Things are starting to heat up!
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Rachael whirled her whisky round in the crystal tumbler. It was 2am at the bar and she had heard the calling of her whisky from her bed as she tossed and turned. Pulling on her ripped black skinny jeans and a vest top she put her hair up in a messy bun and made her way downstairs.
She couldn't stop thinking about Dean. The past two days had been hell. She felt awful for getting so frustrated at work and breaking her resolve. She didn't know what he was doing to her, but she knew she needed to stop while she was ahead.
She was pleased to find that the bar was deserted when she got there, hitching up onto the bar stool and calling over the barman she ordered her usual poison and breathed heavily in relief as the liquid burnt on its way down. If she had her way she'd take the barman back to her hotel room and fuck her frustrations away. She shook her head, she was turning into Dean himself.
"Busy night?" Rachael asked making conversation, the bar man, a scruffy blonde haired young guy with tattoos snaking out the cuffs of his shirt, looked around and rose an eyebrow at her. "Small talk was never my strong point" She grinned up at him, downing the rest of the brown liquid. She handed the empty glass back without instruction and he took her silent que, topping up the glass again. She rolled her eyes over the empty room and stopped dead in her tracks as she locked eyes with the familiar pair she'd found herself thinking about far too often.
She wasn't sure when he had arrived, but something about his stealth entrance sent shivers down her spine.
"Make that two" She smirked, grabbing the second tumbler and making her approach.
She watched his eyes rake over her body and felt the familiar feeling pool in her underwear. There was something about him that she couldn't shake. She knew back in London that he would be every bit as filthy as she had thought about. Her morning showers had got a lot more interesting thinking about all the things they could get up to. The trouble was he was so god damn hard to read. One minute he was eating her up like she was his last meal, and the next he seemed like he wouldn't look twice at her. The whisky was slowly infiltrating her system and she felt her inquisitive side want to get to the bottom of his hot and cold behaviour.
"Alright, Princess?" The blonde hunk of a man's drawl made her squirm in her panties.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" She asked, it was a Sunday and he would have a busy day ahead of him tomorrow in the run up to the TLC PPV in a few week's time.
"You saying I need my beauty sleep?' He raised an eyebrow. Rachael passed the tumbler across to him and he took it from her hands, their fingers brushing. She felt electricity jolt through her and looked at him square in the eye for a split second before his gaze made her cower away.
"It wouldn't hurt, I don't think you have enough girls dropping their panties at you everywhere you go" She said dryly her words dripping in sarcasm.
"That sounds like jealousy to me sweetheart" He said downing the liquid like she had done earlier. "Or are you speaking from experience?" She stopped mid sip as their eyes connected again. She didn't understand why she couldn't keep eye contact with him. It was like he could read her thoughts and right now, they were of her dropping her panties for the man himself, and his head being buried deep between her thighs, the bristle of his stubble brushing along the sensitive skin of her thighs and his tongue tasting the juices he was responsible for.
"It'll take a lot more than your boyish charms to get in my pants, Handsome" She said, hoping it sounded more determined to him than it did to her. His palm instantly covered her hand from where it was resting on her tumbler. He leaned in dangerously close and his tongue darted out of his mouth for a split second. She could smell the whisky on his breath and by the strength of it she would hazard a guess that he had been drinking before he found his way into her presence.
"Keep telling yourself that and you might believe it eventually" He said in a low voice, each word pulsating through her body making her yearn for his touch. Just like that he was gone, taking her empty glass with him.
She watched him lean against the bar, facing her, staring at her with those eyes still no emotion on his face.
He commanded the room wherever he went, it didn't matter if it was a crowded bar, or if they were the only ones, her body was drawn to him and tonight was no exception. He dominated in everything he did. Even now, when he took a note out of his wallet and threw it down on the bar, he looked controlled and predatory. She watched the way his muscles rippled with every move he took, his black vest clinging to his chiselled torso.
"Penny for your thoughts?" His voice made her snap out of her thoughts.
"Sweetheart, you don't wanna know" She bought her glass up to his and clinked the glasses together.
"Try me" He shot back meeting her suggestive tones. He had cornered her with his words now. Where was she going to go from here?
