Chapter 36

The following Monday found both Jon and Dean being summoned to Stephanie and Hunter's office as soon as they arrived at the arena. Both left Jecina alone throughout the house shows due to the fact she was still helping Lilianna through her heartbreak over Roman. It also gave her time to mentally and physically prepare herself for what was coming that following Wednesday. Dean would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about the threesome, especially since they still hadn't told Jecina about their no touching clause. Jon, on the other hand, was calm as a cucumber and didn't show any sign of apprehension. How was that possible and why was Dean nervous about being with Jecina? He was more than capable of getting the job done in the bedroom with a woman, this wasn't his first rodeo. It had to be the fact he was competing for Jecina's affection with his twin brother – something he'd never fathomed doing. Also, Dean never had an audience while being with a woman and the thought of Jon watching him make love to Jecina unnerved him. Dean had to get past the nervous energy because it wouldn't help his performance with Jecina.

Jolting out of his deep thoughts, Dean came to a stop outside of the bosses' office the same time Jon did, both of them coming from opposite directions. "Hey." He greeted, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his blue jeans.

Jon rose a slow brow and snorted, shaking his head. "Hey yourself." He didn't bother knocking on the door and pushed it open, stepping inside first. "You rang, Princess?"

Smirking, Stephanie looked up from the stack of paperwork she had in front of her and nodded, gesturing to the chairs in front of her desk. "Have a seat, gentlemen." She sent Hunter a quick text to hurry back to the office since they wanted to tell their employees the news together. "Hunter should be here in a minute and then we'll get started."

"Works for me." Dean leaned back in the chair, his hair slicked back while Jon's remained over his eyes, their postures different as well. "How are the girls?"

Stephanie smiled at the mention of her children and stapled some papers together. "They're growing like weeds and driving us crazy. We wouldn't want it any other way though." She replied softly, glancing over at Jon to see if he had anything to contribute to the conversation. "What about you two? Any plans for kids in the future?"

"Hell no." Jon barked a laugh, shaking his head and popped a piece of gum in his mouth. "Kids don't mix well with me. Do I honestly look like the father type to you?"

"Not really." Stephanie answered truthfully, turning blue eyes onto Dean. "What about you, Ambrose?"

"Someday." He smiled at the thought of being a father and could only hope Jecina felt the same way. "Just haven't found the right woman yet."

Jon didn't bother commenting, leaning forward in the chair with his elbows resting on his knees and hoped Hunter arrived soon so he could go out for a much needed smoke break. 10 minutes later, Hunter finally walked through the door apologizing for being late and dropped a quick kiss on his wife's mouth before taking a seat beside her. He had on a crisp black suit with a dark green shirt beneath the jacket. Hunter leaned back in his chair and eyeballed both men, wondering if they were prepared for the news they had.

"I know it's taken us a little while to come to a decision on when you two would debut as a tag team and we've finally figured out how we want it to go. Also, we have a name for you two." Hunter explained, folding his arms in front of his chest when both men simultaneously snapped their heads up in full attention.

"So I'm gonna be dropping the US title then?" Dean asked quietly, watching Hunter nod and swallowed hard since he'd grown accustomed to carrying the championship around. "To Seth, I'm presuming?"

"Well actually, we've been discussing it and since we forged the WWE and World Heavyweight championships together, we think it should be done with the United States title and Intercontinental belt as well." It wasn't an easy decision, but Hunter wanted to go back to having only one champion per tier of the company. Diva's champion, Intercontinental champion, Tag Team champions and the WWE World Heavyweight champion. "Big E Langston recently acquired the Intercontinental championship from Curtis Axel, so you will be going one-on-one with him at the next pay-per-view to unify the titles."

"And you will lose." Stephanie added with a sympathetic smile, holding Hunter's hand beneath the desk on top of her thigh. "Then you can finally be free to start teaming with Moxley."

Dean didn't like the sound of unifying the titles together, but kept his thoughts to himself and just nodded, showing respect to the bosses. "Alright…"

"So what the fuck are we being called?" Jon demanded, breaking his silence and eyeballed both bosses with scrutinizing eyes. "And let's make it clear right now, I don't like this arrangement. I think we both do better in single's competition, whereas you obviously don't." It didn't matter if this was the WWE or not, Jon refused to let anyone mess with his career and never hid how he truly felt.

