Chapter 7
"Kane's Bar n Grill, you maim 'em, we flame 'em."
Mark chuckled and began talking to his best friend about his cunning plan.
"So let me get this straight..." Glen said after having interrupted Mark so many times his friend had threatened to reach through the phone and kill him, which Glen was fairly certain Mark just might be able to do. "You want me to date a fan of YOURS who also happens to be your current flings best friend? That is screwed up! Is she hot?"
Mark started laughing, rolling his eyes. "I guess, my eyes weren't on HER."
"The blonde...yeah, her ass was so firm, tell you what my mini monster got the hell spanked out of-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll hunt you down and kill you."
~!~
Jetta arrived at home and threw her keys on the kitchen table, taking the band out of her hair, and undid the braid as she fluffed her hair out. Her stomach was rumbling since she hadn't stayed for lunch. That's what Vince did. He made her appetite diminish. What did Linda see in him honestly? The man was a controlling, manipulative, judgmental bastard who didn't care about anyone else, but himself. Sighing, Jetta made herself a sandwich, ignoring her cell phone when it rang. She was too hungry at the moment and went in the living room to watch a movie.
Mark rolled his eyes when he got her voicemail, sighing. "Darlin', we're going out tonight around eight, be ready." He didn't ask, he told. And he sure as hell didn't say something stupid like 'this is Mark', if she didn't know his voice after all the sweet nothings and various other choice words he'd poured into her ears last night, then he wasn't doing his job right.
She got his voicemail at a quarter to eight, having fallen asleep on the couch, and groaned. Damn it, she had her phone on vibrate and had ignored it! Shit! What was she going to do? The outfit she had on would have to do as she quickly slipped her knee high boots on and immediately zoomed into the room, redoing her makeup.
Her hair was slightly wavy from the braid it'd been in so she decided to leave it down, brushing through it, and placed a midnight blue choker on that had a skull with crossbones hanging from it. She looked at the door when a knock sounded on it and seen it was one minute to eight, smiling. She took a deep breath and walked over, opening it, and seen emerald green eyes staring back at her.
His eyes did their customary sweep of her, smiling, and reached out to take the skull on her choker between surprisingly gentle fingers. "Nice." He murmured, more then tempted to skip the date and stay in. But...he could hear Glen's big mouth running from the SUV he had rented. "Double date." He said with a smirk. "You think Cayla would mind keeping my friend out of my hair?"
Jetta poked her head out and smiled, waving to Glen before smirking back at Mark, seeing his green eyes glittering back at her wickedly. "Let me give her a call." She said and whipped her cell phone out, raising an eyebrow when he stopped her before leading her out of her apartment. She already had her wallet and keys on her along with her phone, which was currently in Mark's hand, seeing Cayla was already waiting in the car. She was sitting in the back with Glen while Mark opened her door for her. "I'm not even going to ask how he got a hold of you." She laughed when Cayla smacked her and buckled up, the lunch with her cousins suddenly forgotten. "So where are we going?"
"No idea, they wouldn't tell me." Cayla replied, flicking her fiery red hair over her shoulder, grey eyes narrowing wickedly when Glen shot her a look. "Behave baldy."
"Hey, that hurt..." Glen rubbed his head with a stung expression.
"Don't you worry about where we're going, it'll suit you just fine." Mark said as he got in, reaching automatically for her hand. "You two behave back there."
"Uh huh, I can just imagine." Jetta replied dryly, squeezing his hand and smiled as their fingers laced together. "Now, now be nice to poor Glen, Cay."
She smirked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You wouldn't believe it. I get this call from your man..."
Jetta groaned, burying her face in her free hand. "Cayla, do you mind if I duct tape your mouth shut?"
"Ooo kinky baby!" She giggled and ran her hand up Jetta's arm. "You know I'm strictly dickly though."
"Yeah, but you like a little pussy every now and then."
"Who doesn't?"
Both girls laughed.
Mark caught Glen's eye in the rearview mirror, both men arching eyebrows, identical wicked grins on their faces.
"So," Glen pulled Cayla back into his arms, stretching his legs out on the seat, her on his lap. "You ladies are a little kinky."
Mark already knew what Glen was going to say and could only smirk.
"I'm thinking a hotel room; king sized bed, and a party."
"King sized?"
"Think it'll fit all four of us?"
"Sorry Glenie boy, I'm not into the whole orgy deal."
"Me either, though can you imagine being sandwiched between the Brothers of Destruction?"
"The what?"
Cayla laughed as she shook her head. "I keep forgetting you don't know wrestling. Glen's character is Kane and Mark's character, you know now, is the Undertaker. When they're together, they're called the Brothers of Destruction." She explained with a grin, grey eyes sparkling.
"Oh. No, no definitely not. I'll take the handsome one and you can have baldy."
"I resent that! Glen is very handsome, especially when he's the Big Red Machine."
"Okay, I think it's official. My cousins are running a porn program."
"Apparently. Though now I'm interested in this sandwiching idea."
"Sorry, if Jetta's not interested then I'm not." Mark snorted.
"So if I COULD talk her into an orgy, you'd join in?"
"As long as no pictures are snapped."
"And I called the ladies kinky..."
"You two can have your own orgy fest, I'm too greedy to share Mark."
She refused to call him anything else because he wasn't Undertaker in her eyes. He was a guy she met at Sturgis and his name was Mark. Hell, she didn't even know his last name and he didn't know hers. She was fine with that though.
"I don't think Glen could handle me."
