The Contender (Wrestling Diaries #1) (3 page)

  Him: Where are you?

  Me: I’m coming down the escalator.

  Him: How many bags do you have?

  Me: Just my carry on. We can leave if you’re ready.

  He looked up and winked at me. God. He looked so good in his dress pants and button-down shirt. We match, both wearing grey. It was kind of cute.

  When I reached the bottom of the escalators, Mesquite stood and pushed past the group of people.

  Pulling me into his arms, he said, “There’s my girl.”

  I caught the surprised looks on some of the female’s faces and had to hide my smile against his shoulder. I had come to learn that Mesquite had a reputation for being an asshole toward aggressive or pushy fans and I recognized a few of said fans in the crowd. So these people probably didn’t understand why he was being nice to me and not them.

  He took the handle of my carry on and began pulling it alongside his own designer luggage. He’d been on a kick about getting me luggage to match his own, but I had been firm in my refusal. I didn’t want gifts from him. Gifts made what we had feel like a business transaction and I wasn’t a whore.

  Outside, he slowed his pace and said, “Sorry about that. Damn ebay-ers piss me off. One asshole had six things for me to sign and when I refused he had the nerve to call me out.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “At least my day is better now that you’re here.”

  He leaned down and caught my lips with his own. His kiss sent the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl. Oh, how I had missed him. Our kiss ended too soon when someone cleared their throat behind us. Denver, another wrestler, stood with his arms crossed across his chest.

  He smirked. “If you two are finished I’d like to get to the arena before we’re fined. Again.”

  “Denver has been tagging along with me since his visa hasn’t been approved yet. I hope that’s okay with you?”

  Ah, so Denver’s British accent was real then. I had wondered after hearing him speak on TV.

  I nodded. “It’s fine with me.”

  As Mesquite put our bags in the trunk, I asked, “What did Denver mean about getting fined again?”

  Mesquite laughed. “We were late to a couple of the shows last week and got a fine. No big deal.”

  Denver called out, “It
was
a big deal. I’m not a main eventer like lover boy. Five grand is a lot for me to swallow.”

  “Five grand!”

  Holy shit! I was on Denver’s side with this one.

  Mesquite’s cheeks darkened in a blush. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. Besides, I paid for Denver’s fine, too, since it was my fault.”

  “Yeah because you drive like an old man.”

  Well, that was the honest to god truth. I voiced my thought, which caused Denver to laugh until tears streamed down his face. I could already tell that this was going to be a memorable trip.

July 1

Traveling with Denver proved to be awesome. He had an amazing sense of humor and made the long drive fly by in a blur. At the hotel, he went to his room leaving Mesquite and I to enjoy our own privacy. I noticed that three girls followed Denver, though. Oh well. To each their own.

  Mesquite was still sore from his last match so we ended up cuddling in bed. I was so horny, though.

  Running my hands down his muscular chest I watched as goosebumps popped up on his tan skin. Exploring lower I found him responding to my touch. His gaze met mine and I could see fire building in the depths.

  I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. The tip glistened and I licked it slowly, loving the burst of salty flavor. He said something under his breath and encouraged me to go on. I took more of him into my mouth and moved my head back and forth.

  His eyes closed and I increased my pace. His hips lifted instinctively and I took him further in. He had to be touching the back of my throat now, but I didn’t stop. His hand wrapped around my hair and he guided the pace. I let him. I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to because I was under his spell.

  He cried out right before he came. My throat worked around him, swallowing until there was nothing left. When his body stopped shaking, I sat up and smiled.

  His eyes were bright with arousal. “That was… damn. Thank you.”

  “No, thank you, Mesquite.”

  I snuggled up to him and closed my eyes feeling truly happy.

July 2

  Mesquite returned the favor to me before we left the hotel. There’s nothing quite like being woken up because you’re being eaten out. I swear to god, I climaxed four times. He was still too sore from his wrestling injuries to have sex, but he assured me it would be worth the wait. I already knew when we did have sex that it was going to be earth shattering.

  We met up with Denver in the lobby.

  “I don’t even want to know what took you two so long.”

  I laughed and didn’t answer. Hey, a girl had to have her secrets.

July 3

  Mesquite and I had the same flight part of the way home. He had my ticket upgraded so I could sit next to him. The flight attendant commented on what a lovely couple we were and Mesquite thanked her.

  As the plane took off, he said, “See, if you lived in Florida we could do this all the time.”

  “If I lived in Florida would you really want me to come on the road, too?”

  “Well, yeah.” He responded as if his answer was obvious.

  “Wouldn’t you get tired of seeing me all the time?”

  “Jamie, that’s never going to happen.”

  I didn’t reply, but rested my head on his shoulder. He gave a girl a lot to think about.

July 19

  Denver stood holding a sign that read: Mesquite’s Woman. I walked up to him and hugged him before asking what his sign meant.

  “Now that I know your diary secret, I’m going to start calling him by his code name.”

  Denver had been tickled to discover that I still wrote in an old fashioned diary, lock and all.

  “You realize you have a code name, too, right?”

  At first both Denver and Mesquite had been worried what would happen if I lost my diary. I assured them I had taken that into consideration, thus the code names.

  He nodded. “Mine is way better. Denver. Sounds rugged. His sounds like a sauce.”

  I playfully swatted him. “I told you, the code names are the cities I met you in.”

