The Cruiserweight (28 page)

“Right. Not that you haven’t gotten that way
during
some bouts.”

“Hey, that’s an involuntary reaction to
contact, not because I’m into guys. Jesus, just seeing some of them
in the locker room is enough to
shrink
my dick rather than
give me a boner.”

“I don’t know, that Wild Man guy is sort of
hot.”

“Thanks, but not my type.” Brett looked across
the room where a group of people appeared. “Looks like my
opponent’s arrived. Time to get busy practicing knocking his ass
down a ladder or two.”

*****

Both Brett and ‘Wild Man’ Warren Garrett
received respectable reactions from the crowd when their match came
up that night. Before it got underway, Brett cut a promo. “Wild Man
and I are similar in wrestling style. We like flying high, and we
like duking it out on the mat. For Wild Man and I, it’s about
wrestling minus the bullshit. There’s one difference. Wild Man is
still a lowly local, whereas I’ve had international success, so I
don’t have to tell you who’s the better man.”

He introduced Kyra. “I also had no trouble
turning this beautiful lady’s head and having her manage me for
tonight. Wild Man’s so ugly, he couldn’t get his own mama to
accompany him. Miss Kyra and I are here for one reason, and that’s
to climb to the top of the ladder, something your Wild Man will
never do in my presence of greatness.”

Insulted by Brett’s taunts, Garrett went after
Brett and speared him before confronting Kyra. Brett jumped Garrett
from behind and they brawled to the outside as the bell rang. Both
returned to the ring, where Garrett hit a jawbreaker on
Brett.

“Okay, local yokel, you asked for it!” Brett
nailed Garrett with a ladder to his head, and then dropkicked him
out of the ring. He tried to climb the ladder, but Garrett rushed
back in. “Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Superstar?“ he asked
before he dropkicked Brett off the ladder.

Garrett tried to hit a springboard on Brett as
he once again attempted climbing the ladder, but Brett moved, so
Garrett crashed and burned, landing on the ladder when it tipped.
Brett got to the ladder’s top on a third try, but was shoved off by
Garrett, landing on his feet before Garrett clotheslined him. He
climbed up again, but was pulled away from the ladder by Garrett,
who tried to suplex him, but Brett broke free and hit a dropsault,
sending Garrett onto the ladder, which was dangling on the ropes.
Garrett went after him, but fell to the mat after being tripped by
Kyra, and Brett double stomped him.

Garrett pulled free and hit a German suplex on
Brett, sending him upside down in the corner. “Let’s see who
reaches the top in your presence!” He climbed the ladder but before
getting to the top, Brett followed and attacked Garrett to stop
him. “Not so fast, big ape.”

Garrett struggled to the top, but Brett
returned and hit Slice of Kerrigan off the ladder, almost
decapitating himself on the ropes in the process.

“Jesus, man, is it worth killing yourself to
win a local show?” Garrett asked in a low voice.

“Follow the script and just keep working me
over.”

They both climbed the ladder. Brett attempted
to pull Garrett down, pummeling him with punches. Garrett tried to
get the top once more, but Kendrick returned and backdropped him
from the ladder before he reached the top, winning the match. Kyra
cheered for her wrestler, encouraging more crowd noise, before
joining Brett on the ladder, where they posed for the
fans.

“You could’ve been killed with that Slice of
Kerrigan move,” she muttered in his ear. “I bet you scared poor
Karen to death.”

“Done a lot worse and lived to tell about them,
kiddo,” he replied.

Afterward, Garrett helped Brett down from the
ladder and the pair shook hands. Kyra stood between the two men,
raising the hand of each into the air as the crowd cheered their
approval. “Thank you, Brett!” fans chanted in unison as confetti
rained down on the three stars inside the ring.

“Was an honor, man,” Garrett said to Brett. “I
can die a happy man since I had the pleasure of wrestling a star
like you.”