Dean had spied her figure hunched over the bar when he bought his 'friend' for the night through the lobby. The blonde falling over her stripper heels brought him back to reality as he lunged out to grab her before she hit the floor. He frowned at her, but she was too far gone to even realise that he was pissed at her inebriation. Sloppy girls pissed him off, but as he liked to joke back in the day; any hole's a goal. She giggled loudly at herself and he tried to drag her quickly back to the hotel room. He didn't need some lingering fan to get a snapshot of him bringing back a hooker look-a-like to his room. That wouldn't go down with the PG show rating. Luckily, she seemed to get the sense of urgency and hurried along behind him.
Fucking Roxanne, or Riley, or whatever her goddamn name was, was fast and sloppy. He had pulled her up from her knees after five minutes of the world's most mundane blow job. Half way through the sex his mind had wandered to the blonde that was currently alone and propping up the bar, probably trying to chat up the young bar man to pass the time if she was as drunk as she usually got.
He had found his mind wandering to her pert backside and couldn't help but think what her pale skin would look like after he gave her a good spanking for her drinking habits. As the peroxide blonde rolled off of him he grabbed the nearest fabric item and wiped himself off, it was only when she picked up the material and put it on that he had realised it was her top. She didn't seem to mind though, and seemed to know, even in her state, what the deal was. Heels in hand she left his room, not before passing him a napkin with a scribbled number on.
He laid there for a few minutes looking at the number, giving the girl enough time to vacate the hotel and get a cab so there would be no awkward exchanges. Throwing the scrap of paper in the bin he pulled his jeans up and buckled his belt, heading back down to the bar to see if the blonde that was invading his thoughts was still propping up the bar.
The slight feeling of joy that Rachael was still at the bar wasn't lost on Dean. It wasn't something he wanted to entertain and he was happy to push the thought to the back of his mind. She was too busy staring at the barman to notice his arrival. He was happy to play the voyeur and sloped into a plush booth that gave him enough of a view of her. Her eyes rolled over the barman's body and he wasn't too sure as to if she was was fucking him with her eyes or not.
She was gorgeous. There was no denying it. And as much as Seth would try to, Dean knew he was just trying to hide his deeper feelings. There was something about the fragile, broken blonde that made him want to lose control. He didn't quite understand why he hadn't just fucked her by now, she was just as bad as Seth at hiding her feelings – she wanted it, it wouldn't be long until she was begging for it. And god would he make her beg.
There was something different about her though. She had issues, something that he could relate to. She was slightly broken, and he didn't know why, she had kept her cards extremely close to her chest. He felt like she was a kindred spirit. He didn't let many people into his friendship circle – in fact Seth and Roman were the only two he'd really let in – but she was the kind of broken that he liked. Maybe that was the reason behind his hesitation. Did she really need him fucking up her mind further? He would screw her and be done, was that really what she deserved when she was just getting her life in order?
Before Dean had time to figure out where his conscience had come from, her blue eyes looked around the bar, he wasn't sure what she was looking for but she seemed pleased with what she had found. She was instantly on her feet and walking over. Her pale skin poking out through the rips of her jeans, the fabric stretching over her wide hips. His eyes were drawn to her tits. God her tits. He couldn't tell for the dim light but he was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. The thought of her tits being only one layer away from him filled his mind.
Conversation flowed between the two easily, and neither could deny the electricity that was hanging in the air as they hit out innuendo after innuendo. It was the first time they had had an actual conversation that lasted more than a few annoyed syllables.
They were four or five whiskies in now and were starting to lose count. Each time one of them had come back from the bar they sat that little bit closer. Their arms were now touching, bare skin grazing each other as the other lent forward to grab their drink.
Rachael's judgement was clouded and any resolve she had had in the last week was slowly, piece by piece being broken with every word that came out of the Ohio-native's mouth.
"What's it like having a different woman every night, oh mighty Dean Ambrose?" She asked as the barman gave the signals he was close to closing the bar.
"It would be a travesty to rid the females of the world of this" He signalled to his pants with his eyes making Rachael scoff at him. "Really I'm just doing the human race a service"
"Mmm you're so modest."
"It's another thing I'm great at" He winked at her, joking along. "Not as good as I am at eating pussy though" Rachael choked on her drink at that comment.
