The Cruiserweight

by L. Anne Carrington

  “How can I refuse the company of the best damn kisser on the planet?”

  She laughed and pulled him into the room. “Come on, since you bought me flowers and dinner, I’ll treat you to coffee and a movie.”

  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.�
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  “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.

  “Mr. Kerrigan, it’s good to see you,” Alison Morris welcomed him. “I wanted to let you know the editor-in-chief will be interviewing you today.”

  “Sure, not a problem.” He studied the stills of half-nude, toned men that hung on the walls, wondering where he would fit in among the hunks in the photos.

  A tall, thin blonde around Brett’s age came out to the waiting area. She was dressed in a designer suit and her hair pulled back in a classic bun. Her entire appearance gave off an air of being upper class. “Mr. Kerrigan?”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m Lauren Bello, Men in the Raw‘s chief editor. Come on back and we’ll get started.”

  Brett followed her into a plush office, where she closed and locked the door before offering him a seat on one of the expensive leather chairs. She reviewed information on him that was retrieved by her personal assistant the day before. “You’ve had a fascinating career. I don’t think you stated your age when Alison contacted you.”

  “Thirty,” he replied, pulling a driver‘s license from his wallet and handing it to her.

  “I would’ve thought you were much younger.”

  “I get that a lot, ma’am.”

  “Now, the next question is, are you comfortable posing in a G-string if you’re considered for a profile in our magazine?”

  “Ms. Bello, I’m a wrestler. I wear a Speedo in the ring, which leaves little to the imagination. My ass was exposed on national TV quite a few times with ’wardrobe malfunctions.’ I don’t think anything skimpier is going to put me off.”

  “Then you won’t have a problem undressing for me?”

  Brett gave her an peculiar look. “Huh?”

  “I will need you to take off your clothes down to your underwear so I may get a better idea of how you’ll photograph.

  “Here?”

  “Yes, Mr. Kerrigan. Is there a problem?”

  “Um…not really. I wasn’t expecting this as being part of our appointment.” Oh, this is rich. Some lady I never saw before wants me to get half naked. Quite an “interview,“ but whatever gets her off. He rose off the chair and stripped, a knot forming in his stomach as he stood in his briefs in front of a total stranger. Come on, Kerrigan, why so nervous? You’ve given a few private, drunken, naked shows to fans. What’s the difference?

  Lauren sauntered around him, looking over every part of his body. “What’s your height and weight?” she asked.

  “Five foot eight. I weighed one ninety-two at my last wrestling match.” Brett swore he saw her licking her lips while she walked back in front of him, studying the bulge between his legs for a few minutes.

  I am so in.

  But he wasn’t, at least at that moment. “Mr. Kerrigan, you have a few very good features. But I don’t know if you meet the look or build standards for this kind of work.”

  What the hell? He took off his clothes just to be insulted? Brett couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “And what are those standards?”

  “We hire taller, younger men through agencies that represent models, actors, or dancers. I‘m not sure you‘re the type our readers would like to see.”

  “Well, excuse me for being just a little wrestler,” he said in a sarcastic tone. What an uptight, snobby bitch!

  “There is something which could let me make an exception.”

  “Do enlighten me, considering you’ve wasted most of my time.”

  “Why don’t you remove your briefs so I can see
you nude?”

  “Lady, stop the games. First you say you can’t use me, now you want me to strip off my drawers. What’s the deal?”

  “Do you want to appear in our magazine, Mr. Kerrigan?”

  “It’s Brett, and with you being such a bitch, I’m not so sure.”

  She needed a famous name for an upcoming issue, sales were down, and no one farther up the status ladder was available, There was only one way to keep Brett from walking out. Lauren stepped forward, peeling off his underwear while she went to her knees. “I think I can help you reconsider.”

  Brett stared in shock. Holy shit! Was this woman about to give him a blow job in exchange for his appearance in a photo spread?

  Before he could think, Lauren wrapped her lips around his hardened shaft.. She began to perform fellatio on him as if her life depended on it, her mouth moving up and down in a steady rhythm, pushing halfway down his length, her hand working in unison.

  Who would‘ve thought Miss High and Mighty would end up on her knees with my dick in her mouth? Too bad she’s no Karen in that department…

  Brett grabbed her head, his hands clutching each side as he thrust his hips toward her face. There were a few times when Lauren felt as if she would choke as he continued thrusting, his breath jagged. Her head still bobbed, taking in as much of as possible for several more minutes before Brett made her stop.

  Not used to not being in control, Lauren stood up and removed her clothes. “I want to be sure both of us are making the right decision.”

  “Whoa, lady, I didn’t expect the blow job, and I have two reasons to draw the line on fucking. One, I have a woman. Two, I didn’t bring protection.”

  Lauren went to her desk, pulling a small packet out of a top drawer. “It’s your lucky day. I’m always prepared. Now let’s finish your ‘interview’, shall we?” Pushing some items aside, she lay on the desk and opened her long legs in a slow, inviting motion.