Chapter 9

Whistling echoed around the shower room as Joe finished his shower, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Joe thought long and hard about how he could make things up to Mia, deciding flowers were the best route to go. It was a start and Joe could only hope she liked white lilies. For some reason, she looked like the type of woman who enjoyed lilies and they were almost as beautiful as her. She was an Indian beauty with caramel colored skin that looked soft to the touch and long thick raven hair spun out of silk. Her deep brown eyes and naturally long black lashes added to her beauty – it was no wonder the WWE had snagged her up to be a WWE Diva the first chance presented.

Mia had been in the company longer than Joe and from the moment he laid eyes on her, he wanted her. Why hadn't he pursued her? The only excuse Joe could come up with that made sense was he didn't want any distractions and dating a coworker didn't seem like a smart thing to do. Now that Joe was established in the company in one of the most dominant teams in WWE history, he started having a change of heart regarding Mia. He just had to figure out how to approach Mia since scaring the hell out of her didn't work. Since the Shield's locker room had been ransacked lately, the men didn't know who to trust, but that was still no excuse to treat Mia the way Joe had.

Shutting the shower off and stepping out, Joe wrapped a towel around his waist hanging low on his muscular hips. He brushed his hair out and then cleaned his teeth before readjusting the towel, walking out of the bathroom into the dressing room area. Just then, the door opened and Joe's head snapped up from sifting through his bag for his ring gear, grey locking with deep brown. Colby and Jon were down in catering thankfully or else this would've been incredibly awkward. The last person Joe expected to see was Mia and he didn't know what to do or say.

"Uh…"

Water rivulets slid down his muscular chest and Mia followed them with her eyes, feeling her mouth go dry. She was suddenly thirsty, a flood of warmth rushing through her from head to toe. He was a Samoan Adonis with a body chiseled out of stone and looked majestic – the closest to perfection Mia would see from a man. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it, feeling her cheeks begin burning a deep crimson red. All she wanted to do was thank Joe for the flowers, but now…now her brain had dove into the gutter and Mia couldn't pull herself out.

"I – I just…"

Joe heard the stammer and shakiness in her voice, not wanting the Indian goddess to be nervous around him. While she did a sweep of his practically naked body, Joe did one of hers and could already feel his cock rising against the towel. Mia wore a pair of black pants that hugged her hips perfectly along with a turquoise halter top, exposing her shoulders. Her long black hair was currently up in a tight bun on top of her head, a few tendrils framing her face and wine colored knee high boots completed her outfit. She hadn't changed into her wrestling attire for the show that night, so either Mia didn't have a match/promo or she hadn't changed yet. A smirk curved his sensual lips as Joe slowly moved toward her, like a predator stalking its prey. Mia smiled nervously, taking a step back with each one he took until she hit the wall with Joe towering over her and tried slowing her rapid heartbeat. Smoldering grey consumed her as his large hands planted on the wall on either side of her head, his head lowering until their noses brushed together. Mia snaked her tongue out to wet her lips and that was enough invitation for Joe to make his move.

Before Mia could decipher what was happening, Joe captured her mouth with his in a soft heated kiss that made her toes curl in her boots. She returned the kiss with equal amount of passion and buried her fingers in his long black wet tresses, pressing her body closer to his. Without breaking the kiss, Joe slid his strong hands down her sides, hips and grabbed her outer thighs, lifting Mia up against the wall until her legs wrapped around his waist. She instantly felt his erection come in contact with her pant covered sex and knew she'd need a change of panties once this moment ended. Mia slid her hands up and down his chest, loving the feeling of his muscles rippling beneath her touch. His tongue kept brushing against her lips and Mia finally gave Joe access, a deep throaty moan following as soon as their tongues touched for the first time.

Only when they both needed oxygen to breathe did Mia break the kiss, both of them breathing erratically. Joe went to attack her neck and Mia stopped him, their eyes locking once again. The thought of having sex with him in the Shield dressing room wasn't appeasing, especially since the 2 other members could walk in on them at any moment. Mia also refused to have sex with him this soon, but that didn't mean she was done with him. Catching her breath, Mia pressed soft kisses against Joe's neck, starting from left to right and smiled at his groan, the bulge behind that towel hardening more.

