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In the limo, Isis and Gage couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Kissing and caressing each other.
“Why are we back at the stadium? It’s late. I’m sure it’s too late to get our bags now.”
“Shh, woman. Hush. Come on. We have the whole place to ourselves. Everyone’s gone.”
Isis intuitively knew what he was up to. “You cleared the place out?”
He put her finger over her lips. “Shh!”
Gage pulled her from the limo, and they walked into the now vacant stadium. The only person was a man taking out the trash. Gage went over handing something to the man and patted him on the back. The guy smiled and shook Gage’s hand and pointed toward the stage.
Gage walked back over to her with his sexy, sly look on his face. One she had seen many times. The look of desire drove her wild.
The wrestling ring was barely lit, except for a few lights shining in from the entryways. He grabbed Isis and walked behind her with his arms around her waist, kissing her shoulders as they went. Gage pulled himself up and got in, then helped Isis enter the ring.
“Know why we’re here?” he asked as he pinned her against a ring belt.
“I’m getting a good idea. Fantasies, huh? Are you going to take me right here? Right now?” She ran her hands down his chest, pulling at the buttons on his shirt.
Gage was already removing his shirt and undoing his pants. He pulled her up in his arms and placed her sitting on the top ring belt. He said nothing, just watching her become more turned on by every second that passed.
He pushed her skirt over her hips, revealing she was not wearing anything underneath. He looked up at her, and she gave him a sly, seductive smile. Isis ran her hands through his dark blonde locks and moved his head to where she wanted him to go. Gage instantly went between her legs, licking and fondling her as she moaned uncontrollably.
“We don’t have much time, baby.”
Gage reached down, unfastening his pants, exposing himself to her, stroking while she watched. Knowing how much it turned her on, he teased her with his tip. He quickly grabbed Isis’s hips and pulled her body down to his. Thrusting quickly, he slid deep into her. Her head flung back, and she grabbed her breast, trying to control her passion.
“Harder... Gage, harder!”
He watched as she quickly lost control. He thrust hard and fast as a lustful moan escaped her, echoing across the empty arena.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her face in his neck and pleaded, “Don’t stop… Yes… Please. Gage… I…”
The louder the moans, the more they echoed across the vacant arena. He kissed her quickly to stifle her screams of pleasure.
“Shh, baby. People will hear. I could get into major trouble for this. Damn, it’s so worth it. You feel so good.”
Gage sped up his movements. He felt her body shudder and quickly he felt himself go rigid with his release, almost collapsing from holding up the weight from both their bodies. Gage leaned them into the ring post for support as they came down from their high, panting.
He struggled to catch his breath as he whispered to her. “That… was amazing. I don’t think I have ever come so hard.”
Isis struggled to gain her composure. “What are you doing to me? I can’t control myself with you. It’s never been this way with anyone… How did you set this up with no one knowing?”
Gage sat her gingerly back down to the mat as Isis straightened her dress.
“I paid off the janitor.”
“You’re so bad. Could we get in trouble?”
“Yep. Not like I am going to go to Davis and ask. Can you picture it? Hey, DP, my woman wants me to fuck her in the ring. I need to use it for a few minutes so I can bang her good.” He laughed.
“You’re such a pig.”
“Hey, you’re the dirty girl that came up with this idea. I just did my job as your man to make it happen. We have to get out of here before we get busted,” Gage said as they jumped from the ring.
As they reached the top of the ramp, they heard voices as they exited behind the curtain and Gage stopped her. He knew he was in trouble.
“Shh. Damn it. It’s Sam and Davis.”
He looked over at the janitor and motioned for him to get rid of them. The man went over to distract them while Gage moved her toward the exit.
“Go, go, go!”
They rush down the hall, with Isis carrying her high heels in hand. As they made their way to the clearance of the parking garage, they both burst out laughing. Gage had his hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath.
“You should have seen your face.” Isis laughed.
“That was too close. I’m already going to catch hell for kissing you in the ring off-script,” He noted, looking around to see if anyone saw them.
Isis stopped and turned to him, confused why the serious wrestler would go unscripted to that degree. Sure, he was known to make things real, but a romance storyline was always a big deal to most of the roster.
“You what? I thought that was supposed to happen?”
“Well, um… not exactly. I sort of made a last-minute change. Come on, let’s get back to the hotel.” He ushered her to get into the limo.
“We are going to be in deep crap tomorrow. Mr. Preston will kill us for changing the script!”
“You’re right,” a voice rumbled from behind them.