"Yeah, you are a hellcat when you want to be." Jetta giggled when Glen's jaw dropped. "I really think you have your hands full, baldy."
Cayla giggled as she kissed the top of his head, winking at him. "I think you're sexy being bald." She winked and laughed when he growled.
"If you two are doing what I THINK you're doing back there, I'm going to kick BOTH of your asses and don't even think I won't."
"You can try, but nothing stops the Big Red Machine." Glen taunted, loving it when Cayla giggled again. Mark sure had done a great job in hooking him up. He made a mental note to go easy on his friend next time they were in the ring.
"I'm fairly certain a right hook to the jaw would." Mark said casually, raising a hand up and making a massive fist.
"And then again..."
Cayla laughed as she shook her finger at him, moving to get more comfortable on Glen's lap since she was currently straddling it. "So what did your cousin want at lunch today Jetta?" She asked, having been meaning to ask her.
Every part of Jetta's body tensed, including her hand, and she stared out the window. "I don't want to talk about it." She stated evenly, the tone of her voice implying it wasn't up for discussion.
"Uh oh, not Vince again..."
"CAYLA!"
"Sorry Jet." Cayla sighed as she lowered her head, knowing she crossed a line with her friend, and patted her shoulder. "You know I'm here for you right?"
"Thanks, sorry for yelling at you." She apologized, cracking a smile, and squeezed her friend's hand in return.
"Not a problem sweetie- GLEN!" She squealed when he pinched her side.
This time Mark was silent, his face in a neutral expression. "You and Vince don't get along?" He asked quietly, glancing across the console at her, seeing the way she stiffened, wondering what his boss had done to ruin her day.
"Nobody gets along with Vince, he's an asshole." Glen snorted, busy pinching Cayla in other places. "You best stop squirming on my lap, wench."
"Then stop pinching me before I make your problem worse!" She giggled and pinched him back, though it was in a place neither Mark or Jetta needed to see.
"No, I don't." Jetta stated, her voice even, hating to talk about her family when it came to that bastard. "Look, Vince and I don't see eye to eye. He thinks my attitude and the way I dress sucks and I told him he could shove his judgment straight up his ass. End of story. Can we talk about something else?" She felt a headache coming on and sighed, rubbing her temples, and closed her eyes.
"Yeah, sure." Mark agreed amicably, having a feeling he was going to be pissing her off by the end of the night. Maybe he'd save the upcoming discussion for after one of their bouts, knowing they'd wind up in either his bed or hers before all was said and done. She might be more receptive to what he was going to ask of her.
They ended up going out to a bar/restaurant called The Hang Out, a place Jetta and Cayla frequently visited. Cayla immediately dragged Jetta to the dance floor, effectively making her forget all about her lunch with Vince and Linda. They loved this place because it was the only joint in town that played Theatre of Tragedy music, something that Jetta was currently addicted too. They drank, ate and had a great time, with Cayla leaving with Glen and Mark driving Jetta home. She was still dancing in her seat, slightly tipsy. She didn't drink much so she only had two shots of Tequila and a daiquiri. Jetta was one who could hold her liquor as she leaned over the seat, running the tip of her tongue along Mark's ear.
"Mmm you're my new addiction, you know that?" She purred in his ear, completely turned on, not understanding what it was about this man that fueled her fire.
"Mmmm...I had an idea." Mark rumbled, wondering if she wanted him to crash because it seemed she was doing her best to make him lose control of the truck and wrap it around a tree. Damn distracting vixen. "Darlin', if you want to make it home in one piece, I wouldn't do that." He advised huskily, wondering if they'd even make it back to her apartment.
Knowing he was right, Jetta giggled softly and flicked his earlobe before moving back to sit in her seat, the seatbelt still on, and stared out the window. This was amazing, Jetta felt complete when she was with Mark and suddenly wondered if she could let him go when that time eventually came. The thought saddened her, but she firmly pushed that indication aside, deciding she would enjoy the time they had together while it lasted.
When he pulled up to her apartment, Jetta knew he was staying the night with her and stepped out of the truck, shutting the door and took Mark's hand as she guided him up to her apartment. His hands gripped her hips as she rubbed back against him, winking over her shoulder and unlocked her door as she threw the keys on the table, hearing the door shut behind her.
He felt like a giant, but then again, he got that pretty much anywhere he went. Though it might have been worse this time simply because it was a place he wasn't used too. Green eyes quickly scanned the rooms visibly, finally landing on her.
"Nice." He said finally, reaching back to let his hair out of the tail it had been in, shaking it loose. Smiling, he reached out for Jetta, pulling her into him. "Very, very nice."
She smiled back at him, melting into his arms, and brought his face down to hers softly kissing him. They slowly backtracked to her room, her leading him and stopped to briefly remove her boots, tossing them to the side in the living room. "Do you want me?"
When he growled, Jetta took her tank top off, moving back slower and dropped it to the floor before unzipping her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles before kicking it to the side. She was now clad in a midnight blue bra and panties, her hair slightly tousled from all the dancing she'd done. Her eyes darkened as she stared back at this delicious specimen who was stalking her and undressing as well, the clothes leading a trail to her bedroom.
Mark's eyes were almost black already. This woman didn't even have to touch him. Just looking at her drove him nearly out of his mind with desire. He wanted her all right, enough to sweet talk her into changing her mind.
"C'mere." He growled, kicking his boots aside and pulled Jetta against him, claiming her sweet lips, kissing her like the world was ending.
