The Main Event (6 page)

  I turned from the barricade. I was only at the event to execute the first part of my plan – Okay, who was I kidding? I’d missed it. I’d missed the live shows where the air was electric. I’d missed seeing my friends. And I’d missed seeing Mesquite in his element.

  The show was almost over and I didn’t want him to catch me for a hug after his match. He was a heel right now, but he’d break character for me as he always had. Plus, he’d seen me and now the game was on so it was better if I got the hell out of the arena. I left and walked the short distance to the hotel.

  Denver sat in the bar and winked when I walked in.

  “Some things never change.”

  I laughed. “You’re right.”

  I ordered a drink and sat with him while I waited for Mesquite.

  Denver said, “Did I tell you I got a role in a movie?”

  He quickly filled me in on the details of the action flick he was set to star in, which meant the company had some kind of faith in him even if he wasn’t the champion

  “That’s great, Denver! When do you start filming?”

  “Production starts in a few months. They cast one of the female wrestlers, too. I’m not sure how that’ll work out, though.”

  “What makes you hesitant?”

  He nodded his head to the left. “She’s over there. I think she’s too prissy for the part.”

  I looked in the direction and gasped. She was stunning.

“Denver, are you freaking nuts? She’s perfect.”

  He looked at her and I noticed his ears turned a light shade of pink. He liked her! I grinned, but didn’t point this out to my friend. He’d find out in time how he felt about her.

  I took a large sip of my drink when Mesquite entered the bar. I felt his presence before I saw him. He looked delicious even with the towel thrown over his head. He must’ve skipped dying off after his shower because his white shirt clung to every muscle in his chest. With each step that he took I became more aroused.

  Denver cleared his throat and said, “I’m going to get another drink. Not sure I want to stick around for this.”

  I chuckled as he left. Coward.

  Mesquite came and stood in front of me.

  “Still checking me out, I see,” he said as he flexed his pec muscles.

  I rolled my eyes. “In your dreams.”

  He grinned. “I could make it a reality, though.”

  My heart fluttered. He always knew how to get me going. I started to take another drink when he reached out and took it from me, downing it in one gulp.

  “I’m tired of drinking. You should escort me to my room.”

  Someone was feeling frisky.

  I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

  “If you won’t escort me then I will just have to carry you…”

  I hadn’t expected that.

  “You wouldn’t dare-”

  He bent so we were almost nose-to-nose. “Oh, but I would, baby. I’ve missed you.”

  I jumped to my feet, knowing he was serious. “I’ll walk, thanks.”

  As we walked to the elevators a few fans stopped him, congratulating him on retaining the belt. He was polite to them, but kept one hand on my lower back the entire time. I was pleased that I didn’t feel any fear around the fans. They weren’t all bad. When the last one had gotten their autograph we stepped onto the elevator.

  Because of LaTonya I already knew what floor Mesquite was staying on and I pushed the button. He suddenly pulled me into his arms, covering my mouth with his. Oh how sweet he tasted! My mouth opened, inviting him to deepen the kiss and he was willing to oblige.

  As we kissed, he turned so that my back was against the wall. His hand slipped under my shirt and I moaned.

  “Like that?” he asked with a wicked grin.

  I pulled him closer and replied, “Payback’s a bitch.”

  “I look forward to it.”

  The elevator dinged as we reached the top floor. Mesquite practically carried me to his room, which caused me to giggle. My heart pounded from excitement as we entered the room. I’d missed him so much.

  “Take off your shirt,” he commanded as he tossed his own shirt to the side.

  I grinned and pulled my shirt off and then kicked my shoes from my feet.

  “Take your jeans off,” he said as he walked toward me.

  “If you want them off, take them off,” I challenged.

  He closed the distance between us and captured my mouth with his own. His hands were everywhere and I’d never felt so loved before. I wasn’t surprised when my bra came off. He’d always been a breast man.

  Cupping my breasts he said, “Oh, the things I’m going to do to these ladies.”

  My nipples hardened at his words. He’d always been
so
good with his mouth. He dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my pants. As he lowered them he grinned up at me.

  “I see I’m not the only one who didn’t wear underwear tonight.”

  I stepped from my jeans and said, “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

  He stood and kicked his shorts off. Oh – my sexy Mesquite. He dropped back to his knees and nudged my legs apart. Slowly, he slid a finger into my aching folds. I moaned and held onto the wall for support. He replaced his finger with his mouth and I swear I felt like I was floating. Higher and higher I went until I was gasping in pleasure.

  Just before I came he stopped and led me to the bed. I knew what was next and I’d missed it so damn much. When I was comfortable he positioned himself over me before entering me in a slow, deliciously good thrust. We both moaned and I was glad he felt the same way.

