Hello, my loves! I totally forgot to mention that my girl Tm12Brady wrote the Randy & Denise section of the last chapter! Love her so much! She will be writing the second part of this two part section as well. Give her some love, along with wwechristina for the love and reviews!
Ok...let's go to Scotland! What will happen on the first plane out, the Jamie Lu, and the Angels group? Let's find out!
The Plane Ride: Part 1
The Jamie Lu
At the private airfield outside Nashville, Cherry and Drew arrived fashionably late, Christine was already there with Sheamus, and Kevin was going over the itinerary with a very shaky Lady Christina. Drew got in the plane first, plopping down next to Sheamus. He sighed at the smiling Scotsman, "Muppet! Late again!" Drew shrugged, "Of course! Not my fault I have a hot gal ta shower with, ya old bastard!" Sheamus sighed, "I'm not that old, ya wanker. Still irked about that "Old Bastard" balloon. Tosser!"
Lady Christina gasped, "Guys! Please. Stop talking so loud...ugh..." Again, she excused herself to the bathroom. Cherry called after her, "Ladybug, are you OK?" But Lady had shut the doors by the time she got the sentence out. Cherry looked over and smiled at Drew. She had decided tell him about the twins as soon as the plane leveled off. She didn't want to wait a moment longer. However, Christine came from the cockpit, sitting down by Cherry, sipping what looked like a bloody Mary. Cherry asked, "Chris, are you supposed to be drinking? I mean after your episode?"
She said, slurring a little, "Ah, they're not that strong. Besides! This is gonna be better than our nights in Vegas, Sis!" Cherry bit her lip, "Uh. Let's not talk about that, Christine." Christine chugged her glass quickly, laughing. "Come on, we had fun! But I think you had more fun. Mmm! Man, are these good! I'm gonna need another!" She got up fast before takeoff, made another drink and chugged it again.
It was then Dom spoke over the intercom, "Ladies and Gents, welcome to the Jamie Lu. Everything you'd ever want or desire is here. Christine, our proprietor, will answer any questions. Have a wonderful trip and we will be in Scotland soon in about eight hours." Christine raised her glass as the plane took off and said, "Here's to Scotland, to us, and to Bloody Marys tasting so damn good. Lady, looking at the red drink and feeling the leveling off of the plane, fought back another wave of nausea.
Christine now downed her fourth glass of bloody Mary happiness. She was feeling good. A bit too good. She sighed and garbled, Oh Cher! My Sis! I sure miss those night romps. Just you and me, Cherry. We were young and dumb and full of beans. Drew! Drew! Did Cherry ever tell you about the night we flew in to McCarran Airport and gambled at the Flamingo? I won like two grand! Then, we went to some hot stripper show, oh crap what was it?"
Cherry, feeling uncomfortable by the turn of the conversation, said, "It was a burlesque show. Nothing much to say about it." Christine laughed more, "Ah, no! Are you crazy? Drew, your hot mamma there. They pulled her onstage. Of course, I gave the guys a tip to do it." Cherry nodded. She noticed Drew becoming annoyed a bit, "It's nothing really. That's enough, Chris." Sheamus, whispered to her, "Lass, ya need ta chill."
But Christine heard nothing in her drunked haze, "OK sure! If by nothing you mean you didn't flash those guys? Hello! What about those two blonde guys from Thunder From Down Under? They tried to double team you. And they tried hard!" Drew asked Cherry, the jealousy and anger building in his voice, "What did ya do?" Cherry, not believing she was having to defend herself from her past yet again, groaned, "Drew, this was like five years ago. The two of us were celebrating our independence from two stupid men."
Kevin, seeing the tension on everyone's face, said, "OK, no more Bloody Marys fer ya, Phoenix." But she wouldn't stop, "Drew, it was brilliant. I took a grand of that money, I gambled it, turned it into five grand! I told Miss Cherry here to show off those beautiful tits of hers. It's not like I didn't show mine off too. Those boys couldn't handle us."
Cherry, mortified looking at Drew's irritated face, said, "Christine, please! That's enough! It wasn't like that, Drew. Nothing else happened. I'm serious, Baby!" Christine put her hand on Cherry's knee, "I can't believe you didn't bring this up to Drew. She bared it all, Andrew. She had those guys drooling and cumming in their pants!"
Drew was silent, getting up quickly and walking to the other end of the jet. Cherry tried to grab his hand, but he turned away from her. She stood up and was livid as she screamed at her best friend, "Goddamn it, Christine! Really? This is the second time I've tried to tell him something important and you've fucked it up! And you know how damn jealous he can get! FUCK!" Lady went to her and tried to grab her hand, "Cher, let's try to calm down." Cherry wasn't having it as she stormed off, "No, I have to go justify myself for past actions yet again instead of telling him my news. Goddamn it!"
Christine asked, confused and loopy, "Why'd McInFart leave?" Sheamus sighed at her, clearly annoyed by her actions, "Because of yer mouth, lass." She shrugged, "I'm just talking about how much fun we had." Sheamus grumbled as he got up, "And yer drunk. I just hope ya didn't just cause irreparable damage ta our best friends' relationship. What were ya thinking?!" Lady and Kevin bot up and walked to their private quarters, leaving Christine sitting alone with her Bloody Mary.
As Cherry went off to find Drew, Christine still was reminiscing about that trip in her alcohol fueled mind. After she was finally awarded the money from the settlement from the hospital massacre, she bought the plane. She hooked back up with Cherry and they both worked freelance jobs in security. The two ladies went on a two-night trip to Vegas. Christine got them a huge suite at the Flamingo. They gambled. They feasted. And they saw shows. All the dirty stripping shows they could watch in a forty-eight-hour span. Once in a while, they'd get together, laughing hysterically about it. But that was almost five years ago. Before Drew and Sheamus came into their lives and healed both their broken hearts.
Meanwhile, Cherry went to the back of the plane where the private TV room was. She knew by the quiet of the room Drew was upset and mad. Cherry swallowed the lump in her throat and and mentally girded herself up for another fight. It shouldn't be like this. She should be telling him he was going to be a father, not having to explain a stupid moment from her past.
