Chapter 3

April 21st, 2014

"So how did your days off go, man? Did you have fun with Syd?" Colby asked once he put his bags in his room.

"We had a good time," Jon nodded; gazing at nothing while releasing a deep sigh. "I mean, mind-blowing sex aside, I had so much fun with her. Even when we just sat around watching a movie, I loved every minute of it," he smiled softly; shrugging his shoulders.

"You slept with her again?" Colby asked with wide-eyes; a slight grin tugging at his mouth.

"Naw, man, we had a ton of sex, and not only sex, we kept getting more and more adventurous about where we had it. That woman is so uninhibited she surprised me a few times," he smiled fondly. "We even made lists of places we'd like to do it," Jon chuckled, pulling a piece of paper from his wallet and handed it to his friend.

"You did it in the hotel lobby?" Colby's mouth fell open; his eyes skimming the places marked off and what was left on Jon's list.

"Yeah, right before you got here, behind that potted tree next to the reception desk," Jon smiled; lowering his head when Colby burst out laughing.

"How did you manage that without getting busted?"

"We're crafty fuckers…literally," Jon shrugged with a blush when Colby clutched his stomach and rolled on the couch; laughing hysterically. "I plan on springing this one on her tonight," he snatched his list from his friend and pointed one out.

"How the fuck are you going to pull that off?" Colby asked while wiping his eyes.

"I'll figure it out," Jon folded his list, placing it back in his wallet before returning his eyes to staring at nothing.

"What's on your mind, bro? You look like you're…brooding," Colby glanced sideways at Jon; mindful of his friend's pensive appearance.

"I was trying to remember the last time I fucked someone other than her," he mumbled; directing his gaze to his folded hands in between his knees.

"Huh, well there was…no but how about…no…" Colby searched his memory and kept shaking off week after week before he turned his curious eyes to Jon. "You haven't fucked anyone since you started to really chase her down. It's been a few months," he said while Jon slowly started nodding his head.

"The interesting thing is I'm not interested in any other girl either. I've had several chances and I just don't give a fuck…literally," Jon released a heavy breath, melting into the couch.

"You're really hung up on Syd, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I am. I actually want to hold this woman at night, feel her body next to mine when I wake up. You know that shit isn't me, man, but I want it now…with her. We don't just fuck either; we go out or stay in and have fun. That isn't me either…" Jon drifted off; a frown marring his handsome face.

"But it is now," Colby finished for him, taking in Jon's nod. "I know why you were relationship phobic, man, but do you have any idea why she is?"

"Nope but then I don't want to ask and possibly piss her off so that she ends this thing we have," Jon shook his head; running a hand down his face in frustration. "Having part of her is better than nothing, right?" he sighed; trying to hide his worry at the thought of losing what little he had of her.

Colby narrowed his eyes on his friend; studying his demeanor and could tell Jon had changed, that he was falling hard for Syd but he was also scared; not only of his newfound feelings but that they weren't reciprocated. "Tell you what, bro, you keep doing what you're doing to make her happy and I'll recruit Joe; the two of us will try to get Syd to open up," he patted his shoulder, furrowing his brows at Jon's skeptical look. "Come on, man, you have to admit talking about this delicate shit is not your forte. Joe and I have a better shot at getting her to talk about her feelings. You're like a bull in a china shop. You'd probably blurt out 'why won't you stay naked with me in bed after we fuck?'" Colby did his best imitation of Jon's voice and grinned until he saw his friend begin to fidget in his seat. "You didn't!" he rolled his eyes; shaking his head in exasperation.

"I might have," Jon lowered his head, rubbing his thumb along the rest of his fingertips. "We'd been fucking for six days straight! I thought it was a legitimate question!" he snapped when Colby began to laugh again.

"Stick to giving her orgasms for now and let us handle the rest," Colby ruffled Jon's messy locks, quickly moving his arm to block the elbow aimed at his side. "And maybe start taking some notes on how we show our appreciation for her, how we show her we care about her that has nothing to do with foreplay or sex. I know you two are a lot alike, Jon, but she does show her feelings to the people she cares about. You need to do the same if you want to keep that woman," he poked Jon's side, meeting his friend's pouty stare before he made a run for it when Jon lunged at him.

"What did I miss?" Joe asked upon entering their suite, narrowly missing Colby as he was chased through the room. "And where is Syd?"

