Bryson was good in the ring and a total badass if the situation called for it. Plus they had great chemistry together with her at ringside cheering him on. He also had a college degree in Sports Management to fall back on if he ever got seriously hurt and couldn’t wrestle anymore.
Best of all there was no wedding band on Bryson’s finger. If she wanted the Dalton name, Bryson would be her best bet for getting it. What she wanted more than anything else in the whole world was to officially be a part of that family. If it took marrying Bryson, then that was just what she’d have to do.
Finding the room empty, she carefully applied her makeup and took a blow dryer to her long blond hair.
She was adjusting the string on her neon pink bikini when her phone rang. Picking it up, she laughed at seeing Billy’s name on the caller ID.
“Hello,” she answered with a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice.
“Where the hell are you?”
“What’s it to you? Couldn’t your rat get you off last night?”
“Not with two broken ribs and a busted lip,” he said. “I had to take her to the ER.”
“Well, I spent the night screwing your son’s brains out.” She tucked the phone to her not sore shoulder and slipped into a matching pink thong.
Billy ignored her comment and said, “Moolah’s gonna be pissed at you roughing up one of her girls.”
Courtney laughed. “Like I care, I’ll shoot on her too if she wants to drag her old ass in the ring with me.”
“If you want to keep wrestling in the states, you’re gonna have to tone it down in the ring.”
“Maybe I just start valeting for Bryson fulltime, now that we’re dating.”
Billy sounded like he might be choking on his morning coffee. “In case you’re forgetting he’s already got a girlfriend.”
“Not for very much longer,” she said with assurance. “If you’ll excuse me I’m going to go fuck your son again.”
Courtney clicked off the phone before he had a chance to respond.
***
“Hey, wattcha doing?”
Bryson looked up to see Courtney towering over him.
She looked like a super model right off the pages of Sports Illustrated in a tiny string bikini. He couldn’t even get Allie into a two piece swimsuit, and it wasn’t like she didn’t have the body for it, well, unless you compared her to Courtney.
“Just thinking,” he finally said.
“I know the cure for that.” She sat down beside him, stretching out her long muscular legs. “How about a quickie before we find a gym to get in our workout?”
She actually had the nerve to straddle him right there on the beach, reaching to untie her bikini bottoms.
“Are you nuts?” He grabbed her hand to stop her striptease. “We can’t do that here.”
Courtney leaned forward, her boobs right in his face where he could see the purple bruises from where he’d bitten her the night before.
Standing up, she said, “Well, then I guess we’ll just have to go back to the room.”
She took off, not waiting for him to follow.
He should have known better, but there was no taking his eyes off that perfectly sculpted ass of hers. Like a pussy whipped fool he followed her right back into that motel room.
“Looks like we’ve only got one condom left,” she said, shaking out the box. “I guess we’d better make the best of it.”
“I guess so.”
THE END
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Vexed
“She’s a devious, manipulative, two-faced psycho bitch.”
No matter how many miles she put on the treadmill, Courtney couldn’t outrun the words of her as of this morning ex-husband.
“She’ll make love to you one night and the stab you in the back the next.”
Five miles later and Bryson’s hateful words still rang in her ears.
Bitch – She had no problem owning up to that title.
Making love – Never a word she associated with Bryson.
There had never been anything romantic about their sex life. The two of them had fucked their way through seven years of marital hell.
Billy had been the one wielding the knife into their backs. If he hadn’t lied about getting a vasectomy none of this would have ever happened. It wasn’t that she didn’t love those two little boys. She did. At least the best she knew how. It was just that getting knocked up with twins had knocked her right out of the running for a shot at winning her first Olympia.
At least she had fooled everyone in that judge’s chamber, making them all believe she didn't give a flying flipping fuck. Her life would be a hell of a lot better once she got about two hundred and fifty miles of distance between her and all the Dalton men.
Yanking the towel off the treadmill console, she scanned the floor of Body Perfect, all she had left after signing her life away that morning. The trendy Cool Springs health club was deserted, just her and a guy over by the squat racks knocking off reps with a serious amount of weight on the bar.
Nice tight ass. Impressive lat spread. Short blond spiky hair. Sex in a pair of spandex workout shorts. Exactly what she needed.