We were almost out the door when a fan stopped us, asking Denver for a picture. I took it for them on the fan’s phone and then waited as Denver signed a magazine cover.

  When the fan was gone I asked, “Does that ever get old?”

  “Nah. It’s pretty cool, really. I used to go to wrestling shows across the pond and do the same thing. I used to appreciate the ones who would take the time to talk to me.”

  “So you’re paying it forward then?”

  “Something like that. Don’t get me wrong; I have my moments when it annoys the hell out of me. Like if I’m taking a piss. It’s hard to be nice when my wanker is in one hand and they’re trying to shake the other.”

  I laughed at the visual he painted.

  We reached the rental car and I asked, “Where’s Mesquite?”

  “He had some promo stuff to do. I dropped him off and he left me the keys to the car.”

  I eyed Denver.

  “Did you get your visa yet?”

  “No, why?”

  I held out my hand. “Hand ‘em over. I’ll be driving.”

  He groaned, but put the keys in my hand. “Mesquite said you’d probably want to drive.”

  I shook my head and started the car. We got to the arena fairly quickly and I parked near the door. Since Mesquite would be the last match of the night I didn’t have to worry about being blocked in. Hopefully.

  Denver got his bag from the trunk and we walked inside. The arena was older and I was pretty sure the scent I kept getting a whiff of was mothballs. Yuck.

  “There’s someone I want you to meet. I think you’ll like her.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, she’s an old friend of mine. Currently she’s dating one of the guys, but I don’t hold it against her.”

  We followed the signs for the talent, which were taped to the wall. Normally, I wouldn’t be allowed backstage, but Mesquite said it didn’t matter since we were at a house show and none of the bigwigs were around.

  We finally found the common area for the talent and Denver led me toward the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life. Even from a distance I could tell she was a bundle of energy and I knew I was going to like her right away.

  She jumped up from her seat and threw herself into Denver’s arms. Hmmm. Had they always been friends or had they been more?

  He said, “LaTonya I’d like you to meet Jamie.”

  She grinned at me. “You’re Mesquite’s friend, aren’t you. I’ve seen you around. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

  Her caramel skin and bright green eyes were hypnotic. Was she the model I’d seen on TV?

  “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

  Denver bowed. “Now that I’ve done my duty, I must take my leave and go find a tanning salon.”

  LaTonya waved her hand as if shooing off a fly. “Go on, dork. I’ll take care of Jamie.”

  When he was gone she said to me, “I think we’re going to be great friends.”

July 22

  LaTonya was right. We were going to be great friends. We had so much in common and spent most of the weekend getting to know each other. She was dating Richmond, who was one of the top guys in the company. In fact, Richmond and Mesquite were set to feud each other after the next PPV, which would put one of them in running for the title - the number one contender.

  LaTonya and I ended up hanging out on Richmond’s tour bus during the shows. It was a nice change from having beer spilled on my clothes by excited fans that didn’t put their cups down before jumping around.

  When I stated that LaTonya said, “Or being thrown up on. Believe me - that was the worst!”

  After the show, Mesquite and Richmond met us on the bus and we traveled to the next city. Not having to watch the road in the middle of the night was a relief. Denver seemed happy to have a car to himself though I was pretty sure he’d have some sort of female company with him.

  Richmond proudly showed off all the amenities on his bus. It was really like a traveling hotel room. He even left his clothes on the bus on his off days and someone made sure they were laundered.

  Mesquite sat back on the leather couch and said, “Damn, I really need to invest in one of these.”

  “It’s worth it, man.”

  Mesquite had a far off look in his eyes. If I knew this man as well as I thought I did then I’d bet he would have a bus of his own very soon.

  Richmond stood and said, “You haven’t even seen the best part.”

  LaTonya rolled her eyes. “If you’re showing him the gaming system then we’re staying here.”

  “Dude!”

  I laughed and watched two grown men go excitedly to play video games.

  LaTonya sighed. “He plays that thing hours at a time. Sometimes I fall asleep out here just so I don’t have to listen to it.”

  “I understand that.”

  Mesquite played a game on his phone and would get lost in it if I let him. He even admitted to spending money on buying extras in the game, which I pointed out was a rip off.

  LaTonya eyed me for a moment and said, “You’re good for Mesquite. His last girlfriend was a bore among other things. I’m glad he got tired of her.”

  “He’s good for me. And I’m not sure if I’m his girlfriend.”

  It had only been two months. I wasn’t sure what we were.

  “Let’s see how accurate the locker room gossip is. You two met at a signing, right?”

  I nodded. “Yes. Random, right?”

  “Not so random. I met Denver at a signing. Of course I’d been writing the newsletter for his website for about a year before that, but still.”

  Since she’d brought up Denver I asked, “Did you ever date him?”

  “Yeah, until we realized we were better off as friends. He is the one who introduced me to Richmond.”

  I had gotten the impression that Denver wasn’t happy she was dating someone, but didn’t mention it.

  She must have guessed my train of thought because she said, “It’s still weird to see each other dating other people, but we’re getting there.”

We changed subjects and she told me her modeling days. So it had been her on TV. She also mentioned everything I needed to know about some of the other girlfriends - who was nice and who was nothing but drama.

  “And I’m sure you know all about the rats.”

  I nodded. “Yeah. I’ve seen them around.”

  “They’ll stay out of your business for the most part, unless they think they can get your man. Then they’ll stop at nothing.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Can you believe they had the nerve to call me a rat after Denver and I broke up?”