I had planned to have a few friends over for a small party, since they were in town for a show. Word traveled fast, and I wound up with half of the Smackdown roster at my house. I didn't mind the extra company, but I did ask Matt and Shannon who let the word out. "I mentioned it to Sean," Matt had said. "Sean was invited, anyways," I had told him. "I kinda told Crash, Bradshaw, Taker, Show, Dawn and Stephanie," Shannon replied. "I guess they mentioned it to some people, too," Matt said. "It's alright, guys. But, you guys have to help clean up, before you head out of town. I only planned on five people." With a resigned sigh, they agreed.

I had fun, as well as everyone else. I danced with some of the guys, drank shots with Dawn, and after a few hours, found myself sitting on Sean's lap. Throughout the night, the oldest of the roster, Undertaker, would glance at me from time to time. I caught him looking while I was with Sean. He looked down at his feet, then walked into the kitchen. "Excuse me, Sean." I went into the kitchen, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Taker" "Hey, Jade." "I caught you looking at me a few times." He hooked his thumbs in his pockets, and leaned against the counter to look again. "Yeah." "Did you want something?" "A chance to talk to you." He pushed away from the counter. "I came in for a beer. Do you want one?" "Sure."

He grabbed our beers, and we stood there, talking. Then, he looked me in the eyes, and asked, "can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure." "What's up with you and Sean? Are you two seeing each other?" "Not now. We were together a few months ago. Why?" He put his arm around my waist, and laid his hand at the small of my back. "Because I wanted to know." He leaned down, and kissed me.

I left the kitchen, as I heard some of the guys getting rowdy. Bradshaw was in the middle of Shannon and Crash, holding them away from each other with one huge hand on both of their heads. "Hey! What the hell's going on here," I yelled at them. Shannon pushed Bradshaw's hand away, and turned to say, "Crash said I couldn't drink, because I'm just a kid." "Crash..." "Well, he is! Look at'em. He couldn't be anymore than 16." Shannon dove for Crash again, giving him a perfect spear. As they rolled on the floor, Matt and Bradshaw tried to grab them. Matt bumped into me, knocking me to the floor. Bradshaw finally picked Crash up by his overalls, and carried him to the door. He put him in the car, and took him to the hotel.

Taker came up to me, and helped me off the floor. "Are you ok, darlin'?" "Yeah. It's not the first time he's knocked me on my ass," I laughed. "No, but it's the first time somebody helped your ass back up," Matt said as he tipped back his beer. "You can't all be gentlemen, can you guys?" I said sarcastically. "Oh, come on. You're like a sister. I'm not supposed to be nice to you," he said as he slung his arm over my shoulder. The beer on his breath was worse than the excessive cologne he had put on. "Jesus, Matt... How many bottles have you gone through?" "This is my third beer." "I meant cologne." "Oh, you're funny."

As the night wore on, the guests dwindled to just a few. I had spent most of the night talking to Taker, and occassionally exchanging small kisses. We just seemed to connect. I finally noticed how few people were left when Sean told me he was going to the hotel. "Goodnight, Sean." "Goodnight. I'll see you at the show tomorrow." "Ok." Once he was out the door, it was just me, Taker, Matt and Shannon. I went into the kitchen to get Taker and me another beer, but we had ran out. I looked up at the clock, and it said 2. I went back in the living room, and said, "well, guys, we're out of beer, and it's 2." "Are you ready for bed, Jade?" Matt said. "Why? You gonna read me a bedtime story?" "We'll get out of here, sis," Shannon said, as he and Matt got up. "I'll see you guys at the show." "Ok. Taker, you want a ride?" "I'll be out in a minute." "Bye, Jade," Matt yelled out, as they walked out the door. "Bye," I yelled back.

When I turned around, Taker was standing behind me. His hands went to my waist, as he slowly came down to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and welcomed his soft kiss. He ended it, and said, "I should get back to the hotel." I wanted to tell him to stay, but I didn't want to sleep with him, and not remember in the morning. "Goodnight, Mark." I stood on my toes, and kissed him. When it ended, he said, "goodnight, Jade. I'll see you tomorrow." "I look forward to it." He patted me on the ass, and let me go. Then, he left with Matt and Shannon. I locked the door, shut off the lights, and went to bed.

My slumber was filled with sweet dreams of Taker, and everything I wanted to do to him. But I had let him walk out the door. In my dream, his eyes were dark with desire. His lips were hard and hungry on mine. His height, his big arms, though usually intimidating, seemed almost comforting. The last thing I remembered from my dream was a kiss. I felt every tiny crevice in his lips, the way our lips stuck together, as we tried to end the kiss. Not once throughout my dream, did I see us having sex.

The next day, I made sure I was ready to go to the arena before noon. At half past noon, there was a knock on the door. With a smile on my face, I answered the door. My smile slowly faded as I laid eyes on Matt and Shannon. "Oh... It's you." "Yeah. Were you expecting someone else?" Matt said. "Maybe." "Well, we promised to help clean up, so here we are." "Good. You guys have muscles... You two can start with the trash bags full of beer bottles." "I knew we'd get the shitty jobs," Shannon said. "This will teach you to keep your mouths shut next time." "I didn't hear you complaining while you were with Taker last night," he teased. "Get to work."

We had finished cleaning, and were ready to leave, when there was another knock on the door. As I opened the door, I said, "what?" "Hey, Jade. Wake up with a hang over?" "Uh... Hey, Taker. I'm good. How's your head?" "Just fine." "We were just heading to the arena. What brings you by?" "I wanted to give you a ride. I grabbed the bike from the truck at the arena." I looked at Matt and Shannon, then at Taker, then back to my friends. "I'm gonna ride with him. I'll see you two there." Matt and Shannon stepped around me and Taker, and headed to their rental car. After they pulled away, Taker said, "can I come in for a minute?" "Sure." He entered, and I closed the door behind him.

I turned around to face him, and he was so close I could feel his body heat. He laid his hand on my cheek. "I couldn't stop thinking of you after I left," he said. I smiled up at him. "I dreamed of you." The corner of his lips curled into a smile. "What was I doing in your dream?" I slid my hands inside his unbuttoned shirt, and laid them on his chest. "Driving me insane." "Is that good or bad?" "Oh, it was very good." As he leaned down, my arms went around his neck. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he picked me up. "Why don't you let ol' Mark give you a dose of Prozac." "If you're thinking what I am, we'll be late for the show." "I don't have a match anyways." My smile widened. "Then I'll take my medicine like a good girl."

