Chapter 36

"I don't know about this, Jon…"

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Jon knew he'd have to ease Keyla into this. It wasn't easy for her to agree to do something like this, but there was always a first time for everything. His hands moved from her shoulders to her hips, slowly rocking them back and forth to try relaxing her body. This was no fun if she remained tense. It'd been 3 days since Jon showed up in Philadelphia on her front porch, sent Danny Havoc packing with sore ribs and 2 days since they rekindled the relationship they once had. Now Jon had to build trust with Keyla again and figured this was the best way to do it.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Trying to get you to relax and enjoy this." Jon replied in her ear, enjoying having her back pressed against his muscular chest. "Come on, just let it happen. We'll go nice and slow."

Taking a deep breath, Keyla would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy having Jon's hands anywhere on her body. "If I don't like this, we stop." She ordered, not compromising and heard Jon's chuckle, the sound vibrating her entire body bending forward. "Let's do it…"

Jon smirked at her tenacity, one of the many things he always loved about her and squeezed her hips, both staring straight ahead. "On the count of 3, we'll send it in…"

Nodding, Keyla braced herself and slid her fingers where they were supposed to go. Were they really doing this? This was the last thing Keyla expected to happen with Jon, never imagining he would want to do something like this. When he approached her with the idea, Keyla at first laughed at him because she thought he was joking. Jon didn't join in on it and simply folded his arms in front of his chest, a slight scowl on his handsome scruffy face.

"Oh god…" Keyla whimpered, closing her eyes as Jon's hands covered hers while rocking her body back and forth again, getting the motion down. "Fuck…"

"We haven't done anything yet, darlin'. Relax and just let your body do what it's supposed to." Jon coached, a smirk curving his mouth and kissed the side of her neck, hearing her breathing accelerate. "1…2…3!"

They both watched the bowling ball roll down the lane until it crashed into the upright pins in the center, leaving a pin up on either side. Keyla groaned, tossing her hands up in the air and couldn't believe they split on her. Laughing, Jon removed his hands from her hips and went over to the bowling ball conveyor, lifting Keyla's to hand it to her again.

"Remind me again why you wanted to go bowling of all things?"

"Better than sitting in the house trying not to fuck each other." Jon retorted, winking at her and waited for Keyla to take her second turn, which ended up a gutter ball. "Nice try, now move and let the master show you how it's done."

Keyla rolled her eyes, tempted to kick him square in the backside and sat down to watch Jon, admiring how the blue jeans he wore hugged all the right places. "Nice assets." She smirked when he dropped the ball and ended up sending it directly into the gutter lane, giggling uncontrollably. "Oops, did I do that?"

"I'm gonna give you 'oops' in a minute when my hand 'oops' across your ass, woman." Jon remarked in a soft growl, walking over to grab his ball and blinked when Keyla's took two handfuls of his backside squeezing it. "You're not playing fair…"

Payback is a bitch, Keyla thought, remembering all the times Jon drove her crazy while traveling together on the road in the Independents. "Didn't think I had to. You didn't specify any rules to follow, Moxley."

Ignoring her tantalizing words, Jon squared his shoulders and sent the ball down the lane, gaining a spare strike. Keyla clapped, not recalling ever doing something like this with Jon and then remembered when they went mini golfing. Danny had taken them to a waterpark his family frequented when he was younger and she ended up passing out from heat stroke during a mini golf game. Since mini golf season hadn't arrived yet, bowling was the best option for them since neither liked skating. Keyla knew she would have a stroke if she watched Jon work out, her body already crying out for sexual satisfaction.

"I WON!" Jon roared, getting a score of 170 while Keyla remained at 95 for the first game. "In your face!"

Much rather have something else in my face, Keyla retorted in thought, standing from the chair to congratulate Jon with a hug and held onto him longer than necessary. "Jon…" It was too soon for sex and yet that's all Keyla could think about being around him completely alone. "This is hard…"

"Yeah it is." In more ways than one, he added in thought, holding her close and breathing in her hallucinogenic scent. "Wanna get out of here and head home?"

