Hello, my Loves! Well, how was that for a night out? Madcap sure did his best to make things right, but will it be enough for Drew? We'll see. As always, love to my ladies Tm12Brady, GoldenGirl1920, ClaymoreQueen6176 and wwechristina for your constant support! And if you're enjoying this story or my other project, A Chosen Love, leave some love in the Reviews!
OK, so we left off with Drew giving Madcap the stink eye. Let's see what happens with their confrontation. Will Drew forgive him? Will Krystal forgive him? And will the jukebox play for Cherry again? Let's find out! Enjoy!
Bobby
Riverside
Drew stood by his front door with his arms folded and a deathly glare on his face. The focus of his ire was Michael Rallis aka Madcap Moss. The same man who assisted in so much grief and misery for him and his new wife. Madcap had helped his nasty bitch ex kidnap him not once but twice. The last time on his home soil of Scotland and nearly resulted in a miscarriage of their twins. Drew was already feeling guilty as hell for not being with Cherry tonight. Seeing Madcap pull up behind his beloved did not put him in a better mood.
Drew scowled as he said, "OK, Cap. Ya show up ta my wedding, ya try ta get inta my wife's best friend's pants, and now, ya play hero ta Cherry. I don't trust ya as far as I can throw ya, and ya found out in the ring tanite that I can throw ya damn far. What're ya up ta?" Madcap exhaled, "OK, fair enough. I know you have no reason to trust me. I was foolish and stupid for letting Corbin talk me into that shit. He was my first friend when I arrived in NXT, and I thought he was a good guy. I took everything he said about you at face value, and that was my fault."
Drew said, with a calm eeriness, "Ya know I could've, or should've, had ya two idiots arrested. Or better yet, had ya wind up like yer and Taryn's sugar daddy. Headless and cold on the Ayr ground. Ya fucking kidnapped me for that fucking cunt ex-wife of mine and helped her and those deceased trash motherfuckers ruin my trip home! Aye, I have no reason ta trust ya! Sa why should I start now?"
Madcap practically begged, "Because I am genuinely sorry, Drew! Look, I started having doubts about all of their bullshit even before Glasgow. Look, I know nothing I could ever say will make up for the rotten things I did. But the moment I heard that Cherry was pregnant with your child… I don't know, man. Something just clicked on inside me and I didn't care about how much money that asshole was paying us and I wanted nothing to do with any of them again. All I cared about was if she was OK and to do everything in my power to show you that I'm truly sorry for everything. I totally get it if you can never forgive me."
A dejected looking Madcap lowered his head and started walking off the front porch towards his rental car. But then he turned around with hope when he heard Drew say, "Wait, Cap." Drew considered him, putting his hands on his hips. He let out a deep breath and said, "Ya seem sincere about all of this. Now, how can I be sure it's not just a ruse ta get inta Krystal's pants? She's my wife's oldest friend and a sweet gal. I'm not allowing her ta get hurt, not by ya or anyone."
Madcap nodded, "I meant every word I said. I hope to have your forgiveness, whether or not Krystal can see past what I did or not. She seems like a very special lady. And yes, I would like to get to know her better. But even if that doesn't happen. I truly sorry for my past actions." Drew slacked his shoulders a bit and put his hands in his shorts pockets.
He glanced up and smiled slightly, "Ya know, finding out I was gonna be a father changed tha way I think about things in an instant. I guess I need ta thank ya fer saving my ass back in Glasgow after all. Ya did go ta the police and told the truth, even if Orton had ta persuade ya. And ya helped the wife by kicking that shithead cowboy's ass just now. I can't say I won't be keeping my eye on ya because I will. But I thank ya fer keeping my wife and babies safe. And yer apology is accepted. And by the way, she's not having a baby. She's having two. Twins. I did that."
Michael smiled and stepped closer to Drew, "Really? Wow! Man, congratulations. I really mean it. And I was happy to do it. Let's just say that the asshole got off light. Cherry hits way harder than I do. I know this from firsthand experience." Drew gave a gregarious laugh, "That's definitely true. She's tough as hell and it makes me love her even more. You're OK with me, Michael."
Drew stuck his hand out to him. A happy and relieved Madcap enthusiastically took it for a handshake. Drew smirked, "See ya tamarra night in Louisville. I might hit ya less stiff than tanite. We'll see." Madcap chuckled, "I expect nothing less than to be battered by you. I'll serve my punishment. I deserve it and more." Drew shrugged, "Suit yerself. But I'll save ta hardest chops for that prat Corbin. What a terrible git of a human being! He seriously thinks those shirts look good on him, fer fuck's sake!"
