Chapter 11

"I think he's in shock." Jeff pointed out, green eyes darkening upon seeing Corence and licked his lips hungrily. "You mind if I take you for a spin on the Imag-I-nation train, baby?"

"Damn it, why didn't I bring my wife?" Paul groaned, downing 2 shots of Jack, one right after the other.

"Because you're a moron." Matt replied, walking over to his girlfriend and draped an arm around her.

"Nope, not fair to the other guys." Ashley admonished sweetly, dropping down onto a bar stool, crossing one leg over the other.

"Believe me Jem, I'm noticing." John replied, eyeing her blatantly, his baby blues sparkling wickedly, a sensual smile on his lips.

Mark groaned, stepping behind the bar and adjusted himself, both shocked and turned on by how his wife was acting. Though he was about to rip John's throat out. He poured himself a shot of bourbon, downing it without flinching, followed by another.

"We just standin' around flappin' our gums?" He demanded hoarsely.

"Well brother dear…no, ya'll are gawking while we're…being angels." Corence replied pleasantly, looking at Jeff appraisingly. "Darlin', you might wanna move before Steve decks you." She cautioned, winking at him and dropped down on the couch. Slowly crossing one leg over the other, Corence almost gave a glimpse of what WASN'T under her skirt.

Glen was the first one to notice. "I'm up for that strip poker idea!"

"I'm sure you are, Glenie boy." Jemma replied in that same seductive voice, walking over to the table and stood on it, placing her hands on her hips. "Now then, strip poker is a little..." She paused, studying her nails, which were painted a deep royal blue. "Cliché, don't you think ladies?" She asked nonchalantly, licking her upper lip slowly. "Johnny boy, I think you might wanna duck, babe."

Steve put Jeff in a mean headlock, bringing him down to the floor, growling. "What did you-" The words died on his lips when he got a glimpse of what his girlfriend WASN'T wearing under her skirt and felt his mouth go dry.

"Damn it that hurt!" Jeff groaned, not noticing what Steve had caught and grumbled as he went over to get a shot for himself.

Randy now stood right in front of Jemma, his piercing blue eyes staring into hers and shook his head as he laughed. "Nope, not happening. You're hot and everything, Jem, but you're too much like a little sister to me." He eyed Ashley and Corence then. "But they are not."

"Next you boys will want to play spin the bottle or 7 minutes in the closet." Ashley shook her head, snorting. "Not that I'm complaining because chances are, you fuckers would be making out with each other."

Corence snickered, taking another swallow of her Vodka and smiled placidly at Randy. "I'm not like your sister?" She asked, batting her eyelashes innocently at him.

Mark grabbed his wife around her slim waist and set her down on the floor, growling. "Yer a tease, darlin'." He murmured in her ear, wincing when she elbowed him and ducked under his arms, swallowing down another shot.

"Now, now Marky boy, you can't maul me in front of all these strapping reinforcements. What kind of host would you be then?" Jemma chided playfully, teal eyes gleaming impishly.

"Hell, she ain't like my sister." John replied, grinning from ear to ear, smirking when Glen nodded in agreement.

"I'm moving to Texas permanently. They don't make them like this in Tennessee."

"Fuck strip poker. Let's do something else." Matt suggested, watching as Ashley settled down next to Corence, groaning when they both uncrossed their legs at the same time. "Hey…are you…?" He arched an eyebrow.

Ashley blinked, moving to rest her arm over Corence's legs. "No peeking now."

"Shit, you little dare devils…Truth or dare?"

Jemma laughed when both Ashley and Corence shouted 'truth' at the same time. "They're not THAT stupid, Matty." She shook her head, downing the rest of her drink and bent down, her legs completely straight to fill her glass again.

"My god…" Randy groaned, NOW seeing that neither Ashley OR Corence were wearing any panties and downed a shot of whiskey, filling it immediately. "I have a fiancée. I have a fiancée…" He kept reminding himself.

"I have a wife. I have a wife. I have a-" Paul groaned as he downed his 5th straight shot.

Steve growled, walking over to his girlfriend, and stood right in front of her, not letting anyone else catch any glimpses. "SHE'S TAKEN, FUCKERS!" He roared tensely.

