The Cruiserweight (14 page)

CHAPTER 22

They put on a movie, but neither Karen nor
Brett had any idea what the plot was, spending the entire time
making out. Brett‘s wandering hands squeezed her ass and breasts at
every opportunity before she laughed and slapped them away. “Dirty
old man.”

"I want you,“ he growled in her ear, hands
wandering again.

She giggled. “So that’s why you gave me so much
champagne. You want to take advantage of me.”

“Don’t hear you saying ‘no’,
sweetheart.”

Karen gave him another playful smack. Brett let
out a yowl before his hand slid down her body, his leg pulling back
and forcing her to spread her thighs. His hand glided between them,
knowing the effect he had on her. “I can’t tell you enough how much
I love and appreciate you.” His hands weren't idle while his mouth
did its work.

Once he’d pulled back, undressed, and slipped
off her clothes, the tips of the fingers on Brett’s hands made a
slow trail up and down her body before one of them reached inside
her thighs.

“Brett
…
” A moan rose from
her throat, goosebumps formed on her skin where his fingers had
been. Brett looked into her eyes as she gazed back at him. She
reached up, and pulled him down with her. Their tongues intertwined
as he entered her, and he moved in and out for a moment. He stopped
f and looked into her eyes again before his thrusts picked up
speed. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Fuck me hard.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I know you do.“ Karen was enjoying herself.
She pulled his hair, scratched his back with light strokes, and her
hands gripped his ass, trying to pull him deeper. She brought her
hips up to meet his, and she began to quiver a little.

“I’m going to come!” she shrieked, clutching a
handful of his hair. As their lovemaking became more intense, the
bed creaked, the room filled with the scent of passionate
lovemaking, and the headboard banged into the wall.

He tried to slow his thrusts to both delay his
own orgasm and make the moment last longer, teasing her with
shallow movements before she forced him to move deeper inside her.
It was her turn to tease him with the move Brett loved most, her
muscles clamping around his cock.

Contract
…
release
…
contract
…
release
…
contract
…
release
…

“Oh God, I’m going to
…
”
Brett didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence before he came
inside of her. He stayed on top of her as his erection dissipated,
a hand stroking her face until their breathing returned to normal.
He pulled out and lay beside her, their lips meeting one last time
and holding each other tight.

They fell asleep, spooned together, Karen
making soft moans.
So this is true love.

CHAPTER 23

Karen returned from lunch Tuesday afternoon,
still on an emotional high from the idyllic weekend she and Brett
spent together. Waiting on her desk were peach, yellow, pink and
red roses from him, arranged in an expensive crystal vase, and
I
already miss you
printed on the card.

“What’s the occasion?” Phoebe asked. “Your
birthday isn’t for another few months yet.”

“They’re from Brett, Aren’t they
gorgeous?”

“I guess your Labor Day weekend was
very
special.”

“He and I spent almost the entire time
together.”

“Some more action from your young stud,
huh?

“Phoebe, keep it down! I don’t need the whole
office knowing about my and Brett’s sex life.”

“Sorry. How was the match?”

“Fantastic! As a matter of fact, I’m writing a
review for Friday’s edition.”

“Anyone else there you knew?”

Karen nodded. “Remember Brent Dillard, who
Brett wrestled last weekend? He was there against the current
Japanese champion. Oh, and he also just signed a major contract.
The Dragonfly show was one of his final matches on the independent
circuit.”

“I thought he would never leave the
independents.”

“Me too, but I heard Dillard has some upcoming
medical bills to cover, so the major contract signing will help him
in that aspect.”

“What about Brett? Where’s he going
next?”

“There’s a couple of shows down south on his
schedule, and then there’s going to be more in the coming months.
It appears he’s going to be busy through the first of the
year.”

“Not much relationship time.”

“I can handle it, Phoebe. That’s what phone
calls and instant messaging are for. I like it when Brett’s busy;
it means his name is staying out there, and he’s happy doing what
he loves.” Karen shuffled through some notes and phone messages on
her desk. “While on the subject of work, I need to get some done.
Are you free for lunch later?”

“Always for you. I’d like to hear more about
your exciting weekend in Chicago.”

CHAPTER 24

When Karen returned from dinner that evening,
she had plans to take a shower and do some long-needed editing on
her novel. To assure she wouldn’t be disturbed, she shut off her
cell phone and was about to do the same with the land line when it
rang. A male voice was on the other end. “Hey, sexy. What are you
wearing?”

She felt her skin prickle and the hair on her
neck rise.
Did a reader manage to find my unlisted
number?

“Pervert,” she spat, hanging up. The phone rang
again, and Karen snatched it up, about to curse the caller when a
familiar voice stopped her. “Damn, baby, you may have called me a
lot of names this past weekend, but I don’t remember ‘pervert’
being one of them.”

“Brett?”

“You expecting someone else?”

“No. I just got out of the shower and ready for
bed. I was going turn off the phone and send calls to voice mail
when it rang.”

“You’re wearing nothing? You’re so sexy
naked.”

“Such a dirty little man. I’m dressed in my
nightgown.”

“Shit, and to think I’m lying here
alone with nothing but a hard-on, thinking about
you.”

“I doubt you called out of the blue this late
at night to describe your current stage of undress and
…
‘excitement’.”

