping up every bit of her juice. Feeling the rub of his beard brush up against her pussy made her cum even harder. He went back to sucking on her clit and inserted a finger inside, twisting, circling and probing her core until she shattered again against his hand and mouth.

He looked at her, licking her cum off his fingers and touched her flushed and sweaty body with his fingertips. He kissed her all the way up her belly and the valley between her breasts. Feeling the hair from his chest and torso graze her sensitive skin made her moan as he took her into a deep kiss. She cupped his whiskered cheeks lovingly as he hooked her knees on his muscular arms and placed his head at her entrance, leaving her helpless to him.

He was already panting hard as he looked down on her, "I love ya, Cherry! Yer mine forever.", and he slid in slowly inside until he was fully sheathed in her wet warmth. She screeched breathlessly and clawed at his arms and chest as his rhythm increased slowly with each loving stroke. She moaned tender gibberish as he tilting her hips up slightly, allowing his head to brush again her clinching walls and core, causing her to orgasm hard. He felt her slickness increase every time she came.

He groaned as he felt every clamping down of her insides against his hardness. She arched her back as he started pounding her feverishly. She screamed, "Oh god! Drew, I love you! Fuck me harder! Give me a baby! Oh fuck me!" She unleashed another cry as she came again. This time, he whimpered and moaned, "I love ya! Oh shit, I'm cumming!", as he came inside her in a rushing torrent, filling her with his seed. Still hard and pulsing with orgasm, he collapsed on her, weak with love, kissing her mouth, cheek, ear and neck.

He looked down at her with all the love in the world in his eyes and said, "I think I just gave you a baby, Love." She laughed, still feeling his incredibly large length inside, "I hope you did. But you know, you promised to make me scream all night. It's only 11:00. We have to make sure the job is completely done to my satisfaction.", she smiled and reached up to kiss him. He chuckled and smirked, "Well then, Love. Your wish is my command."

True to his word, Drew made Cherry scream in pleasure all night. Any and every position was utilized in their baby making efforts. After a loud groan from yet another orgasm as he pounded her from behind, they both laid in the wrecked bed tangled up in each other's arms, sweaty, flushed and well loved with her head on his chest asleep.

Drew woke a couple of hours later when he heard his text go off. It was Sheamus with an update. Drew nearly threw his phone when he saw the message but decided not to wake Cherry from her sated slumber. His eyes burned with rage and anger as he read: "Drew, I found the fucker. Phil Rumsfeld, owner of Tampa Comics & Collectibles. I did some more digging on him and ya won't believe it! Brother, he's the asshole that has been funding Taryn and Adam Ridge's bullshit against us! And I just got word from Det. Brodie that Taryn was released on bond! I guarantee this bastard sprung her from jail!"