Chapter 38
Sitting between Jon Moxley and Dean Ambrose had to be the most uncomfortable plane ride of Jecina's life. The tension was so thick it couldn't be cut with the sharpest blade and the silence was deafening. Dean had the window seat while Jon took the outside, neither of them wanting to sit by the other, so Jecina had no choice except to take the middle seat. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she thought, twiddling her thumbs with her eyes lowered, chewing her bottom lip nervously. Wednesday had arrived way too fast and now they were on their way to her penthouse in Chicago. She jumped when a hand reached out to take her left, forest green eyes snapping up to meet concerned pale blues.
"Are you alright?" Dean asked quietly, turning her hand over to stroke the inside of it with his long fingers.
"Yeah." Jecina cracked a small smile and leaned into his gentle touch when Dean caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Just nervous, for obvious reasons."
Dean nodded in understanding and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head. "Everything is going to be fine. You have nothing to worry about." With him anyway, Dean added in thought, glancing over at Jon lounging back in his seat with a hat over his face and a pair of black headphones over his ears blasting music.
"I know, I trust both of you. I've just never…done something like this before and it's a little nerve-wracking. I'll be fine though, I promise." She took Dean's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before turning her attention to Jon, smiling at his soft snoring. "How can he be so calm about this and actually nap?" Jecina hadn't slept well for a couple of weeks ever since she asked the twins to have a threesome with her, but rest was the last thing on her mind.
"Not a clue."
Dean didn't release her hand and glanced out the window, knowing they'd be landing shortly in Chicago at O'Hare Airport, a car already waiting for them to drive to the penthouse. The rest of the flight was made in silence and when they landed an hour later, Jecina's nerves shot up a few more notches. Was this really happening? Was she really taking two men back to her place for a sexual escapade? Jecina never did things like this and she wondered what the twins thought of her for suggesting doing a threesome with them. Did they think she was a slut or whore? So many different thoughts and emotions rushed through her all at once while they headed through the terminal to grab their luggage before heading to where her black Escalade was.
Jon could tell something was off with Jecina and decided to wait until they were out by the Escalade before tagging her with questions. "What's wrong, Jina?" Jon asked, standing behind her and settled his hands on her hips, pulling her back against him so his mouth hovered over her ear. "You're shaking, precious."
"I'm fine, Jon…"
"You're lying." He hissed and spun her around to face him, both of them momentarily alone since Dean's luggage accidentally went to a different terminal than theirs. "Having second thoughts?"
"No, of course not." Jecina swallowed past the lump that formed in her throat as soon as Jon planted a chaste kiss to the pulse point on her neck. "I would never back out of this with you and Dean."
"Even though you want me more than him." Jon stated and blinked when Jecina shoved him away, staring down at her through electric blues. "What the fuck?"
Jecina pursed her lips tightly together and folded her arms in front of her chest, forest green eyes even. "I don't know who I want more right now, Moxley. It could very well be Dean and not you. So don't start with the cockiness or it might end up biting you on the ass." Her eyes lit up when Dean came jogging up to them and tossed his bags in the back of the Escalade, shutting the door closed.
"Sorry about that, beautiful." He didn't bother acknowledging Jon, his eyes only for Jecina. "Ready to get the hell out of here?"
"Yes and to make it fair to both of you, nobody gets shotgun. So both of you hop in the back and try not to kill each other." Winking at the twins, Jecina turned and pulled herself up behind the wheel of the Escalade, firing up the ignition.
"Well fuck." Jon and Dean simultaneously grunted together and shared a glare, shaking their heads before following Jecina's instructions.
Jon couldn't believe Jecina stood up to him and knew Dean was responsible for that, trying to simmer his boiling blood. He hadn't forgotten the betrayal of what they both did or the lines that were crossed. There was no conclusive proof, but from the way Jecina cried out Dean's name and the squeaking of the bed, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened between them. He knew Jecina would never go as far as having sex with Dean, but the rules they set up with her had been broken. What he did to Jecina earlier that night at the arena outside had been spontaneous and not planned, but Jon didn't break the rules, finding a loophole instead. Dean hadn't cared, went a step further and Jecina broke the rules right along with him, so Jon felt completely justified in what transpired with Layla. He regretted nothing he did in life and knew he should come clean to Jecina about what he did, but then Jon wouldn't get his revenge. That simply wasn't an option.
