Chapter 36
"Shut the damn light off!" She growled, shoving the light out of her eyes.
"Jetta, it's Larry. Can you hear me sweetie?"
"No, I can't, that's why I just heard every word you said, Larry." She sarcastically replied, groaning as a pain zipped through her head. "Damn..."
"Yup, she's going to be just fine." Larry chuckled, shaking his head. "You have a major concussion and you're going to need to take a few days off to recover."
"Fan-fucking-tastic." She muttered, slowly opening her eyes until she seen Mark's face, the worry in his eyes causing tears to enter her own. "What happened?"
"You fainted, Jetta." Stephanie whispered, trembling.
"Can you tell me what day it is, Jetta?"
"Monday night. Raw. Randy is a dickhead and I'm going to fucking maim him when I'm better." She growled angrily.
Larry sighed and looked up at Mark. "She's okay, though she can't sleep for two hours. You know the drill."
"Yeah, I know the drill." Mark sighed, deciding to let Jetta be angry for the both of them. He couldn't think straight if he was mentally starting at Randy's toes and working his way up, deciding which bones to break first, which ones would cause the most pain, and leave him conscious to feel all of it. Mark shook his head, clearing out those thoughts.
Jetta slowly sat up, blinking and tried to clear her vision, knowing it was due to the concussion. She'd been in worse pain than this, she would be fine. Though when she tried getting up, she needed help and felt Mark lift her up in his arms, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Sleepy..." She whispered, closing her eyes and groaned when kissed her neck, effectively keeping her awake. She was exhausted from the ordeal she went through as Mark carried her out of the trainer's room.
"We can do this one of two ways darlin'. Actually, make that three." Mark drawled, ignoring the looks they got as he carried her to their dressing room. People still weren't used to the sight of them together at work, especially since he had been so adamant about his professional/personal rule. So much for rules. When it came to Jetta, the handbooks were all tossed out the window. "I can make love to you, jab pins under your fingernails or dunk your pert ass in a bathtub filled with cold water and ice."
"Gee let me think on that..." She giggled when he glared down at her, the pain slowly ceasing in her head thanks to the painkillers Larry gave her, a slow smirk tilting her lips. "Mark Calaway, you're going to take advantage of me in my weakened state." She stated, shaking her head when he said damn right and pulled his face down to hers, softly kissing his lips. "I choose option one." She whispered when they broke apart, feeling him slowly set her down on her feet and, surprisingly, Jetta could stand.
Just incase, Mark was nearby, not wanting her to topple. He watched Jetta from the corner of his eye as he quickly packed their bags, glad he hadn't brought his motorcycle tonight like he had been planning. She would never have been able to ride, not in her condition.
"You ready, darlin'? So I can go take advantage of your...weakened, drugged state?" He teased, gently wrapping an arm around her slender waist.
"I was born ready." She winked up at him, knowing he was worried about her, leaning against his side as they walked out of the dressing room and down the hallway. She didn't focus on anything except getting outside to the rental car, getting back to the hotel, and making love to her boyfriend. Or he to her. Whichever, it was enticing all the way around. "Though I was looking forward to that bath idea..."
She pouted up at him, running her hand up and down his back, knowing he was angry at Randy and so was she. Though Jetta wasn't going to tell Mark what the moron said to her in the ring. She didn't want Randy's blood on her hands.
"Oh, we can still have the bath, you just aren't going to be sleeping for awhile." Mark promised, guiding her out to their rental, opening the passenger side door for her, watching as she slid in on her seat, bending down to gently kiss her. "Maybe not even at all." He whispered, rounding to his side, and slid in as well. "You going to fall asleep or do I need to blast the radio?"
"I'm more intrigued by being kept awake all night by you." She replied with a smirk, turning the radio on low, and grabbed his hand as she stared out the window.
She hated painkillers and felt her eyes narrow at the sight of an orange dot in the distance near the entrance to the arena. Randy. Jetta wanted to flip him off, but instead just pressed her forehead against the cool glass, finally rolling down the window as the silent tears flowed down her cheeks, her hair blowing all around her. No matter how hard she tried, Jetta couldn't get the words out of her head that Randy said to her. He said he didn't want to hurt her, but he would. What did that mean? Jetta closed her eyes as more tears fell.
One glance over at her told the story. She was crying. Mark's knuckles turned white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Randy was going to wind up in the hospital if something wasn't taken care of. Of course, if he was fired, he could sue since his 'anger' issue had been known at the time of hiring. The McMahon's had taken a stupid risk and now it looked like it had backfired on them.
They arrived at the hotel and Jetta felt dead on her feet, trying with all of her power to stay awake. Crying mixed with the painkillers was a little too much for her, but she knew she had to stay awake. They arrived in their room and Jetta immediately headed for the bed, being stopped, and gently turned around. A soft moan escaped her as Mark cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body already coming alive. Sleep could wait, she would sleep eventually and felt him lift her up in his arms, carrying her over to the bed and laid her down, never breaking the kiss.
