Here we go! Starting to move the plot line forward a little bit. Yay! Got some sucky rough smut a little bit into the chapter. Sorry if it's just plain horrendous. -Blushes- And go figure a good majority hit me around 5:30 this morning. lol. But anyway, I love you guys for supporting me and this "smorgasbord full of smut". Go ahead and click that little review button and let me know what you think ok? ;)


It wasn't intentional. He was sure of it.

But it didn't erase the fact that it was there...

It was in the little things they did. Like now for instance.

He stood by the door of the catering area and watching as they sat and laughed and conversed with the members of New Day, Sasha Banks and random sprinkles of other people.

Her legs were draped over his own underneath the table as their faces lit up at everything they heard and said. They'd share a look or two, maybe lean in and softly knock heads. Rhea would place a hand on his shoulder almost as if bracing herself while her eyes sparkled in amusement. Seth would rub absently at her thighs with a thumb as his hand rested on her while he nodded along to his friends.

It was easy to see the two cared about each other. A look between friends before them as they took in the two let him know he wasn't the only one who saw it.

It was complete and utter coupling and Dean couldn't help but scowl at it all. He knew they were close, best friends even. Hell, Seth was his best friend too! But it was the little things he had started to notice…

'Has this been happening all along or did this just start?' He'd find himself wondering as he'd watching them walk down the hall, Rhea's hand tightly clasped in Seth's as she skipped along, a huge smile on her face.

'This is nothing new right?'

A kiss to the cheek and like that Seth was gone, leaving him and his girl alone backstage as he prepared himself for whatever battle they assigned for him in the squared circle.

She had him...but why did it seem like she also had Seth?


"Hey, you alright," Roman Reigns asked his best friend after they made it backstage.

The two had just had a grueling tag along with Orton against the Wyatts, the feud between Roman and Bray going on strong. Dean was happy he could be there for his friend. He was able to focus once he was out there and like always him and Roman went out and tore the house down but before and after the match was a different story.

Being in the match allowed him to unleash some of his aggression…

But it wasn't enough.

Dean didn't answer Roman instead opting to snatch up a bottle of water from a nearby table and take a long swig. He nearly crushed the bottle in a tight grip when he stared off down the hall. Rhea was speed walking down the hall, smile as wide as the sun with Seth hot on her heels, his hands on her sides as he tickled her.

The giggles that left her mouth nearly had Dean seeing red.

If it wasn't for his girl, Seth might have had Dean's water bottle to the face at lightening speed.

The two reached him and exchanged one last interaction, the brunette swatting at Seth's playful hands as he chuckled.

"Nice job out there baby," The caramel skinned brunette grinned, hopping over to wrap her arms around her boyfriend's neck. "So glad I'm here to see my man in action...it's been forever," She groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. She wiggled her eyebrows as she lifted to peck his lips a couple of times. Dean grabbed at her sides, tugging her into him roughly smashing his mouth against hers, eliciting a moan from the small beauty.

Seth rolled his eyes as he watched the two become engrossed in one another and turned to congratulate Roman on their victory. He couldn't help but keep eyeing the kissing couple and was surprised to see Dean's eyes on him as his lips moved against his girlfriend's. He blinked in confusion. What was this about?

Before he could question Dean silently, the other man's eyes were closed and he was completely focused on Rhea for a couple more seconds. Some pecks and he pulled back eyeing her, his eyes twinkling in happiness.

Rhea always had the ability to make him feel better. Whether it be from a simple kiss, a brush of her hand against him or a smile, it didn't take much.

He pulled the young woman beside him, wrapping an arm around her waist possessively.

It was silent for a moment after Seth turned from Roman and he gave the copper blonde a huge grin.

Dean didn't return it.

"Awesome as always, Ambrose."

Dean gave a little grunt and some mumbled words of thanks. After, he looked at Roman giving him a quick nod before he gripped at Rhea's side tightly, brushing by Seth with a bump.

Rhea placed her hand upon her boyfriend's chest eyeing him curiously.

"Dean," She questioned quietly.

Seth watched on with Roman, only turning to inquire what was up once the couple made it around the corner out of sight.

"What's his deal," He asked, cocking a thumb their way.

Roman studied the area where their friend had been and made a face, shrugging his shoulders.

"Hell if I know man. What did you do," Roman eyed him.

"Nothing as far as I know..."


She wanted to pry at whatever it was bothering her boyfriend but one dark look from him when she uttered his name softly again left her worried as Dean gripped her wrist rather tightly.

He was a man on a mission. And she doubted he was ready to confide in her right now, for whatever reason. He was rounding corners, dodging people and items and Rhea had no choice but to stumble after lest she fall.

It was almost as if he was putting distance between himself and something, or someone and she wanted to ask but Dean's demeanor had her silent and nervous.

He turned one more corner and Rhea frowned but before any more words were spoken she was yanked forward and spun around, her back hitting the stoned wall, hard. She tried to take in her surroundings but like she had suspected seconds ago, the hallway was dimly lit, a few of the lights being used and very much deserted.

"De-"

"Shh," Dean shushed her harshly, his mouth possessing hers as he pushed into her to the point where her breath was leaving her rather quickly between his lips and his body against her own.

He licked and nipped at her lips. All around sloppily, hungrily kissing her, his mouth firm and insistent against hers. It quickly became apparent what he had in mind when his hand gripped and tugged at her hair on the back of her skull, his erection thumping against her stomach. Her head hit the wall giving her a little shock as his lips descended on her neck and she felt the harsh pull of her skin between his teeth. She gasped and he slapped at her side making her jump before he was holding her small body tight up against his hard, taut one, leaving no room for escape.