As one arm held me up, the other hand went under my hair to my neck. I leaned my head back, as he leaned down to kiss my throat. He worked his way to my chin, then finally kissed my lips. My blue eyes connected with his green eyes. "I need you, Mark." Not wasting any time, he laid me down on the stairs, and leaned over me, kissing my neck. He sat back on his legs, and began taking off his shirt. I sat up, and did the same. After tossing them aside, we met in the middle; hands and lips going everywhere. After a few moments, he ended our kiss, and held me away.

"What's wrong?" "We're not doing this right." "What?" "We shouldn't be on the stairs. Not for our first time together." "I don't give a damn where, Mark." "Humor me. Where's your bedroom?" "The loft is my bedroom." He licked the valley of my breasts, then said, "lead the way." I crawled backward up the stairs, because he was crawling along right over me. When we reached the top of the stairs, I stood up. Mark continued to crawl, then grabbed my hips, and kissed my stomach. He raised up on his knees, and kissed my ribs, then worked his way up to my breasts. He got to his feet, and continued his journey up my body. I ran my fingers through his short hair, and pulled off his bandanna. As our lips met, he worked on the button on my jeans, then unzipped them. I let my hands go down his chest, then his stomach, before I worked on his jeans.

He leaned down, and picked me up. He carried me to the bed, and gently laid me down. He pulled my sandals off, and threw them to the side. Then, he slid my jeans off of my legs. I looked at him as he took off his jeans, and laid down next to me. My body trembled from the inside out as he took me into his arms. His hand slid down my back, then under the waistband of my thong; the only barrier between us. He slid them down as far as he could reach, then I curled my legs behind me, and took them off. As I tossed them toward my jeans, Mark climbed over me. He reached between my legs, and petted my soft curls. When he slid his finger within my hole, I raised my hips. "Don't tease me," I whispered. "I don't plan to," he whispered back.

As he positioned himself for entry, he claimed my lips with an earth shattering kiss. He began his slow entrance, then grabbed my hands, laced his fingers with mine, and pressed them into the matress on either side of my head. His thrusts were slow at first, letting me adjust to his size. As my muscles loosened around him, his strokes became faster. I raised my hips to meet each thrust, to allow him to go deeper. He arched his back, and lifted his upper body off of me. I writhed and moaned beneath him. "Oh, gawd... Mark." He released my hands, then caressed my cheek. "Give in, darlin'." I wrapped my legs around his waist, and held on to him. I nearly screamed as the most amazing orgasm I had ever had came over me. He released a sound somewhere between a growl and a moan. His thrusts came faster and harder, until he stopped, and collapsed on me.

After a moment, he kissed my neck, then said, "I wish I could stay here all night." "Why can't you?" "Time to come clean. I do have a match tonight." "Why did you tell me..." "Because I couldn't wait any longer. I never wanted anything as badly as I wanted you." "And now?" "I want more of you." "Let's get to the show, then we can come back when you're done." He smiled before kissing me. "You'll have to drag me to get me out of your bed in the morning." "Good, then I won't have to strap you to it."

by The Rolling Stones

As Mark and I pulled into the loading docks, I saw Matt and Shannon standing outside the door. Mark parked the bike on one of the ramps leading inside the building. I got off the bike, and walked over to them. Before I reached them, Shannon turned and walked inside. "You waiting for someone?" "Yeah. You. Where the hell have you been? We've been here for an hour already." "Mark and I had to do something." Mark came up behind me, wrapped an arm around my waist, and kissed the top of my head. "I'll see you inside, babe. I have to check in." "Alright." I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I watched him walk in.

"Please tell me you didn't." "Didn't what, Matt?" "Sleep with Taker." "OK. I didn't sleep with Taker. I had sex with Mark." "Don't be a smart ass. You know what I meant." "Yes, and I don't see how it concerns you. My love life is none of your business." "When it comes to Taker, I'll make it my business. The man is weird." "So was Sean, but you didn't say anything about him." "Taker is weirder than Sean. He has this dark side, and I'm worried about you getting hurt." "Matt, really... You're overreacting. Mark is a very normal, fully functional man. Maybe if you took the time to get to know him, you'd see that." "I know him. That's why I'm worried." "Well, if he's so damn weird, maybe he can teach me a few things," I said as I turned to walk inside. Matt grabbed my arm. "Just watch yourself, will you, Sis?" "OK, bro." He let go of my arm, and let me walk inside.

Just as I walked through the door, I was grabbed. "You didn't have to defend me." I relaxed against Mark's hard, warm body. "He's just over protective, Mark. If I argue with him, he eventually gives in, and leaves me alone." "And what if he was right? What if I am a little dark and weird?" "I'm willing to take that chance." Mark pushed my hair away from my neck, so he could taste it. "Mark, if you don't stop..." I had to moan as he bit my collar bone. "Oh, gawd..." I turned around in his arms. He pulled me tight against him. His growing erection pressed into my belly. "I have a private dressing room, and we have thirty minutes until the show." "I don't want to wear you out before your match." He grabbed a handful of my hair, and smiled down at me. "Don't worry about me. You need to worry about yourself." I laughed. "Why?" "Because I want to fuck you 'til you can't stand." "Sounds good to me. And, I hope you have more use for that tongue of your's, than just sticking it out at people." "Oh, yeah, I do." His kiss was rough and heated, making me moan.

"Get a room, will ya," Matt said as he walked through the door. Mark turned to look at him. All I could do was lean against the wall, and wait for the fog from the kiss to wear away. As I opened my eyes, I saw Matt poke Mark in the chest. "Further more, I think you're too old for my best friend." "Little man, I don't care how young she is. As long as Jade is legal and willing, she's mine." I finally snapped to their conversation. "Matt, just stay out of our business." I walked off, and Mark followed me. "Baby, slow down." I stopped, and he almost ran into me. "I don't know what's crawled up that man's ass, but I'm about to beat it out of him." "Forget about him, baby." He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and whispered in my ear. "Think about tonight, and what I'm going to do to you." I closed my eyes, and envisioned the night that lay ahead. I smiled. "Ooo... I kinda like that idea." "Walk. I'll lead you to the dressing room."

