Chapter 35
Over the next several days, all Jon and Colby did was game together to try to get their minds off of what Joe did to them. Spencer and Milla left them alone to do their thing, soaking up some Vitamin D outside and tried relaxing as much as possible. Milla called Stephanie and informed her they wouldn't be back until Monday, so they had to miss the house shows for the weekend. Milla had a book in hand while laying on her stomach so her back could get tanned, not wanting to look lopsided. Spencer had a magazine with a glass of lemonade, sunglasses over her eyes in a crocheted red bikini and ear buds in both of their ears blasting music. That's how their 5 days were spent off, each person doing their own thing and nobody talking besides the women amongst themselves.
It was a crisp cool December night, just a few weeks away from Christmas and Milla stood outside in a pair of burnt orange cotton pajama pants with a short sleeved matching top. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head since she was fresh out of the shower, enjoying the cool night. Florida always stayed in the mid-70's during winter, which was nice. As much as Milla enjoyed being in Tampa, she missed the snow in Indianapolis and contemplated going back home for Christmas. Jon hadn't mentioned anything to her about the holidays or said more than 3 words to her in 5 days. Sighing, Milla sipped a glass of wine while leaning over the ledge, dreading going back on the road with the WWE tomorrow.
The screen door sliding open jolted Milla out of her thoughts, but she didn't turn around and stayed put, already knowing who it was. The smell of his unforgettable cologne and cigarettes instantly filtered through the air, sending a warmth spreading through her body. Milla missed him so much, it physically hurt being away from him and not sleeping in his arms. He'd completely shut her out since they came to Tampa, making her sleep in a separate room because he needed space. At first she understood, but the more Milla thought about it, the more she wondered if Jon even wanted her here anymore. If he wanted her, period. Maybe he blamed her for Joe turning on them. She tried reaching out over the past 5 days and Jon shut her down every single time, not wanting any part of it. Milla was out of options at this point and took another sip of her wine, feeling him walk up to stand beside her.
Once again, Jon just stood there not saying a single word and smoked his cigarette, not moving to touch her. There was no zero attempt at any type of communication. Blinking tears away from her eyes, Milla couldn't be out here with his scent surrounding her without touching him. It killed her being this close to Jon, yet it felt like he was a million miles away. Finishing her glass of wine, Milla turned and headed back into the condo to leave him alone, but she never made it to the sliding screen door. His free hand shot out wrapping around her wrist, stopping her from leaving and every part of Milla's body tensed. Instantaneously, her blood turned into liquid fire from just one simple touch and Milla hated how strong of an effect this man had on her. If he wanted to, Jon could crush her with words alone and that terrified her more than anything. It also sent her heart racing along with her pulse, her mouth going dry and the moistness between her legs formed, every part of her body crying out to him.
Taking a chance, Milla turned to look back at him and swallowed hard at the smoldered look in his cloudy blues. Her vocal cords stopped working and Milla felt him pull her toward him until their chests pressed together, both of her hands resting against his black beater. So many different emotions swirled through his eyes and Milla pressed her finger to his lips when he opened his mouth to apologize. She knew it was coming and didn't want to hear it. If he wanted to make things up to her for the past 5 days of being alienated, then he'd show her with actions. Jon seemed to gauge what Milla wanted and pressed a soft kiss to the palm of her hand as her thumb swiped across his lips, moving to her wrist gently nibbling. Shivering, Milla used her free hand to reach down and slid it beneath his basketball shorts and boxer/briefs, stroking his rapidly growing cock.
Jon groaned from low in his throat at her soft touch and closed his eyes, sealing his mouth to her neck. Slowly, they undressed each other as clothes flew in all directions on the patio and Jon sincerely hoped nobody else came out here because they would have a full show. He pressed her against the ledge and lifted her leg with his strong hand, the other one planting firmly on her opposite cheek, squeezing. Milla locked eyes with him, reaching between them to guide his cock inside of her and lulled her head back against the ledge, holding onto it with one hand while the other grasped his strong bicep. There was no time for foreplay or slowness, both of them craving each other far too much. It'd been too long. Before long, Jon had a fast pace going as his cock drove in and out of her receptive body, giving both of them a much needed release.