Cherry walked in and shut the door. She looked over at Drew, who was pacing back and forth again. His face scowling. His mumbling words sounding harsh. Occasionally he'd close his eyes and run his hands through his long dark hair. She sighed, "Drew, I..." He growled, "Are ya here ta explain this one away? Just like ya did with that Mark guy."
She pleaded with him, "Drew, please! That was a long time ago. We just wanted to cut loose. Christine just got the plane. Drew, seriously! We only just had some fun!" Drew turned to her, hurt all over his face, "FUN?! Ya call flashing yer tits fer some pretty boys fun?! Getting so drunk anything coulda happened fun?!" She was defiant, "Oh my God! Are you really gonna try to pull this shit on me? What about your past? All the bullshit at the Playboy Mansion with that whore? Sheamus told me how you wouldn't show up for your matches"
Drew groaned, "I stopped all that shit. I had my low time. I learned from my past. I lost my job. I lost my Mum..." She spat out angrily, "And what in the hell do you call what I went through? I had been manipulated and controlled by a complete bastard for years! And everything Christine went through…" Cherry blinked away her tears, "So we had some fun in Vegas. I think we deserved to blow off some steam!"
Drew shook his head, "What if ya both got hurt or worse!?" Cherry sighed loudly, "We never got stupid, Drew. What is with you? Are you jealous? That was my past. I love you and only you." Drew sat down, looking up at her, "Cherry, Love. I'm not jealous. It's just..." Cherry now became agitated, "Just what Drew? Spit it out!" Drew yelled, his eyes lost in painful emotions, "I'm afraid! OK?! I'm afraid of repeating my past. She...I was out on a tour, thinking she was home. She was at the Playboy Mansion letting those men touch her…more than touch..."
Cherry gasped, "Oh Baby." She sat next to Drew, reaching for his hand. He shook his head, pushing her away, "My only fear, Cherry. The one fear that haunts me. My past. How I was. How she hurt me." Cherry lowered her lips to his shoulder, giving him a gentle kiss, "I'd never, ever leave you or betray you. I love you, Andrew. I'm here for you."
Drew looked at her now, a mix of anger, sadness and fear. When he took a deep breath, Cherry expected him to talk, to continue his railing at her about the Vegas trip. She wasn't ready for him to pin her to the leather couch, straddling her as he roughly kissed her, love bruising her lips. Cherry only moaned, her hands clawing down his back and her body arching to meet his wanton lust.
As this was going on, Christine was in a haze. She hadn't drunk like that in a long time. Her fifth bloody Mary was her downfall. Her hazel eyes focused on the Irishman in front of her. She could tell he was mad due to her talking about the Vegas incident. She said flatly, "Lass, yer drunk. I'm taking ya ta bed. Ya need ta sleep it off."
She slinked seductively over to him, "Oh... Sheamy. Take me to bed, Daddy. Take me now. " Sheamus sighed, picking her up in his arms and going to their private quarters, "No. We're not gonna do this." He thought he heard something from the other room. As he went to the bed, Christine kissed his neck, leaving a lick at his beard. She whispered, "Fuck me, Sheamy." Sheamus grumbled, laying her down in the big bed, "No." He went to stand up, when Christine grabbed him to her. He said, "Lass, yer drunk. Sleep it off!"
Sheamus couldn't help how she writhed around on the bed, it turned him on a bit. Christine moaned, crawling to him sitting, "You're so hot, Sheamy." Her hands ran up and down his chest, now she hummed as her fingers cupped his bulging hardness. She hissed, kissing his cheek, "So fucking hard..." Sheamus bit his lip, trying to ignore the feeling that bubbled up through him, "Lass, don't. Please."
Christine moaned, cupping him more, "Such a big cock. You wanna fuck me. I see it. Go on. Fuck me. We're forty-five thousand feet high, Sheamy. Think about it." He tried to fight hos much her was turned on, "Yer drunk. I'm not about ta take advantage of…" Christine straddled his lap, forcing her tongue in his mouth as she rubbed the bulge that tented from his jeans.
Christine bounced up and down, both of their chests against each other, "Sheamy. Let's fuck." Christine now shoved his shirt up and over his chest, rubbing his muscles. Sheamus tried to avoid the lust building inside him as his erection got painfully hard. His mind swirling, he returned the hot kisses she left.
Shoving her down to the bed, he held her hands above her head with his left hand as his right pulled at her clothes. Christine moaned louder, struggling against Sheamus' strong arms and hands as he pulled her leggings down, forcing his two fingers in her panties, "Ya want me to fuck ya? I will. I'll fuck ya so hard..." She mumbled, spreading her thighs to him, "Oh! That big Irish cock might hurt me."
Sheamus grumbled, sitting up as he straddled her waist, finishing taking his shirt off and unbuttoning his jeans, "Don't ya dare move." Christine cried to him now, begging to be let lose so she could rub him. Caress him. Hug him, "I wanna touch you, Irish daddy." He said, "Well, ya can't." Sheamus sighed, unzipping himself and pulling his raging hard penis out. With a strong push, he shoved her shirt and bra up forcefully, fondling her breasts.
Christine moaned louder, struggling again as Sheamus feasted on her breasts and nipples, "Ohgodohgodohgoddd.." Sheamus now pulled her leggings the rest of the way off, her panties followed. He finished undressing himself, roughly turning Christine over on her stomach. He said as he entered her from behind, "I'm gonna fuck this sweet treasure so hard, Lass!" Christine cried as Sheamus was raw and rough. He pulled her to him, her back against his chest as he continued to pulse hard and fast into her.
She said, bouncing around trying to keep up, "Oh God, Sheamy. I love you!" Sheamus pulled from her, Christine collapsed on the bed, she turned to face him, the vision of her hot Irish daddy still stroking his large member and the lust in his blue eyes made her hornier. Sheamus took a deep breath, grabbing her to him as he placed her left leg over his arm.
He entered her again, this time slower and more pronounced. He held his thrusts, each one harder and faster. They both moaned and orgasmed in unison, Christine felt his warm gift inside her as Sheamus felt her pulse around him. He cursed, "Damn it, Phoenix! Yer so beautiful." Christine sighed, holding Sheamus to her, kissing his forehead. "Oh, Sheamy. my sexy Irishman." But with that, she went out like a light in his arms.