As we went down the hall, I heard someone walk towards us. "Hey, Deadman. I see you're busy, but Vinnie Mac wants you in his office," Taz said. "Can it wait?" Taz laughed. "I'm not gonna be the one to tell the boss to wait." With a sigh, he let go of me. "I'm right down the hall, babe. Go ahead, and I'll be in there in a few minutes." "Alright, Mark." I went down the hall, and sat waiting for him. After a few minutes there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw one of the security guys I had met before. "Hey, Jimmy." "Hey, Jade. Matt asked me to give this to you." He handed me a slip of paper. "Thanks." I closed the door, and unfolded it to read the note. "Jade, I promise not to argue with you anymore. Please come to my dressing room. I need to tell you something. Matt." I sighed, and opened the door. As I walked down the hall, I found some familiar faces. "Bradshaw, where can I find Matt's dressing room?" "Hey, darlin'. It's down the hall on the left." "Thanks."

I found his dressing room, and knocked on the door. He opened the door, and invited me in. "You wanted to see me?" "There's something I've wanted to tell you for years." "What could you have kept from me so long? I know everything about you." He looked down as he closed the door. "Almost everything." He looked up at me almost sadly. "What's wrong, Matt?" "Have you ever wondered why I'm so protective of you?" "I thought it was because my dad asked you to." "But you don't know why he put that trust in me, do you?" "No."

He sighed. "Just before your dad died, a young, nieve boy went to your father, and asked if he could marry you." "That's so sweet. Who was it?" "It was me." My jaw dropped. "Why..." "Because I loved you then." He looked at his feet again. "And, I still love you. I suppose your father knew I always would." "But, why didn't you ever tell me?" "Because I never had the balls to. Hell, we grew up together as if we were family. I thought you would think it was weird, and turn me down. I didn't think I had a chance." "What about homecoming, when I asked you to be my date?" "I didn't think I could handle being your date, yet just being your friend." "Oh, Matt..."

I didn't get to finish the sentence. Matt wrapped his arms around me, pinned me to the wall, and kissed me. His soft lips melted with mine. His warm skin felt hot through my shirt. His tongue slid through my lips, and slowly searched my mouth. When he ended the kiss, we were both out of breath. "I've waited for years to do that." As he leaned down to kiss me again, I put my hand on his bare chest. "But, Mark..." "He's married, Jade." He kissed me again, more heated than before. "When... were you... planning to... tell me?" He stopped and looked into my eyes. "Before you went home with him tonight. I wouldn't have let you sleep with him earlier, if I would have known..." I put my finger to his lips. "Then he can go fuck himself." He kissed me again, this one as heated as the last. "Matt, I have to deal with Mark." I laid my hand on his cheek. "Then, we can see what happens between us."

As I walked away, I let my hand slide down his neck, then his chest. He grabbed my hand, and pulled me back. "This doesn't feel weird to you, does it?" I smiled at him. "No. It feels very natural. Like I knew in my subconscience that it would happen one day." He softly kissed me, before I walked out the door. I walked back to Mark's dressing room. As I went in, he was sitting on the couch, waiting for me. "Where'd you go, babe?" "I, uh... had to see Matt. Can I ask you a question?" "Shoot." "Are you married?" He crossed his big arms over his chest. "Matt told you, didn't he?" "Yeah, he did." He ran his hand over his face, then tugged at his goatee. "I have a wife at home." "I refuse to be your mistress. If you can't love me with your whole heart, I don't want any of it." He nodded as if he understood. "If that's how you want it, that's how it has to be. I can't leave my wife so..."

I didn't wait to hear the rest. I was out the door, and walking back to Matt's dressing room. I walked through the door, and wrapped my arms around his waist. I leaned my head on his chest, and asked, "why do men feel they need to lie to me?" He squeezed his arms around my shoulders. "I never have, Jade. And, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a man." I smiled up at him. "I know. You and Shannon are the only two I can really trust." "And Jeff." "Yeah. And Jeff." His hands went down to the small of my back. "I have to do my match soon. Do you want to go do something after that?" "Like what?" "I don't know. We can get some coffee, have a few drinks, go bowling... I don't care. You choose." "I don't know. I kinda feel like curling up on the couch." "Then let me curl up with you." I smiled at him. "I'd like that." I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he came down to kiss me. When our lips parted, I said, "Matt, you do realize that this will change our friendship forever." "I know. I just hope it stays for the better."

Two hours later, as we lay on my couch watching a movie, Matt wrapped his arms around me. I adjusted my position, so his arm wasn't under my ribs. As I stopped moving, he said, "I hope you're comfortable now, J." "Yeah. Why?" He grabbed my hip, and pressed his hips into my back side. His length was semi-hard. I rolled onto my back, and looked up at him. "Gee, Matt... A little excited?" "I can't help it. That's what you do to me." I laid my hand on his cheek. "So far, this hasn't felt weird, or wrong, but I can't promise that sex won't." He laid half of his body over mine. "I'm not asking for promises. Just a chance to find out." "You can have all I can give." He pressed his lips softly to mine.

As heat began to build between us, his cell phone rang. He looked down at me. "Go ahead and answer it." He picked it up from the coffee table, and looked at the caller ID before answering. "What's up, Jeff?" "Where are you? I thought you were flying back tonight." "I'm at Jade's house. Can I call you back later?" "Let me talk to her." With a groan, he handed me the phone. "Hey, Jeff." "Hey, J. What am I interrupting?" "A private moment between me and Matt. Can we talk to you later?" "Let me say bye to Matt, sis." "Alright. Later." After I handed the phone back, I heard Jeff say, "you finally told her?" He kissed my neck, just below my ear. "Yes," he answered Jeff. "And she's cool with it?" "Say goodbye, Jeff." "Goodbye, Jeff." Matt hung up the phone, and turned it off. "Before dawn, your mom will know." "We can deal with them tomorrow." I leaned up and kissed him. "You know, I kinda had a thing for you, too. That's why I asked you to be my date all those years ago."

I let my hands slide under his shirt to feel his warm skin. "Matt, I'm ready when you are to take that chance to find out." "I'm ready, but I'm not going to rush. I've waited too long. I want to savor the moment." His lips melted with mine, as he positioned himself between my legs. I slid my hand around to the nape of his neck, and pulled the tie out of his hair. I set it on the table, then shook his hair loose with my fingers. It fell around our faces like a curtain; shutting out the rest of the world. His hand went under my shirt, and laid on my ribs. His hand felt like fire, setting my desires ablaze. "Sit up," I told him. He sat back on his knees, and I sat up to unbutton his shirt. Once I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, I pressed my lips all over his warm flesh. He grabbed the hem of my shirt, and pulled it over my head. He fumbled with the hooks on my bra, until they came undone. He laid me back, and stared down at me. "Jade?" "Yes, Matt?" "Tell me you want me to make love to you." "I do. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to show me the love you've kept bottled up for all these years."