On the other side of the Escalade, Dean stared out the window at the beautiful city of Chicago and couldn't get what happened with Jecina out of his mind. The way she writhed beneath him completely breathless and at his mercy took his breath away. Just the memory was enough to make his jeans grow tighter and Dean had to take a few deep breaths to calm his raging hard-on before it burst through the zipper. Rules were broken that night, sure, but Dean was desperate and figured he couldn't let Jon make Jecina's world spin off its axel without giving her a taste of what he had to offer. Besides, what Jon didn't know wouldn't hurt him and Jecina already made him promise to take what they did with each other to the grave.
Once they arrived at the penthouse, Jecina felt the butterflies erupt in her stomach and put the Escalade in park in the garage. She slipped out of the driver's side and put the code in opening the door while the twins grabbed their luggage as well as hers. Dean had one bag and Jon had the other, both of them following Jecina up the winding staircase of the 3 story penthouse. It was beautiful and lavish, but still simple the way Jecina was in life, the environment and style matching her well. Jecina showed them their rooms and refused to let them see hers, taking her bags from the men before disappearing in her room. Luckily, neither questioned her on why they couldn't see her room yet and Jecina was grateful for it because she needed a few minutes alone to collect her thoughts – to prepare herself for what would happen later that night.
Changing into a pair of sky blue pajama pants with a matching tank top, Jecina brushed her hair out and checked her armpits to make sure she wasn't hairy. She showered earlier that morning and shaved, but still wanted to double check for hairs. Splashing water on her face, Jecina stared back in her reflection in the mirror and took a few deep breaths to slow her racing heart, hating how nervous she was. She knew Jon Moxley and Dean Ambrose, it wasn't like they were strange men coming into her bed and she wanted both of them. What was wrong with that? Nothing, Jecina was just overthinking everything and trying to rationalize something that didn't need to be questioned.
"You can do this. You better get out there before they start hunting you down." Jecina murmured to the silence of her bathroom and scrubbed hands down her face, trying to snap herself out of the nervousness. "Enough of this." Flipping the light off, Jecina walked out of her bathroom and bedroom, closing the door behind her just as the twins exited their rooms. "How about some food?"
Both Dean and Jon nodded with appreciative smiles, warming Jecina's heart from the inside out. She walked over to them and went to Jon first, reaching up to brush her mouth against his in a soft kiss. Jon groaned, instantly snaking his arm around her waist to pull her closer and deepened the kiss slightly, sighing when she pulled away too soon. Jecina winked and then turned to face Dean, cupping the back of his neck as she stood on her tiptoes to reach his mouth, kissing him the same way she had Jon. Pulling back, she took each of their hands and turned, guiding them down the stairs to the sitting room that had a huge 52" flat screen television mounted to the wall. Light tanned microfiber couches and chairs with a black coffee table and white carpeting adorned the room, an artistic huge picture on the wall being the only real décor besides a huge DVD case full of movies on the other large wall. Jecina had quite the collection and was a movie buff, enjoying them immensely.
"Jon, there's a wraparound porch out this door if you want to smoke. It's screened in." Jecina informed him softly, releasing both of their hands at the same time and opened a few of the shades to let some sunlight flow through. "Watch whatever you want, there's a second sitting area if you two can't come to terms on a program. I'm gonna go start dinner."
"Do you need some help?" Dean offered, not in the mood to watch television especially after that kiss upstairs a moment ago. He just wanted to be near Jecina right now. "Anything, just name it."
Jecina shook her head with a smile and gestured to the couch, giving Dean a gentle but firm push in that direction. "Let me pamper the men in my life." Her eyes moved to Jon, not surprised when he pulled out his pack of smokes and headed for the wraparound porch. "I expect you to spend some time inside with us, Moxley."
Just the look in her eyes told Jon how serious she was and he felt himself nod, assuring her he'd be back inside after a nicotine fix. "I promise." He murmured, running a finger down her cheek and dropped a kiss on her forehead before vacating the room, leaving Dean standing there with her alone.