"OH come ON! Take the dare!" Jeff whined, pleading almost, his green eyes locked on Corence since Ashley was too much of a sister to him.

"We're playin' by OUR rules." Corence stated serenely, leaning over and whispered something to Ashley, smirking at Steve's back.

Mark shook his head, leaning back and watching it all unfold, not believing his wife or sister for that matter, wondering what the hell had got into them. Then he chalked it up to this being their way of relieving tension over this whole David situation. Deciding for now to let things be, that was until Mark felt he really had to break someone's jaw, like John's.

John tilted his head to the side, watching Jemma and strolled over to get himself a drink. "Love them panties." He murmured, brushing against her as he reached for a bottle of whiskey.

Glen arched an eyebrow, exchanging looks with Matt when Ashley stood up behind Steve. "What the hell?" Matt muttered, watching Steve jump.

Ashley giggled, her hand busy out of sight before sitting back down next to Corence. "Told you." She whispered.

"I bet you do."

Her long fiery red hair flowed over her shoulder as Jemma walked past John back to her spot beside Mark. She took a sip of her drink and suddenly brought Mark's face to hers, passionately kissing him. Pulling back, she wiped the gloss from his lips with sparkling slightly darkened teal eyes. That was her way of telling John she was OFF limits and belonged to Mark. Jemma softly kissed him one last time and took her seat beside Corence, done teasing for now.

"So ladies, what shall we do next?"

Steve blinked, looking down at Ashley and then back at his girlfriend. He smirked, sitting down between them and cleared his throat. "If you ladies wanted a 3 way, why didn't you say somethin'?"

"Oh Hell NO! You're not having a 3 way without us, man!" Randy protested and groaned, remembering he had a beautiful fiancée at home and downed another shot.

Paul sighed heavily as he shook his head, excusing himself and rushed upstairs to the bathroom to take care of some personal business.

"You know he's going to slap his monkey, right?" Jeff asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Corence burst out laughing, doubling over. "Oh my god…Jeff, go help him!" She shrieked, shaking her finger at Steve. "Nuh-uh honey, this is a sexcapade for us only, you're not even allowed to WATCH." She teased seductively.

"Shit, I say we go for a swim or something." Ashley suggested, looking at Jemma and grinned. "I'm roasting my ass off, it's getting hotter than hell in here what with all the testosterone." She stood up, yanking both Jem and Corence up, dragging them out of the house. Laughing as they both protested, Ashley ignored them and stripped down, diving into the large pool. "Much better!" She sighed, keeping her alcohol above water.

Mark smirked at the pained look on John's face. "Mine." He said, chuckling when John groaned and shook his head. "Lotion's in the bathroom cabinet. You can go help Paul."

Matt and Glen had followed the women, not about to miss whatever was happening. "Nice, Ash is looking well-toned these days."

"I know." Matt agreed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, grinning from ear to ear. "$20 bucks says you won't…" His voice dropped to a whisper.

The next second, Jemma's nightgown was gone and she was in the pool in just her panties. Jemma broke the surface, a smile adorned on her face and sighed as she leaned back, paddling on the surface. Her red hair was wet, splaying around her on the water, the moonlight setting her in a glow and closed her eyes.

"Mmm so nice, thanks Glenie boy…" She purred in approval, loving the cool water.

"Holy hell…" Randy was at a complete loss for words after that as he watched Jemma paddle on the surface, her breasts in CLEAR view. "Okay, maybe I was wrong…"

Steve didn't care about Jemma because that was Mark's business. When he saw his girlfriend get pulled in the pool by Ashley, that was all he could handle. He physically dragged her out after jumping in, thrusting her over his shoulder and smacked her ass, carting her into the house to get some clothes on.

"You've had enough fun, honey…" He stated, not able to take anymore.

"Well SHIT! I didn't know you put out like that, Jemma!" Jeff exclaimed and groaned when he was popped upside the head by Randy.

"Hey Paul! You okay up there, old man?" John called out upstairs, snickering when he heard Paul curse.

"Shut up, Cena, before I come down there and spray this on you!" Paul growled, causing both Jeff and John to gag.

Jeff had gone back inside, not able to stand watching half naked women any longer without jumping one of them.