"You see; Joe asked about her the instant he walked in the door! That is caring, Jon!" Colby shouted as he vaulted the couch; Jon right behind him. "And the important part is that Joe isn't interested in fucking her," he ran around the big Samoan before ducking behind the table.

"He better not be interested in fucking her," Jon paused in his chase to glare into Joe's steely gray eyes before turning his icy stare on Colby, "and why the fuck do you have to kiss her cheek all the time?"

"That is how I show my appreciation; how I show I care about her, asshole. It is nothing sexual," Colby argued back; crossing his arms over his chest.

"And you; with the bear hugs and touching her hair," he pointed a hard finger at Joe with a scowl.

"What did I walk in on?" Joe turned a curious look at Colby.

"The jealousy stage of love," he answered with a bat of his eyelashes. "Isn't it pretty?" he chuckled; his eyes widening when he saw Jon's body tense up.

"Hold up, man," Joe snagged Jon by the shoulder; sparing Colby a few smacks, and directed his tense friend to the couch. "Catch me up on everything," he waved him on while they flopped down; Colby sitting on the other side of him. "You pussy; using me as a barrier between you," he grinned at their youngest stable mate.

"You saw how he was when you walked in here! Running around, acting like a crazy man," Colby defended himself, dodging back when Jon reached across Joe.

"Stop!" Joe pushed Jon back with a big hand on his chest. "Now talk to me," he sat back, listening intently while Jon recounted everything to him. "Let me get this straight," he leaned his head back, running his hand over his chin. "You fucked her in the lobby?" he asked after returning his gaze to Jon's; cracking up laughing with Colby.

"So it's true," they startled when they heard the soft voice behind them; turning to see Sydney shutting the door of their suite. "You do tell them about your conquests," she grinned, carrying her medical bag into her room.

"Baby, it isn't like that. I was just telling them how…we spent our days off," he frowned; looking guilty when she returned to the sitting room.

"I'm disappointed; I always pictured you pounding your chest like Tarzan or at least fist-pumping the air or doing an end-zone dance. I think I merit at least that considering you had me dangling over the edge of the roof one night. You could have fucked me to death," she arched her brow, smiling cockily at him while he chuckled. "It isn't funny. One snap of the hips just a little harder and there I would have gone over the edge. Hmm, maybe that one is my conquest," she snapped her hips side-to-side, doing her little victory dance while the three of them laughed.

"Dangling over the edge of the roof, Jon?" Joe asked with a mix of shock and concern.

"We were on the roof of the hotel and I couldn't resist. I bent her over the safety railing; her feet weren't even touching the ground. Fuck, it gave me amazing control over her body," he groaned; pounding his fist against his chest.

"There we go," Syd laughed.

"You two are fucking crazy and deserve each other," Colby said with a knowing smile. His plan was already in motion.

"I have something planned for tonight too, precious. You'll love it," he purred in her ear after wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"I'm sure I will; you never disappoint," she ran her palm down his cheek while the other nuzzled into the side of her face. "So gym and food?" she glanced between them, getting nods of approval.

Monday Night Raw

Syd sat beside JBL and shook her head at her brother; rolling her eyes while he, Dave and Hunter cut their promo. 'They are so full of themselves,' she bit her lip to keep from laughing. A few minutes later, her eyes drifted up into the crowd when The Shield's music hit, smiling smugly when her boys entered the ring and Dean picked up a dropped mic. She did love to hear this man work the microphone.

"There's a reason you hired us to protect you and that little creampuff to your left, Randy Orton," Dean paused long enough for the crowd to cheer like mad, Syd to bust out laughing and Randy to wave off the insult with a tight grin.

The siblings' eyes met and Randy just kept his smile while his sister came close to tears. Beyond the grin, he had a look that said she'd pay for it later but shrugged her shoulders, waving him off with a smirk.

Seth took the mic from Dean when he began his rant and laid out what Evolution had to look forward to at Extreme Rules. Syd's eyes went to Dean, watching his shoulder quirks and fast pacing and smiled when he paused long enough to wink in her direction. Finally Roman took over to tell them what was going to happen now; telling them they can fight like men or run like creampuffs before he tossed the mic and the three of them exited the ring to start up the ramp.

Syd rolled her eyes again when Hunter presented option three; the very same superstars that mobbed them last week backing them up. As soon as they cleared the ramp, she made her way back to their locker room.

"Thought that was funny, did you?"