Stephanie and Hunter both nodded in understanding, prepared for backlash from Jon Moxley because that's just how the man operated. "True as that may be, this is the only spot we have available for both of you right now since Roman Reigns is getting the major push out of the Shield. Seth has already been informed he'll be going after the unified titles against Big E Langston after the pay-per-view and you two are going to feud against the USO's."

"And as far as your name goes – we were thinking A&M. Short and to the point, but still uses both of your names." Stephanie added with a smile, hoping that would smooth things over a little. "We really think you two will skyrocket as a tag team far more than in single's competition right now. Of course, you don't have to do this if you truly are against it, but then I don't know what we can come up for you to do on-screen honestly."

There was no way Dean would let Jon ruin his career, something he'd worked incredibly hard for and shook his head. "Sounds good to me. I'm willing to do anything to keep my spot in the company." He stated, glancing at Jon and could only pray he felt the same way. "A&M isn't that bad, Moxley…"

Jon thought it sucked, didn't like it at all, but kept his mouth shut and just stiffly nodded. "Fine. We done here?" He stood up, pulling his pack of smokes out and dangled a cigarette between his lips.

"As long as you two are in agreement, that's all we were concerned about." Stephanie wasn't blind and could tell they weren't happy with being a tag team together, but they would have to get over it. Sometimes a person had to bite the bullet and do things they didn't want to do in life. "That will be all, gentlemen. Thank you."

Jon was the first one out the door and stalked toward the exit, already feeling his blood boiling from the impromptu meeting with the bosses. So they were really going through with the tag team idea for him and Ambrose. What the hell? Jon wasn't knew to tag teams, but he actually LIKED the person he tagged with back in CZW. He was a tag team with Sami Callihan known as the Switchblade Conspiracy. Not crazy about the name, but it had been Sami's idea and now they were well-known in the Independent circuit – legends even. Now, he was being tossed into another tag team only this time he didn't like his partner. In fact, he loathed Dean Ambrose and wished the worst possible death for the asshole he had to share a womb with for 9 months in their crack-addicted mother's body. As soon as the cool night air hit his face and enveloped his body, Jon sucked in as much of it as he could in his lungs, closing his eyes before letting the huge breath out.

He wasn't alone. "Moxley?" A sweet familiar voice sliced through his thoughts and anger, making his eyes snap open to turn his head until blazing blue landed on concerned forest green.

Jecina had come outside for some air and a smoke break since all of her food was currently cooking. She'd spent the entire weekend with Lilianna and avoided the twins without trying since they stayed away from her as well. Truthfully, she missed them and felt her heart skip a beat when Jon Moxley stormed through the exit doors past her, not giving her a second glance. Just the way he carried himself and how fast his breathing was, Jecina could tell something was bugging him. He hadn't noticed her and that wasn't like Jon since he was a very observant man, especially when it came to her.

"Jina…"

The sight of her after 4 days was enough to make every nerve-ending in Jon's body spark to life, his eyes practically devouring her whole. She wore grey dress pants with a black and grey striped long sleeved top with a V shape neckline, her short black hair barely brushing her shoulders. Jecina was beautiful from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, which were covered by black pumps. Jon was an idiot for missing her as much as he had, hearing her sweet voice and laughter. The amount of concern in her eyes did something to him and Jon suddenly didn't want a nicotine fix, flicking his unlit cigarette to the side. Jecina didn't move from the equipment trunk and watched with bated breath as Jon closed the distance between them with purpose, every step making her heart beat a little faster. The amount of anguish in his eyes broke her heart and all Jecina wanted to do was take it away, cupping his face with her soft hands as soon as his gripped her hips.

"Hi." She murmured, gasping when Jon wrapped her legs around his waist and kept her on the equipment trunk, still towering over her by a good inch. "Jon…"

She barely managed to say his name before Jon plundered her mouth with his hungrily, his strong hands sliding up and down her back. Jecina couldn't push him away and immediately buried her fingers in his damp curls, opening her mouth for access as soon as his tongue swiped against her lips. A soft moan escaped her as their tongues danced together, tasting each other and Jecina could feel every part of her body flood with newfound warmth against the cool night air. It didn't help Jon wore all black tonight, the jeans and top he had on molding to his muscular body.

"I missed you…" Jecina breathed out when the kiss finally broke, her chest heaving up and down while Jon sealed his mouth to her neck, lulling her head back.