As Drew opened the door, he saw both Cherry and Krystal standing on the other side, obviously listening to every word they had said. Drew rolled his eyes, "Yer taken ta eavesdropping now, Love?" Cherry gasped in fake shock, "Why, I'd never drop any eaves, Baby!" Krystal said nothing, but watched as Madcap walked to his car. Drew noticed her gaze and said to her with a knowing smile, "Cute, Samwise! I'm taking the wife upstairs. She's had quite a night and I want it ta end right, if ya know what I mean. Good luck and lock up when you come back in." With that, Drew and Cherry walked inside, leaving Krystal outside to decide if she wanted to forgive Madcap or not.
As he opened his driver's side door, Krystal shouted, "Michael! Wait!" He stopped and turned around to see Krystal walking over to him. As she reached his side, she nodded with nervous energy, "Thank you for what you did for Leslie. That was really kind of you to watch out for her." He shrugged, "I just did what I thought was right. I know I'm still not her favorite person right now but I'm hoping to make amends with her like I did with Drew."
Krystal reassured him, "And I'm sure she will. She'll come around. She did tell you thanks, after all. But also, I need to apologize for being such a bitch to you earlier tonight." Madcap shook his head, "No, I deserve it. I already got the third degree from everyone in the locker room when they found out what I did. And you were worried about your best friend. I get it."
She said, "Yeah, but just now, Leslie told me that you helped Drew and Sheamus get out of trouble by talking to the police back in Scotland. And I feel that maybe I should give you a chance and that is what I'm willing to do." Madcap, sighed, "Thank you. I know a lot of other people still may not like me for what I did and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn their forgiveness, including Leslie."
She gave a half smile, "Like I said, they'll come around." He grinned, "Well, um, I guess I'll see you around." She said, "Yeah, I'll see you again. In fact, I get a text from Adam just now. He's producing the house shows this weekend, so it looks like I'm working." Michael said, "Ah, well that's great. Nothing like diving right into the new job headfirst."
She looked concerned, "Yeah, but I was hoping to stay home. I'm worried about Les…" She was going to say something about Cherry due to the ghost interactions that she knew she was experiencing, whether she wanted to admit it or not. But she decided not to reveal too much, and just said, "Never mind. I'll see you in Louisville tomorrow." Then, Michael turned around, a big smile on his face at getting his second chance with both Krystal and Drew. He got in his car and drove away.
When Krystal walked inside, she shook her and laughed hearing Cherry scream, "I want more! Oh fuck, Drew! Eat me!" She texted Christine as she shut her bedroom door: "Hey girl. Are you able to come stay with Cherry this weekend while I'm out of town with the guys?" Christine's response: "I am, but it's usually my dear Bro that needs babysitting. Lady and Denise have the house shows covered this weekend. What's going on with my Sis? Is she OK?" Krystal texted back: "Let me call you. But this needs to stay between us for now..."
As soon as they reached their bedroom upstairs, Drew pulled Cherry to his powerful, muscular body and started ravaging her mouth with fiery, desperate kisses. She moaned loudly into his mouth as she received his tongue into hers and his hands roughly caressed her all over. It was clear that both of them were greatly affected by what happened to her earlier, and that fear and ultimate relief had manifested into insane and blind lust for each other.
He was already shirtless as he was just hanging out on the couch watching TV when he got Cherry's distressing call. He didn't even bother to put one on while pacing the floor in worry. Now, her hands were splayed on his warm, hairy chest, feeling his heart beat a million miles a minute. She palmed his hairy, mountainous chest, making his nipples hard like pebbles with each stroke.
His kisses crudely went to the side of her neck as she gasped for air. His fingers now fumbled as he reached around to unzip her dress as quickly as possible. He jerked the dress down to let it pool at her feet on the hardwood floor. She gasped as he sprung her large breasts free from the lacy red bra with the front clasp and immediately took her right nipple into his mouth. Suckling hard with pursed lips, she felt his beard scratch the sensitive skin around her areola, along with the wild licks from his tongue and light nibbles from his teeth.
Drew hooked her left knee and pulled her closer to him as he labored on the other nipple. He made sure she felt his giant erection rubbing against her sex, only his workout shorts and her lacy panties coming between their eventual prizes. Cherry threw her head back and screamed, "Drew! Oh god! I want you, Baby! Fuck me hard! I want it hot and rough tonight! Fuck me raw!"