“The pleasure was mine. I wasn’t kidding
yesterday when I said on the radio show that you could go places.
Give me your number when we get to the back, and I’ll see if I can
pull some strings with either Dragonfly or one of the better
independents. You’re wasting your talent.”

As the threesome were leaving the ring, Brett
spotted Karen in the first row, a worried look on her face. “I’m
okay,” he mouthed silently, giving her a seductive wink. “I’ll see
you in half an hour.”

*****

When the show ended, Karen saw some friends and
talked several minutes before heading to meet Brett at the talent
entrance. Someone grabbed her from behind as she neared the meeting
spot. She screamed, ready to fight her attacker.

“Relax, baby, it’s just me,” Brett growled in
her ear, flicking it with his tongue.

“Brett Donald Kerrigan, you’re going to do that
one time too many, and I will not hesitate to kill you.”

“Quite of a way to say hello to your man.” He
turned her around, hugged her, and tongued her ear
again.

Karen giggled and smacked him. “Cut that out,
it tickles! I thought we were meeting at the talent
entrance.”

“Couldn’t wait to see you.”

“More like you’d rather scare the hell out of
me.”

“Not my fault you look so damn hot
tonight.”

“Hot? I’ve
…
gained a bit of weight.”

“More to keep me warm and grab.”

“Quit thinking with the wrong head.”

“What? Don’t know about other dudes, but I’d
rather sleep with a pillow than a pole.”

“Silly man. There’s something I want to discuss
while you‘re in town, though.”

“Save it for later. I have to see what’s
keeping Kyra. I told her we’d wait for her.”

“It’s rather important, Brett.”
Good God,
this isn’t something I can hide forever! Don’t you even want to
know why I’ve put on some weight?

“So what’s happening?”

“Remember last fall when you and I spent our
first night together?”

“How could I forget? It was one of the best
nights of my life, sweetheart.”

“Well, there’s something I need to tell
you
…
” Karen said before another
voice cut her off.

“There you are!” Kyra called as she ran toward
them. “Oh good, you found Karen!”

“He did,” Karen said.
Nice timing, Kyra. I
was in the middle of telling Brett he was going to be a
dad.

“Now I have
two
beautiful women to take
to dinner,” he said, spotting two men down the hall. “Hey, losers,
be jealous!”

“Fuck you, Kerrigan,” one of them called
back.

“In your dreams.”

“Will you stop teasing those poor guys?” Karen
asked.

“Not my fault they can’t find chicks,” he
replied.

“I hope not. Warren’s married, and I ran into
his wife earlier.”

“Yeah, Dana. Must weigh about one sixty at
best. Nice girl. Great ass.”

Kyra punched his arm. “Brett! Quit being so
crude in front of your girlfriend.”

“It’s okay,” Karen said. “He’s allowed to look,
but I doubt Warren would let him touch.”

“If his tossing me around during out match
tonight is any indication, the last thing I’d want to do is mess
with his wife.” He squeezed Karen’s waist. “Besides, I’m a taken
man, and why settle for hamburger when I have filet
mignon?”

“Wow, you’re eloquent.” Kyra couldn’t resist a
giggle. “Speaking of food, where are we going for
dinner?”

“My room, and the two of you can order anything
you like. I need to stop in the lobby and clear up a couple of
things first.” He handed Karen his spare room key card when they
reached the hotel. “You ladies can go ahead upstairs.”

Kyra held back another giggle. “Must’ve gotten
overcharged on ordering porn again,” she muttered in Karen’s
ear.

CHAPTER 48

“Must be taking a long time for him to
straighten out that pay-per-view porn bill,” Kyra said with a laugh
while she and Karen relaxed in Brett’s room.

“Does he really dispute things like
that?”

“If he’s anything like he was when we traveled
together, the man ordered porn every night, except when he and
I
…
you know.”

“Yes. To say Brett has a high sex drive is an
understatement. At least you kept him happy most of the time in
that
department. Long distance relationships kind of put a
damper on sex, so thanks for picking up the slack for
me.”

