Still Can't Get Over You

Chapter 44

Later that night; New York;
Dylan's POV;

Staring in to the almost grey eyes of my fiancé as his body rubbed over my own; the sweat encasing both of us tightly, his cock delivering quick thrusts in to my pussy and his hands running through my hair as he held his body close to me in his classic missionary position.

I know that I should feel guilty about what I was doing but all I could feel was confused. I loved Carmine; I loved the man that he was and when he wasn't complaining about the wrestling he supported me in anything that I wanted to do. But then there was Jeff; what I felt for him was much stronger than anything I had ever experienced for anyone but was it just sex?

Or were we destined to be together?

It sure seemed that fate thought so as we seemed to just be thrust together.

The sound of my fiancé's grunting coming thicker and faster tore me right back to the moment. I could feel him getting closer to release and my body seemed to race to try and catch up with him. But I needed have bothered as he erupted in to me until he was coming to a shuddering stop on top of me; leaving me high and dry.

We had argued about the wrestling thing again the moment he had gotten home and caught me coming out of the shower and seen the bruising around my ribs. And because neither of us were willing to back down; the passion had seemed to come out of our words and we had fallen in to bed unable to control the passion. But he had never been this selfish when it came to sex; Carmine was, although old fashioned, a very thoughtful and giving lover; always making sure that I got relief before himself.

"I love you Dylan!" He groaned and collapsed on to the bed next to me.

"I...ditto baby!" I replied trying to say I love you but it just wouldn't come so I rolled on to my side, fighting back the tears that threatened to come from the impossible situation that I had managed to get myself in to.

Closing my eyes, I waited for him to fall asleep and I didn't have to wait long as the sound of his heavy breathing quickly filled the room as his body sunk in to the mattress.

Waiting a few more moments to ensure he was lost in sleep, I slipped out of the bed, pulled on Carmine's discarded shirt; I grabbed my phone and cigarettes and padded out of the room. Moving down to the kitchen I grabbed my bottle of JD and moved to the living room.

Sitting in the dark, I lit a cigarette and opened the bottle of JD; gulping at it like a baby on a bottle I felt the burn stinging at my throat as the liquid slid down, I stared at Jeff's number that I had pulled up on my phone.

Should I call him?

Just as my finger lingered over the call button, thinking about whether I should call him or not; it started to ring.

"Hey you; I was just thinking about calling you!" I answered as I stubbed out my smoked cigarette and stretched out on the sofa.

"You were huh? You're not all lost in Carmine?"

I could tell from his tone that he was jealous and I knew that if it was me; I would feel just as jealous. Hell just the thought of him with Beth I could feel my jealousy rising.

"I do need to talk to you though!" He said his voice breaking through my thoughts.

"Oh yeah? What about?"

"I just had Shane McMahon on the phone,"

"What did he want?" I asked getting up and moving to the large floor to ceiling window. My eyes relaxed until the sea of lights from the City seemed to just mesh in to one large speck of light. New York was one of the most stunning Cities to look at, at night and now was no different.