Wrestling With Love

by Whitney Shope

  “Uh Mila, you okay?? Trevor asked.

  “Yeah, yeah, I just need to go change into some PJ's myself. I'll be right back!”

  She didn't even give him a chance to respond, just heard his chuckle as she booked it down the hall to her room.

  Once she reached her room, she closed the door and pressed her back to it and began internally giving herself a pep talk.

  “Okay Mila, get ahold of yourself woman! So, you've got a hot, half-naked man in your living room and you're pretty sure hairstyles and at least one President have changed since you last had sex. Minor detail means nothing!”

  Taking a few deep breaths, Mila changed into her PJ's and headed out to the living room. Her jaw dropped at what she saw.

  There was Trevor, just as hot as ever, sitting on the couch, wearing those pajama pants dangerously low.

  The fireplace was roaring, and there were 2 candles lit on the end tables on either side of the couch.

  “Okay, what is this, The Notebook? These kinds of scenes don't play out in real life. They're reserved for movies starring Jennifer Aniston or Julia Roberts!” she thought.

  “Is the power out?”

  Trevor, clearly startled by Mila's voice, turned to look at her.

  “Oh, no I just thought-”

  Seeing her standing there in her perfectly fit satin pajamas, dark hair pulled up into a messy bun, not a stitch of makeup on, revealing a light dusting of freckles across her nose, all Trevor could muster up in the form of a coherent thought was.

  “She's the literal definition of perfection. And I’m not going to survive this blizzard with her!”

  Not knowing how long he'd just been sitting there in stunned silence staring at her, Trevor finally remembered how to speak.

  “Oh, uh, no. But the wind's really picking up out there and I figured better safe than sorry. I hope you don't mind...”

  Mila had no idea what came over her as she walked over to that couch. All she knew was she needed to feel those lips on hers again. As she sat down on the couch next to him, she brought her eyes up to meet his.

  “Trevor?”

  “Yeah? Are you okay? You look like you've got a lot on your mind.”

  Completely ignoring his question, Mila blurted out.

  “Kiss me...”

  Her voice came out as a shaky whisper, sounding far more like a question than the sexy-sounding demand she intended.

  “Mila, I.. are you sure about that? I don't want you to feel rushed into any-”

  Mila leaned over, placing her hand on his cheek before whispering.

  “Completely sure.”

  They both leaned in tentatively and suddenly their lips touched. Trevor was being so gentle. It was amazing but everything in Mila's body was begging for more. The kiss deepened as Trevor weaved his hand through her hair.

  The sound of Mila's soft moan seemed to encourage him, as he began trailing kisses down her neck; a moan of his own escaping his voice into her hair, sending chills down her spine.

  Mila could feel her resistance getting weaker by the second. She knew that she was completely lost at that moment.

  “Trevor...”

  The sound of his name escaping Mila's lips so breathlessly was all he needed.

  They both knew at moment they had gone off that cliff and there was no going back.

  Chapter Six

  T revor had pulled Mila into his lap, her legs instinctively straddled him. They were kissing like a couple of wild, lovesick teenagers. Mila used her hand to suddenly turn Trevor's face away from her.

  “What are-?”

  Before he could finish his confused question, Mila's lips and tongue were trailing down his neck.

  “Oh damn.”

  Mila let out a quiet moan when suddenly, Trevor bolted up from the couch, unceremoniously dumping Mila and her confused and horrified look, on the couch.

  “Damn it, Mila!”

  Trevor was running his hands through his hair with such force it looked like he might rip it out.

  “Did I- did I do something wrong?”

  Suddenly Mila, sounding like a bashful little girl being scolded, pulled her knees up to her head in an effort to hide her embarrassed face.

  Trevor's head whipped around at the sound of insecurity in her voice.

  “No Mila, no no, God no!”

  Trevor was now on his knees in front of her. He took her chin in his hand and raised it until her big beautiful green eyes met his.

  “It's me, Mila, it's me. You've poured your heart out to me and trusted me when you're at your most vulnerable and here I am with my tongue in your mouth!”

  Mila couldn't help but giggle a little at his word choice.

  “Trevor I -”

  “You deserve the best. You deserve wine and rose petals, music and a room full of candles, you deserve all the romance shit that I can’t give you.”

  Mila gently placed a finger over Trevor's lips to quiet him.

  “What I deserve is a man who's not going to pressure me into anything and who I know, should I choose to give myself to him fully, will be gentle and take his time.”

  Mila removed her finger from his soft lips and stared into those brown eyes. She could still feel the magnetic pull to him.

  Trevor's voice was shaky as he said her name in question.

  “Mila?”

  He reached out and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

  “Yes?”

  “Can I kiss you, please?”

  His tone was so gentle and heartfelt she could feel herself melting. It didn’t matter that they’d already been making out, it didn’t matter how long it had been since they met; nothing mattered but that moment, right there.

  “Of course,” she replied.

  The minute Trevor's lips crashed onto hers Mila felt herself let go. For the first time in many years, she could fully let go. She trusted him, she felt safe with him.

  As their kisses deepened, Mila reached out and ran her hands over his chest.