“I admit I was rather selfish and ‘picked up
the slack’ for me too. Kind of hard to have a wild night with my
husband when I was two thousand miles away. At least now, both my
and Brett’s schedules aren’t as brutal.”

Kyra's cell phone rang; she excused herself for
a moment to take the brief call and apologized once it had
concluded. “Brett. Turns out he’s trying to get some college punks
across the hall evicted. They kept him up last night making a bunch
of noise.”

“Know that feeling,” Karen replied, getting two
beverages from the honor bar. “May as well have a drink while we
wait for him.”

*****

When Brett returned a while later, the three of
them enjoyed dinner and a few more drinks before becoming relaxed
enough to shed their clothes. His penis was erect, bumping against
Kyra’s cheek. Karen joined her, and they both knelt before him,
their faces only inches from his crotch. Karen reached up to push
his erection towards her lips, parting them to take the entire
length of his shaft in her mouth, her head bobbing while she sucked
him.

Karen slid her mouth off of him and pushed his
manhood toward Kyra, who smothered it with her mouth and tongue
until it was against her throat. She sucked hard for several
minutes before she handed it back to Karen and slipped it into her
mouth bit by bit. Her eyes closed, Karen swallowed several times,
massaging him with the movement in and out of her mouth.

He withdrew from Karen’s lips and watched in
amazement as Kyra gave her a passionate kiss, her hand on Brett’s
ass as she nudged him toward the bed.

“So, big boy, who’s first?” she asked with a
sexy grin.

“You tell me,” Brett replied, overcome with
lust.

Kyra smiled at Karen. “She should be
first.”

Karen was shocked at first, but when
encouraged, her face radiated pure pleasure as she gradually
impaled herself his erection. Kyra watched as Karen rode him. Brett
bucked his hips in an upward position, and she moaned as the last
few inches went inside her.

Kyra looked on in fascination, fingering
herself while she watched the scene before her unfold. Brett looked
over, a knowing smile crossing his face, knowing the idea of
someone looking on was bringing Karen to orgasm. “Looks like
someone’s having a good time watching us, baby.”

"Just a few more minutes, Kyra, then it’s your
turn.” Karen said.

When her climax hit full force, Karen collapsed
forward, Kyra catching her mouth in a deep kiss, Brett still inside
her. It took both of them few moments to calm down before either
could speak.

Karen smiled, her face glowing. "Wow, that was
fun! He’s ready for you.”

She climbed off Brett, making way for Kyra, who
got into position over his erection. Karen guided him inside her.
Kyra’s eyes opened wide as the tip slipped inside. Karen whispered
encouragement for her to take all of him, massaged Kyra’s thighs,
and told her to “give him the ride of his life!”
Kyra set up a rhythm of rocking, not really riding his cock, but
allowing it to move inside her, giving her the sensations she
craved. Brett raised himself up on his elbows so that he could have
a better view of Kyra’s bouncing as she kept up a steady motion. He
saw Karen behind her. Karen’s hands snaked around and played with
Kyra’s breasts while she rested her head on Karen’s
shoulder.

Kyra cried in orgasm, not letting up her
bouncing. She grabbed Karen’s head and pulled it toward her,
kissing her hard. Brett groaned in ecstasy at the sight while he
felt Kyra’s muscles tighten around his shaft and her body
quiver.

She rose and smiled at Karen. “Your
turn.”

“Not so fast, baby,” Brett said. “On your back.
I want to try a little something. Did I ever tell you Kyra likes to
watch?”

“I do,” Kyra giggled.

“Then you’ll love seeing us do this.” He
mounted Karen, entering her in one thrust. As he moved in and out,
Brett sensed that it wouldn't be long before he came. He gritted
his teeth and attempted to make the moment last as long as
possible, not an easy feat with Karen’s hips meeting his stroke for
stroke, getting close to her own orgasm.