"I bet you did." Jon mumbled, keeping his voice low and couldn't stop the hint of arrogance in his tone. "Mmm so soft…" His growl sent shivers throughout Jecina's body and Jon felt it, a smirk curving his lips against the pulse point on her neck. "What are you thinking about, Jina?"

"You…" She replied without hesitation, pulling back long enough to stare into his darkened blues, running the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip. "I'm worried about you." Was he having second thoughts about the threesome? "Are you alright?"

Nodding, Jon went back to attacking her neck and pulled her closer to him, knowing she could feel the bulge in his jeans brushing against her dress pant covered crotch. "I am now." He rumbled huskily, sliding his strong hands up the back of her top to feel her soft skin and groaned, nipping her neck teasingly. "Stop worrying about me, Jina."

"Easier said than done, Moxley." She replied in a breathless whisper, getting lost in the sensations he created within her body. "I'll always worry about you." Jecina knew better than to mention Dean whenever she was alone with Jon and vice versa. "Oh god…"

"Feel good, baby?" Jon grunted, beginning to grind his erection against her crotch and felt her nod, not stopping his administrations. Just because he couldn't use his fingers and mouth to bring her to the edge didn't mean he couldn't drive her crazy with his pelvis. "You're wet for me, aren't you?"

"Yes…" Jecina's voice trembled, her hands moving from his hair to grip his arms while he continued rubbing against her soaking sex through the thin material of her dress pants and panties. "Jon…" She could only hope nobody else came out of here while they were in this intimate moment and knew a fresh change of panties was in order after this.

Jon loved the feeling of her nails digging in his strong arms and moved his mouth to the other side of her neck while his hands slid around the front to massage her breasts through the thin lace material of her bra. This was something Jecina had only dreamed of happening with Jon and Dean, but now that it was actually happening, reality was so much better. She could feel the heat of his hands through her bra, nipples instantly hardening against his palms and her grip increased on his arm as the hot coil within her stomach formed. Jon knew she was close to cumming and wished he could tear her clothes off from the waist down to taste her, his eyes closing while clenching his teeth.

"Just imagine my cock driving in and out of that beautiful pussy, Jina." His voice had dropped an octave and hovered his mouth over her ear, wanting her to fall apart against him – to give Jecina her first orgasm instead of Ambrose. "You're so tight and wet, so close to cumming for me…and only me."

If this man could make her cum just by grinding against her with clothes on, Jecina had no idea how she'd last long when they were both naked in bed together on their upcoming days off. "J-Jon!" She cried out and Jon swallowed it with his mouth, their tongues tasting each other again as his hands moved from her breasts to wrap his arms tightly around her, holding her against him while the orgasm ripped through her body.

"That's my girl." Jon growled once the kiss broke and saw the blush creep across her flushed cheeks, her breathing erratic along with his. "That's just a sample of what you're getting come Wednesday, precious."

"D-Do you feel better now?" Jecina had no doubt in her mind Jon meant what he said since they had basically just had sex with clothes on outside of the arena. "Or do you want to talk?"

"I'm fine, Jina." Jon brushed his mouth against hers, stroking the side of her face with the back of his hand. "Trust me."

Jecina noticed the anguish and anger left Jon's eyes, the electricity not as intense as it had been when he first laid eyes on her, making her breathe a sigh of relief. "I do." She pressed her forehead to his and kissed him this time, stroking the back of his neck gently. "I should head back inside."

"Yeah you should." Jon agreed, lifting her with ease to set her on her feet in front of him and felt her arms wrap tightly around him in a loving embrace. "Sorry if I worried you."

"It's alright." She pulled back after a moment and looked up at him, kissing the center of his chest through the thin shirt he wore. "I'll see you later. Have a good show tonight."

As Jon watched Jecina walk back inside the arena, he felt a warmth starting to spread through his heart he didn't know he could feel. What was she doing to him? What made him decide to attack her sexually the way he did? Jon scrubbed a hand down his face and shook his head, trying to push the budding feeling away that surfaced for Jecina. Whenever she was around, he became a different a person – polite even. The sooner he banged her in front of Dean and got his revenge, the sooner Jon could push her away for good. After his nicotine fix and thinking of disgusting things to handle his pulsating erection, Jon headed back inside the arena and didn't notice angry pale blues watching his every move.

Dean had witnessed the whole exchange between Jon and Jecina, deciding if he didn't show her how he felt and how much he wanted her, he would lose her for good, which simply wasn't an option.