As Sheamus and Christine were having their tryst, Drew had Cherry pinned under him on the leather couch in the TV room, continuing his hard and beautiful assault on her red lips, with his hands caressing her every curve. Cherry begged as she broke from the spell, "Drew, just speak to me. Don't let our pasts ruin our future. We're gonna take care of that bitch someday. I know it." She pushed his messy hair from his face as he reared up, stripping his shirt off.
He was still silent and looking sullen. She looked at him with love in her eyes, "Drew! Goddamn it. You're so perfect. I love what we have. I love the fact we're together and that we're inlove. I love it that we're..." She stopped short of telling him the news of her pregnancy. He sighed when Cherry wrapped her arms around his neck, "Cherry, yer right. I'm sorry I can't let it go or cut it loose. I'm trying, Love."
She sat up and put her head on his shoulder, "I'm sorry that what she said hurt you. Or if it brought up bad memories. I know Christine didn't mean it." Drew sighed, "Aye, again yer right. She's broken too. She needs ta mend. She needs us ta be her family." She said, "She has us. We're her family. I hope she's not too drunk." They laughed and Drew nodded, "I'm sure Sheamo is taking good care of her. Their perfect fer each other." She said, "They are."
Cherry pulled Drew closer, both of them gently kissing each other again. Quickly, the kisses got intense and hot. Cherry pulled away from Drew's embrace, smiling. He asked, "What?" She chickened out about telling him about the twins for the moment and said, "I was watching some old 3MB videos." He groaned to her, "Fucking hell! Christ, why? Ya sure know how ta spoil a mood."
She giggled and said, "No! Listen. I don't know the match, but you're on your knees. Thrusting, your hair whipping around. Mmm, those fucking leather pants." He hummed, "Yer really smitten with that, huh?" Cherry sighed again, "I am, Drew. You're just so damn fuckable." He raised his eyebrow and said, "Aye. But I'm not tha only fuckable one in this room."
Drew kissed her hard, kneeling up to her and pulling her to him and sitting her on his lap. Cherry could feel his erection growing under her in his low riding jeans. She sighed, "Oh Daddy! I feel you." He panted, "Ya feel it, Love?" He started to thrust upwards to meet her hips. He laid her down again, getting up and kneeling on the floor, pulling his hair out of the ponytail and starting to whip his head around slowly. She leaned up, watching him, "Be careful, Drew. Your neck."
Drew moved around, his hips swaying slowly as he thrusted upwards, calling her with his finger. He growled, giving her that angry, lusty look, "Come here, Love." Cherry almost squealed at her fiancé on his knees. She walked over slowly, stopping in front of him. He sighed, "Yer so fucking beautiful." She said back to him, "You're adorable."
She hummed as he pulled her over to him as she took her top off. Cherry almost started to cry when Drew laid his head on her stomach. Soon, she said to herself, her stomach will grow with their child. Their babies! Drew was talking about when he went back home last year, the joy over seeing his nephew grow had him saying to Sheamus and Christine about being a father. How he wanted to make his own father a grandfather again.
Drew smiled against her stomach, and his beard tickled her to the point of where she laughed. He said, "I can't wait ta get home. Yer in fer a treat. Yer gonna meet my family. Yer gonna see where I was born." She threaded her hands in his now wild long hair, "I can't wait, Drew. I've only talked to your dad and brother online. I'm excited…for so many reasons."
Cherry sighed as Drew started thrusting his hips again, closing his eyes. In his mind he went back to those days. The 3MB days with his friends, Heath Slater and Jinder Mahal. Every night was a party. The whole "rockstar" act was a brilliant distraction from the fact Drew was self-destructing, be it with drinking or acting out. The combination of losing his mother to cancer and his divorce earlier made him not care about anything.
He didn't even care about wrestling for the WWE. The one thing he loved. The one thing that was always there for him. His friends warned him to straighten up. But he ignored it all, it was only when it came crashing down and he lost everything it happened. He had put himself back together on the indies, but he still had his bad days every now and then.
Four Years Ago: Nashville
One of those days was not long after the Angels had formed. He was frustrated and, after being sober for a couple of years, he felt he needed a few drinks to blow off some steam. A few turned into a few too many in that dive Nashville bar. He was so out of it he didn't even realize a set of eyes were on him. A set of eyes who was up to no good.
But, at the same time, there were three more sets of eyes watching Drew, and those he could feel, making him more irritated. You could say it was their job to protect him, from danger and from himself. He had met all three of the Angels during the process of interviewing them, but he rarely thought about how three women, or "little girls" as he called them, could protect them.
One that he constantly thought of was that gorgeous redhead he couldn't get off his mind. He saw her in his peripheral vision and grumbled, "She doesn't want me. She teases and flirts with me, but no way she'd ever have me. And who could blame her? I'm damaged goods. But I want her. Oh fuck, do I want her screaming my name while I bury my cock balls deep into that sweet pussy! Damn it, Drew! Snap out of it! Yer torturing yerself. Ya can't have her."
The three Angels sat in a far corner at the bar. Drew had been there for almost three hours. Christine was starting to get ornery. She moaned, "Ok, it's been three damn hours. This sucks ass! Babysitting a grown ass man!" Cherry said, "Girl, chill.", her eyes never leaving Drew as she watched him drink. She watched the bartender.
Christine stood up, waving a few dollars, "OK. Then I'm gonna play the damn jukebox!" Lady Christina gasped, "Oh no you don't! You'll play some odd song and our cover will be blown." Christine folded her arms, "Seriously. I need to play some songs. There are not even any good sports or something here!" Christine walked to the jukebox, knowing the other patrons stared at her.
She didn't dress like them. Far from it. It stung a bit when she heard one guy say, Honey, the 80's called and you should go back." As she slid the money into the neon jukebox, she whispered to herself, "I wish I could go back. Everything was so perfect then." She glared at the guy who said it, who now made and nasty gesture at her. She rolled her eyes, "I don't know why people try me. Like I got the goddamn mark of Cain or something."