He claimed my lips with a kiss that burned me to the core. His hands went between us, and he unfastened my jeans. He slowly peeled them off, and tossed them to the floor. He stood from the couch, and undid his jeans as he stared down at me. I sat up, and pushed his jeans down off of his hips. I started at his hip, placing kisses here and there, and worked my way up to his chest. When our eyes met he said, "let me lead this time." "Lead away." "Lay back down." I did as instructed. He lifted my right leg, and kissed from the top of my foot all the way up to my knee, then did the same to my left. He lifted my hand, kissed the palm, then my wrist, then the inside of my elbow. Then, he closed his lips around my nipple, and gently sucked. My breath caught in my throat, and after a moment, it came out in a moan.

"Matt, please..." I ran my fingers through his hair as he turned his attention to the other nipple. From there, he worked his way up to my neck, as he slowly slid his length inside me. When he was in to the hilt, he stopped, closed his eyes, and released a moan. He opened his eyes and stared into mine as he slowly pulled back, and plunged deeply into me. His thrusts remained slow and deep, building the fire between us. Then, I felt the prickles of electricity build between my legs, until it became lightening coursing throughout my body. Matt stopped moving. I could only guess it was because he was close to release as well. He claimed my lips as he began thrusting faster than before. Then, he groaned, and collapsed on top of me. I softly kissed his shoulder. "Jade, I would love to do that again, but I'm kinda tired." "Let's go to bed."

When I awoke in the morning, it was to the sound of the phone ringing. I groaned as I answered it. "Hello." "Did I wake you up?" I laid my head back on the pillow. "Yeah, Mom. It's ok. What's up?" "I just got off the phone with Jeff Hardy." "Shit... I can only imagine what he told you." "He said Matt's there with you." I turned my head to look at him, and saw him smiling back at me. I smiled at him, and got lost in his eyes. "Jade?" "Yeah, Mom, he's here." "I can hear the smile in your voice. He's laying beside you, isn't he?" "And he can probably hear every word you say." "Hi, Mom," Matt said. "Tell him hi." "I think he heard you." "I think it's about damn time you two got together. Your father told me he asked if he could marry you, and he's been dead for fourteen years." "Mom, I didn't find out about that until last night." "Well, get married, and get it over with." "Mother!" Matt lay beside me, laughing. "I'm going back to sleep, Mom." "I doubt it." "Bye."

Even after I hung up the phone, Matt was laughing. I grabbed the blankets, and covered my head. He ducked under with me, laid his hand on my arm, and kissed my shoulder. "The last thing I want to hear in the morning is my mother pushing me into marriage. Especially when it hasn't even been twenty four hours." "She just wants you to be happy." "No, she wants grand-babies before she dies." "Can you blame her? She's not getting any younger." "I know, Matt, but what can I do? I mean, we just started seeing each other last night." "Accept my proposal."

I pushed the blankets off of us, and stared at him. "Are you serious?" He laughed. "Yes. We don't have to get married right away. We can stay engaged for months, or years." I smiled at him. "Alright, Matt. I accept." "WOOHOOO!!" He rolled onto me, wrapped his arms around me, and continued to roll until we fell on the floor. We were bound together by the blankets that wrapped around us, and laughing like a couple school kids. He kissed me deeply. "I love you." "I love you, too, Matt."

The day after we made it back to the states, I awoke to someone pounding on the front door. I looked over at Mark, who was still sound asleep. I got out of bed, put on my robe, and went to answer the door. As I opened the door, i said, "you had better have a damn good reason for..." My eyes went wide. "Hey, Jeff." "Get dressed, J. We're going for breakfast." "But, Mark..." "Taker can find his own breakfast. We need to talk." "There's nothing to talk about." "The hell there isn't. Now, go get dressed. Your mom is waiting on us." "Did you tell my mother?" "No, but she thinks she is going shopping for a wedding dress with you." I sighed. "Come in."

I went up stairs, and got dressed. While I was in the process, Mark woke up. "G'mornin', beautiful." "Mornin', hun." "What's the rush?" "Jeff is down stairs." "Jeff who?" "Matt's brother." With a groan, he closed his eyes. "Tell him to go away." "I can't, babe. He brought my mother with him." He sat up. "Your mom is here?" "Yes." He reached for his bag, and pulled out some clean clothes. I went over to the top of the stairs. "Jeff, will you call my mom in?" "No." I growled, as I turned toward Mark. "Should I wear long sleeves?" "It doesn't matter. She has tattoos." He slipped a T-shirt over his head, then followed me down stairs.

"The invitation was for you only," Jeff said. "Get bent. You're not going to talk about Mark behind his back." I went out the door, to see my mom. Before I reached the car, Jeff grabbed my arm, and turned me around. "You're not going to tell her right now." I smiled as I saw Mark step up behind Jeff. "She might want to know why another man just walked out of my house." I pulled my arm out of his grasp. My mom got out of the car. "What's going on here, Jade?" "Jeff is being a prick." He let out a humorless laugh. "I'm being a prick? If you wouldn't have..." "HOLD ON! Jeff, Jade, somebody tell me what happened."

I sighed as I stepped over to my mom. "Momma, I broke it off with Matt while we were in Germany." "Why? What happened?" "Your daughter slept with his co-worker," Jeff said. "Hey, for the record, your brother only told me about his obsession with me to split me and Mark up." My mom looked beyond me and Jeff. "I take it you are Mark?" "Yes, ma'am." She sighed. "Alright. Everybody in the house." "But, Mom..."Jeff and I said. "Now!"

Once we were inside, Mom looked at Mark. "What's your side of the story?" "Your daughter wasn't happy with Matt, so she came back to me." "How long were you two together, before Matt?" "Two days." Her jaw fell open, as she turned to me. "Two days?" "He was married then. When I found out, I cut it off." "And now?" "I've been divorced for a few months now, ma'am."