  He began to move, taking his time. I wanted more though and encouraged him to give me what I needed. His pace increased until we were both chasing our breath.

  Sweat beaded on his brow and he said, “Look at me.”

  I met his gaze and saw how much he loved me.

  “This is you and me,” he said into my ear. “You. And. Me.”

  Each word brought me closer to my orgasm and I said, “I love you, Mesquite.”

  With those words I climaxed until I saw nothing but white. His body shook as he came and we held onto each other, riding wave after wave of pleasure. When I could finally see again I grinned up at him.

  “Wow.”

  “Ditto.” He kissed me and said, “I hope this means you’re ready to talk.”

  “I’m so sorry I pushed you away. I was so angry after the accident and I don’t know why.”

  He brushed the hair from my face. “I know, baby. I know.”

  I bit my lip and said, “I… I’d like to start traveling with you, if you want me to. I know you’re getting to the busiest time of your year, but I don’t want to spend another minute without you.”

  He grinned. “You have some good timing, you know that?”

  “What do you mean?”

  He walked over to his luggage and dug around. Finally, he held up a key.

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s the key to my bus. It’s finally finished.”

  I remembered how much he’d liked Richmond’s bus. It was the most convenient way for a wrestler of his status to travel, so it made sense that he’d ordered one.

  He said, “LaTonya helped me pick out some of the amenities she thought you’d like.”

  I smiled at him. “So- we’re really going to do this?”

  He nodded. “I love you, Jamie, and I don’t want to miss another minute with you.”

  My heart skipped a beat.

  “And I love you, Angel Eyes.”

  We kissed again. There was no telling what tomorrow would bring, but with him by my side I knew everything would work out.

The End.

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** Read the entire first chapter below**

Virgin Wars

Chapter One

  “They are going to kill me,” I muttered as I maneuvered my car through traffic.

  Thursday night meant pizza night and I headed across town to meet my three best friends at our favorite pizza place.  I hated running late, which is something that rarely happened unless I was on deadline. And boy, was I on deadline. Luckily I found an open spot and parked without having to walk several blocks to the restaurant.

  Inside, I slid into the booth and noticed my friend, Amy Murphy, pushed her salad around the plate with a disgusted look on her face.
Uh oh
. She must be on another diet, but I thought better than to mention my observation. No telling what made her decide she needed to lose weight this time.

  She glanced at me. “About time you showed up, Stacie.”

  “Sorry guys,” I apologized.

  “Why are you so late?” Jeremiah asked as he slid a drink toward me.

  Jeremiah Foster held the spot as my oldest and dearest friend and I loved him to death. Too bad he was gay. Otherwise we might have ended up getting married right out of high school and have a house full of dark haired babies by now. Sometimes the thought made me laugh. And sometimes the idea made me really sad… sadder than it should.

  “I had to turn in my edits. This is the last round before the book comes out and I needed to get the love scene just right.”

  And for some reason that stupid love scene was giving me more hell than any other scene in the book.

  Lori, who sat next to Jeremiah, broke into my thoughts and said, “I can relate with the deadline. I messed up big time.”

  “Uh oh. Did you procrastinate again?”

  A journalist, Lori wrote for our local newspaper as well as any freelance gigs she could pick up. Unfortunately she had a bad habit of waiting until the last minute to work on her projects, which often landed her in trouble with her editors.

  “Yeah. It’s the bull-riding piece. It’s just been hard to write it because of all the memories it brings up about Daddy.”

  Knowing both Lori and Amy’s past with their father I could see how writing about the rodeo might be hard but she needed to put her feelings aside and do her job. The newspaper would only give her so many chances before they got tired of her last minute style and find someone else.

  Amy asked, “Does Mom know you’re writing the article? You should tell her if she doesn’t.”

  Older by fifteen months, Amy often felt the need to lord those months over Lori and boss her younger sister around.

  Lori shook her head. “No, you know how she would react. She still changes the TV if a rodeo commercial comes on.”

  And since we lived in Oklahoma the rodeo came to town a
lot
…

  “What are you going to do about the article?” I asked.

  “My editor wants me to interview one of the bull riders. He’s ranked number two or something like that, but everyone thinks he’s going to win the grand prize. I did see a picture of him, though. He’s hot. V-card worthy hot.”

  I held back a laugh. She’d been on a kick lately, rating guys on a scale of “hell no” to “V-card worthy”, which meant she might give them a shot at her still present virginity. Lori talked a big game, but I wondered if she would follow through if given the chance.

  Jeremiah asked, “And how does the waiter over there rate?”