Soon, the beginning of Lynard Skynard's That Smell started. Cherry and Lady Christina both slapped their heads. They knew why Christine played that song. Cherry said, "Goddamn it. Here we go." Lady soothed, "Let's try to focus on Drew." As she walked back, the obscene man stood in front of her. Christine shook her head when the man had his hand between his legs, grabbing himself.
He slurred, "Hey, 80's bitch, wanna fool around?" She shook her head, "No thanks. You're not my type." He said, grabbing her jeweled left hand, "But, I've always wanted to fuck an older woman. How about you get that pretty hand here, then open those lips…" He didn't see her slap his cheek, a backhand so violent, it caused "ohhs" from the dancefloor.
She snarled, glancing at Cherry, "I told you, you're not my type. That man isn't invented. That man doesn't exist." Christine went to the exit, getting some fresh air when she thought she heard Drew's voice. She wanted to scream at Cherry and Lady when she saw two men trying to go after Drew in the Parking lot. She cursed, "Damn it! Guess I gotta handle it myself." She ran, hoping that it wasn't too late.
Drew had just ducked out the back of the bar after realizing the three Angels were there and not wanting Cherry to see him in such a vulnerable state. He grumbled to himself, looking for his car in the lot, "This bullshit with these little girls is pissing me off. Kevin and his bullshit." He shook his head. Drew laughed as he unzipped his jeans and took a piss in the lot, "Speaking of pissed..."
He finished up when he saw two shadows behind him. He never saw the man hit him from behind, causing Drew to black out for a moment. He came to after he felt hands on him. He was being robbed. He got up, instinctively punching the man grabbing his keys, knocking him to the ground. The second man hit Drew in his side, causing Drew to fall to his knees holding his side.
The man towered over his prone form, cocking his fist back when his eyes grew wide and he fell screaming. Drew saw the man holding himself between the legs, crying. When Drew looked up, he raised an eyebrow at the feminine form in front of him. Dressed in black with a black leather jacket on. The jewelry she wore sparkled in the lights of the parking lot. Her long brown hair held back by a purple bandana.
"You OK, McInFart?" She knelt by him. "You're bleeding." Her right hand touched his cheek and lip. He stood up slowly, grabbing his keys from the ground, "Ah, I'm fine. That was badass how ya did that." She said, still looking around, "It was nothing. Come on, let's get back to HQ. Clean you up." He shrugged her off, "I don't wanna go there." Christine sighed loudly, "Drew, come on. The cops are will be here soon. The Angels don't know I'm out here even! I kicked a guy's ass in the bar!"
Drew leaned against his truck, "Yer the Angel who don't play well with others. I don't play nice with others as well." Drew looked her up and down, "Anyone ever tell ya how hot ya look kicking ass?" She shook her head annoyed, "No. All I get is 'wow looks like 1989 threw up on you.' or 'go back to that time.' or I get guys who are pervy." Drew laughed, gently stroking her cheek with his knuckles "I'd offer my services ta take the asshole out, but ya can take care of yerself."
Christine laughed, and Drew felt that little trembling from her, "Let me guess, ya never had a guy do that." He sighed, stroking her cheek again. Christine groaned, "Bingo. You're on fire tonight, McInfart. Trust me, guys weren't chasing me or knocking on my door. Then I thought I had love..." Christine stopped talking, looking distantly out into the Nashville night.
Drew said seriously, "Love is a horrible joke. I loved Taryn and she shit all over our marriage. I loved my Mum. She passed away from cancer. She was in pain and I was so helpless." Christine nodded, looking up at the Scotsman, "Yeah. Helpless. Having your loved one torn from you...taken..." Her voice cracked, "I get it. Look up the Cleveland hospital massacre. A disgruntled man came into the hospital. Killed 63 people. My parents were two of them."
Drew gasped silently "God's, that's horrible." He stood in front of her now, his right hand leaving her cheek and running through her hair. Drew felt Christine's tears. Both of them stood there, for what seemed like an eternity. It was then Drew pulled her lips to his, and they kissed. At first, Christine ran her hands on Drew's arms and chest. Drew pulled her closer, only stopping the kissing for air between them.
She said, "Drew, no. This isn't right." He smirked at her, "I think it is. Bloody hell it's right. Let's go back ta my place. Get ya warmed up. I'm already seeing ya nude, in my arms. Wearing that jewelry and my kisses..." She pushed him away, "Drew. I'm serious." We're not right for each other. All it would be is a roll in bed, no emotions." Drew smirked more, giving her a wink, "So?" Christine understood how attractive Drew was.
She looked at him, "I'm not like that. Neither are you." He asked, "So yer gonna just walk this road by yerself, lass? Yer afraid just ta fool around?" She turned from him, the tears hot down her face as she went to the red El Camino, "I'd rather be alone than screw it all up. Besides, there's a girl who right and perfect for you, Drew. She's the one for you, not me." Drew walked over before she drove off. Drew knew Christine was right. He felt as if she was more of a big sister to him. But the one he wants will never want him for nothing but as an assignment, maybe a friend. He whispered as he saw her speed off into the warm Nashville night, "I wish I could take all that pain away."
Back in the bar, Cherry and Lady Christina were upset, angry, and God knows what else. They got distracted by Christine's fight with a guy out by the jukebox that now they didn't know where she went to. To make matters worse, Drew was gone too. Lady Christina saw something in Cherry's eyes that was different. It was a sadness.
She asked as they left to go to their cars, "Cherry, are you alright? You seem quiet." She mumbled, "Uh. Yeah. I'm OK. Just worried." She stopped talking. In the short time that the Angels had been formed, she and Christine was the only one who wasn't as open as everyone else was. Cherry knew some of the secrets she had.
It upset Cherry a little more when Drew met Christine, it seemed as if they had something. There would be times their eyes met and they'd laugh. Or Kevin would be explaining something and the two of them made faces to each other. Christine knew Cherry had a bit of a crush on Drew. She had never told her…she just knew. She had known her better than she knew herself from the first time they had met.
