There are bodies entwined everywhere, in various state of sexual positions. The strippers are with a few of my buddies. Randy and Dave are in a corner. Shawn has some woman on the table. I pity the person that has to clean up this mess tomorrow. And that person would be Edge. It's his house, he gets the clean up...after my wedding of course.

My eyes drift in his direction, I watch as she slides her hands over his broad shoulders. She is straddled on his lap; A beer in his hand. I don't know what drew my eyes towards him at that exact moment but my body hardened instantly as I saw the blond thickness of his hair fall over his bare shoulders to frame that damn perfect face as he bends his head to lick the beer off her breast that has spilled there. My jaws clenched as my eyes gazed down the bronze flesh to his muscled chest that she is rubbing her taunt nipples against. He is masculine beauty personified. I swallow deeply and try to breathe normally. What the hell am I thinking, and tonight above all nights. But hell, if I was being honest to myself...I would have to say I had noticed his intense 'beauty' way before this night but the stark realization of how damn much I wanted him had never really hit me this hard, at least not until now as I stand here staring in near awe. And does he notice me...Hell, does he really notice any of us?!

Edge. Adam Copeland. So damn perfect in beauty that I am stunned. I watch as he shifts her off to the side and moves towards his bedroom. Without thought I follow him. I stand there as he smooths the towel over his chest to a flat washboard stomach, to the fine course hairs just above his zipper. I move closer to him, as if of it's own accord, my hand reaches out to grasp a perfect tendril of golden, sun-kissed hair. It is softer than I could have ever imagined even in my wildest dreams; And believe me I have had some fucking wild dreams about him. His body jolts as the pupils in those forest green eyes retract when he looks directly at me. Forest green with flecks of gold around the iris. My hand fists in the length of his hair and I pull him to my hungry mouth. His lips are full beneath mine and I use the leverage of mine to pry his open. His body is firm against mine. I groan into his parted lips as his body strains against mine in an attempt to struggle against me. I hold him closer with one hand pressed firmly at the small of his back, my other holds the grip I have in his hair. My body is literally on fire from my need for him, there is no pulling back now as I use my strength to press him against the wall of his bedroom.

Tomorrow is my wedding day. In just a few hours I marry the billion dollar princess. One hell of a bachelor party. Bodies are passed out all over the place, fucking all over the place, and here I am in Edge's bedroom. I feel his resistance wearing thin as I apply more pressure on his kiss-swollen lips; Finally, his hands tear at the Shirt that *was* stretched over the width of my chest and shoulders, but now lays in shreds of material on the carpeted floor. His hands are liquid heat over my chest muscles as I feel his knee move up between my thighs, to graze over my swollen cock in a teasing gesture that tells me he has surrendered the fight as the heat builds between us.

"Mmm...Hunter," He moans against my shoulder as I pull my lips from his; Gasping for breath, my lungs heave in and out for air. He is everything I ever imagined he would be and more. His body moves restlessly against the wall, his hands moving to the clasp of my jeans. I hear the moan erupt from my throat as his hands smooths the restricting fabric from my engorged cock. His eyes lock to mine. "Don't stop," I rain kisses over his heated flesh. "Time to play the game, Edge." I moan against his flesh.

With those words he pushes my jeans to the floor. "Step out of them." He groans, his breath warm against the side of my face. I have no choice but to obey him, and even if there was a choice in the matter, Edge has already made it.

He goes to his knees in front of me; Looking up at me as he takes hold of my hard shaft with one hand, his other hand is firm on the cheek of my ass. My back arches as I reach out with my palms flat on the wall in front of me. "Yes...Edge...Yes." The words are no more than a hissed, panted breath from my parted lips. I feel his fingers at my ass hole and I groan out loud. My eyes close as his tongue swirls over the head of my cock. I hear my own moaning sound of pleasure fill the room around us as he takes me deeper in his mouth. I glance down to see his hair fall in golden tresses around his face. "Look at you," I moan in a hoarse voice as his fingers move around the stretched flesh of my hard cock. I let out a near growl as his hand strokes up and down the shaft, hot-sticky liquid beginning to form at the tip.

"Hunter," he murmurers my name as his hand continues to move up and down the base, smearing the white substance over the hard flesh between his fingers. "Edge, lick it...please...taste me." It is all I can do to form a conscientious thought. I hear his breathing coming in shorts pants as he runs his long tongue just over the tip and moans of pleasure escape my parted lips.

"Oh, Edge..Please." At this point I am not at all sure what it is exactly that I am begging for. The emotions that fill me are stronger than any I had ever known; My body begins to spasm, my knees weaken and I feel him pulling me to him. He leans towards me and places his lips on mine. I feel his tongue push against my lips and I part them without hesitation, letting him invade me with his hot, slick tongue. Our tongues play their wicked games, deep moans escape our mouths that only part to change angles or by lack of air. Edge's eyes close softly. I literally melt into his kiss, melt into the hungry mouth that is ravaging mine with such fire that my only thoughts are to please him as he is pleasing me.

My hands move to his zipper, I free his heaviness as my tongue slides down his body, I feel him tremble at my touch and I am well aware of why Christian is so enthralled by this man. Like a moth to a flame I am drawn to him, drawn to his heat. Nothing is more important to me than sating his hunger. I pull him deep into my mouth; tasting the saltiness of his flesh as his hips thrust forward, pumping faster into my mouth.

Our bodies settle on the bed as I suck greedily at him, savoring every drop that enters my mouth, letting the slightly spiced flavor tease at my senses. Grasping his hips, I slide my mouth further over his pulsating cock. I feel him push his hips higher in the air, arching against the on-slaught of my mouth, wild sounds escape his lips as his body writhes beneath me. I feel my own body tense and stiffen against my own hand that is working at my cock. I groan against the hard mass in my mouth as I feel my release spill on the mattress beneath where Edge is laying.

His hips lurch forward as I feel his hot seed covering the back of my throat. I swallow deeply as he pumps his hips one more time against my mouth. "Yessss," I hear him hiss. I curl around his waist, laying my head on his flat stomach, content to hear him breathing. "Finally, you see me." I moan drowsily against his sweaty flesh. I don't know how long it was that we just lay totally sated in the other's arms. I drift in and out of sleep, only to be awaken again to feel him over me, his hardness invading me as his lips slant over mine.

"Time to play the game, Hunter." He whispers and again we make love on the eve of my wedding.