The Cruiserweight (12 page)

“Does this mean you’re not afraid of planes
anymore?”

“I wouldn’t say that just yet. I think it’s
time to face and conquer my fears.”

“I never thought you‘d say such a
thing.”

“How’s everything at the office?”

“Great. I think the boss misses
you.”

“I should be home late this afternoon. Brett
and I went to breakfast and sightseeing. If I didn’t know any
better, I’d think he was working on convincing me to move
here.”

“Would you?”

“Not quite. I’ve been in Pittsburgh all of my
life, have a good job and friends there. I’d miss the excitement of
football season and, weird as it sounds, the snow every winter.
L.A.’s a nice place to visit, but it’s good to come back to
familiar ground. Even Brett returns to Olympia once in
awhile.”

“Not that I‘m nosy, but has he made a move on
you yet?”

“Uh
…
you could
say that.”

“Why do I have the feeling that something else
happened?”

“There are still some of us in this world who
don’t kiss and tell.”

“Karen Jean Montgomery, you slept with a
younger
man!
Was he any good? Is that bulge in his
Speedo the real deal?”

“Phoebe!”

“You
did
have mind-blowing sex, didn’t
you? I’ve heard of some athletes being great in bed, and some say a
guy who’s well-endowed does a better job of
…
you know
…
making women
…
”

“Have orgasms. Brett‘s
…
very
gifted in both aspects, and that’s all I’m
saying on the subject. Don’t you dare breathe a word to anyone
else.”

“I won‘t. It‘s no one‘s business anyway. I
could almost imagine the guys if they knew, since most men I know
are filthy-minded pigs.”

“Another reason I’d like my relationship with
Brett to be kept quiet for the time being.”

“I hoped you two would get together. I always
thought you’d make a charming couple, age difference and
all.”

Phoebe, you’re such a romantic sap.
“I need to get back to packing and check out if
I’m going to make my plane. I’ll call you or Eddie when I get back
to Pittsburgh.”

*****

“Hey, my man, why did you blow Pat and me off
last night?” Dillard asked. “He had a bitch fit like a woman who’d
been stood up on a blind date.”

“Sorry about the last minute change of plans,
bro, but Karen and I got caught up in each other’s company,” Brett
said. “I didn’t want to be a rude host to her, so better to call
you two than run late.”

“So that’s it!” Dillard began to laugh. “Wait
until Pat hears about this shit!”

“What?”

“You got
laid!
Fess up, Kerrigan, I’ve
known you long enough to figure out when you’ve had a piece of
ass.”

Brett felt crimson creeping up from his neck
and settling on his cheeks. “Um
…
it
kind of just happened, yeah.”

“I can tell you scored by the sound of your
voice and your eyes gleaming. So how was she?”

“Dude, come on! I’m not like Patrick, who goes
around bragging about every woman he’s bagged. Ever hear of
treating ladies with respect? If you
must
know, it was quite
good, thank you.”

“Wow, Karen must be something special for you
to keep quiet. You and Patrick compared notes after you‘d fucked
Kyra Dimes.”

“We were ‘friends with benefits’ and she did
Pat a couple of times too. One night she did both of us. Happy
now?”

“Who
hasn‘t
fucked that
chick?”

“You, for one. Don’t talk shit about Kyra.
She’s been good to me, and as of tonight, we’re cutting down on the
‘with benefits’ part of our friendship for the time being. She’s
going to work out things with her husband, and I’m in a
relationship with Karen.”

“Wow, you are serious.”

“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve had a woman like
Karen in my entire life. She’s just
…
special,
you know?”

Dillard nodded. “I think I’m getting what you
mean, man. But tell me one thing.”

“What?”

“Is it true older chicks are better
lays?”

Brett gave him a knowing wink. “You better
believe it. And if you go running your mouth off to Patrick, I’ll
give you a much worse ass beating than what you got in the ring
tonight.”

CHAPTER 18

Legs and arms were entwined, hands and mouths
explored bodies. Karen moved down, took Brett into her mouth, and
swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. She looked into his
eyes for a moment, then plunged down his entire length, her dark
head bobbing up and down.

He shuddered with pleasure.
She’s the best
I’ve ever had! Kyra gave great head, but nothing like
this!

She had a flight to catch, but when Karen
showed up unannounced, he was delighted to see her. “I couldn’t
leave without saying goodbye,” she said.

The visit went from casual to erotic when Brett
spilled coffee on his shirt. Karen laughed and suggested he take it
off for her to clean before the stain settled. Shirt forgotten, she
began kissing his chest while rubbing the growing bulge between his
legs. He pushed her off and dragged her into the bedroom, both
tearing off their clothes on the way.

His groans became louder as Karen continued to
go down on him. She sucked from tip to base, back and forth,
swirled her tongue around, and nipped his balls.

He felt his breath becoming jagged. "God,
you’re great, baby.”

She winked, not missing a beat, enjoying giving
him the blow job as much as he loved getting it.
If I’m going to
say goodbye, I’m going to do it right!

Reluctant to stop Karen’s expert cock sucking,
Brett had to pull her off. If he’d let her continue, he would have
come too soon, and wasn‘t sure if she was into
swallowing.

Karen‘s eyes glowed with mischief. "Did you
like that?”

“Very much. I thought you were the proper type,
sweetheart.”

She straddled his body. “Don’t you know
appearances can be deceiving?”

“Yeah, but in this case, I’m not complaining.
You’re one sexy woman.”