Drew growled like a feral animal as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He rumbled as he laid her on the bed, his pointer finger caressing his heaven between her tights with the delicate material, "Oh, Daddy's gonna fuck ya inta oblivious tanite, my Love! Ya won't be able ta walk tamarra. I can fucking guarantee that, Sunshine!"
With that, he yanked her panties off and, with a predatory gleam in his eye, smirked as he licked the inside of them, then threw them to the floor. He practically snarled with yearning, as he lowered himself to her and spread her legs as wide as they could go, "My Love is already sa wet fer me. But I'm not gonna stop eating that sweet pussy til ya cum all over my face. I'm gonna make ya scream sa goddamn loud! And I don't care who hears me pleasuring ya! Yer mine, damn it!"
With that, Drew didn't bother with any soft tenderness as his mouth claims her wet folds immediately, spreading her lips apart with his thumb and index finger, allowing his tongue access to go deep inside his treasure. She squealed and squirmed as he lovingly tortured her with his mouth, opening it on her entrance and sucking in as the tip of his tongue traced every part of that sensitive area. She had already orgasmed in a gush, but that didn't stop him. He wanted more, he demanded more.
He used his top teeth on her clit with his tongue, using the friction of both to drive her insane with desire. She grabbed the top of his hair and yanked, whimpering to him, "I want more! Oh fuck, Drew! Eat me!" He shook his head rapidly, almost violently, to increase the sensation on her tiny nub. She hollered and shrieked as he poured on more intense pleasure to her womanly area.
He slid one finger deep inside her entrance, crooking it to stroke that spongy, special spot at her core. Another finger massaged her anus, increasing the pressure and sensation as he continued with his mouth play. That throbbing and tingling feeling started to flare up again and her body clinched and coiled up, ready for euphoria.
Drew's fingers inside her pussy and at her asshole started turning up their compression and that was all it took. Cherry let out a loud yell and arched her back as she squirted her juices all over his mouth and beard. She could feel it running down out of her as she lay there sweaty and panting. Abruptly, Drew stood up suddenly and pulled down his shorts, his swollen, hard cock springing free from its confinement, ready to fuck his wife within an inch of her life.
But Cherry stunned the hell out of him when she took his hand and pulled him onto the bed beside her. She shoved his shoulders, beckoning him to roll over on his back and quickly straddled his stomach. She kissed him fervently, open mouthed and sex laden, her tongue commanding his to act in kind as she raised up slightly. Reaching between her legs, she looked down on him, lust glazed over in her green orbs, and took his rigid and pulsing cock in her soft hand.
She guided his girthy head to her soft, wet entrance while her hand twisted around his shaft, pleasuring him as he grabbed ahold of the slats on their headboard. She gave a throaty giggle as he said in a sultry voice, "I wanna ride my Scottish cowboy! I want you deep inside me, Daddy!" With those words, she impaled herself, his cock buried hilt and balls deep inside her heat as she cried out in sheer pleasure.
She was already wet when she started bouncing on him, stopping ever so often to grind her hips front to back, allowing the tip of his head to stroke that needy, aching spot in her core. Drew groaned, "Oh fuck yeah, baby! Ride that cock! Goddamn it, I love it when ya fuck me! Yer such a good girl! Daddy got ya good and wet, didn't I?" She bucked hard against his length as she reached back with her hand to caress his sensitive balls. "She giggled and mewed, "Yes you did! This is your reward! Ooh shit! I'm about to cum again! Fuck, Drew!"
He felt her walls constrict like a vice around him and her juices lovingly flowed all over his lap. He wasn't done with her yet though. He started to lift his hips, thrusting up to meet her slide down. Cherry whined loudly as she rode out her orgasm and collapsed again his sweaty chest. Inhaling that masculine smell made her horny all over again. She raised up to ride him again, but Drew had his own ideas.
He raised up suddenly and grasped her still bouncing ass, pulling her tightly to him. He took her with him as he raised up on his knees and laid her down on her back. He threw her legs up on his massive, wide shoulders and began to pound her as hard as humanly possible. As Cherry screamed incoherent loving and dirty sex words, she tried to move her hips along was his rhythm, but she was powerless against his size, which turned her on even more.
Their skin started making that slapping sound, echoing around their bedroom with their sighs and loud declarations of love. Without another word, Drew took her left leg off his shoulder and moved it together with her right, causing her to move to her side. The sensation of her pussy that tight around him was too much for both of them. Her walls started spasming again, but this time with an, "Oh FUCK! I fucking love ya, Cherry!", his seed shot out of his pulsing cock, coating her insides as she shuddered and hummed.