It didn't take long for Milla to start cumming in waves against Jon, fighting it off as much as she could. Jon was too powerful though, too intense and used his fingers along with his cock to make her submit. He barely managed to ride out two of Milla's orgasms, but her third wave sent him over that fine razor edge. They both clung to each other, trembling from head to toe as Jon completely filled Milla to capacity, his face burying in her neck. Milla held him tightly against her, burying her face in his chest as they both stood there, trying to come down from their sexual high. The position hadn't changed and yet it'd been one of the most erotic ones Milla ever experienced. Slowly pulling back, Jon hooked a finger under Milla's chin, forcing her eyes to meet his and captured her lips, letting her know nothing had changed between them.
"I love you." Milla whispered before he could say anything, trying to catch her breath and wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling him lift her up as her legs snugged his waist.
"I love you too, baby girl." Jon rasped out huskily, feeling her forehead rest against his and closed his eyes, not believing he'd shut her out for 5 long days. "I missed you."
"Prove it then." She kissed him passionately, burying her fingers in his blonde curls. "Take me to your bed and show me how much you've missed me, how much you love me."
Jon nodded, realizing he'd been very close to destroy the best thing that ever happened to him with Milla and vowed to never let his emotions get the best of him again. "Whatever you say, baby girl." He carried her back inside and went straight to his room, kicking the door shut, spending the rest of the night giving Milla exactly what she wanted.
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"Milla Brown needs to escort Roman Reigns to the ring still for his matches since he is still technically part of the Shield. They're just going through a rough patch right now and all will be settled by the time the Royal Rumble rolls around." Shane was in the middle of the ring on Monday Night Raw, smiling at the fans with Joe, Randy and Robert standing behind him. "What do you think about that arrangement, big man?"
Joe merely smirked, nodding and rubbed his hands together, licking his lips almost hungrily.
"That's what I thought." Shane chuckled, knowing he could make anything happen with a snap of his fingers. "Now then, onto other business…" He stopped talking when his sister's theme entrance blared through the speakers, interrupting him.
Stephanie had a smile on her face the size of Texas, which was the state they were currently at for Raw. The TLC pay-per-view was that Sunday, so naturally everyone was on edge. With her arm hooked through her husband's, Stephanie made her way down the ramp and walked up the steel ring steps, slipping through the ropes Paul held open for her with ease. Nodding at the 3 men standing behind her brother, Stephanie kept the smile on her face while Paul retrieved a microphone for her, taking it from him as her music cut.
"You're right, Shane, onto other business that involves you and your ridiculous order of having Milla Brown accompany this man," She gestured to Joe, blue eyes guarded. "To the ring. Nothing is going to change and Milla will do whatever she wants, which includes being a valet to whoever team she wants. Clearly, it's not going to be yours and, since Roman decided to betray the fellow Shield members, he is no longer part of that group. So Roman, with all due respect, you need to change your attire since you no longer associate with the Shield."
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Shane bellowed, his entire face turning flaming red and couldn't believe the audacity of his sister to do this on live television. "DO YOU FORGET WHO I AM? I'M THE BOSS! YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT I SAY! I OWN THIS COMPANY!" She'd completely lost her mind and had gone off the deep-end.
Keeping that same sinister smile on her face, Stephanie held her hand up to stop her brother from screaming. "On the contrary Shane, you're wrong about that. You see, both you and I know we own EQUAL shares of this company, which does not make you my boss. We are PARTNERS, if anything. Your ego has gotten out of control since you came back to the WWE and I for one have had all I can take. And just so you're aware, even though we still have the TLC pay-per-view to get through, at the Royal Rumble next month, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins WILL have people in their corner for their championship matches against the current WWE champion Randy Orton and the World Heavyweight champion Rob Van Dam. That's IF they can make it through their opponents Daniel Bryan and Alberto Del Rio this Sunday at TLC. And as far as the Tag Team championships go, Rollins has informed me he's relinquished his title, which means you automatically forfeit yours, Reigns. So hand it over to me."