"I have a question for you." She said gently, pulling back to look into his grey orbs again.

"What is it?" Joe rumbled, not able to keep the huskiness out of his deep voice and stroked her sides with his thumbs in circular motions.

His voice alone sent shivers down her spine, but Mia somehow maintained her composure. "Do you have a match tonight?" It took a lot of control on her part to keep her voice from shaking.

That was a weird question from Mia, but Joe wouldn't deny her an answer. "No baby girl, just a promo with my bros." He quirked a thick black brow down at her, seeing the evil glint flash in her brown eyes. "Why?"

"Set me down and I'll tell you."

Joe could tell something was on her beautiful deviant mind and did as Mia wanted, setting her back down on her feet. He blinked when she pushed him against the wall, flicking her tongue over each of his erect pectorals. A growl escaped Joe, his grey eyes widening not expecting her to do that. His gaze snapped down to Mia, watching her mouth travel lower down his toned stomach and her nails slid down Joe's sides just to add to the sensations.

"Mia…" Joe groaned out when he realized what she was doing, her soft hands on his towel ready to yank it away. "Baby girl…"

"Just relax, Joe. I promise you'll enjoy this." Mia assured him and removed the towel, tossing it over her shoulder eyeing his hardened cock hungrily.

Was this really happening? Joe had to pinch his arm to make sure he wasn't dreaming and shut his eyes when her tongue slid across the tip of his cock. Mia lowered to her knees, the desire overtaking her body and gripped Joe's muscular backside, digging her nails in the meaty flesh. Her tongue continued swirling around the head of Joe's cock and Mia could taste the pre-cum, which ignited her blood further. It'd been a while since she gave oral to a man and Joe was huge compared to any other men she'd been with. The size alone scared her, but Mia went too far to pull back and wouldn't stop until she properly thanked him for the flowers. His long nimble fingers delved into her bound hair and Joe leaned his head back against the wall, gritting his teeth at her sweet mouth devouring him. Mia took him in her mouth as far as she could go, thanking the stars above she didn't have gag reflex or else this would've ended badly. Joe didn't care that she only got a quarter of his cock in her mouth, just the fact she was doing this blew his mind. He was engorged and the vision of her mouth wrapped around his cock would be an image Joe would forever sear into his memory. To add even further pleasure to the moment, Mia began massaging his balls while driving his cock in and out of her mouth, head bobbing repeatedly.

"Mia, oh fuck…" Joe growled, tightening his hands in her hair and heard her whimpering, hoping he wasn't hurting her. "Oh yeah, give it to me – I need it, baby girl! Make me cum…" Was he begging this petite woman to end his suffering?

He was close. Mia could feel his balls tensing along with his thighs and increased the pace, humming to send vibrations throughout his 6'3 frame. That was all Joe could handle, not able to hold back his orgasm any longer and waited for her to drive him into her mouth one final time before exploding. Mia clutched his backside to the point of leaving half-moon crescent shapes in his skin and swallowed every drop of his essence. He tasted better than Mia could've hoped for or imagined and loved the sound of her name bellowing out of his mouth. Not pulling back until Joe's cock went limp in her mouth, Mia released him and stood up wiping the corners of her mouth just in case. It wouldn't do her any favors to go out to the ring for her segment with cum surrounding her mouth.

"Thanks for the flowers, handsome." Mia sent him a quick wink over her shoulder on her way out the door and headed to the women's restroom to straighten herself up.

All Joe could do was watch the Indian goddess leave, standing there dumbfounded and breathless over what just happened between them.


"Are you kidding me?"

Anisa felt like blowing her brains out with a shotgun, not believing she had to once again track down employees for their signatures. What was so hard about taking 3 measly seconds to sign-in and follow WWE protocol? Pinching the bridge of her nose, Anisa was pleasantly surprised to see the Shield hadn't forgotten to sign in, but…another group had. The Wyatt Family. Bray, Luke and Erick. Nobody called them by their real names because they fully believed in their characters, not to mention all 3 preferred their character names instead of their birth ones. It reminded Anisa of her ex-husband since Mark absolutely loathed being called by his birth name by his coworkers and peers. Very few people were allowed to call him Mark and she'd been one of them, even after they divorced. Sighing, Anisa didn't want to deal with the Wyatt Family, but Rick would have a conniption fit if she didn't get them and do her job. She had no choice in the matter and took a deep breath, deciding to get them out of the way first.