Cherry mumbled as she looked for Drew and Phoenix, "She wouldn't try to be with him, would she? She said she's not the kind of girl for him. Goddamn it, Cherry, get your head in the game!" Lady Christina gasped, "Cherry, what are you saying? The one guy outside just said two guys tried to rob Drew. I guess Christine took care of it." Cherry fumed, "She did what?" Lady eased, "Woah! Calm down, Sis. I just talked to the police. They saw Christine leave. Drew stayed behind and told them what happened. Then, the cop said he told them he didn't want her alone."
Cherry bit her lip, "You mean... Drew... Christine..." She sighed, "Cherry, you're overreacting." She shouted, "No I'm not, Ladybug! She just thinks she can waltz on in and have whatever?" Lady said, "You're being unfair, Cherry. You know Drew and Christine aren't like that." Cherry voice became increasingly agitated, "Really? Explain the little laughs, the looks they give each other. The other day at HQ, I found both of them on the floor laughing and poking each other! I mean!"
Lady looked at her, "And you're not going out with Drew. You're not dating him. I suggest you tell Drew how you feel." She shook her head, "Oh. Uh ok. I'll just go up to him and say wow you're cute, maybe I wanna screw around with you? Besides, he's my goddamn assignment. I can't have feeling for him, remember?" As she got into her red Jeep, Lady said, "Cherry, calm down. You know Christine better than I do. Better then Kevin does." She mumbled, "I thought I knew her.", as she sped off.
Almost thirty minutes later, he pulled his truck into the empty parking lot of the riverbank. One by one, the building lights turned off. He wasn't alone in the lot. There on the hood of the dark red El Camino, Christine sat, singing along with the song on the car radio. She said as he walked up to her, "Andrew, why?" He explained, "Because I think in a former life, we were twins. We know each other's emotions. We laugh at the same stupid shit. No one understands us."
She slid off the car, facing Drew, "Yeah. I kinda got that vibe too." He shook his head, "Yer a beautiful woman, Christine. One day yer gonna find that guy and make him smile. He'll have that glimmer in his eyes when he thinks of ya. You'll know. Yer not stupid." She wasn't buying it, Oh yeah, of course. He's out there. Maybe he's here in Nashville. Or, maybe...I don't know. Ireland. Or Scotland."
Drew smirked again, "Ireland, ya say? I can hook ya up with a certain silly old bastard Irishman." She gasped, "Sheamus? No. He's...no. just no." Drew laughed, "Ah, ya like him, eh?" She shook her head, "No! Drew, stop." He smugly said, "Ya said yerself, I'm yer little brother. Now my bestie is a great person. Unlike me, he's a complete gentleman. I think you two should go out on a date." She hit his arm, "Date. No! Ugh! Drew, why do I try to be serious around you!"
Drew pulled her into a hug, "Ya do know I love ya, Sis.", he said as he rubbed Christine's back. "I'm always here. Remember it's you and me against the world." He left a sweet kiss on her cheek. She laughed, "Andrew Galloway. You're a real shitter. I love you too, Bro. But there is another you're meant to take on the world with, and I'm pretty sure you know who I'm talking about. I'm going home. It's late. Make that it's early."
He said, "No worries. I won't tell Sheamo how good of a kisser ya are." She hollered, "Drew!" "You do that and the next time I see you, you're in in trouble." He rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah yeah. Go home, Lass. I'll follow ya." They got back into their vehicles, Drew followed Christine to the Diamond Building, making sure she got inside OK. Before he left, he sent Sheamus a text: 'I know it's late. Christine is smitten with you. You need to quit waffling and act on it, fella'
Cherry passed by the Diamond Building, watching as Christine pulled into the bottom garage. A blue truck following her. Cherry gripped her steering wheel hard, "Damn it, that's his truck! I fucking knew it! I knew it...wait..." She watched as Christine got out, talking with Drew for a moment while still in his truck. Then Drew took off. Cherry thought, "Odd." She pulled into the Diamond Building. Drew looked in his rear view mirror and his heart jumped when he saw Cherry emerge from her Jeep and walk in. He pulled over and waited, knowing he needed to handle something with her.
When Christine answered her buzzer, Cherry heard the pain in her voice. Christine moaned, "Hey, Sis." She had changed from her stealthy black clothes into a pair of jammy pants and black tank top. Cherry sighed, "Uh. Just checking on you. Kinda scard us tonight." She said, "I was gonna call you. Come in." They sat down in Christine's living room, the only light coming from the electric fireplace.
Christine said, "Drew got attacked tonight. Luckily I was out there." Cherry said flatly, looking into the fire, "Yeah. We talked to the cops." Christine sighed, "Drew's a good man, Sis. He's just, he's hurt." She said, "You seem to know a lot about Drew. Seems like the two of you are just perfect for each other. " Christine stood up, tears stinging her already red eyes, "Cherry, no. Please listen to me. Drew is a beautiful person. But...he's not the guy for me."
Cherry tried hard not to let her sarcasm seep out "Oh? He seems like he's the perfect man for you." She shook her head, "That's why I'm not interested in him like that. It's like looking in the mirror. Cherry, I know you like him. I'd never ever come in between that. Never! You've helped me too much."
Cherry was still in full denial mode, "I don't know what you're talking about. He is my assignment. Nothing else." Christine said, "Cut the shit. I know you like him a lot and he likes you. You need to stop being a stubborn ass, just like him. I need stability. I need an adult. I'm still that child who's lost. I'm still that weak girl watching as the fire grows..." Cherry interrupted, "No you're not. You're strong. I doubt you'd be an Angel if you weren't."
Christine sighed again, "Yeah, I guess. Wanna stay over? I'll make us breakfast tomorrow?" Cherry smiled, "Nah. I gotta get home. I will take a raincheck on breakfast." Christine smiled, wiping her eyes, "OK, deal. I've not cried as much as I have since being with this gang." Cherry said, "That's OK. It's ok to let your emotions out. This really is a cool place. I mean it. I'm a bit jealous." Christine rolled her eyes, "Oh come on, you got that place in the woods by the river? It's so peaceful. So romantic."