Drew slowed his thrusts down and slowly withdrew from her, plopping his head down on his pillow in drenched, exhausted heap. He was catching his breath as he pulled Cherry tightly to him, only to discover her sobbing into the comforter. He cradled her face and said, "I hurt ya, didn't I? Fuck me, I sa stupid! I'm sa sorry, my Love!" She shook her head as she laid her tear-streaked face on his chest, "No, you didn't hurt me, baby. It's not that at all." He tilted her chin up to look her in the eyes, "Then, what is it? Love, please talked ta me."
She sniffed and tried to compose herself. She did not want to tell him about the jukebox. She could not bring herself to put this burden on him yet. She sighed and told the rest of the truth, "I've been so reckless this last little bit. I shouldn't've gone out tonight without you. What happened to me at the gym this morning. The shit that happened in Scotland. How I almost lost you. All this pent-up anger and rage I've felt for Phil and towards myself for all those years I let him control me. I'm trying to let it all go, but I can't turn it off. I feel like I've put our babies in danger and I'm so sorry, Drew!"
She began to cry harder, and Drew hugged her tighter to him. He soothes her, "Nah. Love, that fight in Scotland wasn't yer fault. They sought us out and started all that bullshit. And ya didn't lose me. I'm right here with you, and yer a big reason why. Ya didn't give a shite about anything but going ta that police station and getting me and Sheamus out of trouble. And everything ya endured from that motherfucker doesn't just go away. Believe me, I'd behead that worthless twat a million times if it would help. But ya have ta heal, and it takes time. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. In fact, I'm gonna text Pearce now and tell him I won't be making the towns this weekend."
She lifted her head and firmly said, "No! You need to go. Your fans want to see you and you missed so much ring time while we were in Scotland." He shook his head, "I'm not leaving ya like this. Ya need me more than Vince or tha fans do. I don't wanna leave ya alone, especially since Krystal now has ta go." She kissed him on his lips and sighed, "Drew, I'm fine. I just feel really emotional right now. It's probably the hormones and I just need rest after all we went through lately. Please, I'll be fine."
He sat up, prompting her to do the same, He ran his fingers through his long jet-black hair, "I don't like this, Cherry. Something keeps telling me ta not go." She laid her head on his bare shoulder, and he relented, "OK. Louisville is only two and a half hours away. But the first sign anything is wrong, ya better call me and let me know. Can ya do that fer me?" She gave a weary smile and said, "I can do anything for you. And obviously, to you."
He smirked, "Ya damn sure did that tanite, Love. And I thoroughly enjoyed every second of that. OK, let's get cleaned up and get some sleep. I told ya earlier I wanna hold ya tight ta me all night." Drew and Cherry did just that. After coming out of the bathroom a little later, he found her already sound asleep, just like the night before. He crawled in the bed and cuddled her as close as humanly possible as he too lost himself to his dreams about his beautiful wife.
In the middle of a deep, peaceful sleep, Cherry was awoken to that strange, muffled sound again. Like, the night before, it sounded like her head was underwater, but she recognized it was coming from downstairs again. It was a song. The same song as the night before. "Here Comes My Baby" by Dottie West. She felt ice cold, yet there were beads of sweat on her forehead. She looked at the time. It was 1:35AM. The same night she was roused from her sleep last night.
She looked over at Drew sleeping peacefully and thought about not going downstairs. Her mind was still a whirlwind from earlier and she was exhausted mentally and the babies forming in her womb were draining her physically. As she attempted to lay her head back on Drew's chest, the sound of the song suddenly cleared up. She could hear every note Dottie was singing.
She sat straight up as this was accompanied by a loud feminine sob. She immediately thought, "Something is wrong with Krystal!" She jumped out of bed, threw on her silky, short red robe, and left the bedroom to investigate and comfort her oldest friend. She assumed in her mind as she slowly descended the staircase, still in her groggy frame of mind, "Maybe things went bad with Michael when we went upstairs. Yeah, it's her and she needs me. This has nothing to do with a…"
But Cherry couldn't finish the thought as, when she reached the final stair, she breathed out, "SHIT!" She was shocked and horrified by what she saw. Standing in front of the jukebox, still playing "Here Comes My Baby" now louder and stronger, was the pale form of a woman. Like the image in the reflection earlier that night, it had a black and white hue to it, but this time, it was a full-bodied apparition. Hunter and Chaz were gathered by its feet, meowing and purring.
