The Bet

Taylour has never been to the dark shows. Dasha usually covered them so Taylour didn’t see a need to go.

But, alas, Dasha got a case of the stomach flu and Cody called to “ask” if she could cover.

Taylour really didn’t want to, but there’s no debating with Cody when he really wants something. He’s annoyingly persistent.

‘Fucking Cody,’ she cursed under her breath as she watched the show backstage.

No one but the people who had to be there are usually at the dark shows. Most of the roster was more preoccupied using the extra day to prepare for Dynamite or doing god knows what.

So it surprised Taylour when she saw Wardlow, donning a burgundy suit with a black shirt, walking towards her during the main event.

“Maxwell wants to talk to you,” He said.

Taylour didn’t respond, pretending to fix her mic as she waited to interview Big Swole after her match with The Bunny.

Letting a beat pass, Wardlow repeated himself. The second time was louder and more pronounced. Assertive. This caused Taylour to stop.

“Why?” She asked, trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.

Taylour generally got along with the whole roster, but she never saw it for MJF.

He was a lot of things.
But above all, he was a douchebag.

“Come with me and find out.”

Taylour rolled her eyes, “And if I don’t?”

“It’s simply a request. You are free to do whatever you want,” He replied and looked into her eyes, unphased.

Taylour looked back. Before she could think of a witty comeback, the bell rang and their eyes turned to the nearest monitor. Big Swole stood over The Bunny as her entrance music played.

Taylour clanked her heel and steadily made her way to the ring entrance to meet Swole. She could feel Wardlow’s eyes divert back to her and burn a hole in her back as she walked away.

Taylour made an effort to not turn and look back at him.

She turned the corner, out of his view, and saw Swole. Taylour didn’t realize, but she felt her body relax once she knew she was outside Wardlow’s reach.

“You look happy to see me,” Swole teased as she got closer.

When Taylour first started working for the broadcast team, Swole was one of the first people she interviewed and they became fast friends. Whenever they’re on the same night Swole would find Taylour and keep her up to speed on locker room gossip. She was more than glad to see her.

Taylour chuckled, “Girl, you have no idea.”

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Taylour decided to stay close to Cody the next night. She thought if there was anyone Wardlow wouldn’t walk up to, it would be her brother-in-law.

“I don’t need a shadow,” Cody declared as they walked towards the men’s locker room. He was facing Sean Spears and was a bit on edge.

“I just thought as your favorite sister-in-law, you would want to spend some quality time before your big match,” Taylour teased, struggling to keep up with his accelerated speed in heels.

Cody laughed, “Even worse!”

They reached the entrance to the locker room and stopped. “Now, I think it’s pretty clear this is where our bonding time ends, baby sis.”

As they stood in front of the door it became evident she couldn’t cling to Cody for the entire night.

“When you’re ready to tell me what the fuck is up, you know where to find me,” He patted her head like an older brother kicking his baby sister out of his room then walked into the locker room.

Taylour exhaled and looked stared at the closed door, feeling slightly dejected. She looked up to the monitors. Kenny and Adam were facing SCU for the first round of the AEW tag team tournament. Adam pinned Scorpio Sky as Audrey counted to three. Kenny jumped into the ring and Audrey lifted both of the men’s hands. Taylour stared at the screen, watching the two stand in post-victory bliss. The men started to climb out the ring and up the ramp. Right before they walked backstage, the camera caught Kenny’s face and he gave a straight look with a glimmer in his eye.

Taylour questioned herself, but she wondered if the glimmer was for her. She chewed the inside of her cheek and exhaled.

‘Only one more hour’, She exhaled to herself and made her way to the media room to hide.

✦ ✦ ✦

Even though Taylour was hip-to-hip with him in her hotel room, she still felt like a world away from Kenny.

He was starting to feel as if he did something wrong. Was it something he said? He tried to keep his anxieties at bay, but she was acting...different. She wasn’t laughing at his jokes and when he asked if she wanted to play video games, she shrugged him off.

Kenny took a deep breath, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to. I’m sorry,” She replied, turning to him.

“I’m just...I don’t even know. Worried? Wardlow approached me at the dark show.”

Kenny instantly shot up, “What did he want? Did he hurt you!?”

Taylour shook her head, “He told me MJF wants to talk to me.”

In a fury, Kenny started to head for the door, but Taylour quickly went around him and stood in front of it. How could he? How dare he!? Taylour wasn’t something he could just send Wardlow off to acquire.