  Suddenly but gently, she pulled away from the kisses. While watching the slightly confused look on Trevor's face, Mila pulled her pajama top off over her head.

  The look on Trevor's face went from confused to lust in no time. He started to reach out to touch her breasts and looked to her for permission.

  “Please...”

  That breathy response gave him all the green light he needed. He slowly massaged her breasts, looking up into her eyes before letting his tongue join his hands.

  Mila threw her head back; the sensation was amazing.

  “Oh”

  Mila's voice came out as a soft moan that sent chills down Trevor's spine. Before she could even blink, Trevor had scooped her up and carried her to her bed. She let out a little giggle as he carried her.

  That night, Trevor made Mila feel, for the first time in a long time, like a woman. An attractive, desirable woman. But more than that, he'd managed to do it while making her feel safe and protected. The only problem? Mila was afraid it was too late for her; she was already in love.

  ***

  Mila glanced at the clock on her nightstand. 10 am. Somehow, when she should've been lying there at war with herself in her head, she'd gone to sleep.

  Gone to sleep in those big strong arms that were still wrapped protectively around her. The ability to go to sleep with a man had always been a benchmark for Mila. If she could go to sleep with or next to him, it meant something.

  It meant she felt safe and comfortable. Not that she'd had a ton of experience to go by. She had only been with 2 guys before Mikey, one of which never went past the one night. She'd only fallen asleep with 2 men, Mikey and now Trevor.

  She shifted slightly, not wanting to wake him up, but she felt him stirring regardless.

  “Morning”

  Trevor looked at her through sleepy eyes. She felt a tug at her heart, one that both thrilled and terrified her.

  “Morning”, she replied.

  “Did you slee
p okay?”

  As he asked that, Trevor stretched his arms above his head, causing the pajama pants to slide down just enough and his abs to contract a bit and reveal the V that led to the promised land.

  “Yeah, great actually,” she said simply.

  Suddenly Mila's mind was off and wandering into dangerous territory. And she was a bit embarrassed by it. So much so that...

  “Are you blushing?” Trevor suddenly asked.

  “Well, crap!” she thought.

  “No, I just, I-”

  “You're entirely too cute when you're all flustered, you know that?” he said, Cheshire’s cat grin on his face.

  “Shut up!”

  Mila smacked his still exposed stomach. Only when she went to pull it back, Trevor wouldn't let her.

  “Nah, you don't get to just eyeball me like that and then turn away. You want me to feel like a piece of meat, used for my body?”

  He flashed that megawatt grin at her as she laughed.

  “Maybe that's what I was going for!”

  Trevor mockingly grabbed his chest.

  “I'm hurt, crushed even!”

  Mila laughed even harder and before she had the time to register what she was doing; she leaned in and kissed his lips. Like they were a couple who did this every morning.

  The expression on her face must've changed because Trevor said.

  “Hey, you alright?”

  Again, with forces seemingly beyond her control at work, Mila knew she wanted this man. No, she needed him. Here and now. But first, she needed to try something else.

  “Mila, you okay? Is this about last night? God, I knew-”

  “Shhh!”

  Trevor seemed confused by her silencing of him until her hand began to trail down his stomach, her nails ever so gently trailing lines down his abs, causing his whole body to stiffen in anticipation. His breath hitched.

  “Mi-Mila you don't have-”

  “I want to.”

  As she said this her hand had found what it was looking for. Trevor breathed in sharply as Mila's hand slowly went to work.

  “Oh God...”

  Watching him enjoying himself so much gave Mila the confidence to go forward with her plan. She slowly tugged his pajama pants and boxers down.

  His voice was shaky, and his body trembled under her touch as he spoke.

  “You really-”

  But before he could finish his sentence, Mila wrapped her lips around him, her hand still holding him still.

  Trevor’s hips jolted off the bed.

  “Oh fuck!”

  She slowly went to work on him, thinking to herself.

  “Maybe it really is like riding a bike. It all comes back to you!”

  As she worked, Trevor's body was practically doing gymnastics under her as he writhed in pleasure.

  “Ahh fuck, Mila...”

  “Why do I feel so... powerful? Desirable?” she thought.

  But just as soon as she thought that Trevor, in one swift motion moved her head away and flipped her over onto her back.

  Mila giggled despite herself.

  “Oh no”, he said, “we're going to even the score here!”

  With that he began pulling her pajama pants and tiny underwear down, letting his lips trail kisses down her stomach until...

  “OH!” Mila yelped.

  “Okay, so we can add tongue to the list of things Trevor's skilled in! Holy -!” she thought.

  “Shit! Oh God, yes!”

  Oops, her thoughts came out loud before she could stop them.

  Trevor finally came up, licking his lips and smiling at her like she was the greatest thing he had ever seen in his life.

  “Shall we finish what YOU started?” he asked.

  “Please!”

  And before long the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure. The sounds of Mila's heart falling even deeper.

  “What am I going to do? What if he doesn't feel the same? What if this is just some casual, convenient thing for him? He’s a professional wrestler for God’s sake, he probably gets laid all the time!”

  Needless to say, Mila’s thoughts were running away with her.

