She was released so fast, she had to grab Greg around the neck to keep from falling on her face. She whirled around to see the hapless German on the floor of the area outside the ring, struggling to rise. The figure looming over him as he managed to stagger to his feet was not in a good mood. A fist to the stomach made the man grunt and double over and then he was on the floor again when David hit him in the chest with his massive shoulder and the man went flying backward, stunned.
He held up both hands in surrender as David stepped toward him again. “Hey, man! It was just a joke! I’m sorry.”
“You’d damn well better be.” David’s voice was a rasp of fury. He returned to Sam and his hand came up to gently touch her cheek. “He hurt you?”
She swallowed hard. Unable to speak, she shook her head. He growled and glanced at the guys. “Get her out of here, will you? The show’s over for her.”
The guys didn’t question him. They were too shocked to protest having to leave the show. They escorted her out of the arena to the shouts and cheers of the crowd. Once outside they made their way to the backstage area, where security was waiting for them. They remained there, every now and then asking Sam if she was okay. She nodded each time but inside, she was a trembling wad of nerves. The way she had been treated by the big German wrestler had been bad enough but when she had seen the violent reaction from David, it had been even more frightening than the German’s assault.
He had been ready and willing to completely destroy the man, over nothing more than a rather insulting stolen kiss. She drew a deep breath and smiled up at the security man who had brought her a hot cup of coffee.
“Thanks.” Her grateful smile was only momentary.
And then the event was over and the performers were coming out of their dressing rooms, most of them grinning and waving at the boys. The young diva who had tossed her tank top to Joe stopped by and flirted a little more before she left with the taller blonde she had defeated earlier in the evening. Wolfman came over to say goodbye to the guys and he nodded briefly to Sam, as if he didn’t want to end up with Chance Braza taking his head off. She smiled and told him it was nice to have met him.
He glanced at her and grinned. “I hear you’ll be touring with us. So it ain’t exactly goodbye, is it?”
It was the first time the guys had heard about her continuing on with David and they all teased her. “So, you ain’t got a ‘thing’ with Chance Braza, huh?” Joe grinned at her and pretended to punch her arm gently.
She smiled nervously and shook her head. “I think it’s great publicity for the books to be seen with him and vice versa.”
“Sure. I believe that,” Greg laughed.
Mouse grinned at her and added a jibe. “For a guy who ain’t nuts about you, he sure didn’t handle the bit with Van Burghe and you kissing real well.”
She flushed warmly and said, “I wasn’t kissing him. He grabbed me. He was the one doing the kissing. And it wasn’t all that great, either, so don’t bother to ask.”
And then David was there, looking rather grim and uncommunicative. No one talked to him as he caught hold of her elbow and herded her out to the limo. They all sort of avoided his dark glare. Even Joe and the guys didn’t attempt to talk while in his presence. She remained calm as the driver dropped the guys off at their motel, but after they arrived at the Embassy Suites, Sam couldn’t stand the silent treatment any longer and she hung back. David stopped and glanced at her questioningly.
“If you are going to be like a bear with a sore paw, I think I’ll stay down here and get myself a drink.”
He seemed to grow inches taller as he drew in a deep breath and then he turned toward the lounge. “I’ll have a drink too.”
“You can’t have a drink. You’re supposed to be a healthy person. No drugs, No alcohol.”
“Beer doesn’t count as alcohol as far as I’m concerned. And don’t try to mother me, Sam. I’m still pissed off about Van Burghe and I don’t want to take it out on you.” His snarled words startled her.
“Well, you’ve been doing that since coming out of your damn dressing room. Why stop now?” Her green eyes challenged him.
He looked dangerous for just a moment and then his face relaxed and he shook his head. “You’re right. I’m being a jerk. Sorry. But when he kissed you, I wanted to take his fucking head off and stick it on a flagpole.”
She stared at him in shock for a moment, before breathing shakily, “David, aside from the appalling language, that is the sweetest thing any man has said to me in my whole life.” He blinked and his astonished look made her smile. “Thank you for being protective of me. I don’t recall anyone ever trying to protect me before.”
He stared down into her flushed face and she watched his anger dissolve. “You think I was trying to protect you? I thought I was being possessive and overly jealous.”
“Same thing.”
“Not quite.”
“I’m flattered that you were jealous. It’s not often a woman has such a magnificent champion.
You think so?”
“I definitely think so.”
“You flirting with me?”
“I’m not exactly sure. I’ve never flirted before. I’m no expert.”
“You ever been carried off by a magnificent champion and been made love to in a public restroom?”
Sam realized he was pulling her toward the men’s room. “That’s not exactly my choice of a romantic trysting place.”
“Romance is where you find it. And I could make love to you standing right here but I think you’d prefer a little privacy.” He drew her hand to his mouth and she shivered as his lips caressed her fingertips slowly.
“That looks good.” Her voice was shaky.
The restroom had four large enclosed toilets and a row of latrines along the wall. David backed her slowly up against the wall in one of the stalls, locking the door. He wasted precious little time or effort on clothing, simply unzipping, grinning down into her face as he dragged a condom out and let her do the honors. Sam blushed as she shakily opened the flimsy packet and barely managed to smooth it over his velvety-hard cock before he dragged her jeans off her, leaving her blouse alone.
“David!” she moaned, as he lifted her right leg up to curve around his hip, fitting his cock into her wet center without waiting for an invitation. And he didn’t need one. She was so ready. She drove her tongue eagerly between his lips and clutched his ass with both hands, urging him to fill her with every straining thrust of his hips against hers. Dear God! Was she really having mind-blowing sex in the men’s bathroom? Her thoughts shattered and it didn’t matter where the hell she was, as her body splintered and rational thought was completely wiped out.
Afterward, she clung to him as he stood trembling in the stall, holding her tightly to his straining body as he regained his breath. Her tumultuous orgasm still thrummed through her shivering body and the feel of his still-solid cock buried deep in her body was a heady, completely erotic sensation.
“Has anyone ever told you how amazingly sexy you are?” His voice was a growl of breathless sensuality against her ear.
“No.”
“Well, I’m telling you now. And if you play your cards right, you might get a rematch.”
“Is that a promise?” Her voice was husky with desire.
“It is. Are you interested in another go?”
“Do you have to ask?” she purred wickedly.
She gasped as he moved to pleasure her again. He lifted her slowly and drew her down over his shaft, pulling her body tight against his as he inhaled sharply and caught her mouth hungrily, driving his tongue between her lips to move against hers, stroking with each slow, heady stroke of his cock. She moaned and gasped against his mouth, “Oh David, you are so marvelous.”
“It’s nice to know I’m appreciated.” His voice was a muffled rasp of desire as he began to regain his momentum.