"Well that took a turn" She said honestly, finishing up her drink.
"And what's it like being a celibate nun?" He shot back at her, making Rachael rise one brow at him.
"Honey, why use a man when I can do the job so much better?" She toyed with him, turning to face him.
"Maybe you've not found the right guy yet to disprove your theory?"
"Maybe," She shrugged "Or maybe I'm just that good too" Their eyes locked again as they sat in silence. Dean leaned over her to put his tumbler down and she followed him with her gaze, watching his every move. She could feel her nipples harden by being so close to them and he brushed back he gave her a knowing look that told her he was well aware of the effect he was having on her body.
"We're closing now guys" The barman said, interrupting the intense atmosphere between them.
"We'll get out of your hair" Rachael said sweetly, scooting out of the stall and waiting for Dean to down his drink before heading to the elevator.
As soon as the doors of the lift closed their eyes were on each other, ridding one another of their clothes internally and partaking in seedy, disgusting sex against the wall for anyone to see.
"This is my floor" She said, eyes still on eachother, neither one letting up from their perverse staring contest.
"Mine too" He said, standing up from the wall and leading the way, chivalry truly was dead with this one.
They stayed silent until Rachael reached her room "This is me" She said, her tone the same as in the elevator. He turned, slumping against the wall opposite watching her as she searched for her key and struggled to open the door. He all but snorted at her making her turn and give her evlls.
"Are we just gunna stand here all night or are you gunna help?" She said cursing to herself as she dropped her card.
"I dunno Princess, I kinda like the view from here." He commented as he watched her bend down "I hazard a guess you're a dirty little slut" He said coming close to her, his words took her by surprise and she could do nothing but watch as his big hand engulfed her small one as he took her key card from her.
"And why's that?" She said in a breathless tone, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head as he leant past her, his breath on her neck as he slipped the card into the slot.
"Because I don't know any other girl that'll go down to the bar for a whisky without any underwear on" Her eyes shot open, the fucker had been sizing her up all night. The door clicked and he pushed it open, she turned and put a hand to his chest.
"I didn't anticipate that I'd bump into anyone" She said running her small digit over his wife beater.
"Either that or it would've been the barman you took home tonight"
"Well are you gunna come in, or are you gunna stay out there all night" She all but purred at him biting her lip and jutting out her chest so that her breasts were touching his chest. It was as if someone had turned a light on in his head because he grabbed the hand that was now wondering down to his belt.
"You don't wanna do that darlin'" Dean said, his grip too tight on her wrist as if he needed to confirm to his body what his mouth was saying.
"What if I do?!" She toyed, twisting her wrist enjoying the slight pain.
"I know you do" He said, even he wasn't sure of his point at this moment in time, but what he did know is that he couldn't do this, no matter what the bulge straining against his jeans was telling him. "But I'm not going to let you"
"And why's that?" She asked a frown on her brow. He knew she was going through a list of reasons in her head as to why he wouldn't want to fuck her brains out and the probability was the top on the list was that he wasn't into her.
He broke his resolve pushing her up against the door frame, his bulge now pushing into her and a moan fell from her lips, he ground into her in response.
"Because it seems like you want to" His lips went to her neck and were centimetres from touching her when he broke away
"Fuck sake" He shouted, he had never been this restrained in his life and right now he wanted to fuck her into the middle of next year but he knew Seth would hate him for it and he owed a lot to that son of a bitch.
Not only that, but he liked sex that was different, he didn't think that she would last one minute if he broke and right now he was seconds away from doing just that. He walked down the hall way a few paces, his hands running through his hair before he turned back, getting dangerously close to her.
Rachael was confused, she wasn't sure if it was the drink or his behaviour but this was not where she was expecting her evening to go.
"You need to stay away from me" Dean said his breath back on her skin causing her body to react instantly. "You can't be near me, we can't do this. It's never going to happen"
"Why?" She was whispering now
"Because I'm bad news, just stay away from me Princess"
"And if I don't?" She dared to ask, he looked at her. He had no answer for that, he was sure if she continued further he would break. So instead he chose to walk. He left her in the doorway, shocked, confused and turned on as hell. She watched him walk into his room, slamming the door behind him before she followed suit.
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