Mom looked at me. "I'm disappointed, Jade." "Why? Because I took your advice?" "What do you mean?" "You're the one that taught me to go for what I want, to not settle for second best, to live life my way, and not listen to the ney-sayers." She looked down, trying to hide the grin on her lips. "I'm glad you listened to some of the things I told you." She sighed. "I just don't get it. You two were best friends. How could he make you unhappy?" I looked at Jeff, then Mark, then back to Mom. "It has to do with taking it to the next level." She almost giggled. "Sex?" "I was trying not to make the guys uncomfortable, but yes. If he's not willing to make me happy in bed, then why should I believe he is willing to make me happy in other aspects of our relationship?"

Jeff stood back snickering. "Missionary Matt screws up the big one." "Jeffrey! How can you call your brother that." "He's right, Mom." "That's what she called him before she left him, ma'am." She sighed. "I had to ride for two hours listening to Jeff's music, so I can pick out a wedding dress with you. Now I find out your not getting married..." "I will one of these days, Momma, but not to Matt."

There was another knock on the door. I went to the door and opened it. Upon seeing who was on the other side, I slammed it shut. "Jeffrey Hardy! I'm going to kill you!" "Oh, shit. It must be Matt." Matt opened the door, and popped his head in. "Did we come at a bad time?" "Nah. Perfect timing to witness the murder of your brother! Who's we?" "I have Shannon and Shane with me." "Bring them in. I can tell all of you at once."

Once they were all inside, and seated in the living room, I paced in front of them. "Matt, Jeff, Shan & Shane, let me make this plain and simple. I am not going to marry Matt. I am not getting back together with him. I'd love to be his friend like we were before, but I don't want any of you trying to set us back up, again!" I took a moment to catch my breath. I was so angry, that my adrenaline was pumping. "If you guys haven't noticed, I have a man here with me. He is the one I chose for myself. Not because I felt I owed my father, not because I felt I owed him, and not because everyone wants to see us get married. Can you all stop trying to play big brother, and let me live my life?" "I already told you I was giving up on it," Shannon said. "Jeff said you wanted to talk to all of us, so here we are."

I glared at Jeff. "I guess he wanted me to explain my actions. Well, I have." I looked at all four of them, and sighed. "Look, I love you guys like my brothers. To be honest, I love Matt as more than that, but I'd rather he was with someone that could be happy with him. I wasn't, and I'd only make him miserable if I'm not happy." I turned toward Matt. "Do you understand?" He nodded, then stood. Just as I thought he was going to walk out the door, he stepped to me, and gave me a hug. After about a minute, Mark cleared his throat. Before he stepped away, I whispered, "I'm sorry, Matt." He laid his hand on my cheek, and wiped away a tear that fell. "We both knew it might not work out."

Matt looked up at Mark. "If you ever hurt her..." "It would take all four of you to do anything. Just remember that. And, whether you want to admit it, or not, I'm not the evil man you think I am." Matt stepped away from me, and Mark wrapped me in his arms protectively. I laid my hand on his wrist, and leaned my head on his arm. "Well, boys, since Jeff got us all up at an ungodly hour, I say he has to buy everyone breakfast," Mom said. "Even Mark?" he asked. "You owe him, now." The boys slowly walked to the door. "Does anyone else think Taker and Jade as a couple is weird?" Shane asked. They all raised their hands, as they walked out.

I smiled at Mom. "Thank you." "For what?" "For being here. If you weren't here to keep the boys in line, this could have been one hell of a mess." She looked up at Mark, then back at me. "If you want to thank me, tell me he's what you're looking for in a husband, and we'll call it even." "MOM!" "I'm not getting any younger, girl. I want grandbabies." She followed the boys out to the cars. Mark leaned down and kissed my neck. "We can work on the kids when we get back. Once we get that done, we can plan a wedding," he laughed. "Don't even joke like that. You'll only encourage her." I turned around in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist. "You're a sweetheart for putting up with that." "It was worth it." He leaned down, and kissed me, before leading me out to the car.

Mark and I stuck it out for six months. Then, one day he came into my place, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Hey, baby." "Hey, hun. Why are you all smiles?" He picked me up, and set me on the counter. "Because I have the most wonderful woman in the world. And, tonight, I'm taking her out on the town." He leaned forward and kissed me. "What's this all about?" "Do I need a reason to take you out?" "No, but..." "Ok, then. Go get dressed." "Mark, what is the big rush?" "Trust me, will you?" He kissed me again, before going to get ready. 'What has gotten into that man?' I asked myself.

I did as he said, and got dressed up, and put make-up on. He took me out to a resteraunt with a view of downtown. Once we were seated, I looked out the window a moment, then turned to look at him. He seemed uncomfortable in his suit. "Who are you, and what did you do with my Mark?" "What's wrong?" "You did a complete 180 from the guy I'm used to." Before he could say anything, the waiter came by, and filled our glasses with champaigne. When he left, I asked Mark, "did you have this set up?" "I set it up last week. Why?" "What are we celebrating?" "I'm trying to get you drunk. Drink it." I grabbed my glass, closed my eyes against the horrible taste, and sipped it.

Our meal was silent for the most part. I caught him smiling at me a few times when he thought I wasn't looking. "Alright, what is going on? I've seen you smile more tonight, than the whole time we've been together." "Do I need a reason to smile?" "It's very uncharacteristic of you." He chuckled. "I'm in a good mood for once." I let it rest until our meal was done.

Once the plates were cleared away, the waiter came back over to us. "Are you ready, sir?" "Not yet. We're going to finish our drinks first." "I shall return when you are finished, then." "Thank you." As he walked away, I asked Mark, "ready for what?" "Dessert." "I don't think I could eat anymore." "You don't eat this one." I looked at him for a moment. "What?" "What are you up to?" "Finish your drink, and you'll find out."

We both knocked back our drinks, and waited for the waiter. "Now, sir?" "Yes." Mark got out of his chair, and helped me out of mine. We followed the waiter to a door. When he opened it, I noticed that there were stairs. "Ladies first," Mark said. I went up the stairs, and quickly realized they lead to the top of the building. I looked at the skyline as I walked to the edge. I leaned on the edge, and looked over the side. I stepped back when I saw how high up we were. When I did, I ran into Mark. He wrapped me in his arms. "I'm not going to let you fall." "I'm afraid of heights. I should have known better than to look down." "Just look straight." I closed my eyes, and leaned my head back as the wind whipped around us.