"I thought it was hilarious, Randal," she turned and smiled up at her brother. "You look very nice tonight, big brother," she cocked her head, reaching out and rolled up his sleeves properly. "Besides the obvious reasons, I've always loved to see you in clothes. It covers up those chicken calves of yours," she giggled when he playfully pushed her forehead back.

"Why are you in such a good mood? Did your little vacation away from me work a miracle and improve your attitude?" he asked, draping an arm around her neck.

"Something like that," she inwardly chuckled, wrapping her arm around his waist while they continued to walk down the hall.

"I know you said you need a break from me but I missed you," he kissed her temple, stopping before The Shield's door. "Are you coming home with me this week?" he asked with a tilt of his head and pouty lips.

"That was pathetic, Randal!" she laughed; pushing him back a step. "The boo boo lip really doesn't work on you, bro," she smiled; her head snapping towards the door when it swung open.

"Hey Kitten, I thought I heard you out here," Jon smiled at her, reaching out and took her arm. "You're needed, sweetheart," he pulled her inside, smirking at her brother's scowl. "Randy," he nodded his head in greeting, shutting the door in his face. "Hey Princess, I know you're only ringside for us and if they run short-handed on trainers, but I need you to be out there for Cena's match against the Wyatts," he said quickly; still amped up from his segment.

"Why during that match?"

"When the show goes off the air, Bray is going to challenge anyone in the locker room to come out after they tore apart Cena and we're going to run out. But here's the catch," he took her face between his palms, leaning his forehead against hers. "I need you to get under the ring while the lights go out before the Wyatts' entrance," he grinned, running his tongue over his upper teeth.

"And why would I want to be under the ring throughout the whole match?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

"Because I'll be under there with you and we have until I have to join Joe and Colby in the ring to play," he grinned cockily, moving his hands to her ass to pull her pelvis flush to his hardening length.

"You deliciously wicked man," she breathed out against his lips before slipping her tongue into his mouth.

"What are you doing out here, Ms Sydney?" JBL asked the young woman in between commercial breaks.

"Just bored, John, and my guys will be out when we go off air," she shrugged; turning her focus back to the ramp when the camera man signaled they were back. She mentally laughed at the image of Cena one day sliding in one side of the ring and his momentum carrying him out the other side to the floor. 'He's made it three quarters of the way already,' she inclined her head when her brother's best friend smiled at her while he ran the ropes. 'Wait for it, Syd,' she told herself, instinctively scooting to the edge of her seat. The instant before the lights went out, she caught sight of Jon wearing the hood up on his Shield hoodie, standing at the barricade with his blue eyes zeroed in on her. 'Shit! Go!' she shot out of her chair, hitting her knees on a slide and scrambled underneath the apron.

"Shit, sorry, Huber," Jon mumbled when he bumped into Luke Harper in the dark.

"Good, what are you going out here?" he whispered back, moving around the man to make it to ringside.

"Don't ask. See you in a few," he chuckled and slipped under the ring. "Kitten?" Jon called out, crawling forward a few feet. "Shit!" he jumped when her smiling face appeared before him, illuminated by her cell phone. "Come here, you sexy wench," he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close while their hands busied themselves with belts, buttons and zippers. Jon sucked in a breath when her hand gripped his hard length; growling an instant later while he pushed her jeans down to her knees. "On all fours, my pet, with your belly as close to this table as it can get," he rasped in her ear, waiting until she moved into position and grabbed her hips when she brushed her ass over his straining erection. He crawled over her; his legs on the outside of hers, his chest to her back, and his nose inhaling the scent of her hair. 'Fuck, she's perfect,' he groaned and felt himself salivate at the thought of possessing her.

"Oh fuck, Jon," she jolted against him when one of his hands cupped her smooth mound, his nimble fingers stroking her clit.

Jon slid his cock between her ass cheeks while she practically purred like a kitten from his skillful touch before he ran his fingers over her dripping slit. "You're wet as hell, baby. Got to be inside of you now," he gripped his length, rubbing the thick head over her slick opening before driving home. "Shh, baby," he quickly covered her mouth with one hand, holding back her cries and moans while stroking deep into her pussy. She squealed into his palm when someone took a hard bump directly above them and Jon chuckled in her ear. "You can't ever say that I don't take you to the most interesting places," he laughed softly and an instant later, began to rut her in hard, fast strokes.