She was wearing a gingham mini dress, a color Cherry couldn't make out, and what appeared to be white go-go boots. She was slumped face first against the glass front of the jukebox, heaving with heavy sobs and cries. From what she could tell, her hair was the same flip 60's type hairstyle she saw in the reflection earlier as well. Cherry was terrified thoroughly down to her bones. She shut her eyes and held on to the stair railing. She whispered to herself as she tried to breathe deep, "This isn't real. This can't be real. She is not here. This is only a dream. I'm not seeing this!"
But as she opened her eyes, not only was the ghost still there, but somehow, she had come off the stairs and was closer to the spirit. That familiar cold chill and tingle engulfed Cherry completely as the lady ghost continued to wail uncontrollably. Her breath and pulse quickened, and her heart rate was through the roof. At the bridge part of the song, "My arms are open wide", the specter started to cry harder and mumbled, "Bobby! Oh, Bobby!"
Cherry was nearly in panic mode, scared of the effects this may have on her unborn twins. But at the same time, her heart went out to the woman. It was not the first time a ghost had contacted her to express pain or sadness. She has always controlled herself during these incidents before. She was now resolved to herself that she could do it again.
She sighed, trying to calm herself and her thumping heartbeat. This poor woman, whoever she was in her lifetime, chose Cherry for a reason, just like all the spirits that had contacted her in her youth. She needed help, and after listening to her pitiful, mournful cries as the song started over yet again, Cherry decided she had to help her and maybe this Bobby as well.
Cherry tiptoed closer to the girl, trying not to make a peep with her nervous breathing or bare feet in the hardwood floor as she carefully approached her. Trembling with fear and anxiety, she slowly reached out her hand, hoping to comfort her with a rub to the back. She whispered to the bawling spirit, "Hey. I'm here. I'll help you. It will be OK."
But Cherry's hand went right through the ghost's shoulder like it was a mist projection, her hand freezing like a block of ice. When she recoiled, she spied the front of the jukebox was flowing and covered with a thick red liquid she could only assume was blood. Then, she smelled the unmistakable aroma of gunpowder. The ghost with the same pretty face from tonight turned around, only this time, it was covered in blood, the red being the only color she could see.
The girl, with dead doe like eyes, looked straight into Cherry's frightened green orbs and said in a faint, quivering murmur and in a distinct Southern drawl, "Help me, please." With that, she broke apart like a vapor and, similar to a vacuum, was sucked back into the jukebox along with the blood on the front as the song ended. The jukebox stopped playing, going dormant and silent, leaving the cats rubbing their heads against the bottom.
Cherry gasped and cried, looking around in confusion and terror. She ran to the front of the jukebox and looked inside, frantically searching for a sign of what she just witnessed but saw nothing but the records and the song listings inside. She put her hands up to it, hoping to feel a cold chill, static charge or something. All she felt was the coolness of the glass and only saw her own reflection.
She jumped at the words from behind her, "Love what are ya doing? Are ya dreaming again?" She screamed and put her hands on her chest, "Jesus, Drew! You scared me!" He went to her and put his hands on her arms, "I'm so sorry, Love. Ya look spooked. What are ya doing down here?" She played it off like there she hadn't just had a petrifying ghostly encounter and said, "I was getting a drink of water and was just checking the jukebox to make sure we turned it off."
He offered, "Here, I'll get that fer ya. Be right back." He kissed her on the forehead and walked into the kitchen. Cherry started ringing her hands as she waited, that nervous, excited and terrified energy still coursing through her body. Drew returned and offered the glass, "Here ya go, Love. Even put a slice of lime in there fer ya. I know ya love it that way."
She smiled and said, "Thank you." As she reached for the glass, Drew noticed her hands were trembling. He sat the glass down and took her hands in his, "Cherry, what wrong? Jesus, you're shaking like a leaf and yer hands are ice cold! What happened?" She shook her head and said, "Nothing. I had a bad dream and came down to get a drink of water. Guess I'm a little more startled than I thought. But I feel so much better now that you're here with me."
He smiled "Like I told ya earlier, I'll always be right here fer ya. There's no place ya could go that I won't be following. Now, take yer drink and let's go back to bed. Come." He held out his strong, warm hand and she gladly took it with the right and picked up her water glass with the left. She followed him up the stairs, but not without giving the jukebox one last look. She worried as she crawled into bed, snuggling in Drew's safe embrace, what would happen next and if this mystery was too much for her to handle, in the mental, physical and spiritual sense. All she knew, as she finally drifted to sleep, is that this ghost indeed chose her for a reason. She needed help of some sort. And Cherry was going to see it through.