Cherry gaped at her, "Romantic? You? Christine, the solo Angel saying romantic?" She nodded, "Yeah. I said it. Sis, I can see you and Drew together. Don't look at me like that. I just know. You're afraid of getting hurt and he's scared to trust anyone with his heart again, but one day, it's gonna happen. That spark is there and it burns hot." Christine hugged Cherry tightly, "Trust the Phoenix. I don't lie to the ones I love."
Cherry didn't realize she was getting emotional with Christine's words until she felt the tears release from her eyes. She wiped them away quickly and asked, "Well, what about you and a certain doofus Irishman?" Christine nodded, "One can wish, Cherry.", and watched Cherry go to her jeep. After she left, she went back upstairs.
Looking at her phone, she smiled when she saw a text from Sheamus: "I know it's late. Drew told me you were in a fight. Are you ok?" She texted him back: "Yep. Fine. Before HQ tomorrow, stop by for breakfast?" He responded: You do know the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I'll be by at 8." Christine smiled, pulling back the covers and resting her head.
It was that night she had a wonderful dream. Cherry and Drew were getting married. In Scotland. But the best part was the fact Christine was with Sheamus. And he was dressed to kill in a black kilt with a white shirt and black vest. They were in love. Sheamus proposed to Christine after the ceremony. Christine sighed a happy sigh as she dreamt.
Cherry arrived at her home on Riverside around fifteen minutes later. She was getting out if her car and heading to her front door, when a truck pulled up behind her Jeep. She thought, "What the fuck?" She came off the porch down the steps, ready to kick someone's ass. Then, she heard that sexy Scottish voice, "A little late ta be out at night, Isn't it, Love?"
Cherry eyes, widened, "Drew! What the hell are you doing here?" He looked around, "I followed ya from Phoenix's place." She shook her head, "You followed me? Why?" He shrugged, leaning against her Jeep looking sexy as sin with his large arms crossed, "I just wanted ta make sure ya got home safe. Wow! This is a nice place!"
She was breathing heavy, "I appreciate it, but I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. You can't be here." She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her hand, "Hey! Why are ya so sore at me?" That touch was almost too much for both of them. They both felt the heat between them. He looked at her green eyes and sworn he would die to get lost in them. He asked, "Why are ya trembling?"
She was trembling because she wanted to tell him she wanted him so bad, she could taste it. But she pulled her hand out of his, "I'm not trembling. And yeah, I'm mad at you! Your little stunt could've gotten both you and Christine hurt." He moved closer, "That's not it. Yer mad because I was with Christine. Nothing happened between us. It's not like that."
He was right, of course. But she would never give this arrogant jackass the satisfaction of know the effect he had on her. She couldn't afford to. She rolled her eyes, "Don't flatter yourself, Galloway. Not every woman wants to fuck you." He got very close to her and asked, "Yer saying ya don't?" She couldn't let him know how she felt. She couldn't get personally involved with her assignment. It could spell danger for all and a devastating heartbreak for her. She simply said, "Go home, Drew."
She turned around and left him standing there alone, quickly rushing behind her front door. He got in his truck, feeling dejected and sad. He looked at her, peaking through front door. He had a vision of him running up to the front door and kicking it down, grabbing her and kissing her senseless, ripping her clothes off and sitting her on her kitchen counter burying himself inside the Heaven he just knew she felt like. He whispered up to her, even though he knew couldn't hear him, "Someday, my Love.", as he drove away.
Cherry stood there at the window and watched him drive away, wiping tears away and cursing herself for her weakness for him. She wished he had come after her and made love to her. She said to herself, "It's for the best. He can never be anything more that the person I guard and protect. I can't want him. I just can't. But I do."
Present Day - The Jamie Lu
Back in the present on the plane, Drew opened his eyes looking up at Cherry. He stood up, shaking his head, "I'm still mad at ya, Love." Cherry was frustrated by this as she shouted, "What?! Drew, for fuck's sake! Come on. I'm sorry. That was then. I'd never flash anyone else now. Only you." The breath left his body. Cherry was standing in front of him, just out of reach. Her chest heaving a bit from being upset.
Drew's emotions were raging. He wasn't mad, he was horny as hell! It didn't help she had already taken her shirt off, and now she was only wearing a sexy red bra barely concealing the voluptuous breasts he loved feasting on. God, he wanted those bad boys in his mouth so bad at tat moment. He hissed as he palmed the growing erection trapped in his jeans.
Cherry saw this and licked her lips. She knew how to make him weak and calm him down. Her hands went up her sides, caressing her lace and satin covered breasts. She murmured, "Drew, Baby, please don't be mad." He sighed, "I'm trying not ta be but, it hurts. I love ya. Ya just had me doing some stupid 3MB shit. And I did it because I love ya so damn much." She put her hands on her hips, "Well I don't think it's stupid. I don't think anything you do is stupid. You were sexy then. You're sexy now. Guess what, when were old and grey and half dead, you'll still be sexy to me."
Drew sighed, "Oh, bugger off, Cherry!" Her eyes grew with anger, "Excuse me! What did you say to me?" He snarled, "I said BUGGER OFF! Ya know, it means fuck off!" She threw her arms up in the air and bit back, "Bugger off? You know what, Drew…" She got real close to him, staring daggers into his intense blue eyes. "FUCK YOU!" He laughed, "Fuck me? Ya better watch that tongue, Love. You might regret it."
She glared at him, "Regret what? Telling you that I'm sick of you treating me like this bullshit? No, I meant what I said! Fuck you, Drew! You're standing there playing with yourself. Go on because I damn sure ain't playing with you after you pulling this shit!" He looked down at the pronounced bulge he held, "Ha! This? Ya want it. Ya want this cock bad! Am I right, my Love?" Cherry bit her lip and stayed quiet.
It was then Drew grabbed her tightly to him, grumbling, "Answer me, damn it! Use yer words." She snapped back, "I'm not answering you! Not when you're acting like a spoiled fucking brat!" Drew was breathing heavy as he held Cherry with one arm around her. His left hand groped her roughly, "Oh I'm the bloody brat? Me? Ya want it. Ya want me. Just say it." She hollered, trying to push Drew from her, "Shut the hell up!"