Swallowing hard when she arrived at the Wyatt Family dressing room, Anisa knew she couldn't show them nervousness or they would eat her alive. She squared her shoulders and brought her hand up, knocking on the door with great reluctance. A few seconds later, it opened revealing Erick Rowan with his bald head and ginger beard, intense eyes staring down at her through the infamous lamb mask he always wore to the ring. Personally, Anisa didn't get what a lamb had to do with the Wyatt Family's image, but she kept those thoughts to herself.

"I need your signatures." She congratulated herself for keeping her voice even and strong, though Anisa's insides were quaking.

Erick raised a brow down at the petite honey blonde under the lamb mask and could tell she refused to step into the locker room. Smart woman, but in this case she really didn't have a choice. Grabbing her upper arm, he ignored her gasp of protest and yanked her into the dark room, shutting the door behind them. The only light Anisa could see was the infamous lantern the Wyatt's always made their ring entrance with. Adjusting her midnight blue eyes to the darkness fairly quickly, Anisa noticed Bray sitting in the middle of the room in the rocking chair, which creaked softly while he moved back and forth in it slowly. The sound sent chills of fear down Anisa's spine, but she had to stay strong and focused, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"What pray tell brings you to my domain, sweetheart?" Bray's smooth calm voice asked, eyeballing her through ice blue eyes.

Anisa stepped forward and handed over the clipboard with the sign-in sheet attached, feeling it slip from her fingers. "You need to sign it along with Erick and Luke." She could feel either Erick or Luke standing directly behind her, not able to determine who it was because both of them were tall. "We're not tolerating employees not to follow the policy anymore and anyone who doesn't start signing in when they get to the arena will be written up." Rick's words, not hers and Anisa hoped they didn't kill the messenger since that's all she was.

An evil laughter resonated around the dressing room as Bray continued rocking back and forth in his chair, not bothering to look down at the paperwork in his hand. "You know, sweetheart, you're awfully brave to come here by your lonesome without your overprotective brother." Long dark brown curls hung in his face, his patent fedora dangling off the back of the rocking chair.

Feeling hot breath on her ear and neck, all Anisa wanted to do was escape the dressing room in one piece and could swear she saw lightning flashing through Bray's eyes. "I can take care of myself, Mr. Wyatt." She informed him coolly, goose bumps popping up all over her body and watched him stand up, squaring his broad muscular shoulders to tower over her.

"She's as stubborn as Punk's little girlfriend. Mmm how I enjoyed cornering her earlier tonight." Luke taunted, unable to resist since Anisa was the sister of Bray's worst enemy in the company currently.

Anisa could only imagine what happened and felt sick to her stomach, keeping her gaze solely on Bray. "Sign it so I can be on my way."

"Hmm you didn't say please…" Bray enjoyed toying with her a little and could see the resolve in her midnight eyes, perfect vision through the darkness.

Taking the pen off the clipboard, Bray scrawled his signature on the paperwork and then handed it to Luke, demanding him to sign it. Erick followed and handed it back to Bray a few seconds later, who in turn extended the clipboard to the honey blonde. Anisa took it, muttered a quick 'thank you' to keep everything professional and hightailed it out of the locker room, evil laughter echoing behind her. Anisa did not stop or look back, rounding the corner and slammed right into a brick wall of flesh, every part of her shaking like a leaf.

"No!" She cried out when a pair of hands reached out to grab her and snapped tear-filled midnight blues open, relief flooding her body at the sight of Jonathan Good.

Jon quickly regained his bearings and had to check on Anisa to make sure he didn't hurt her. "Jesus Anisa, what happened?" He demanded, seeing how shaken up she was and blinked when she threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life.

Anisa was thankful it was Jon she ran into and not someone who hated her because of her relation to Phil, refusing to let him go.