Corence shrieked, wiggling against her boyfriend. "Smack me again, Steven, and I'm gonna deck you!" She threatened, groaning when he smacked her again. "Help! He's gonna molest me!" She cried out.

"Super Matt to the rescue!" Matt snickered, grabbing her hands and pulled her out of Steve's grasp, catching her when she almost fell. "Now-now Steve, no hauling her off. We're all getting reacquainted here. Oh shit!" Matt tossed her over his shoulder and bolted when Steve lunged.

Steve growled, tackling Matt to the ground and kicked him in the ribs, hauling his girlfriend over his shoulder again. "That'll teach you to get involved in somethin' that's none of your business, boy." He snorted, carting a kicking and screaming Corence upstairs to get some clothes on her.

"I can walk, Steven!"

Corence grunted when she was roughly set down once they were in their room and shook the water off of her. Sending droplets everywhere, Corence pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved button up shirt, quickly donning them. Steve smiled as he pulled her against him, right between his legs, and rubbed her hips gently with his thumbs.

"I love you, Cor." He murmured, standing up and kissed her lips softly, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm not mad, darlin', but Matt had that one comin'." He hoped she wasn't mad at him.

"Super Matt." She corrected with a grin, laying down on the bed with a sigh and draped an arm over his eyes. Her head reeled from how many shots she'd consumed in such a short amount of time. "I think I'm buzzin', darlin'." She giggled, hazel eyes glazed over.

Steve chuckled, sliding in bed with her and wrapped his massive arms around her waist, kissing her neck and lips. "Just relax, honey." He whispered in her ear, snuggling with his girlfriend and ran his fingers through her wet hair as the sleep slowly claimed his body.

Corence just lay in bed for a while with her buzz, thinking about what was coming up. David. She couldn't get her mind off of David and why he wanted her so badly. She knew he was going over the line with obsession. She didn't even know what to call this, but that certainly wasn't it. She sighed, running her fingers along Steve's forearms and smiled when he tightened his hold on her.

When this was all over with, Corence was going to sit down with the man holding her and discuss the possibility of marriage. She wanted a family with him and the only way to do that was to get married because she refused to bring a child into the world without both a mother and father. She loved Steve and he loved her, so they should get married, like Mark and Jemma did after only a year of knowing each other. She knew Steve close to 3 years now and couldn't wait any longer. With that thought in mind, Corence finally allowed sleep to claim her body, hoping David didn't get his hands on her when all of this was said and done.

Meanwhile, Mark frowned watching the mayhem in his backyard and rolled his eyes, not believing this. He shook his head and peeled off his shirt, not about to miss out on the fun and stand around gawking like a kid. He dived into the pool, his body slicing through the water smoothly and swam up behind his wife.

"Hello darlin'." He growled huskily in her ear.

Jemma shivered when she heard her husband's growl behind her and giggled as his arms wrapped around her, causing her to snuggle back against him. "You know I'm only yours, right?"

She wanted to assure him that she wasn't interested in anyone except him at that moment. Jemma turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck since he was eyelevel with her. Her teal eyes sparkled as she caressed Mark's face with the back of her hand and kissed him softly.

"I love you, Mark." She whispered and felt her heart leap in her throat, knowing that wasn't an act. She really meant it.

Mark nodded, aware everyone crept back into the house. The party was officially over and Mark wrapped his arms around her. "I know, darlin', I love you too." He murmured, bending his head down to kiss her again, slowly deepening the kiss. "Yer still a tease, Jem." He whispered against her lips.

"I know, but you love it." She chortled, letting water droplets slide down her cheek and sighed as she snuggled against her husband. Her husband. That's what this man was to her right now. Did she really want to let that go? Melting against him, Jemma just enjoyed the moment as her wedding ring sparkled in the moonlight.

"What's on your mind, darlin'?" Mark asked, moving so he floated on his back, pulling her into a position where she was straddling his waist, staring up at her curiously and could tell she was lost in thought.

"Just thinking about you and how wonderful you are." She replied, half lying and bent down to brush her lips against his.

They stayed out there for a while, just holding each other, knowing whatever was coming their way would not be pretty. Jemma sighed as she closed her eyes, allowing a few tears to slide down the corners of her eyes as she laid her head on her husband's chest. Thankful they mixed perfectly with the water in the pool.