I woke up to sunlight shining through the curtains, blue curtains...when did I put those up? I stretched and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. As I did I noticed a mop of messy, blonde curls next to me, with very muscular arms and the yummiest body I had ever seen. I smirked softly to myself. That's Tyler? How the hell did I get Tyler to sleep with me? What the hell did I do last night?
"Good morning, beautiful." He rolled over and looked at me with a sleepy smile.
"Good morning." I chuckled.
"I hope you had as much fun last night as I did." He pulled me down to him and kissed my neck slowly, letting his hands roam down my back. I moaned softly into his kisses. "Care to recreate it?" He rolled me over on my back, pinning my hands above my head and kissing me hard. "We'll just have to keep it down this time, I'm sure the boys are home now."
"The boys?" I muttered. Then it hit me, obviously, he lives with the Strong Style boys. "The boys! Oh my god, Ty...how bad was last night?" I threw my hands over my face to hide how red it was.
"What is it, love?" Tyler laughed as he tried to pry my fingers from my face.
"Tyler, what if...somehow, they heard and oh my god," I sat up quickly. I could see my panties on the floor but that was it, "where the hell is my dress?" We looked at each other and busted out in laughter. 30 seconds later there was a knock on Tyler's barely shut door.
"Normally," Trent started, "we don't get involved with things like this, but...
"We were tidying up this morning, as we do every Sunday, and..."
"We found these." Trent held my dress and bag in his hands, but Pete taunted me with my own bra. As a wrestler, I should feel comfortable in things like this, but knowing Pete Dunne was holding my lacey, red bra in his hands while I laid completely naked next to his best mate did not make me feel comfortable at all.
"Thanks, guys. Appreciate it lots, you can leave them by the door." Tyler laughed but attempted to rush them out the door.
"No, it's only fitting we formally meet! You're Madison, right? A pleasure to meet you actually. Trent Seven. I do believe we work with one another and we've seen you around before." He shook my hand and then sat on the bed next to me. "Now, how did you, a lovely lady, end up in this position?" I couldn't help but laugh again.
"Pete Dunne, we've worked together." He nodded from the doorway. "C'mon Trent. Let her take the walk of shame in peace." He smiled at me and headed back to the living room after throwing my bra at Tyler.
"Well, Maddie, I hope we will be seeing more of you." He laughed harder at his own joke than any of us did.
"Bye Trent, bye Pete." I called after them. I looked over at Tyler who just laughed with me.
"I'm sorry....I don't really know what else to say other than, that's all of Strong Style for you. Three of us versus the world." He pulled a pair of black gym shorts on and then fell back into bed. "I am terribly sorry about all of this." He looked over at me with his face buried in a pillow.
"No, it's okay. I promise. It's perfectly okay." I ran my hand through his hair. "I had fun with you." I smiled softly before leaning over to kiss him. It was different than when we had kissed before. It was simple, light and it still sent chills down my spine. I slid out of bed and pulled the jeans I kept in my bag on before noticing I had forgotten a shirt. "Shit..." I muttered softly.
"Here, catch." He threw me a black BSS shirt. "Might as well be one of us now." He winked at me.
"Thanks, Ty." He walked over and placed a hand on my waist before kissing me slowly.