Syd was gone; lost to everything around her, above her, except the man that blanketed her back, the man inside of her. There was something highly erotic about his complete control over her. His strong hand clamped down on her mouth, the other roughly plucking her nipple through her shirt while his hard cock mercilessly pounded into her body. She was already sweating profusely, laboring for breath through her nose while she whimpered with every thrust of his hips.

Luke Harper took a shot from Cena and fell to the outside of the ring. Rolling to his side, his head ended up under the apron but before he could push to his feet, his eyes caught sight of Dean Ambrose savagely fucking Randy Orton's sister, and it didn't look like the woman was complaining one bit. He lost his grin the instant Dean's eyes snapped towards him. That was a look of primal possession; a man protecting his mate while she was vulnerable. Luke withdrew from his sight, took his feet with a small grin and returned to the match.

"Did Huber just catch them fucking under the ring?" Colby asked; covering his grin while he and Joe kept an eye on the backstage monitor.

"Yeah, I think he did if that gleam in his eye is any indication," Joe shook his head; laughing heartily at his friends' sexual antics.

"Fuck, Kitten, I love your pussy…your body. You feel so fucking amazing, baby," he grunted in her ear, driving them towards their goal. "That's my girl. Cum for me, baby," he rasped seductively, feeling her body tense and her pussy clamp down on his invading shaft. "Mine," he growled out into her neck, his teeth clamping down on the flesh and released deep inside of her. "Fuck, Syd," Jon gasped out; collapsing on top of her, flattening them out on top of the table.

"Save yourself," she panted. "I'll be right here, trying to recover from this," she cracked open her eyes, meeting his passionate blue gaze and smiled softly. "Roll over, lover," she jutted her chin out, letting her eyes flutter and a moan escape when he pulled out of her before he settled on his back. "I need to be a good girl and clean you up before you go to work," she winked; eyeing him hungrily while she moved to take his cock in her mouth.

"Oh you're a good girl!" Jon shouted; throwing his head back in ecstasy. "You're such a fucking good girl," he moaned; threading his fingers in her hair while she bobbed her head up and down his length, using her tongue to bathe every inch of his flesh. "Syd, you're getting me hard again. I think I'm clean enough, Kitten," he warned her before he chuckled at the guilty expression on her face. "Bray's almost to our spot, baby. Here," he stripped off his Shield hoodie and handed it to her. "Put this on before you crawl out. Your nipples are hard as rocks," he smirked; tucking himself back into his pants and getting himself together while she lay on her back and shimmied her jeans back up.

"Meet you in the locker room," she glanced up at him while she slipped his hoodie on.

"You bet your sweet ass you will," he wrapped his hand along her nape, crushing his lips against hers before he moved to the apron when his theme hit in the arena. Jon watched her crawl back towards the announcers' table, turning back to meet his gaze while they timed their exit and smiled before they rolled out.

Syd was already settled in her chair watching the Shield take the Wyatts to school when JBL finally noticed her reappearance. "Where did you go, Ms Sydney? One second you were there and the next you vanished," he asked after he turned off his headset mic.

"I dropped my phone and it slid under the ring. Figured the perfect time to look for it was when the lights went out," she shrugged; smiling when Dean began to unleash on Erick Rowan in the corner.

"What's that mark on your neck?" he poked the reddened flesh, pulling his hand back when she leaned back and angled her body towards him.

"I must have caught it on something under the ring," she arched a brow, focusing her obsidian gaze on him before returning her attention to her boys.

"Would it be the same something that gave you that hoodie that clearly doesn't fit you? You weren't wearing it before you disappeared under there, and I couldn't help but notice that Ambrose just appeared at ringside instead of running down the ramp," he grinned when she tilted her head back and rolled her eyes towards him.

"Never let it be said that you aren't observant, John. You nosy bastard," she swatted his arm when he began to laugh. The Shield had cleared the ring and began their celebration when Syd noticed Cena had rolled out onto the floor instead of joining them. "Are you okay, John?" she asked after moving to his side.

"Yeah, I just took a bump wrong but its cool, Syd, I can wait until I get to the back," he accepted her help up to his feet, letting her steady him before focusing on her face when she cupped his cheek.

"You look a little out of it, John. Are you sure you don't need me to help you back?" He nodded his head and she sighed heavily, taking a hesitant step away from him. "Get going to the trainers' office then and if I see you sway on those flat feet of yours then you're stuck with me escorting you there," she jerked her head towards the ramp.

