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Jay hitched his gym bag higher over his shoulder, a small huff escaping him as he recalled seeing Adam with Amy that morning. God, how obvious could his best friend be? What a prick... And now, after spending a few minutes alone with his thoughts in his hotel room, the short-haired blond man felt he *had* to get out. He wanted to head to a nearby gym and work out - work off some steam.
Jay frowned, taken aback by the fact that he had suddenly bumped into someone apparently passing him on his right side. He started to mumble an apology but then stopped in his tracks...
... It was Dawn Marie Psaltis. And she was apparently crying.
"Hey... Dawn. I'm sorry," he said softly. His gaze fixed on the woman's face as she ducked her head slightly as though to not let him see her. He cocked his head, sympathy washing over him. "Hey... What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," she murmured, her head still down. All the brunette wanted was to just keep on walking, go on back to her hotel room where she could deal with her misery in private. But her feet seemed rooted to the floor.
"Dawn Marie," Jay said softly, "I know we don't know each other that well, but you're crying... And I want to help - whatever the problem is." He reached a hand out to the diva's face, his thumb hooking beneath her chin and tipping her head up. Dawn had no choice but to look up into his kind blue eyes, her brown ones swimming with fresh tears. The blond man's heart went out to her.
Dawn swallowed hard, wanting nothing more than to look away. But for some reason, she couldn't avert her gaze from his eyes. Something in those blue orbs made her feel oddly comfortable.
"Can I help?" he asked gently as he lowered the gym bag from his shoulder. "If nothing else, I'm a great listener." He offered her a small smile, hoping she would smile as well.
The brunette somehow managed the tiniest of smiles, although her heart still felt as though it were breaking. Then, nodding slowly, she met his gaze again.
"Okay. I *do* need to vent a little."
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Adam was still feeling furious as he ventured back up to his hotel room. He couldn't believe the *nerve* of that little blonde bitch! Who did Lilian Garcia think she was?!
The tall blond man reached into his pocket for his keycard as he reached his door. Anger continued to swell and simmer within him as he swiped it through the door. He wished Cena hadn't been there when Lilian had gotten in his face. Had he *not*, Adam thought he might have grabbed the woman by the throat, or at least by the collar of her shirt. He would've told her off, issued a little threat of his own after she'd shot off her smart mouth to him.
He pushed his way into the hotel room, his gaze instantly finding her... Amy. God, did the redhead look luscious, tempting. She was so incredibly delectable, and certainly a good way for him to release all of his pent up frustration and aggression. He kicked the door shut behind him and stepped inside the room.
Amy rose from the bed upon which she'd been relaxing and came up to the table the tall blond man walked over to. The aroma of their steaks hit her nostrils, and her mouth began to water. God, she was hungry.
"That smells *so* good." The redhead reached a hand out for the bag of food, but the blond man stopped her.
"The food can wait," he said firmly, his voice thick and full of... something.
The redhead looked up at him, her gaze finding his as he took hold of her wrist. He was definitely still in the mood, and for a beat, she was sorry she hadn't let him take that shower with her earlier. She was starving right now, and food was pretty much the only thing she could think of. But Adam obviously had other ideas as he backed her against the wall, his arms wrapping around her waist.
The tall blond man lowered his head to hers, just lingering as he gazed into her lovely hazel eyes. She felt *so* good in his arms, smelled so fresh and fragrant from her earlier shower. Then, he lowered his lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at the tender flesh. As he lavished her, he pressed his body flush to hers, grinding his lower body against her.
Amy moaned at his motions, her head swimming as she closed her eyes and gave in to the sensations. He was obviously hungry, too, but not for food. She responded instantly as Adam moved his lips from her neck to her mouth, returning his kisses with equal fervor. She still felt the sting of his nips at her neck and felt certain he'd marked her. Somehow, she didn't care. She *couldn't* care at the very moment.
The tall blond man groaned with pleasure as he slid his hands from her waist, up the sides of her body to the swell of her breasts. God, he wanted her. He slid his hands back down, a soft moan escaping her, and raised the hem of her shirt. He felt her muscles dance beneath his touch and chuckled softly.
The redhead sighed as she felt him tugging the garment then, and she willingly raised her arms to allow him to remove it. Her own hands went for *his* shirt as he attacked the clasp of her bra. When she was out of it, he lowered his head to her breasts, his tongue demanding as he prodded at one nipple with firm, then soft pressure.
Amy swore at the feel of this, her body instantly responding. At the same time, as he was tormenting her like that, he was undoing the button and zipper on her pants. She reached down and tangled her fingers into his long blond hair, then moved her hands lower to the crotch of his jeans.
Before the redhead knew it, they were both completely naked, and their lips met again in the most intense, searing kiss. Her breath was nearly lost as the passion took completely over. She whimpered as she felt the heat radiating from his throbbing hard-on. And then, he broke the kiss and reached down between them, his gaze concentrated as he guided his way to her entrance.
"Oh, God," Amy moaned as he suddenly filled her. She was so stimulated at this point, she didn't even need a few seconds to adjust to his delicious intrusion. He seemed to know it as well, as he didn't start off gently but instead thrust quickly, roughly into her. Her head rocked back and forth against the wall.
It went on and on for awhile, and then the redhead let out a soft cry as she couldn't hold back any longer. She braced her fingertips against the wall as she came, hooking one foot into his leg so as to hold him more firmly in place. She saw colors swimming behind her eyelids at the intensity of the orgasm, a louder moan chasing her softer cry.
"Sweet Christ..." Adam swore, his teeth clenching with effort. She felt *so* amazingly good. It was as though they were made for each other - and hell, they *were*. He suddenly pulled out of her, and her eyes opened and peered up at him questioningly, but he sealed his lips on hers, kissing her more intensely than he'd done earlier. Then, afterward, he turned her around, pressing gently on the small of her back, and she bent over slightly as she got the message. He re-entered her, and a growl came from deep in his throat as he thrust even deeper into her.
The tall blond man moaned loudly at the feel of being inside of her in this position. She was even tighter this way. It was almost too much for him to bear. However, he felt a measure of emotional satisfaction a few moments later, when she was suddenly crying out her pleasure to him again. He thrust through it, and he let out a soft laugh as she came again, then a fourth time. This was great... He *wanted* to bring her to multiple orgasms like no one ever could. Finally, he could hold out no longer as he felt the stirrings of his own climax.
When it was over, his body was dripping with sweat. His breathing was still heavy, and he felt sated as he tried to prevent his body from collapsing against her. He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck, feeling a smile tugging at his lips.
Amy was breathless as well as she straightened and turned to face him. God, she couldn't think straight.
Adam kissed her, his long fingers gently combing through her red hair. He smiled as he pulled back, then placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"*Now* we can eat..."