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"You know, I felt kind of bad about tonight," Adam admitted. He crossed the hotel room he and Amy were sharing and got into the bed beside her.
The redhead turned around, sitting Indian style, to fully face him. Tenderness swept through her as she raised a hand, pressing it to his cheek. She knew some of what he'd said during The Cutting Edge must have been difficult for him. Making fun of Ric Flair's troubles was one thing - although, just like The Nature Boy, he too had gone through a nasty divorce. She knew that what had truly hurt him was the comment toward Michael Hayes about his late best friend Terry Gordy. After all, it had been less than a month earlier that Eddy Guerrero, one of Adam's closest friends and perhaps the most beloved WWE superstar, had passed away. After all of the turmoil and "controversy" they had endured over the last nine to ten months, true friends were hard to come by - but Eddy had been the truest. He'd never judged them, never looked at them differently, never talked about them behind their backs. And Amy knew that "Latino Heat"'s death had shaken up her boyfriend and that he hadn't been dealing with it very well.
"I know, baby," she said softly. She blinked as she gazed serenely into his brilliant green eyes. God, how she loved him. She loved him so much, and she wished with all her heart that she could take away all of his pain, ease all of the hurt and wrongs that had been dealt to him - to *both* of them - over the course of the year.
"I'm not going to do that again," the tall blond man said, his face ashen as his gaze dropped.
Amy instantly knew he was referring to the dead friend comment. She stroked his cheek, then his hair, her fingers soft and gentle.
"It's okay, Adam."
"If it's okay, why doesn't it *feel* okay?" he asked, meeting her eyes again, a plaintiveness in his deep voice, as though he were asking her the meaning of life. He couldn't help himself. He drew such strength from her, had always gone to *her* when he needed some female perspective. That, of course, was exactly what he'd done when he'd needed some relationship advice - and the rest, as they said, was history.
After being divorced for only seven months from his first wife, Alanah, Adam had married Lisa Ortiz - a beautiful model who was actually his friend Chris Irvine's wife Jessica's best friend. The couple had played matchmaker and set them up while Adam's divorce had been taking place. They'd dated for a couple of months before the Canadian had proposed. Actually, he'd been worried about doing so because it had been so early - but Lisa had accepted with delight. A few short months after the engagement, they'd gotten married. It had been a mistake, perhaps the biggest of his entire life. He knew that now, had known so for months, ever since this had all started. Perhaps he'd known even longer than *that*.
He knew he'd had a crush on Amy Dumas ever since he'd met her. But the redhead had been dating Matt Hardy and he'd already been engaged at the time. He'd respected Matt, who'd been a good friend, and loved Alanah, so he'd never even considered mentioning anything about it back when.
Then, a year earlier, he and Lisa had been newly married - just less than a month at this point - but they'd been having problems. Actually, the problems had started *before* the marriage, but up until then, the blond man had been in denial. He'd deluded himself by thinking that if the issues weren't addressed, then everything was just fine and dandy. Finally, however, he'd been pushed to his limit and knew he couldn't dance around it anymore...
... That was when he'd talked with Amy. They'd been traveling together for over a month by then, he of course not wanting to travel alone, and she - well, Matt had asked him to travel with her and "keep an eye on her" while he was out of commission and at home healing from a torn ACL and reconstructive knee surgery. And so, one night, he just spilled it all out to the redhead. He was in desperate need of some advice.
They talked relationship stuff a lot after that night. Adam had been shocked when Amy had admitted some things about herself and Matt as well. According to her, he wasn't the perfect boyfriend he always made himself out to be after all. It had pained his heart and made him downright furious to hear stories of emotional and mental abuse, possessiveness and manipulation.
Not much longer after that, Adam realized he didn't merely have a crush on her - he was in love with her. After weeks of debating with himself about the reasons why it was such a bad idea to do so, the tall blond man confessed his feelings for her. Amy had seemed surprised, to say the least, but in an ironic twist, she admitted having the *same* feelings for *him*.
"Wow..." Adam said, his gaze remaining on the beautiful redhead at her admission. He was in absolute shock. "... So, what are we going to do about this?"
Amy winced and met his green eyes. She wanted in the worst way to reach out and touch him. But she didn't do it... She *couldn't*.
"I don't think there's anything we *can* do, Adam," she said evenly, though inside, her heart was shattering into about fifty-million pieces. "You're married and I'm with Matt. It... It would be wrong." She shook her head, her heart sinking.
And yet, later that same night, when he'd gone to her at her hotel room, she hadn't turned him away. She hadn't been *able* to.
"What a night," Adam said, shaking his head and breaking his reverie. "The only highlight has been spending my time with *you*." He finally smiled as the redhead pushed up to her knees to edge closer to him, her hands back into his hair, caressing it. As her face drew nearer to his, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her closer still, his lips drawing toward hers. He groaned deep in the back of his throat the second their lips met, her tongue in his mouth and spiraling around his. Meanwhile, she was gently pushing at his chest with one hand, urging him back - and he obliged, laying back and allowing her to be in control.
For the second time that night, he was throbbing against her. She purred with delight as she felt his hardness against her, her hands roaming over him. In no time, she freed him, her small hands stroking at his throbbing member.
Adam moaned. He slid his hands under the light T-shirt she was wearing, his fingertips gently brushing over her breasts, her already hardened nipples. She let out a sigh of pleasure at the sensation before lowering to take him into her soft, hot, velvety mouth.
The blond man tilted his head back, his eyes closing at the feel of it. The stimulation was so intense, he nearly lost himself. And damn it, he wanted more. He could never seem to get enough of Amy Christine Dumas. She always satisfied him like no other woman ever could, and yet he was always hungry for more.
After several minutes, and just when he thought he wouldn't be able to take much more without exploding in her mouth, the redhead pulled back to gingerly remove his boxers. Not bothering with her T-shirt in her haste, she stepped out of the pajama shorts she'd been donning, her thong quickly following.
She crawled back on the bed on all fours, slowly, desire in those hazel orbs. As he watched, the anticipation nearly causing him to salivate, the redhead straddled him. As she lowered herself onto him, he easily slipped into her, and she rode him with rapid, hard strides.
The pleasure was so great, he almost couldn't stand it. Colors swam behind his eyelids as she slammed herself relentlessly up and down over his massive, thick length.
Finally, Amy cried out, giving herself in fully to the orgasm. She was quite loud as well, which caused Adam to groan. He loved the feel of her inner muscles tightening, clenching around him. Both sent him spiraling over as well, and he called out her name as he climaxed.
When it was over, they clung onto each other, both drenched with sweat for all the efforts of their lovemaking. Adam felt an incredible peace as he felt her heart beating against him. He kept one arm securely around her and pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple. He thought this must be what heaven on earth truly was.
Suddenly, the ringing of Amy's cell phone on the nightstand startled them. The blond man turned his head toward it, then looked back down at his girlfriend questioningly.
"At least they didn't call a few minutes ago," she said impishly, a sly little smile cocking her lips.
"Yeah, because it would've been completely ignored," he said with a smirk. He reached over for the phone and handed it to her.
Still laying in the embrace of the man she loved, Amy answered the call.
"Hello?"