“Davis?” Gage stopped in his tracks. Turning on his heels to the boss, he smiled a cheesy guilt-ridden grin. “Hey, boss.”
“Pushing this romance story forward a bit quickly, aren’t we?” Mr. Preston shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I couldn’t resist. I guess there's no better time than now to tell you. Isis and I are engaged.” Gage looked over and smiled at her.
“Humm. Well, about time you two worked things out. You are good for him, Isis. Guess you owe me for tonight’s little stunt. Looks like I am getting a real wedding on the show.”
Davis Preston smiled devilishly, pleased he would get his way. He had wanted a real wedding to take place for years. It was great publicity.
“Davis, I don’t think Isis will want a wrestling theme wedding.”
“Well, she sure enjoys some things in the ring. Right, Gage? Next time you two get freaky in my ring, at least wait until I leave. I don’t need to hear that shit.”
Isis’s eyes got wide and covered her face from the embracement.
Gage started laughing. “Sorry, Davis.”
“No problem. My wife and I did it when we were younger too. My dad almost had a stroke when he found out. One of the crew caught us and told him. Just don’t make it a habit. I’m happy for you both. Think about that live wedding, it could mean big ratings. We need to get something over those Wrestling Masters morons.”
“We’ll think about it. A fake one would be plenty.”
Isis looked up from her embarrassment, thinking the idea wasn’t so bad. “Why not, Gage? I mean. We could have a real wedding and put it into the storyline somehow.”
Gage looked over at her. “You would show our wedding on TV? I don’t want to ruin it for you.”
“Why not? I met you with Justice on live TV. If it wasn’t for this company, we would’ve never met. Why not marry you in front of the world in the place we found each other,” she smiled sweetly over the idea of sharing her union with the world.
“Davis, let us talk about it. You may get your real wedding, after all.” Gage reached out to shake the boss’s hand.
“I’m sure I will.”
***
One month later...
Gage, Jacob, Drake, and Nick stood on the stage while pronouncing Justice had all the major belts in the company. It was a first for any faction. In Gage’s words, they had all the gold and so they made all the rules. As the men raised their belts, Jacob stopped Gage.
“Wait one second, champ.” He looked around and counted the men on stage. “At last check, wasn’t there more of us? Didn’t our goddess, Isis, also win last night?”
“Jacob, you’re right. For Justice to take all the gold, we needed one more piece of the puzzle. The beautiful Isis. Come on out here, baby. Give the people what they want.”
Isis made her way out to the stage with the women’s heavyweight title belt draped over her shoulder wearing a sexy short white beaded dress.
“Well, guys, we finally did it. There’s still something that feels like it’s missing.” Gage grabbed a box out of her jacket. “Ladies, I hate to inform you, but yours truly, Twelve Inch Gage, is officially off the market.”
Isis pretended to be shocked, knowing they scripted it to lead up to the real wedding.
Gage got down on one knee and proposed again. “Isis, will you marry me?”
“Yes! Gage, yes. I’ll marry you.”
He jumped up and kissed her while the crowd booed. It felt like cheers to her.
Gage whispered, “Guess they just don’t get romance.”
They all headed backstage to get ready for their next segment, celebrating backstage, and Davis rushed over. “So, does this mean we are having a wedding?”
Gage grabbed Isis by the waist, looking her in the eyes. “Yes, Davis. You get your wedding and I get my goddess. My Family.”
~End of Gage and Isis Story. ~
To be continued.......
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Author Note: The story is not over yet so keep reading! Check out the next installment of this series collection: Lariet - Candy and Slade's story.
When the perky wrestling firecracker Candy Smith arrives at IWX, she is ready to take on the world. The fiery candy-coated ball of sass lands herself in hot water with her boss, Davis Preston when she is at odds with the leader of Retribution, Slade Logan. Confronted with the bad boy of the IWX faction, Candy must figure out how to get along with him or lose her push to be the next wrestling superstar and take care of a sick loved one back home.
Davis reaches his boiling point with the duo’s constant battles of will and takes action to end the feud. Along with the IXW wrestling roster, Davis forces them into a charity publicity stunt. Two weeks handcuffed together, they must get along or face the consequences. With Candy and Slade’s future at stake, Slade falls for the colorful jobber new girl while struggling to keep their career intact.
Amid a budding romance, Slade discovers Candy’s past is full of heartache and loss. A stalker threatens to put her in harm’s way, and the wrestling stars of IWX come together to uncover the truth behind the lies led by her evil stepfather.