All this did was trap her hands on his naked chest. Strictly on lustful instinct, ran her hands around his muscles, loving the feel of the warm skin and dark hair that covered his chest. She started to melt, "You. You're so fucking hot. Everything you do is hot." He smugly smirked, "I am pretty fucking handsome, Love. I see the looks women give me. They all want me."
Cherry said, tugging his long hair a bit, "Stop flattering yourself, Galloway. You wanna fuck me just as bad." He just looked at her, "Oh do I?" She fumed as she started trying to free herself from his grasp, "Oh you don't? OK fine! I'm sure I can find someone who does!" Drew panicked for a moment. She sounded serious. He can't screw this up. She was his, they belonged together.
He picked her up roughly, backing her to the wall growling with his voice dropping low, "Oh ya wanna fuck, huh? Ya want me ta fuck yer pussy? Ravage ya? Leave ya wet and wanting more?" Cherry was so very turned on by this. Her breathing was erratic and panting, "Drew, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
She cried out in excitement and shivered as he reached down with his left hand, tearing her leggings and panties down her hips and leaving her nude. Wordlessly he shoved his finger inside her, stroking her sweet spot, making Cherry groan and mew. He mumbled as he left rough kisses against her cheek and neck, "Ya like that? My fingers inside ya? Does it feel good ta ya, my Love?"
She cried out in want, "Drew! Oh God...I'm gonna..." Cherry orgasmed fast, Drew smiled as he felt her release dampen his hands. He pulled his fingers from her, licking them as if he ate a five course meal. He moaned, setting her down on her feet, " So sweet. Ya taste like heaven." Cherry caught her breath, pushing his sweaty hair from his face.
It was only a moment before Drew picked her up again, walking her to the huge couch and sitting her on it. Cherry only sighed licked her lips as Drew kicked his shoes off, then unbuckled his belt, starting to open his jeans. He pushed Cherry down gently on her back and rumbled, "I strongly suggest ya lay back and spread yer beautiful legs, Love. Daddy's gonna fuck ya raw and hard and tear your shit up!"
He reached down, ripped the rest of her bottoms off, leaving her fully exposed to him. Cherry babbled, "Oh, fuck. Drew!" He looked down on the woman he loved with everything he had in him, but right now lust roared in his brain, "Ah, look at ya. Yer all needy and wet." Drew finished undressing, placing himself between her thighs. She bucked her hips up to him and crooned, "Fuck yeah I'm wet. I'm wet for you, Daddy."
Drew took a deep breath, thrusting hard into her and causing Cherry scream loud, "Oh fuck! Drew!", which forced him to clamp his right hand over her mouth. The combination of his angry thrusts and holding her down muffling her made Cherry squirm with lust. Drew's words growled angry and desperate as he pushed harder and faster into her, their hips slapping together with hard sounds, "Yer mine. This hot ass is mine. These thighs are mine. This sweet pussy is mine! Yer all mine, goddamn it!"
Cherry cried out, "Yesss...yesss...I'm yours. I'm all yours! Oh godgoddd! Go deeper, Baby!" Drew reared up, his greedy hands groping her breasts again. Cherry gasped and moaned when Drew didn't even bother with the front clasp on her bra and ripped it open, his mouth descending on her nipples. She pulled at his hair and his tongue and lips feasted on those mounds he craved constantly. He hissed into her ear, "These are MY tits! MINE!"
Cherry froze against him for a moment, moaning, "I love you, Drew, as the pain and pleasure worked together to give her a most intense orgasm as she felt him pulse and spill his warm seed inside her. Drew's final thrust was euphoric. He felt her lips clamp down hard against his cock as he held her down, emptying himself into her and slowly sliding down against her. He panted, desperately trying to calm down, "Oh FUCK! Love, I might be wrong, but that was some fucking awesome angry make up sex!" He looked in her eyes and kissed her forehead, "I'll take ya shopping when we land. I'm owing ya a new wardrobe at this point."
Cherry smiled, coming down from cumming hard, nodding when she remembered. She's pregnant. Pregnant with Drew's twins. She sat up, laughing at Drew sheepishly collecting the tattered remains of her clothing. He quietly handed her his black tank top, putting it on and luckily finding a pair of black booty shorts to wear in a drawer.
He held up her ruined bra, laughing. He said, "I tore yer bra again." She wrinkled her nose, "Yeah how many times is that now?" he said as he dressed, "I don't know. Well, last time when we were fooling around in the kitchen, I cut it. Fuck, that was hot! Cutting yer clothes off." Drew grabbed his jeans and stepped into them, slowly getting dressed.
As he zipped himself up, he looked at her. She was now staring into the void, looking almost sad. She was trying to think of a way to tell him that he was going to be a father, making it a special and beautiful moment instead of blurting it out. Drew sat next to her, concerned that he may have hurt her both physically and emotionally. He didn't mean any of the bad things he had said to her. There is no one n the face of the Earth he loved and desired more than her.
He put his hand on her knee, "What is it? Now it's my turn. Please don't be mad. I'm sorry if I hurt ya in any way. Ok, I wasn't really that mad. I was more horny than anything else. Ya were standing in that red bra and yer tits just looked so delicious…" She snapped out of her thoughts and said, "Huh? No, that's not it. I'm fine. I just wanted to tell you… Well, I've been trying to learn Gaelic. I figured since I'm going to meet your family..." He interrupted, "And none of them speak Gaelic, ya know."
She sighed, "Drew, just hear me out." He nodded, one of his many derpy looks on his face, "OK." She slapped him on the arm, "Stop! Ugh! You're such a dork such a dork." He nodded, "Ok, Love. What have ya been learning?" He took a breath, "Well, I think I know how to say 'my love'." He cupped her chin, "That's an easy one. Mo ghaol." She continued, "And I learned 'my heart'. He smiled, "Mo chridhe." She said, "And 'my life' is mo bheatha." He grinned, "That's very good."
She said, "Well, I learned another today." Drew asked, "Oh?" She cast her eyes down and said, "I was asking Google Translate how to say baby." He shrugged, "That's easy. You can use either bairn or leanabh…" Drew stopped talking when she looked into his eyes with tears and smiled. He asked her, his eyes widened, "Why'd ya ask that, Love?"