"You know, I brought you up here for a reason." "What is that?" He let go of me, then stood beside me, staring. I turned to look at him. "Mark? Are you ok? You look..." He adjusted his pant legs, and went down on one knee. "...nervous." I covered my mouth with my hands, as it all became clear. "Give me those. I want to see your face." I giggled as I slid my hands in his. "I spoke to your mother today." "What?" "I asked her if she would mind having me for a son-in-law. She said only if you say yes." He let go of my left hand, and pulled a box out of his pocket. "Will you marry me?" "Oh, Mark... Yes!" He took the ring out of the box, and slid it on my finger. Without looking at the ring, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I looked down into his eyes. I can't explain what I felt for him in that moment. It was so much more than love. I leaned down, and kissed him. "Let's continue this celebration at your house." "Alright." "I brought some toys for you." I laid my hands on his neck. "What kind of toys?" "The kind lovers play with." "Mmm... Then, let's go play."

by Kidney Thieves

We set the wedding date for mid-July --four months from the day he asked me. My mom was extatic, and after a few arguements, the guys were happy about it, as well. But, once that commitment was in place between Mark and myself, he decided to show me a much darker side to his love making. A side that would scare most women, but as he found out, I am no ordinary woman. Most of the S&M was unbelievable. We shared the pleasure and pain equally. But, when he took me to his home, to show me his "dungeon", I wondered what kind of mess I had gotten myself into.

"Mideivel torture devices?" "Depending on how you use them, yes." "How many women have you brought in here?" "Only a few. It's hard to find a woman that will trust me in here." "I can see why. I have to admit, I'm a little worried about this." He came up behind me, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "We can ease into this kind of stuff." I stared at the stretching table. "The table... There's no way you can fit on it." He sucked in a sharp breath. "I don't share these toys, J."

We spent some time in the "dungeon" that night. He showed me how some of the devices worked, and explained how they could be used for pleasure. The one we used that night was very basic, considering. It was a steel apparatus with cuffs hanging from it. It was meant to keep the "slave" chained into position with their arms and legs spread, and standing upright. Everything seemed to be fine as he whipped, and teased me, and I begged him for his seed.

The next morning, when I awoke, I was in his bed. He was looking down at me, as I opened my eyes. "Hey, handsome," I sighed. "G'mornin', beautiful. It's time to wake up, or you'll miss your flight." "Ok." "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" "Yes. You'd be bored if you did. Mom and I are just going to pack some stuff, and pick out my dress." He nuzzled my neck. "Are you wearing white?" I laughed. "You'll find out on our wedding day." He groaned as he laid back.

As I sat up, my back seemed to peel off of the sheets. As I sat on the edge, trying to gather the strength to stand, he leaned over, and licked my back. "Mark, knock it off. That's just weird." "Why? I've licked every other part of your body." "Yeah, but I'm sweaty." He just chuckled as he laid back. I took a shower, while he got dressed. Then, he took me to the airport.

Once the plane landed in NC, and we all exited, I saw Matt waiting for me at the gate. "Hey! What are you doing here?" "Jeff and I came in with your mom. I volunteered to pick you up." "Well, let's get my bag." As I walked past him toward the luggage carousel, he said, "hey, J, are you ok?" "Yeah. Why?" "The back of your shirt is covered with red streaks. It looks like fresh blood." I muttered a curse word. "What's going on, J?" "I guess Mark and I were playing a little too rough last night." "He did this to you?" "Matt, before you jump to conclusions, I let him do this to me." "Why?" "There's a fine line between pain and pleasure."

He grabbed my bag as it came around the carousel, and carried it out to the car. Once we were in our seats, and he had the key in the ignition, he just sat there, puzzled. "I... I can't let you do it." "Do what?" "Marry Taker." I laughed. "I don't think you have much of a choice." "I can't let you marry a man that is going to hurt you." "Jesus, Matt! Mark and I enjoy it." "But, what if it goes too far? He could wind up killing you." "Well, if you would have been open minded enough to try it, I wouldn't be engaged to him right now!"

I could see the hurt in his eyes as soon as it was out of my lips. I didn't mean to hurt him, but when I get angry, I can't control my mouth. I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. "I'm sorry, Matt. I shouldn't have said that." "But you did, and you're right." I laid my hand on his, as I looked at him. "I don't want to fight with you anymore." He turned and smiled at me. "I just worry about you." "I know, and I appreciate it. But, I'm still going to marry Mark." His smile slowly faded. He took off his V1 shirt, and handed it to me. "You need to change your shirt before Mom sees you like that." "Thanks, Matt."

I stripped out of the bloody shirt. "Jesus, J! What the fuck has he been doing to you? You have bruises from him biting you on your shoulder, your breasts, your stomach..." "You'd flip if you saw my ass." "Jade..." "Look, he didn't do anything to me that I didn't ask or allow him to. It's gothic sex. We do a lot of things that most people would find sick. And, trust me, he isn't in much better shape." "You do this to him?" "Well... he has the bite marks." He started the car as I put his shirt on. "Maybe I'm safer now that we aren't together." I laughed. "If you say so, Missionary Matt." "I hate that name."

The ride to the house was pretty quiet. Once there, Jeff met us at the door. "Hey, J. Um... What are you doing in Matt's shirt?" "Long story." I looked around, but didn't see Mom. "Mom? Where are you?" I yelled out. "I'm in your room. I'm about to start on your closet." "Oh, shit!" I ran up the stairs, but it was too late. She sat in front of the open closet door. "What in the hell..." When she noticed me, she pulled out the box filled with Mark and I's toys. "What are you doing with all of this?" I gave her an innocent grin. "With what?" "Handcuffs, whips, paddles, motion lotion, skimpy leather... A "love-knife"!?" "Oh... It was here when I moved in." "Why didn't you throw it away?" "I don't know. I'll take care of it now, Mom." I took the box from her, and carried it down stairs. I grabbed my keys out of my purse, took the box out to the car, and put it in the trunk.

by Rednex

That night, Mom, Matt and Jeff stayed at my house. Mom was up in bed, and the guys were watching a movie in the living room , as they tried to fall asleep. I went in the kitchen, sat on the island, and called Mark. "Hey, beautiful." "Hey, handsome. Were you in bed?" "Not yet. Why aren't you in bed?" "I was kicked out of bed tonight. My Mom and the Hardys are over here." The line went silent. "Mark?" "I'm here, babe. If you were kicked out of bed, where are you going to sleep?" "The recliner. The boys are on the couches." I smiled as I realized he was jealous that Matt was there.