"Like he needs that anyway! That little pipsqueak was just holding him back!" Ripping the title away from Joe, Shane tossed it at Paul none too gently, laughing. "And just who will help the rookie losers against my handpicked corporate champions, SIS?" He demanded, taking a step toward her and glared at his brother-in-law when Paul took a step in front of his wife.
"Us." Stephanie answered simply, gesturing to herself and Paul with a full blown grin now, watching her brother's dark eyes shoot open. "And I also have something else to announce for tonight's show, because we can't forget about our fans here in Houston, Texas." She waited for the cheering to subside, using that cheap plug to gain brownie points with them. "Roman Reigns, tonight you are in a handicapped match against your ex-Shield members and friends, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins. And if there is ANY outside interference on your behalf, they will be terminated on the spot – champion or not." That was directed straight at Randy and Robert.
Milla, Jon, Colby and Spencer all grinned broadly at the monitor backstage upon hearing that announcement, the men fist bumping each other. They had this in the bag. Tonight, Joe would pay for his betrayal Shield style because they were going to beat the hell out of their ex-best friend and brother. Standing, Jon immediately began doing pushups while Spencer went back to doing her work and Colby started warming up his own way. Milla wasn't surprised when Jon asked her to stay in the back when they went out to face Joe, not having a problem with it. She had a segment with AJ later in the night, but it was before the boys went out to gain some measure of retribution against Joe.
Earlier that morning, both Milla and Jon emerged from his room holding hands, having a very long talk after their strenuous sexual activity. Spencer was glad Jon had finally removed his head from his backside and made things right with Milla before he lost her forever. Colby had been quiet, but he never once pushed Spencer away or made her sleep in a separate room. They talked about what happened with Joe and everything during the 5 days off unlike Jon and Milla. Though they did get that conversation out of the way during their long talk the previous night. Jon felt much better about everything, still angry about Joe's betrayal, but they would settle the score that night in the handicapped match against Joe.
Kissing Jon while Spencer did the same thing to Colby, the women watched them exit the dressing room and locked the door behind them, not putting it past Shane to try to pay them a visit. Together, they sat down on the couch and watched as they made their entrance, Spencer grinning as Colby did his ninja roll over the barricade. They entered the ring where Joe was already waiting for them, electric blue and chocolate focused and ready to tear their former comrade to shreds. It took a little bit, but they eventually stomped Joe down to the mat and didn't stop, using everything in their arsenal against him.
"HOW COULD BETRAY US HUH?" Jon screamed, slapping Joe's head as he lifted him up and delivered his headlock driver move, putting his full force into it.
"YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!" Colby shouted, bouncing off the ropes as Joe managed to get up on his knees and forearms and felt Blackout as his face was driven to the mat again.
"Get a chair NOW!" Jon shoved Colby toward the ropes, stomping Joe repeatedly with his boots and bent down, retrieving one of the chairs Colby brought in. "You first!"
Their emotions had gotten the best of them as Jon lifted Joe up, watching as Colby clocked him as hard as he could with the steel chair. The sickening thud echoed throughout the arena, making fans cringe. The referee had no choice and called for the bell, disqualifying them. Jon didn't care and slammed the chair against the mat repeatedly, shouting at Colby to lift Joe up. Again, Joe was nailed with a chair for the second time and the shot split his forehead wide open, blood pouring down his face. Before they could inflict more damage, Randy and Robert came flying down the ramp, diving in the ring long enough to pull Joe's slumped body out with Shane standing on the top ramp. Snarling, Jon leaned on the ropes along with Colby, both of them doing the strap signal at their Royal Rumble opponents in a little over a month, making sure to eyeball Shane as well.
No matter what the cost, at the Royal Rumble, new champions would be crowned.