Cherry reached her hand to Drew's bearded face, cupping it, "Because I'm pregnant, Drew! We're gonna have a baby! Actually, two! I'm carrying twins! Me and you!" He exhaled hard and smiled in wonderment, "What? You're…we're…two?! We're pregnant? You're having my babies!" She nodded, tears streaming down her face, "Yes, I am!"
He took her face in his trembling hands and kissed her deeply and lovingly. He pulled slightly and pressed his face to hers, "This is really happening? Twins! I knew my Scottish sperm was powerful as hell!" She rolled her eyes and laughed, "Why did I have a feeling you were going to say that?" He looked down and placed his hand on her lower tummy, "Our babies. I wish Mom was her so I could tell her." She kissed him on the cheek, "I know. I do too. But she watching over us. I have n doubt of that."
Drew stood up, pulling Cherry into his arms again and kissing her. He flung the door open and was surprised when only Kevin was there. Drew put Cherry down, smiling, "Kevin! mate! She's having my child. We're having a baby! Sorry, babies!" Drew laughed loudly, grabbing Kevin and spinning him around. Kevin, confused and looking concerned, "Uh. Well, congratulations." Drew said, "Mate, what's wrong? Come on, I can't have Uncle Kevin be a wanker." Kevin looked at the bathroom, "It's Christina. She's sick again. I'm so worried." Cherry ran over to the door, "Let me check on her."
Kevin nudged Drew, "Is she wearing yer shirt, Drew?" Drew smirked, "Uh huh. Fucking hot, right? I tore up her clothes, then I tore her up. I was so horny. I'm a fucking animal when I'm horny!" Kevin only slapped his forehead at the smiling Scotsman, "I didn't need ta know!" Drew patted him on the chest, "Oh come on Kevin! Yer a man. A Celt! We have a way with these women. It's our essence. Being a real man. They love it." Kevin placed that big, cheesy smile on his face, "Yeah, yer right. I mean Lady and I, uh... We've had a few times we've gone at it… Ya know…" Drew chuckled, "Shagging is fun. Am I right?" Kevin giggled, "Oh yes. Very much so. Make me feel like I can do anything. I'm happy fer ya, Drew."
Just then, they heard two squeals from the bathroom. Drew was ready to kick the door open when Lady and Cherry came out, both crying and laughing. Drew hollered, "What the bloody hell was that? Are ya two OK? Jesus!" Cherry wiped her eyes while still laughing, "Of course we're fine! We're more than fine! We're more than OK!
Lady sighed, "Look at our two men." Cherry said, "They are so cute. They'll be cute dads too." Kevin shrugged, "Of course we're cute! We're Celtic…" He stopped in his tracks, "What?!" Drew smiled and leaned into his ear, "I think yer gal is trying ta tell ya she's preggo, mate. Am I right, Lady?" She nodded and smiled, "Uh huh. Kevin, I've tried to tell you for some time but…I'm pregnant!" It was then Kevin fainted right in Drew's arms.
Christine happily snored quietly, curled up next to Sheamus, who only sighed as he watched her sleep her tipsiness and hot sex off. They just cleaned themselves off and cleaned up their room on her plane before drifting off to sleep. She stretched in her sleep and peacefully smiled. Sheamus was head over heels with her. Her head on his chest, he held her in the crook of his right arm. He loved how she'd steal his shirts and wear them. She watched soccer matches with him and Drew. They both loved the same cheesy 80's music, same cartoons even.
She's leaned down to kiss her gently and whisper, "Yer so beautiful. Ya understand me? Ya accepted me. I thought all I had out there was my parents, wrestling, and the Muppet, of course." He chuckled quietly. Looking her up and down, dressed in his favorite Guinness shirt. Her jewelry sparkled. Now he laughed at her toenails painted green and orange.
He blinked his eyes, suddenly getting emotional, "I love ya, Lass. One day I'm gonna marry ya." Here he was, the tough strong Irishman, a man who loved to fight and win. But behind all of it, he was just a simple man named Stephen who only loved her. Christine moaned, feeling warm lips by her neck, "Sheamy..."
She sighed. His head was against her shoulder, hidden from her hazel eyes, "Hey. Great White Hype, savior of Ireland, son of Dublin, what's up?" He leaned up, looking at her coming to. She groaned as she sat up, "Shit! I got drunk. Sorry I acted like an ass." He said, "Ya did make Drew really mad." She sighed, looking at her fingers silently, "Because I was talking about that first plane ride. All the shit we did in Vegas. I'm great at fucking up." Sheamus sighed, "Now yer sounding like the Muppet."
Then, they heard commotion outside. He looked concerned, "Come on, Lass, let's see what's happening!" He grabbed a pair of shorts and one of his tank tops, she got her favorite comfy pants on. They walked in hand in hand. Sheamus asked looking around, "What in the fuck?" The scene was interesting. Cherry was excited, dressed in what looked like Drew's black tank top and a pair of boy shorts, hugging Lady Christina, who was crying. Drew was holding Kevin who was out cold.
Drew stammered, placing Kevin on the chair. "Well, uh... I can explain." Christine asked, "Why's Crabby Kevin out like a light?" Drew answered Christine, "He fainted, Phoen." She asked, "OK. Why? I mean, I know he can't really hold his booze…" Lady sighed, "Well, because I'm pregnant.", rubbing her tummy. Christine sighed, "Wow! Wait, that's why you were sick? "
Cherry, wanting to tread lightly knowing the truth about Christine's condition, but also not ever wanting to keep a secret from her best friend again, said, "Uh, there's more, Chris. I'm pregnant too. I'm having twins!" Sheamus grumbled, looking at Drew smiling wide, "Wait, what?" Drew, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, said, "I knocked my gal up. Me! I did that! Me and my big Claymore!" Sheamus rolled his eyes, "God's, I don't need ta know! Bugger off, Muppet!" Christine looked at the two women who were not only partners, they were family to her. She smiled, "Oh wow, ladies! Three babies all at once! Let's get Toothy McGee up and get down to planning a baby shower!"