“I guess phone sex is out of the question. I’ll
just jerk off to some curvy girl porn later while thinking about
you. On a serious note, I wanted to give you an update before some
shitty news site gets wind of it.”

“You received another offer?”

“
Um
…
kind of, but I’m going in to discuss it with the
magazine tomorrow.”

“Magazine? What are you talking
about?”

“Don’t get pissed, but Alison Morris, photo
editor of
Men in the Raw,
called me.”

“The one where guys are either half-naked or
take it all off?”

Brett cleared his throat. “That’s the
one.”

“I never thought you were the type of guy who
would get naked for an adult magazine targeted for women. It’s not
like your career needs a boost; you’re doing so well with Squared
Circle Express and Dragonfly.”

“I don‘t make a habit of showing my junk to the
world, but the offer to look me over for a possible feature was
flattering. I wear a Speedo in my matches, so I’m almost naked in
that sense. What‘s the harm in getting more information from that
chick?”

“I doubt the interest they have in you has
anything to do with wrestling.”

“I know, but I wanted to be upfront about it in
advance instead of you finding out from some dumb ass website and
then cutting my balls off.”

“I admire your honesty, Brett. But if you want
to do
Men in the Raw,
by all means, go for it.”

“Not that I’ll have any chance in hell of
getting picked, but if they decide to give me a shot, you won’t be
mad?”

“Why should I? I don’t own you, and you’re a
grown man. I guess I’m not the only woman who finds you
very
attractive.”

“God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Just promise me one
thing.”

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“If
Men in the Raw
does put you in, I
get an autographed copy.”

“Oh, you’ll not only have an advance,
autographed one, but I’ll also frame the damn thing for you.
Nothing’s too good for my number one fan when she doesn’t mind the
possibility of me baring my ass for millions of
readers.”

“It’s a very nice one, along with the rest of
that body.”

“Every part belongs to
you,
baby. Keep
that in mind.”

“You’ll have to keep me posted on everything
that happens tomorrow.”

“I’ll do that. Nice to know that someone has
actual interest in my career besides Patrick, and even
he
gives me shit sometimes.”

She stifled a yawn. “Well, I don’t see his
heckling you lasting much longer. He’s starting to pick up some
work too. How’s that movie thing of his? I haven’t heard
anything.”

“He finished a couple of weeks ago and it’s in
post-production. Just as well, because he has a match coming up at
Super Seven Wrestling the day after my next SCE show. And not just
any match; he’s in a championship one.”

“Things are turning out so well for you
two.”

“Yeah. Looking back, I think getting fired from
that shit company was the best thing that happened to us. It took
Pat a long time to get over it, but I’m happy as hell, he’s healed
well enough to wrestle again, and things are heading upward for
both of us. Now, my love, you need to get to bed. Can’t have you
worn out and not able to function.”

“I am a little tired. So much for me getting
any book editing done tonight.”

“Go to sleep. You’ll be refreshed enough in the
morning to dive right in. And I want you nice and alert if and when
I have any big news. Are you going to be online tomorrow
afternoon?”

“When I get done with work, yes.”

“Make sure your Instant Messenger is on. I’ll
get in touch with you that way.”

“Good night, Brett.”

“Night, baby. I love you.”

Karen hung up, a smile on her face. It wasn’t
often Brett called since he was thrifty with long distance calls,
and when he did, his calls were always a pleasant surprise. She was
looking forward to hearing more about his interview with
Men in
the Raw.

CHAPTER 25

“Is it true?” Phoebe asked in a low voice the
next day.

Karen looked up from her laptop, a puzzled look
on her face. “Is what true?”

“I read on one of those wrestling sites during
my coffee break that Brett’s getting naked for
Men in the
Raw!”

“Don’t believe everything you read. Yes, the
photo editor contacted him for a possible feature, but it doesn’t
mean anything. Most of the guys are either B-list celebrities, male
strippers, or model-type beefcake men. Brett is an independent
wrestler who fits in none of those categories. I think fans spammed
the magazine before the editors agreed to look him
over.”

“I don’t think I’d feel comfortable with the
idea of my boyfriend posing
au
naturel
.”

“Who said he’ll model? There are feature
articles, you know. Even if he did, what Brett does with his own
body is
his
business.”

“You wouldn’t be jealous if girls approached
Brett after seeing him naked and went on about him being
sexy?”

“You’re forgetting that he wrestled for seven
years in a world-renowned federation. I’m sure plenty of
women
—
and quite a few
men
—
saw him nude during that time.
I don’t think their reaction if he does
Men in the Raw
will
be much different.”

“Yeah, you have a point. He doesn’t strike me
as the type to flaunt his physical attributes or sleep
around.”

“I’m sure he’s done both long before we met.
Ever hear of the term ‘ring rat?’ Wrestlers are seldom celibate,
and I‘d be naïve to think he didn‘t find ways to satisfy his own
urges on the road.”

“If he wasn’t monogamous before, I have a very
strong indication that he has been since you two got together.
“

“Maybe so, but again, what he does isn’t any of
my business. I will admit I’m quite intrigued about how his
interview will turn out today.”

*****

Brett had gotten lost heading to his
appointment with
Men in the Raw
magazine. When he found the
parent office, Rock Hard Publishing, he dashed through the doors,
breathless and his heart racing in anticipation. Wrestling-related
business was one thing, but the chance of appearing in what some
termed a “racy” publication made him both nervous and
excited.