"I wish you were here, hun." "You didn't want me there, remember?" "I said you would be bored here. I never said I didn't want you here. Besides, it's probably a good thing you weren't here today. Mom found our box right after I got here." I could tell he was trying to keep from laughing. "What did you tell her?" "That it was here when I moved in." "Where is it now?" "I have it in the trunk. Uh... Hun, we need to talk about our little fetish." "What about it?" "You think we can keep it to a minimum until after the wedding?" "Why? What's wrong?" "My shirt had blood all over the back when I got off the plane. When I changed my shirt, Matt saw the bite marks." "What did he say about it?" "He thinks we're insane. He's worried about me marrying you if we're going to carry on like this. He's... He's really worried that you might accidently kill me." "Baby, there is no safer way, than with the one that loves you." "I know. Besides, the dress I have in mind, all of the marks would show." He chuckled. "Alright, babe."

"What did you do after I left?" "I've been trying to get the house ready for you to move in, and ready for the wedding." I laid back on the counter. "I know it's only been a few hours, but I miss you, hun." I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "oh, yeah? What do you miss about me?" I smiled as I answered. "Your arms. Your lips. Your eyes. Your cock..." As I said the last, Matt walked in the kitchen. Mark groaned through the phone. "Keep going." "I would, but I'm not alone. Tell you what... Mom and I are going to look for a dress tomorrow. Why don't you come here once you come off the road? By then, Mom would be back home, and so would the guys." "Alright. Until then, my bride, I love you." "I love you too, Mark." "Sweet dreams." "Goodnight."

I sat up as I hung up the cordless phone. "You would have had phone sex with him if I hadn't come in, wouldn't you?" I blushed and smiled. "Maybe." "I should have stayed on the couch then. Jeff and I were enjoying the conversation." I laughed. "I can't help it, Matt. Things between Mark and I are so white hot... I can't explain it, but he is like no other man I have ever met." Matt wrapped his arms around my waist, and I laid my head on his shoulder. "I understand, J." He just held me for a moment, the warm familiarity of his arms comforting me. "Come on. Come watch the movie with us." "Alright."

I followed Matt into the living room. I bent over to pick up my blanket that fell on the floor. As I did, my shirt lifted in back, and Jeff saw the marks. "J, show me your back." "No." "Dammit, J. Either you show me, or I'll rip that shirt off of you." "Jeff, leave her alone." "No. Is Taker doing that to you?" "That's between me and him. Now, let it rest." "Not until I see." I growled as I lifted the back of my shirt up to my neck. "Fuck! Have you read your back?" "Read it?" Matt and I both echoed. "It says 'love is pain' in bruises and scratches."

I ran into the bathroom, and took off my shirt. I grabbed the hand held mirror, and turned my back to the wall mirror. As I stared at it, Matt came in. "How in the hell..." "Jade, whether you want to admit it or not, he is abusing you." "And neither one of us is going to let you marry him, if he's going to treat you like that," Jeff said from the doorway. "I allowed him to do this to me. Not the words, but the bruises and scratches." "Why?" "Oh, come on... We've talked about S&M before..." "I've never done anything like this to a girl." "Well, we were just talking about taking it down a notch." "Until after the wedding. What will he do to you then?" Jeff asked.

Jeff shook his head as he went back to the living room. "Turn around, J. You need some doctoring." While he pulled the peroxide and gauze pads out of the box, I turned around, and stared at myself in the mirror. Bite marks peeked out of my bra, and a few scratches could be seen on my chest. I snapped back to the moment when Matt unfastened my bra. "Hey..." "I need it out of the way. If you're uncomfortable with me doing it, I can have Jeff come do it." I put my head down. "No. That's ok." "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen them already." "Matt..." "I was joking. Hold still. This is going to sting."

It took him probably thirty minutes to clean the wounds and put cream on them. Once he finished, he refastened my bra. When I stood up straight, he stared at me in the mirror. His face showed no emotion. Those chocolate brown eyes bore into my soul. "You were safer with me," he said before walking out.

When I woke in the morning, it was because Matt was shaking me. "Jade, wake up. I'm taking Mom home." "Why? What happened?" "My dad said someone broke into her house last night. She has to make sure everything is there. I go back on the road tomorrow, so I need to go back anyways." "Ok, Matt." "Jeff's going to stay with you." "Ok. Let me up." He moved, and I sat up to stretch. I got up, and hugged Mom. "Make sure Mr. Hardy goes through the house with you, in case someone decided to spend the night." "He's at the house waiting for me to get there." "Be carefull, Momma." "I will. Bye." "Bye."

She walked out the door to get in the car. Matt laid his hands on my shoulders. "If anything happens, you know how to reach me." "I know." "When is Taker going to be back here?" "Not until he comes off the road Wednesday." "I'll be back here Tuesday." "Matt..." I wrapped my arms around his waist, and hugged him. "You can't keep protecting me from him." "I will for as long as I can." I stood on my toes, and kissed his cheek. "You're a sweetheart. Be carefull. Call me when you two get to Mom's." "I will." Almost reluctantly, we let go of each other. He walked out the door, and I locked it behind him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you still love my brother," Jeff said. I smiled as I turned toward him. "I have to confess, I do." "And?" "And what, Jeff? I'm about to marry Mark. I can't keep going back and forth between the two of them." "So, choose Matt, and stay with him. You were meant to be a Hardy." "Why don't I marry you then? I'd still be a Hardy," I said sarcastically. "If that's what it takes to get you away from Taker, I will marry you."

I was speechless for a moment. He came up to me, and wrapped me in his arms. "I don't like what he does to you, J. And, whether you like it or not, Matt and I are going to protect you from guys like him until we die." "I know, Jeff." "We're not kids anymore. We don't want you to get hurt. You're a beautiful woman. You deserve better." He tilted my chin up, and tenderly kissed my cheek.

I slowly pulled away from him, as I looked into his hazel eyes. "I'm gonna go crawl in bed. It's too early to be up." "Do you mind if I bunk with you? The couch is killing my back." "Might as well. I'm probably dreaming anyways. Just leave your sweats on." He laughed as he followed me up the stairs.