His teeth scraped further down her neck and his other gripped at one of her cheeks exceptionally hard. Rhea let out a stuttered gasp and whimper, not able to help but grip at his arms tightly. Her nails were on the verge of digging into his skin. He let go of her ass and hair to lift her up around his waist and Rhea quickly wrapped around him, panting. Her dress rode up and her arousal scented the air.

Dean gave a dark and predatory grin, a low growl building up in his chest and suddenly Rhea's panties were ripped in two. He nuzzled his face against her neck and Rhea tried to hold on for dear life when his fingers found purchase with her soaked skin. He gave her no time to prepare before two fingers sunk into her pushing and pulling at a fast and harsh pace.

"Oh shit, Dean!"

Dean smacked at a cheek hard, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. He gave her a head shake.

"Gotta be quiet, woman" He snarled, stopping momentarily to pull from her and lick what covered his fingers and then he deftly sunk three into her core planting his lips against hers, silencing her as he continued on.

Rhea squirmed and gripped at him, struggling to keep her breathing steady and her noises quieted.

She was failing miserably as he attacked her warmth.

"Whose pussy is this Rhea," He groaned, continuing to jab into her, driving her crazy. Her juices overflowed like crazy only urging Dean to go further and harder still, faster even.

"Y-Your's," She moaned brokenly.

Dean started a rub against her swollen clit with the bottom of his palm and Rhea shuddered.

"Say it again," He ordered.

"Your's Dean...fucking yours! I'm so close!"

"Rhea," He warned.

"S-Sorry," She moaned. The brunette was so overcome with pleasure it nearly brought her to tears.

"You wanna cum," Dean asked, pushing on her bud a little harder. She nodded eagerly. "Soak these fingers, girl. Soak them," He rasped.

And Rhea did just that, pulling and pushing at Dean as her walls fluttered and clenched, leaving a delicious flowing warmth in it's wake.

"Fuck baby," Dean panted. He watched as his girl shook and trembled trying to come back down to earth and calm her nerves but he had other ideas.

There was a jingle of his belt as she was opening her eyes once more but a swift thrust of his hips and his cock plunged into her warmth making her shriek.

Dean growled. Her pussy was always so snug and sopping wet when he showed any form of aggression with her. It was such a fucking turn on.

He started pumping into her roughly, her back hitting and leaving the wall with every stroke.

"Oh god, oh yes! Yes Dean, YES!"

He was beyond the point of caring if they got caught as he abused her cunt. The only thing running through his mind was claiming what was rightfully his.

This was his pussy, his woman!

His pounding grew quicker, the noise of their fucking bouncing off the walls as Rhea made every noise she could under the sun.

"Fuck! So fucking tight! You cumming baby? Give me that fucking cum," He demanded harshly, his hand finding her neck, the other gripped at her forgotten globe and his uneven nails dug in.

Rhea's eyes widened and Dean tightened his grip around her neck a bit. She gazed at him in delight, grasping at his hair as he kept up his deep thrusts.

"Who's the man," He grinned cockily.

His words and his actions caused the woman in his arms to claw all over his back and shoulders as she crossed her feet behind him. Her walls clenched around his dick.

"You. Are. Fuck. Yes," She ground out, as everything caused her to come undone. Her clit rubbing against his pelvis, his harsh pumps, the words, the slight pain from his nails in her skin and his hand around her neck. The exhilarating feeling that came from the chance that they could be caught at any moment...

Her juices soaked his cock, her walls pulsing, suddenly milking him for all he was worth.

"Sssshit!" He twitched and throbbed into her. His held her against him tightly by her ass now as his thrusting slowed, his skin still teasing at her bundles of nerves bringing about another wave.

"Deeeeann!"

Dean slowed to a stop and held her close. Held her until they both stop shaking, until their breath evened out. Waited till their heart rate returned to normal.

He dropped his forehead against hers and let out puff of breath.

"Fucking mine. I love you woman."

Rhea panted, struggling to catch her breath.

"Love...love you too."


It was nearly an hour later and Dean's attitude had calmed drastically, mostly in part to their earlier romp.

For Rhea it was a little unnerving. Dean had always been known to have his aggressive moments with her. Hell, she practically welcomed it with opened arms but the attack from earlier left her confused and just a tad worried.

It had came at her randomly and while she loved it...she wondered what it was about.

Dean watched his girl with a satisfied sigh as she glanced up at the TV. Her attention moving between her food and the match on the screen. He held in a laugh as she ate, more like shoveled, food into her mouth because (he knew) he had worked up her appetite.

All of a sudden her back straightened and she looked at the TV with extreme worry, her brow furrowing.

"Seth," She whispered.

It was nearly enough to bring back his foul mood tenfold.

"We have to go check on him, Dean. He could be hurt."

She was looking at him now. Giving him those classic puppy dog eyes…

'Damn it….' "I'm sure he's fine babe, it's all part of the show."

Her lower lip jutted out dramatically and she tilted her head. If it wasn't so cute he would have laughed at how comical it looked.

Damn him for loving this woman.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine," He grumbled. "Let's go check on your precious…"Sethie", he finished with air quotations.

Truth is he wanted to let him rot...and this was one of his best friends!

But he could swear Seth's feelings for his woman were less than innocent now...or so he thought. It's funny, just earlier he was so sure Seth's feelings towards his girl were fine...innocent.

Sighing dramatically he lifted and grabbed her hand in his.

'Let's get this over with.' He mused silently. He simply gave her a tight smile and lead her out the door of the locker room and down the hall.

'Gonna have to have a talk with ol Sethie poo soon.' He pondered, lips tightening as he opened the door to the trainers room.

'Real soon, He decided as he watched Seth's eyes light up at Rhea's presence after she entered the room.