“Hey, Ms. Dalton, this place is dead,” the front desk receptionist said between annoying pops of her chewing gum. “Can we close up early? Nobody’s gonna work out on Christmas Eve.”
“Okay, go ahead and lock up.”
“Want me to tell him we’re closing.” The girl pointed at the guy busting through another set of squats.
“No, I’ll take care of him.”
“Oh, I bet you will.” The girl giggled just like she knew exactly what Courtney had in mind.
“Merry Christmas, Lynsie,” Courtney said remembering why she’d hired the girl for her looks and not her intellect.
Courtney selected the bench closest to the squat rack and popped a couple of twenty-five pound plates on the bar. She breezed through a warm up set of bench presses and waited to rack the bar just as he finished his own set to load on more weights.
“You need a spot?” she asked, sidling up to him.
He didn’t even look at her. Not the reaction she was expecting. Courtney wasn’t the type of woman that got ignored, at least not in her own gym. Unfazed, she stepped between him and the mirror, getting a good look at his face for the first time.
Alex–Vlad’s kid all grown up. His think dark hair had been bleached out and chopped into a harsh buzz cut that accentuated the slant of his brown eyes. His mother had been half-Chinese or was it Japanese, or maybe Korean. She couldn’t really remember. Alex Kafelnikov had never been of any interest to her until now.
The kid had been training hard and packing on the muscle. He looked like a cute little roid rage all ready to happen.
Exactly what she needed to forget about Dalton men, at least for an hour or so.
He yanked out an ear bud and snarled, “What?”
“Do you need a spot?”
“No, I got it.”
He hefted the bar across his back, stepping away from the squat rack to start his set.
Undeterred, she stood behind him for a maximum view of his ass flexing and clinching with each rep. As he racked the bar she pulled her t-shirt even tighter, knotting it around her midriff to play up the line of her abs and the already impressive swell of her breasts.
“Can you spot my next set?” She asked, hoping to sound coy.
He looked around the deserted gym like he was hoping to find someone else to use as a scapegoat. Seeing that he was her only option, he nodded.
She added two more twenty-five pound plates to the bar and laid down on the bench taking her time getting just the right grip.
“Isn’t that a lot of weight for a girl?”
“That’s why I need some help getting it off the rack,” she lied.
One hundred forty-five pounds wasn’t even a challenge for Courtney. Still she pretended to struggle with balancing the weight, causing him to hover over h
er at the perfect angle to admire the view of her pecs in action.
She pretended to ignore the bulge in his shorts and let him rack the bar,. To further tease him she asked for a couple more ten plates just to drag it out a little further. This time he held his hands under the bar, ready to grab if she lost control. On the last rep she pretended to struggle, letting him take the bar from her again.
“Want me to add a couple more tens?” he asked, obviously ready to play long with her game.
“Sure,” she said, taking up the challenge to un-rack the bar herself and blast off a quick eight reps.
“I knew you were faking.” Alex finally cracked a smile. “I’ve seen you train with Bryson.
The gym had been the only place, other than the bedroom, or anywhere else they fucked, where Courtney hadn’t wanted to use her extensive martial arts training to kick her brand-new ex-husband upside the head.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” he asked.
“Go ahead and finish your last set.” Just to be a bitch, Courtney added a couple of twenty-fives to his bar. “I’ve got your back.”
Alex accepted the challenge, hoisting the bar onto his back and grunting his way through the first few reps.
“No cheating, take it lower.” Courtney teased, pushing him to keep the last few reps in perfect form.
As soon as the bar hit the rack Courtney pressed her chest into his back, snaking her arms around his waist. The word subtle had never been part of her vocabulary.
“Wanna fuck me?” she said with the same casualness of asking for a spot.
“Are you serious?” Alex met her eyes in the mirror.
***
“Oooh that’s it -- come on and fuck me -- harder dammit – harder.” Courtney demanded. “Yeah -- give it to me.”
If this was a dream Alex never wanted to wake up. He had Courtney Dalton bent over the desk in her office fucking her brains out.
He pulled back and smacked her perfect ass. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out that she liked it rough -- hard and rough. He slammed his cock in her and she screamed with pleasure as he pinched her puckered nipple and felt her body shudder with another orgasm.