The sun was high in the sky when we awoke. It took me a moment to realize Jeff was "spooned" against my body, with his arms around me. I didn't think anything about it, until I opened my eyes, and saw Mark sitting in the chair across the room. I smiled at him. "Hey handsome." "What's going on here, Jade?" "Oh, come on, Taker. We're just friends," Jeff said. "It sure as hell doesn't look like it from here." He glared at me. "You got tired of Matt, and came back to me. What happened? Did you get tired of me, and go on to Jeff?" "Nothing happened between us, Mark. Jesus, he's like a brother to me." "Yeah, that's what you said about Matt, and you almost married him."

Jeff and I sat up, and looked at Mark. "Look, if you can't understand the relationship I have with the Hardys, maybe we should just call off the wedding." "Maybe we should call off our entire relationship," he added. I got out of bed, and slipped the engagement ring off of my finger. I walked over to him, and laid it in his palm. "I'm not going to throw away the twenty-two years that I've known Matt and Jeff for a man that can only get his rocks off by beating me." He handed me his key to the front door. "I hope between the two of them, they can satisfy you, you nympho." He stood, and pushed me out of the way. I landed on the bed beside Jeff. He jumped to go after Mark. "Jeff, let him go." Mark gave him a sideways grin. "Yeah, boy." I looked up at him. "I think you should leave. Now!"

While he went down the stairs, I stood at the top, watching until he was out the door. I went down the stairs, and locked the door. I went back up, and laid back down. My eyes stung from unshed tears. When the first spilled from the corner of my eye, Jeff wiped it away. "I told you, you were meant to be a Hardy." I laughed through my tears. "How do you figure?" "The only ones that would understand your relationship with me and Matt are me and Matt." He opened his arms to me. "Come on. You can cry on my shoulder." I scooted closer, and laid my head on his chest. While his right arm squeezed me against his body, his left hand brushed my hair out of my face.

As my sobbing slowed to a stop, I asked him, "what should I do now? Crawl back to Matt on hands and knees?" "Or give someone else a try." "But, you were right. No one is going to understand our relationship, except you and Matt." He softly kissed the corner of my eye. In my emotional state, I was slow to realize his point. "Jeff, are you..." He leaned his head down, and softly, slowly kissed me. I closed my eyes as I responded to his lips. When he ended the kiss, I stared into his eyes. "What about Matt?" In a husky voice he replied, "Matt had his chance, and screwed it up." "But..." "He doesn't have to know anything, unless we know it will work out."

I rolled onto my back, to put a little distance between us. "Jeff, if this is a joke, it's not funny." He slid his hand under my shirt. My body shuddered from the warmth of his hand on my skin. His hand slid up, and pinched my nipple. "Does this feel like a joke," he asked while rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger. I bit my lip, and tried to keep from moaning. With his other hand, he pushed my shirt up to my neck.

Just then, the phone rang. "Don't answer it," he whispered. "I have to. It's probably Matt. He'll drive back here if I don't." Jeff leaned over me, grabbed the cordless phone from the nightstand, and handed it to me. I pushed the button, and said hello. "Hey, J. We made it." "Hey, Matt. How bad is it?" As I listened to Matt, Jeff ran his hands over my stomach, and fondled my breasts. "We haven't walked through the house yet, but it doesn't look too bad."

Jeff replaced his hands with his mouth. I couldn't keep my moan from escaping. "Are you ok, J?" "Yeah. I'm just stretching. I haven't got out of bed yet." "Is Jeff up and around?" "I don't think so. He would have got the phone if he was, so he must be asleep." He looked up at me and winked as he smiled. I put my finger to my lips. "Hey, Matt, I need to get up and around here. Have Mom call me when she's done going through the house." "Ok. Have Jeff call my cell later on." "Alright. Bye." I hung up before he got the chance to say bye.

As one hand set the phone on the nightstand, the other tunneled through Jeff's hair. "Jeff, if this is a joke you have to stop now." With my nipple clamped between his teeth, he said, "I'm not joking, Jade." He released my nipple, then moved up to claim my lips. His tongue was soft and warm as it danced with mine. He left my lips, and traveled down my neck. "Jeff?" "Hmm?" "This is wrong on so many levels..." He stopped, and looked down at me. "Do you want me to stop?" "Hell no." My arms went around him, as I leaned forward to kiss him. I lightly scraped my nails down his back, until I reached the waistband of his sweatpants.

He ended the kiss, and stared into my eyes. "Touch me." I slid my hand between us, then into his sweats. I wrapped my hand around his long shaft. His skin felt like velvet, but the flesh beneath was as hard as steel. He moaned as I slowly stroked his length. I leaned up and kissed his neck. He pulled away from me, and sat on his heels. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and pulled it off. He slid his hands under the waistband of my sweats, and under my bottom. "This is your last chance to stop," Jeff said. "I was about to say that to you." "I'm not stopping." "I'm not going to stop you."

He pulled them off as fast as he could, almost ripping them in the process. He sat at the foot of the bed, and took his sweats off. He tossed them to the floor, and crawled up my body, but stopped at my waist. He leaned down, and took a quick taste of my juices, before crawling up the rest. He laid his hand on my cheek, and let his thumb slide over my lips. I took it into my mouth, and gently sucked on it. Once it slid back out, I pleaded with him. "Jeff, stop teasing me."

He aligned himself for entry, and slowly slid inside. I arched my back to take all of him in. He claimed my lips in a hungry kiss as his hips moved in a slow deep thrust. His light chest hairs, scratched my skin, fueling my desire for release. As I felt the first wave crash over me, I dug my fingers into his skin. I moaned his name, and he quickened the pace. As my orgasm ended, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I held myslef up with my hands under his arms, leaving my breasts jutting out in front of him. He went back and forth between my nipples as his hands guided my hips in a satisfying pace. Before long, I felt another orgasm coming on. "Oh, Jeff... I'm going to cum again..." "I'm cumming with you this time," he panted.

As we reached our peaks, and slowed to a stop, I laid down on his chest. As I panted for air, I told him, "that was the hottest sex I've ever had." He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my forehead. "That's how it should be." He chuckled. "What?" "Did you ever think we would wind up together?" "No. You?" "Maybe a couple times."

I placed a kiss in the middle of his chest. "I need a shower." "Mind if I join you?" I smiled at him. "Please do." When I sat up, and looked out the window, I saw a video camera lens. "Oh, shit..." "What?" "We're being taped." "What!?" He sat up, and looked out the window. I took a closer look at the hand holding the camera. I stood on the bed, and opened the window. "Goddam you, Mark!!!" "Matt's going to lo