What a delicious way to make sure she didn't succumb to sleep, especially with that concussion. They now had under two hours before she could sleep and Mark knew she desperately needed the sleep. But...until her time was up, why not make sure it was pleasurable?
"Remember when we went to Tennessee for the wedding, then stayed all weekend in the cabin?" He murmured, trailing his kisses down her jaw line to her throat. "I'm going to make love to you just like I did then."
"Mark..." She breathed out, those memories overtaking her, remembering how incredibly gentle he'd been with her. So loving. It was definitely something she could never forget, even in old age. Her neck instantly arched against him, her eyes drifting closed, massaging the back of his neck, fingers entwining in his hair. "You feel so wonderful..." She whispered, running her hands down his strong, muscular arms, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her touch. Her body was engulfing in a forest fire and she prayed he put it out for her, knowing he wouldn't leave her, not in her time of need. She needed him and he needed her.
He had a lot of time to think of creative ways to keep her awake, planning on exploring each one that popped into his head. "Mmmhmm." He murmured against her skin, moving down the bed to pull her boots off, before doing his own. They were both still in their ring wear, which was convenient as they would need a shower when he was done. "This skirt..." He shook his head, eyeing the leather. "Naughty girl, Jetta."
"Mmm what was your first clue?" She shot back, her voice raging with passion and gasped as his hand slid up her thigh, her back arching instantly off the bed, swallowing hard. Just one touch. It still amazed her to this day, even after being with him for over a year. It was almost a year and a half, how time flew. It was hard to believe they were here, but Jetta had stopped questioning that long ago. It was fate, plain and simple. "Mark..." She whispered when he cupped her panty covered sex, already soaked through, and he had barely started. Her head was spinning from both the painkillers and the passion haze that was clouding her mind, reaching behind her to unclasp the tube top she was wearing.
"You got one hell of a smart mouth on you girl." Mark growled, his green eyes a dark, lusty color. "I know what to do with smart mouths." He slid up her body, leaving his hand where it was, gently grinding the heel of his palm against her, feeling her heat and wetness soaking through. "Mmm...You want me, Jetta?" He purred, knowing damn well she did.
"Ohhh yes..." She groaned out, her hips moving against his hand, blue eyes darkened almost to match the midnight sky outside. She was consumed with desire, the heat from his hand causing the fire flowing through her veins to turn to molten lava. "Mark, oh god..."
She needed him to touch her, to love her, to show her that he still wanted her. She pulled his face down to hers, kissing him with so much feeling that it left them both breathless. She poured everything in that kiss, every ounce of love and passion she could muster up, their tongues dueling in a dance of seduction.
That kiss left HIS mind in a daze, the world pleasantly reeling. He couldn't break it, not even when he ran out of air, just took from her what she had to give and poured it back, returning the passion; love; all of it. His entire being belonged to this woman. His heart and soul were no longer his own, they firmly rested in each of her tiny hands.
Jetta didn't want to pull away and found she couldn't, breathing through her nose, feeling Mark's arms encircle her body and pulled her against him, no longer teasing her. She slowly pulled back, staring into his eyes, and smiled as she ran her thumb across his slightly swollen lips. "How about that bath?" She whispered out, chest rising and falling rapidly and giggled when he growled before kissing her again, lifting her up, carrying her into the bathroom. That lead to more kissing and touching, effectively keeping her awake, and Jetta pulled back as she ran her hands down his chest, the straps already pulled down. "Tell me you love me." She whispered, cupping his face with her hand. "I need to hear you say it, Mark." She didn't know why she asked him that, but for some reason, she just needed to hear those words, tears burning in her eyes.
Mark stared down at her intently, his green eyes burning with his love for her. He told her he loved her all the time, what was going through her mind? He would have given everything he possessed to know that. He seen the look in her beautiful cerulean eyes and knew she needed to hear those words.
"I love you, Jetta." He said, his voice husky with feeling, bending down to brush his lips gently against hers. "I love you more then anything in this world, darlin'. I love you."
"I love you too." She whispered and proceeded to let him undress her, the bath water running.
Holding onto his shoulders as he slid her panties off, Jetta unclasped her bra, his wrestling tights already off. She smiled as he gently set her down in the tub, immediately joining her, the water feeling like heaven as she leaned back against his chest. She felt his arms encircle her waist and sat up a little until she was straddling him, staring down into his beautiful green eyes before kissing him, needing to feel him against her. She didn't even care about sex at the moment, just him against her was enough as she ran her fingers through his damp black hair, kissing his neck softly.
"I thought I was supposed to be making love to you?" Mark rumbled, groaning, his head tilting to the side to give her better access. His long, black hair pooled over his shoulder while running his strong hands up and down her sides. "Woman..." He whispered, gently pushing her head away, bringing her hand up to his mouth and kissed her fingertips, his eyes locking with hers. "I love you, Jetta." He repeated softly, never tiring of saying those words.