Like just about every up and coming wrestler of his generation, he’d jacked off countless times to Courtney’s Playboy pictorial. Now here he was pounding the real thing and she was actually digging him and begging for more. This was better than any ride at Disney World and there was no way Santa could top this tomorrow morning. Courtney was every man’s fantasy come to life. This was – damn -- he came with a roar.
Before he could dispose of the condom, she shoved him back in the chair and spread those legs wanting him to go down on her again. Courtney Dalton -- butt naked on her desk, not a tan line on her rock hard body.
That Playboy spread hadn’t done justice to her hotness. Her pussy was so wet and right in his face. Not even a Photoshopped landing strip of hair down there. She was soft, slick and all sex.
He’d never given oral before today. Actually, he’d just doubled the total of women he’d been with. He’d dated the same girl since their freshman year of high school and he hadn’t gotten any until Senior Prom night. She hadn’t liked him moving to Florida to train at the wrestling school and being on the road all the time made it worse.
Despite the fact that he’d never cheated on her, Lara had dumped his ass that very morning just because he couldn’t come back to Charlotte for Christmas. He had to stay and work. Alex had a car payment to make, and now he had a never worn engagement ring to take back to the jewelry store.
Fuck her -- no fuck Courtney -- and that was exactly what he was doing. This woman was big league. He wasn’t going back to a McDonald’s Happy Meal after being served filet mignon. Alex didn’t mind it a bit when she grabbed his head and did a bump and grind on his face, especially when she squealed and squirmed with every lick.
“That tongue stud is kinda like a mini vibrator. I like.” She pulled him up by the hair roughly kissing him for the first time. “Think you can handle another round?”
“Anything you want.”
“That’s the kind of answer that gets you laid.”
She had him hard again almost as soon as she took his dick in her mouth. Normally he would have closed his eyes and leaned back to be serviced, but he didn’t want to so much as blink and miss a second of seeing her lips wrapped around his cock.
All too quickly, she leaned back on the desk after tossing him another condom. He was already so damn pussy-whipped that he would have gotten down on his knees and barked like a dog if she wanted him to.
Those nails digging into his ass made his dick all kinds of hard as she matched him thrust for thrust, her muscular legs wrapped tight around his waist.
Damn, if she wasn’t screaming so loud it was a wonder someone hadn’t knocked on the door to check on them. Not that there had been any other losers working out the day before Christmas.
Who’s the loser now?
Courtney was fucking insatiable and he loved every second of it.
Real or not, she had the most amazing tits he’d ever gotten up close and personal with. He clamped his lips around her left nipple and she arched her back and squealed.
“Harder, give it to me harder… aaahhhh.”
She rolled into another wave of orgasms as his teeth sank into the fleshy tenderness of her breast. Her pussy throbbed and he couldn’t hold it any longer. He came hard, collapsing all his weight on her, pinning her to the desk.
His legs shook so bad he had to fall backwards into her chair to take a moment to decompress. All he could do was sit back and watch those tits disappear back into a lacy pink bra and admire the curve of her ass when she bent to grab her shorts.
She had to know he was staring from the way she held the pose long enough for him to get one final glimpse of where he’d just been.
“If you can kayfabe our play date.” She handed over his shorts and gave him a quick goodbye kiss “I’ll consider penciling you in for an encore performance.”
Who the hell would ever believe him?
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About the Author
Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch and gifted medium. When she's writing it usually feels like she's merely taking dictation for the voices running amok inside her head.
She currently lives in Nashville, TN with a spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry Potter and a mouthy spirit guide with a fondness for snakes who just happens to be named Odessa.
To find out more about Jezebel Jorge and her Ring Dreams series please visit http://www.witchlitchick.com or http://www.jezebeljorge.com
Odessa's Stories:
Under My Skin
The Lady is a Tramp
Other books by Jezebel Jorge:
Desire (A Ring Dreams Retro)
Wicked Desires (A collection of Ring Dreams Snippets)
Dirty Weekend (A Ring Dreams Novella)
Wanton (A Ring Dreams Snippet)
Shattered (A Ring Dreams YA)
Hexed (A Ring Dreams Novel)
Vexed (A Ring Dreams Novel)
Infinity - An Anti-Valentine's Novella
Need You Tonight – An Evernight Publishing Romance On The Go
Non-Fiction
Give It To Your Guides: How To Connect With And Accept Help From Your Spirit Guides
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