Keyla nodded, taking his hand and let Jon guide her out of the bowling alley, making sure to turn their shoes in. The moment they arrived at the car, Jon pushed Keyla back against the passenger door and kissed her, the hunger burning inside of him to feel her pussy wrapped around his dick again. He wanted more than a fuck session this time and there would be no confusion, second-guessing or questioning. Moaning, Keyla melted against him and gripped the back of his hair, her panties already drenched from watching Jon break a sweat bowling. All she wanted to do was rip her clothes off and surrender to him, not caring about the consequences. She missed Jon far too much to care about timing and gasped in his mouth as his strong hand cupped her jean covered sex, stroking gently. That motion emanated deeper moans from Keyla, all of them muffled by Jon's mouth and tongue, not stopping him either.

"Wait…" Jon was the one who had to pull away, refusing to take advantage of Keyla's vulnerability and pressed his forehead to hers, both breathing raggedly. "Darlin', I don't wanna push you…"

So much had changed about Jon Moxley and most of it was for the better. Keyla could see pure sincerity in his pale blues, remembering how selfish Jon was in bed back in the Independents. Granted, she hadn't complained at the time and let him have his way with her body, but it was nice to be thought of. She loved this man with every fiber of her being, nobody else comparing to him. Baron Corbin was great in bed and Keyla had a good time with him, but she didn't love him. He didn't have her heart – Jon did. The changes in Jon just made Keyla fall deeper in love with him, not thinking it was possible. He was loving, caring, thoughtful and still held a sense of the old Moxley with his sarcasm and dry sense of humor.

"You're not." Keyla whispered against his lips, rubbing their noses together and kissed the tip of his, giving him another soft kiss. "I know I said we need to take things slow, but…"

"Finding me irresistible?" Jon rasped in a low deep gritty voice, finding it difficult restraining himself when it came to Keyla. "Do you remember when I won the FIP title and fucked you in the hallway?"

Keyla nodded, that moment being one of her fonder memories with Jon. "You want to fuck me against this car, don't you?" It was rhetorical as molten gold mixed with dark cloudy cerulean, both desperately needing an itch scratched within their bodies.

"Not just here – everywhere, darlin'." Jon asserted, nipping the sensitive spot on her neck he knew would turn her to putty in his arms. It worked every time and he was glad that hadn't changed about his Keyla. "I didn't say it back then because I was fucked up about feelings. You know about my childhood, I wasn't brought up in a loving home like you, despite what your parents did to you and Sami." A talk with his former tag team partner, roommate and best friend was in order in the near future.

"So what makes you sure now?" Keyla had to know, reaching up to brush a few curls away from his forehead and fingered his chin between her forefinger and thumb. "Be honest with me, Jon."

"I barely survived leaving you 3 years ago and already know I can't do it again. I can't survive without you in my life, Keyla, as mine." It was too soon to drop the L bomb on her, though Jon could already feel the word burning on his tongue. "I can't – I won't lose you again. I wanna do this right and rushing into fucking each other's brains out is the last thing we should do."

Brushing her lips across his strong jaw and chin, Keyla moved lower to lightly nip his Adam's apple caressing his arms beneath the short sleeves of his t-shirt. "Doesn't mean we shouldn't either." She heard Jon groan out in frustration and smiled, nuzzling his throat lovingly. "Okay – okay I'm sorry, I'll stop pushing you...for now."

"Tease." He hissed out, cupping her sex again through the jeans and suddenly wished he could snap his fingers to make them dissolve. "You'll pay for that, darlin', trust me."

Keyla did a full body shiver, smiling up at him and pecked his lips one final time. "Looking forward to it, Moxley. All of it."

~!~

"So how was YOUR 5 days off?" Lennox demanded, not bothering with a greeting and draped an arm around her best friend's shoulders. "You look a little…flustered."

"That's an understatement." Keyla muttered in response, leaning against Lennox while they walked down the sidewalk away from the hotel. "I forgave Jon."