"Go relax, Ambrose." She squeezed his hand and headed into the kitchen nearby, the swinging door blocking her from Dean's view.
Dinner consisted of homemade Chicken Alfredo with sauce, French Italian bread, tossed Caesar salad and steamed broccoli. It took several hours to make and gave Jecina some more time to mull over what would happen in her bedroom after dinner. She poured 3 glasses of red wine and set the table with her finest dinnerware, setting all the food on the glass round table. Smiling at the setup, Jecina walked out of the dining room to the sitting area, the fireplace crackling in the corner while both men sat watching ESPN together. It was the first time they had done something without bickering and Jecina hated disturbing the moment, leaning against the doorframe to watch them for a few minutes.
Jon felt eyes on him and turned his eyes away from the television, narrowing them on a grinning Jecina. "What are you staring at, woman?" He demanded, gaining Dean's attention as both men stood from the couch, shutting the television off since they knew dinner was ready.
"Nothing, just nice to see you two getting along." Jecina laughed when they both gaped at her and shook her head, leading them into the dining room that had candles lit on the table.
"Cheeky wench." Dean grunted, taking his seat along with Jon after she did, both of them showing the same amount of respect surprisingly enough.
"That she is. She should get a spanking for that remark." Jon commented with a smirk, electric blues twinkling evilly and Jecina lowered her eyes from him, already feeling her cheeks growing hot.
"Dig in." Jecina leaned back against the chair and sipped her wine, watching Jon dive into the food while Dean merely stared at her, the intensity in his eyes making her weak in the knees. "Eat, Ambrose."
Dean waited until Jon piled his plate before taking his fill and then grabbed Jecina's plate, giving her a healthy helping of the delicious food. "You need to eat too, Cina. Get busy." He ignored her playful glare and took a bite out of the Chicken Alfredo, biting back a groan.
Dinner was ate in silence with the men clearing their plates while Jecina only ate half of hers, not hungry. Her stomach was in knots and she tried keeping her nerves at bay, but the closer the time came to go up to the bedroom, the more intense they became. Dean noticed it and nudged Jon's knee with his foot, gesturing his head toward an entranced Jecina. Her eyes were on her plate, but she'd barely touched the food and they both knew why. She had to eat if they were both going to have her, so Dean came up with a plan he hoped Jon went along with. Jon reluctantly stood as well, seeing the worry in Dean's eyes and he had to admit he was concerned about Jecina too. Twirling his finger, Dean directed Jon to stand behind her while he pulled Jecina's chair out, jolting her out of the deep thoughts penetrating her mind.
"What are you-?"
"You're going to eat and we're helping you." Dean stated, his tone leaving no room for argument and looked up at Jon, both of them nodding in understanding.
Jecina frowned and began shaking her head until she felt Jon's mouth on her neck, his hands moving up and down her arms in a loving caress. "You're eating." He ordered in a low gritty voice, sending shivers throughout her body that he felt down to his bone marrow. "Open that pretty mouth, Jina."
Dean had twirled some noodles around the fork and held it up to her lips, his cock twitching in his jeans as soon as her mouth engulfed it whole. "That's my girl." He rumbled, swiping some Alfredo sauce from the corner of her mouth while Jon continued distracting her with neck action.
Strong hands slid up and down her thighs, massaging them along with fingers brushing against her cotton pant covered crotch. "Dean…Jon…" She moaned both of their names, raising a hand to bury her fingers in Jon's rueful curls while Dean continued feeding her, both of them relaxing her in their own way and it worked.
"This is just the beginning of tonight, Jina." Jon promised, moving to the other side of her neck and nipped the skin playfully, not believing he was working as a team with Dean. "It will be a night you'll never fucking forget."
"Agreed." Dean gave her the final bite of food, clearing the rest of her plate and passionately kissed Jecina, being careful not to invade on Jon's neck territory. "Come on, let's go sit on the couch and get more comfortable. There's something we want to talk to you about before the action gets underway."
Jecina couldn't imagine what it could be and let the twins lead her out of the dining room, no longer feeling nervous about the upcoming night of passion she'd experience with both of them.