She was so much more than that.

“Don’t!” She exclaimed, trying to keep her voice at bay.

They were doing their best to be careful. Taylour started to book her hotel rooms at a distance from Kenny. Never on the same floor. Further away from other people on the roster, if possible. But one could never be 100% sure.

It was supposed to be a secret, wasn’t it?

“I haven’t told anyone about this,” Taylour said.

“Why?” Kenny exhaled, as he felt the adrenaline running through his body. Kenny wanted to bash Maxwell’s head in.

“I don’t want to make a big deal of things. I’m sure he’ll move on,” She countered.

“And if he doesn’t?”

“He will.”

Taylour gently placed her hands on Kenny’s shoulders and looked up at him. After a moment, Kenny exhaled and relaxed.

“I can fight my own battles,” Taylour said, leaning into him.

“I know, but you don’t have to,” He returned.

“Just trust me on this? If he doesn’t quit, I’ll let you know,” She almost pleaded.

Taylour wanted the conversation to be over. Wardlow approaching her shook Taylour more than she expected. What does MJF want with her and why couldn’t he just say it himself?

Luckily, Kenny appeared to be calming down.

“Fine,” He finally said, “Just say the word and I’ll bash the creeper's head in.”

Taylour giggled, surprised by Kenny’s proclamation. She touched the hem of his t-shirt, turned on that he wanted to protect her.

“This isn’t about me,” she said, her voice lowered to a sensual whisper.

‘It’s always about you,’ Kenny thought.

Taylour firmed her grasp on his shirt and began to roll it up. Kenny obliged, lifting his arms as she took the shirt off of him. Kenny did the same to her and unclasped her bra.

Without thinking, Kenny grabbed Taylour by her waist and picked her up. She gasped in surprise but wrapped her legs around him. Kenny used it as an opportunity to hold her by her ass, holding firmly. Kenny walked towards the bed and gently dropped Taylour down. On his knees, he placed himself between her legs as she unbuttoned her jeans and began to slide them off. He helped her pull them off in a seamless motion, allowing them to drop on the floor.

Kenny couldn’t help but marvel at her. The curve of her lips, the upturn of her beautiful brown eyes that complimented her brown skin. Everything about her had Kenny in awe.

Taylour smiled at him and placed her hands behind his neck, urging him to meet her up on the bed. Kenny obliged and Taylour kissed him. Slowly. Wantingly. He could feel her move her hands from behind his neck to his hand and she guided him inside her panties.

She was very wet, causing him to get an instant hard-on. He put one finger inside her and placed his thumb on her clit, causing her to moan and straighten up. He played with her clit as they kissed, pumping his finger every so often, feeling her become wetter with each periodic pump.

Taylour opened her legs and pushed herself towards Kenny’s groin.

“Not yet,” He cooed, quickening his pace inside her and then inserting another finger. Taylour’s moans became breathy and she bit her lip.

“Please,” she begged.

Kenny smiled to himself, he enjoyed pleasing her.

“Not yet, baby girl, I wanna make you come first.”

Still fingering her, Kenny placed his legs between Taylour’s legs and sucked on her sweetness. Taylour rocked her hips to his tongue, riding his wave.

“Fuck Kenny,” Taylour panted, grabbing a clump of his curls as she rode through her orgasm.

Satisfied, Kenny slowly parted from Taylour, savoring her orgasm. Taylour looped her hands around Kenny’s jeans.

“Please,” she begged again.

This time, Kenny obliged. He got off the bed and took his jeans and boxers off, exposing his manhood dripping in precum. Taylour adjusted herself to the edge of the bed, on her hands and knees, eagerly waiting for him. Kenny slid inside her and cursed under his breath.

“Is this what you wanted?” he moaned, going deeper with each stroke.

Taylour crooned out a yes between strokes. She wasn’t sure if anyone in a neighboring room could hear them, and honestly, she didn’t care.

All she wanted at that moment was Kenny.

And he felt so good.

Kenny’s motion began to pick up and he tighten his stance. He reveled inside her until he could no longer contain himself. He let out an audible groan and his pace steadily slowed. Taylour quickly followed behind him and rode the rush of her second orgasm until she could no longer support herself and fell onto the bed. Kenny lost his balance and landed on top of her.

Kenny rolled over onto his back and pulled Taylour close to him, breathing in lover’s bliss.

Taylour’s worry about MJF was long gone.

At least for now.