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Chapter 33

Upon Trish and Amy's return from Toronto, the next two weeks flew by. The Road to Wrestlemania Tour was in full effect and practically the entire WWE roster was required to be at both RAW and Smackdown events, as well as most House shows. The tour had taken them from the West Coast, over to the East Coast and everywhere in between. The girls were busy putting the final touches on their match and when they weren't practicing, they were doing promotional appearances and interviews.

Now that Ron was completely out of the picture, Trish had relaxed more into her relationship with Randy. Things were progressing at a steady rate, though the physical side of the relationship was touchy. Trish held her ground on her third base ruling, though Randy made endless attempts at home runs. Saying 'no' to him was not an easy task though. Every attempt he made, Trish came closer to giving in.

"Trish, you need to stop teasing him. Have I mentioned I have a sixth sense in reading sexually frustrated men? And I hate to say it, but Randy is definitely sexually frustrated."

Trish looked up at Amy with an irritated face. "He is not sexually frustrated. He understands why I'm hesitant to take things further. I want to move slowly."

"Yeah, except you're not moving slowly, you're moving at archaic speeds. And why are you hesitant to move things along? I thought your life has more or less stabilized. Ron is completely out of the picture, you've determined you're over him, Sam is no longer an issue…why not move things along? What's the deal?"

"Amy, you know I like to take things slowly. Look how long I dated Ron before I decided to marry him. And you see how well that worked out."

"Yeah, it took you ten plus years to decide you wanted to marry him, and it took less than five months for you to divorce him. Just because you date someone forever, doesn't mean they are more or less right for you if you would have dated them for only one year. And besides, I'm not saying you need to marry Randy…I'm just saying have sex with him!"

"What if all he's looking for is sex? And once he get's it, he leaves me high and dry?"

Amy groaned and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, a man that only wants sex will even go as far as to invest a shit load of money in the stock of your company?"

Trish bit her lip and looked at Amy. "Ok, point taken…maybe you're right. Maybe it's time."

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Trish stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. It was exactly one week until Wrestlemania. They were in the process of wrapping up the last house show in Biloxi, Mississippi and it was onto Atlanta first thing tomorrow morning for the last and final RAW Supershow before Wrestlemania.

Trish rotated her arm, surprised by how little her body ached. Perhaps all the practicing had trained her body for what was to come. She dressed quickly, opting for a cute sundress. Though it was March, Mississippi was going threw a welcomed heat surge this week. She began applying her makeup when she heard a knock at the door.

She turned as the door peeked open to reveal Randy's face. "Hey, I'm just about finished. Are you ready?"

He walked in and smiled, smelling of a fresh shower scent. "Yes, I'm all packed up and ready to go. But I was thinking…"

He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest before placing kisses on her neck. "You remember my thing with beaches right?"

She chuckled and closed her eyes, savoring each and every one of his kisses. "I do…but don't you think we should get on the road. Atlanta is about a six hour drive."

"No, I think we should grab a hotel and leave first thing tomorrow morning. And, I think the hotel we grab should be on the beach."

"Randy, you'll be at a hotel on a beach in Miami in two days."

He spun her around and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulled her lips into a smoldering kiss. "Yeah, but we'll have interviews and appearances…you know that week will be nuts. We won't even get to see the beach, which is why we should stay tonight, on this beach." He kissed her in between his sentences, trying his hardest to tempt her to stay.

"Your persuasion skills are out of this world." She laughed and looked at the goofy grin plastered on his face. "Ok, let's stay. I assume you already have reservations?"

"Of course!"

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Randy held Trish's hand as they walked down the beach. It was just shortly after midnight, but the welcomed warm weather had brought many people down to the beach regardless of the hour. Many of the beach bars had music streaming from them, packed full with patrons laughing and having a great time. Trish was silent for most of the walk, trying to unwind and take in the scenery, but mostly enjoying her time alone with Randy.

Things had been so hectic schedule-wise for the past few weeks, half the time she didn't know if she was coming or going. Randy had been quiet the entire walk as well. She assumed he was unwinding too, from all the interviews and autograph signings he was rushed to. Being in a huge match at Wrestlemania brought on more attention than anyone could handle. Thank God it was only a week away.

"So when do I get to see this new loft of yours? From what you described, it sounds amazing."

Trish glanced up to Randy as a smile slowly spread across her lips. She wanted him to see it so badly. She also wanted him to get to spend time with her family. They absolutely adored him since Christmas and the Ron tragedy. "Well, I was thinking…two weeks after Wrestlemania, the week of the 15th. After Smackdown that Tuesday, we have that entire week off. There are no house shows. So, would you maybe want to make a trip up to Toronto with me then?"

Randy lit up from her suggestion and stopped walking. He pulled her flat against his chest and cupped her face before placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I would love to." He whispered, before giving her a hug. Trish buried her head in chest and inhaled. He smelled amazing, as he always did…laundry detergent and his natural scent that she wished she could bottle and spray all over everything she owned.

A slow song broke out from a live band playing at the bar they happened to be standing in front of. "Dance with me." It wasn't in the form of a question, but a simple demand that she had no problem fulfilling for him. She nodded and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. He started moving with her and everyone and everything around them disappeared.