  Laying there in the aftermath, Trevor propped himself up on one elbow. He stared so deep in her eyes she was frozen. When he spoke, his voice came out low and gravely.

  “Mila Stevens. . . I think I'm falling in love with you.”

  And just like that, the world stopped.

  Chapter Seven

  I t was dinnertime and Mila found herself standing in the kitchen, staring into her fridge as if it would suddenly tell her what to cook.

  “So, what did you have in mind?” Trevor asked.

  She felt his strong arms wrap around her waist, his face burrowing into her neck.

  “I don't know yet,” she responded.

  “And there it is!”

  Mila had been snippy with Trevor all day, despite his best efforts. Ever since he told her he thought he was falling in love with her.

  “How dare he?!” she thought “You can't just throw that word around; you can't just get caught up in a moment and say that!”

  “Okay, that's it. You've been biting my head off all day. Are we going to talk about what this is really about?”

  “Oh, and please, enlighten me oh wise one, what is this really about?” Mila shot back.

  “The fact that I said the L word this morning.

  You've been acting like I said some horrible shit!”

  “Yeah, well, maybe you did! Maybe, to me, you did! Maybe, just maybe, I've been trying to keep my heart out of this!”

  Tears were welling up in Mila's eyes. Tears of anger, frustration, sadness. But most of all, tears of confusion. Why couldn't she accept this man's love? Every logical reason told her to. But she couldn't. She couldn't betray Mikey this way. Then they all would've been right about her back home.

  “Mila, I know that you have, and I'd never push you -”

  He reached out for her as he spoke, but Mila ripped herself away from him, storming into the living room.

  “NO! You don't get to do this! You don't get to just walk into my life and make me feel things I haven't felt in years. You don't get to make me miss you even if you're just in the next room. You don't get to make me ache for you. You don't get my heart, okay Trevor?”

  Mila took one deep, sobbing inhale before saying.

  “Because you can't take what's already sitting in the palm of your hands!”

  With that, she fell onto the couch, a crumpled, exhausted heap of emotions.

  “Mila, baby, I'm sorry, please. Please don't shut me out.”

  He walked tentatively over to her as he spoke. Finally, he reached out to put his arm around her, around this woman that he had grown to love so much so fast. This time she didn't pull away. Instead, she threw herself into his arms.

  “Please just don't leave me. Don't make me love you and then leave me like everyone else!”

  Trevor only held her tighter and leaned in, to whisper.

  “Never.”

  ***

  The sounds of the evening news report filled the living room as Mila and Trevor tried to find any kind of answers about the timeline of the blizzard.

  "And as New York remains paralyzed by the strongest blizzard to hit the state in some years, both power outages and sadly the death toll is on the rise."

  “Well, I think that's enough of the news for the evening!” Trevor said, grabbing the remote with his free hand, his other arm wrapped tightly around Mila who laughed at his statement.

  “Seriously, I think we're going to be trapped in here forever!” she said.

  “Starting to get tired of me so soon huh?”

  “No, dork! And you can't say you don't have cabin fever, you're used to traveling around, making towns.”

  Trevor shrugged off her statement.

  “Actually, it's been kind of nice having nowhere to go. The company's not bad either.”

  He offered a wink in Mila's directio
n.

  “Okay lover boy, you think it's fun being trapped?”

  “Well first off, I don't look at it as a trap, so I'll ignore that little word choice. Second, yes, I do. It gets exhausting being on the road all the time, and then Donahue and his stupid rules that we have to come back and live in New York.”

  “If it's that exhausting why do you stay?”

  “Because I love it. I think every wrestler has a love/hate relationship with the business. We love what we do in that ring and the joy it brings others, but we hate what it does to our personal and family lives. It’s kind of a double-edged sword.”

  “Where is your family?” Mila asked.

  Trevor let out a long sigh.

  “Here and there. My Mom died when I was 7 and my Dad, well, he's married to his job. God knows he sure never acted married to my Mom. Anyway, I was left to pretty much raise myself.”

  “I'm so sorry Trevor. What about siblings? Don't you have any other family?”

  “An older sister but she's 17 yrs. older than me. Yeah, apparently Dad couldn't keep it in his pants even in high school!”

  Mila tried to stifle a giggle.

  “But her career aspirations took her away too. So, I dove headfirst into the only escape I'd ever known.”

  “Wrestling,” she said.

  “Yep. And honestly, just sitting here with you, just being Trevor Morgan, is amazing. I've been Dane Styles since I was 16-yrs-old. It's been a hell of a ride, but now and then it's nice to just be Trevor, you know?”

  “I can understand that. You've got to stop sometimes to remember who the person behind the persona is.”

  “Exactly! You're something else, Mila. You just get it. This crazy-ass lifestyle, the schedule, the travel, the injuries, the art behind it. What got you into wrestling anyway?” he asked?

  “I used to watch it all the time when I was a kid because I was surrounded by boy cousins! I'm proud to say I could kick out before the 3 count and properly execute a sleeper hold by the time I was 5!”

  “Remind me never to piss you off!” Trevor said as they both laughed.

  “But somewhere around Junior High, I got away from it. It wasn't until Mikey that I got back into it.”