“I haven’t gotten to the good part.” Within
seconds, she had guided him inside her and began sliding up and
down his shaft. It was the most beautiful sight Brett had seen, her
enormous breasts bouncing while she rode him.

"God, this feels so good,” she said. “You’re
enjoying it, aren’t you? I bet you love having a woman on top.
Brett, yes, make love to me
…
” Her voice
trailed off.

He reached up and grabbed her breasts, gripping
them tight. “Oh yeah
…
” The rest of his words
couldn’t come out. He pinched her nipples and felt his orgasm fast
approaching. "Ride me, baby,” he moaned, “You look so damn
hot.”

They came together, her muscles milking his
cock, and semen shot into her. Brett pulled her down to him,
sucking her breasts and prolonging her sensations. He felt as if
his entire body was alight with desire.

Afterward, they lay beside each other, quiet
for several moments before he spoke again. “Was this your original
plan for saying goodbye before going home?” he asked, kissing her
thighs, stomach, breasts, neck, and lips.

Karen gave him a coy look. “Maybe. I wish I
could stay with you like this a little longer.”

“Do you have a ride to the airport?”

“I was going to call a cab.”

“Like hell. I’ll drive you.”

“That’s very sweet, but you don’t have to go
through the trouble.”

“It’s the least I can do after you gave me a
parting treat I won’t forget anytime soon.” He got up. “We better
get moving if you’re going to be on time. Traffic’s a bitch this
time of the morning.”

She gave him a quick kiss and went to get her
clothes. “I’ll give you a call or a text after I land.”
If you
thought today was great, wait until I show up in
Chicago.

CHAPTER 19

“Welcome back to hell,” Eddie greeted Karen
when he picked her up at Pittsburgh International Airport. “What
was spending your days off in L.A. like?”

“It was nice, but I’m glad to be back home, at
least for another week.”

Eddie‘s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Another week?”

“Yeah, I’m going to Chicago for the Dragonfly
show, remember?”

“Oh, right, the week you wanted to have off
before Brett sent you those plane tickets to come out to see him in
SCE.”

“The original plan has changed. Mr. Sullivan’s
sending me on a paid assignment to cover the show. By the way,
Brett doesn’t know I’m coming.”

“I’m sure he won’t have any objections to
seeing you again.”

She smiled, remembering the last few days they
were together.
Brett’s match, sightseeing, dinner dates, and
unexpected, yet incredible sex.
“I hope not. Anything new at
the office while I was gone?”

“Nope. Just the usual slave camp duties of
meeting deadlines and listening to Sullivan scream. Oh, and Lou’s
going to be out for a few days. Something about his colon or some
shit. You and Pheebs may be sent out on some extra assignments
outside your usual stuff, so be prepared.”

“Not a problem. I’ve always welcomed a
challenge.”

“I forgot to mention your great
tan.”

“Thanks. It will be gone in a few days, so I
may as well enjoy the extra color. I was thinking of dropping into
the office later to get some work done.”

“Are you
nuts?
Sullivan will throw you
out on your ass. The personal days you took aren’t up until
tomorrow.”

“So I’ll grab some work and take it home. I’ve
had writer’s block for a few weeks, so working on the novel is
futile, at least for now.”

“How about just going home and taking a
nap?”

“Because I won’t sleep well tonight, and I’m
not tired anyway. Come on, Grumpy, take me back to the office so I
can get some stuff out of my desk.”

“If you insist.”
I can’t believe Karen wants
to go straight to work after returning from such an awesome place.
Is there a time that woman
isn’t
thinking about some kind of
project?

*****

“Kerrigan, good to see you again,” Gil Preston
greeted Brett with a firm handshake at a meeting to sign an
official contract with Squared Circle Express. “Ready to face off
with Shima at Dragonfly next week? Graham‘s been saying great
things about you.”

“Looking forward to it, Gil.”

“I had Lynda finish up the details on your
contract. Want to have a last look over to make sure everything’s
okay before you sign on the dotted line?”

“Wouldn’t hurt.” Brett read each detail of the
document handed to him. He was happy to discover specific matters
he had previously addressed were written into the contract. “Do you
have a pen or should I sign this in blood?”

“I think this pen would do a much better job.”
He liked Brett’s overall attitude, sense of humor, and
outspokenness. What Preston hadn’t told him was that Sobeck didn’t
mind sharing; in fact, he advised SCE to offer Brett their own
non-exclusive deal. He would bring great publicity to both them and
Dragonfly. Preston agreed, contacting the young cruiserweight and
making an offer.

Even if Preston omitted that Sobeck recommended
Brett with confidence, he sensed that Brett picked up on the fact
anyway. He was smart, quick,
and
athletic. They were traits
Preston had encountered in few other wrestlers.

Brett signed the contract with enthusiasm
before handing it back. “See you at the next show,” he said, rising
from the chair.

“Looking forward to it. Consider this your
official welcome to the Squared Circle Express roster.”

CHAPTER 20

“Looks like Sullivan and I aren’t the only ones
who have good taste in independent wrestling,” Karen said when she
arrived early the following Sunday evening where Dragonfly USA was
holding their show. She’d guessed so many people lined up was not
only because of the Labor Day weekend, but also that Dragonfly was
developing a stellar reputation among federations and fans alike.
“This is going to make a fantastic story.”

She wasn’t the only out-of-towner present. A
couple flew in from Canada to see Brent Dillard’s final Dragonfly
appearance, and another group of fans from Arizona chipped in money
to attend. As part of her assignment, Karen interviewed each of
them.
Fan stories are always fascinating, especially when
they’re from another state or even a different
country.