Down here the river meets the sea
In the sticky heat I feel you open up to me
Love comes outta nowhere baby
Just like a hurricane
And it feels like rain

He slowly started running his hands up and down her back, pulling her even closer to him. She looked up at him and smiled, admiring how smoldering he was and that she was somehow blessed enough to be with him. He smiled down at her, his eyes slightly closed off and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

Lying underneath the stars
Right next to you
I'm wonderin' who you are
And how do you do
How do you do baby?

The clouds roll in
Across the moon
The wind howls out your name
And it feels like rain
And it feels like rain
Baby can ya feel it?

Trish ran her hands through his short hair. Letting her nails glide along as if they were a brush. She felt a slight poke at her stomach and felt her heart rate increase. She licked her lips before pulling Randy into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her tigher, pulling her into his mouth even more. The want and desire pouring from him. In the past, this was the point where Trish would put on the brakes, but not tonight. She had decided she had tortured both of their bodies enough. Tonight was the night.

So batten down the hatches baby
But leave your heart out on your sleeve
Looks like we're in for stormy weather
But that ain't no cause for us to leave
Just lie here in my arms
Let it wash away the pain
And it feels like rain
Feels like rain

Their kisses became more heated, their tongues dancing, feeling, exploring, and caressing each others. Randy now had his hand on her ass, pulling her flush against his throbbing erection. She was seconds from letting him take her right there, but Randy was not about to let that happen again. The first time had been almost in the streets of St. Louis, but not this time. He was going to do it right this time. "Hey, hey" he said, slowing Trish's roaming hands down.

She looked at him with wide eyes. "Let's go back to our room." She chuckled and nodded quickly before both of them began making their way back to the hotel. Within seconds they were at the hotel and even quicker, in their room. As soon as the door closed, they were all over each other. Their kisses were passionate and rough, yet soft and perfect, like they couldn't get enough of each other.

Randy lifted Trish up and carried her to the bed. He wasted little time I removing Trish's dress and discarding it on the floor. He trailed kisses all over Trish's body, starting with her legs, then moving up to her waist, up her ribcage, to her cleavage until he reached her neck.

Every kiss set a small fire ablaze inside Trish. She didn't realize just how bad she wanted this as much as he did. He unhooked her bra, allowing her swollen breasts freedom from their tight constraints. His mouth covered her nipple and began sucking and biting wildly. Trish evoked a moan in response to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

He continued kissing back down her ribcage to her waist. He pulled her underwear off before sinking his head between her legs. His tongue began to slowly massage her nub and it was the undoing of Trish. This was the first time she received oral from Randy and his tongue knew all the right places to hit and when to hit them. He inserted two fingers inside her already hot wet core and it was enough to push Trish over the edge. One more pump from Randy's hand had Trish spiraling out of control towards her first orgasm of the night.

"Randy!" She cried out his name right before erupted in the largest orgasm she'd ever received. Her whole body tingled with pleasure and he continued his assault between her legs until the wave of ecstasy she had ridden was over. He slowly made his way back up her body and began kissing her. She could taste herself on his mouth and it made her even headier than she already was. She then noticed Randy was still completely clothed. "We need to do something about this."

She quickly pulled his shirt over his head and began unbuckling his pants. As soon as she had them off, she moved to his boxer briefs and pulled them down. As she started to move her lips toward the head of his cock, he stopped her. "Not tonight. I just want to feel myself inside of you. I can't wait any longer."

Her insides heated up and she felt her already moist core grow damper with desire. He moved between her and slowly began to enter her. She gasped as his head slid in further, expanding to accept all of him. As she grew impatient in how slow he entered her, she reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him completely into her. He let out a throaty moan. "Baby girl, you're going to kill me. I want this to last more than a minute you know."

She chuckled, "I'm sorry, but I'm unraveling at the seams here." He nodded, "I can see that…and you have no idea what a turn on it is." He slowly started pumping in and out, setting a pace that was controlled. He felt amazing inside of Trish and she instinctly wrapped her legs around Randy, pulling him even deeper. Her actions set him over the edge as he began to pump quicker and harder than before. They simultaneously began to climb the mountain to their climax. Randy reached down and began to rub Trish's clit while continuing to pump in and out of her.

He could feel she was close by the way her body was bucking wildly beneath his. He felt her walls contract around him and watched as her eyes rolled back into her head in another earth shattering explosion. Watching her climax was enough to put him over the edge. He thrust one last time, pushing as far into her as he could and spilled out every last bit of pent up frustration he had into her. She watched as his eyes glossed over and felt his body shaking. She felt his hot liquid inside of her as he collapsed on top of her. He kissed her passionately and threaded his fingers through hers. "That was amazing… .Amazing."

She giggled before kissing him. "No, you are amazing Randy…everything about you." He pulled out of her and turned them on their sides into the spooning position she loved. She pulled up the disheveled covers around them and relaxed back into him. She was exhausted and slowly starting to fall asleep. "You better set an alarm or neither of us will get up." He could tell she was tired with her groggy reminder. He flicked off the light and set the alarm.

"What time do you want up?" When she didn't respond he called her name lightly. "Trish?" He knew at that point she was sound asleep. "I guess 6 AM will be good enough." He put his phone back on the table and snuggled into his sleeping angel.

Trish's eyes were heavy as she started to slowly drift to sleep. She thought she heard Randy ask her something but she was too fatigued to answer. She could feel him trailing his fingers up and down her arm, slowly lulling her into a deeper sleep. He watched her sleep in the moonlight for a few seconds before sighing heavily.

"Goodnight baby girl. I love you."

Trish's eyes flew open immediately.

What?!