Lennox should've been shocked and appalled by the news, but she wasn't. Not after Danny's attack and Jon saving her best friend from a hospital visit or worse. The fact Jon also asked Roman to keep an eye on her was still a piece of information Lennox had trouble digesting. Maybe it was why she didn't rip into Keyla and accepted the confession so easily.

"I'm giving Roman a chance."

Freezing mid-step, Keyla pulled away from Lennox to blink at her repeatedly, wondering if she'd heard the woman right. "Come again? I think I'm hallucinating…"

"Shut up." Lennox grumbled, smacking Keyla's arm and continue walking down the sidewalk toward a coffee shop. The hotel's coffeemaker wasn't working, so this was their only option to get some. "I didn't judge you about Moxley, so you can't judge me about this."

"I'm not judging – just shocked. How did that happen?" Roman Reigns had to be a special man for Lennox to let her guard down enough to actually date him, especially after what Danny Havoc put her through. "Details woman!"

Lennox explained for the next 15 minutes about what happened in Pensacola and how she made Roman a cheesecake to apologize for snapping at him. She didn't leave anything out, including the heavy intense make out session and admitting she thought it was Danny at first. Keyla didn't blame her considering she'd been sleeping when Roman decided to kiss her. At the very least, everything ended up in Roman's favor and Lennox looked genuinely happy, her violet eyes showing signs of life for the first time in 2 years.

"Now the most important question…" Keyla did a small drumroll on the table in the coffee shop, grinning evilly. "How was the kiss? He good at it or what?"

Flushing from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes, Lennox lowered her eyes and became shy, stirring the spoon in her coffee to do something with her hand. "There are no words. I thought Danny was a good kisser, even though he always wanted to shove his tongue down my throat. And I didn't mind it, but there were times I didn't feel like being rough. Roman is completely opposite and takes his time. He's very attentive and doesn't rush anything. And his lips have to be the softest I've ever felt in my life." It was surreal gushing about a man that wasn't Danny.

"So to summarize, he made your toes curl without filling you with his dick. Got it." Keyla giggled as Lennox choked on a sip of coffee, leaning back against her chair to nurse her own. "Not every man can make you feel that way with just his lips and tongue."

"Enough about me, what happened between you and Moxley? Spare me the details if you guys fucked." Lennox had heard enough about how incredible Jon was in the bedroom in the past to listen to it a second time.

It was Keyla's turn to feel awkward, still not believing Jon rejected her advances several times throughout the 5 days they spent together. "We didn't." She didn't miss Lennox's brow rising almost to her hairline. "He wants to take things slow this time and…I tried getting him to throw caution to the wind, but he wouldn't budge. He's definitely changed from the man we used to know."

"But you still love him, right?"

"Of course I do." Keyla had zero hesitation saying that, meaning it wholeheartedly. "It's just…Jon's always been the one to initiate what happened between us when he was in the Indies. I maybe kissed him once to start something, but other than that it was all him and I just went with it. I kinda miss my overbearing, bad attitude, bossy, take no prisoners Jon Moxley. There has to be a way to get him back."

To most people, Keyla would've sounded moronic and childish, but Lennox understood where she was coming from. "Kinda like I wish Danny would return to the man I fell in love with." She muttered loud enough for only Keyla to hear, setting her coffee down. "So you don't like the changes in Moxley. You want the hardcore asshole to return and rock your world like he did before."

This was hard to explain and put into words because it was how Keyla felt deep down inside. "He used to dominate me when we did anything sexual whether it was kissing, hugging, having sex, foreplay – all of it. I just want him to throw me on the bed, tear my clothes off and have his way with me. And I know that sounds ridiculous, but I miss it more than anything. I didn't think he would hold back on the sex, but he is and now I'm lost."

Lennox tapped her fingernails against the table for a few moments, thinking what could be done about Moxley. "So outside of the bedroom, you're fine with who Jon is now, but in the bedroom or wherever, you want the old Moxley back." She summarized, watching Keyla nod and could see the desperation in her best friend's eyes. "Alright, I think I know what to do…"

Leaning close, Keyla listened intently to everything Lennox said and took mental notes, hoping her plan worked or else she would end up imploding from sexual frustration.