"Thanks, kiddo," he ruffled her hair with a smile before making his way to the ramp. He didn't notice the scowl directed his way or feel the icy blue eyes drilling into his back when he passed one Dean Ambrose.

"What's up with you, man?" Joe asked his friend; who was pacing the locker room while repeatedly fisting his hands.

"The jealousy stage of love," Colby grinned when Jon directed his furious expression towards him.

"Jon, how long have you been in love with her? I'm asking because the stage you're at right now is way beyond one week of intimacy," Joe sat his frustrated friend down on the bench beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Since about May of last year," Jon mumbled softly, lowering his gaze to the floor. "I got that minor concussion and she stayed up with me all night, waking me up every hour and fucking handled my shitty mood like a pro, man. I snapped and bitched and cursed and she took it all with that attitude of hers while taking care of me like I was the only thing that mattered to her. I know it was her job, man, but I've never been someone's only thing before. No one has ever looked at me like that; like she'd take a bullet for me or give me her last breath if it meant that I lived. I know it was her job, I know it," he shouted; standing up with his fists pressed to his forehead, "but I never had that before; I never had anyone give a fuck about me like that. I tried so hard to put it into perspective and get over it but every touch, every smile, every damn time she'd get pissed at someone for hurting me just made it all come back. I might not know shit about talking about my feelings but I know I feel like she's mine," he grumbled, snatching up his gear bag, "and I know I don't like anyone touching what's mine," he growled on his way out the door.

Joe and Colby sat in stunned silence for a moment after Jon stormed out; taking in everything he said and how he acted when he laid it all out there for them. "Jon's in love and has been for almost a year," Joe said softly, shaking his head that he didn't see it before now.

"We need to work fast, bro, before he loses it on someone," Colby ran a hand over his face, feeling like a shitty friend.

"Where's Jon?"

"How the hell do you not make any noise?" Colby said after she startled the two of them. "And they call me a ninja," he frowned; grinning an instant later when she ran a hand over his hair.

"Trade secrets, my son," she chuckled when he pulled her into a headlock. "Oh son, you do not want me to take you to wrestling school so you'd best let go," she pinched his side, straightening up when he released her.

"He's waiting in the car by now," Joe picked up his bag, helping Syd with hers. The three of them made their way to the parking lot and Joe noticed the smile leave her face when she saw Jon in the passenger seat. He always sat in the back with her – always. He could feel the hurt coming off of her in waves while they put their things in the back and patted her head before he opened the door for her to get in, closing it once she was settled.

They were driving on to the next city for the Smackdown taping and Joe couldn't remember a single time when the car had been this quiet before. He glanced up into the rearview mirror to see Syd's reflection stare at Jon for a moment before finally leaning her head against the window to watch the passing scenery. Jon had his arms crossed protectively over his chest while he stared straight ahead. Colby met his gaze in the mirror with raised eyebrows; looking uncomfortable with the silence and fixing to burst out of his skin if it got anymore awkward in the car.

"We're here," Joe called out, waking up his fellow travelers. Jon stretched before exiting the car and moved to the back to grab his bags. Joe smacked Colby awake and got a pout in return before he shook Syd. "Baby girl, wake up," he said softly. "We're here," he told her, taking in her nod before they both got out and shut the doors. Joe glanced back at her when she stopped in her tracks and noticed her attention was on Jon, who was already making his way into the hotel. "Come on, sweetheart. Here's your bag," he held it out to her and he and Colby flanked her while walking inside to check into their suite.

Considering the hour, Jon made it through check-in in record time and left the three remaining keys to their suite on the reception desk. Each of them snagged one on the way by before joining him at the elevator.

"Are you mad at me?" Syd asked in a small voice, interrupting the deafening silence around them.

Her voice had never sounded so timid before and took them by surprise. All three men turned towards her but her eyes were focused on Jon. "Not at all, Kitten," he shook his head with wide eyes; turning to glance forward when he couldn't bear the hurt look on her face. Jon couldn't get out of the elevator fast enough when the door slid open. He could feel that he hurt her feelings and the pain of it almost suffocated him. Easily outpacing his friends, he made it to their suite first, unlocked the door and made it into his chosen room; the door slamming behind him just when they walked in.

Colby saw Sydney visibly flinch from the loud slam before she hung her head and picked a room; disappearing behind the door as it silently closed. He met Joe's concerned eyes; both of them worried about their friends. "I'm taking her to breakfast in the morning," he said softly, taking in Joe's nod before they turned in.

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