Chapter 53

I need to talk to you. Come to my room tonight after the show. 439. I'll be waiting.

Jecina stared down at the text message and sighed, retrieving her luggage from baggage claim. She should've been happy it wasn't Jon since he'd blown her cell phone up ever since Wednesday morning. Throughout her 2 days off, all Jecina did was text him back and must've told him to leave her alone at least 50 times. She lost track honestly and resigned to the fact Jon would do what he wanted whenever. It was a small miracle he didn't show up at her penthouse in Chicago during those days off, especially since he'd threatened to do so. Between texting Jon –they were 99% filthy and sexual- and Dean, Jecina was mentally and emotionally exhausted. On top of dealing with the twins, the Lilies were texting and calling her as well – more Liliya than Lilianna because of what she did to Summer Rae on Raw 3 weeks ago.

It'd been a month since Liliya's return and things were hectic as ever, especially after Fandango and Summer Rae's beatings on national television. Stephanie and Hunter were ripped to shreds verbally by Vince McMahon, nearly being fired for their conduct, but that was until Stephanie explained their actions. They were slapped on the wrist and warned not to do it again because losing an asset like Randy Orton hurt the company financially. Vince was a fan of Fandango and Summer Rae as well, but at least Randy would be able to return in a few months from the injuries sustained at the hands of Roman Reigns. Fandango and Summer Rae were confined to the hospital until further notice due to being in severe comas. Roman, Liliya and Seth were slapped with fines, both thankful that was all they received from Vince McMahon.

Those matches were brutal, but Jecina didn't feel sorry for any of the victims since they deserved the beatings. She was a kind woman at heart, but if pushed far enough Jecina had a mean streak just like everyone else in the world. After hearing everything Summer Rae and Fandango did to Liliya and Seth, they reaped what they sowed in the world and Jecina didn't feel an ounce of sympathy. Sighing, she texted Dean back letting him know she'd be there with bells on, trying to inject a little humor into the message. Things were tense between them lately and Jecina knew it was her fault, the guilt eating away at her every time Jon made contact. She also knew that's what Dean wanted to discuss that night in the hotel and Jecina didn't know if she was ready for it yet.

Arriving at the arena, Jecina went to the cafeteria and began cooking, trying to lose herself in recipes for a few hours instead of thinking about the 'talk' with Dean. She dreaded it, afraid he would find out everything she'd been doing for the past month with Jon. Jecina was a horrible person and felt awful, knowing she didn't deserve to be with Dean or the love he offered. At the same time, she couldn't deny or fight the raw intense feelings for Jon either, not able to shake him, no matter what she did. Telling Jon to go away and leave her alone was like moving a solid brick wall – it wasn't happening. Dean wanted her completely in every way and Jon only wanted to play games, so why didn't she choose the good man?

"OW SHIT!" Jecina shouted, pulling the hot baking sheet from her hand and clutched it to her chest, feeling it pulsing with pain.

She was in such deep thought while baking and forgot to slip the oven mitt on before taking the first batch of cookies out. Quickly grabbing a piece of the butter stick, Jecina applied it to her scorched hand and whimpered, knowing it would blister in no time. It wasn't Jecina's first burn and wouldn't be her last, but she had to focus on what she was doing before something more catastrophic happened. Ignoring the stinging in her hand, Jecina quickly wrapped it up with a bandage and continued cooking, refusing to let it stop her from doing her job.

By the time the show ended and Jecina arrived at the hotel, it was past 11 PM. She was exhausted and couldn't stop yawning to save her life, thanks to Michael's pain pills he gave her for her hand. The pain got to be too much halfway through the night, so Jecina paid Michael a quick visit to check on the severity of her burn. Michael concluded it was second degree and would most likely blister, but pain pills definitely helped. Standing outside of room 439, Jecina could see the light shining through the bottom of the door and knew Dean was there, contemplating if she should knock or not. Taking a deep breath, Jecina rose her hand and tapped gently, staring back into pale blues a few seconds later.

"Was starting to think you weren't coming." Dean stepped aside and let her in, immediately noticing her bandaged right hand. "Shit, what happened, Cina?"

"Burned myself being stupid. It's nothing." Jecina assured him softly, wincing slightly when Dean took it to press a soft kiss to the palm and cracked a small smile. "It'll be better in a few weeks."

Dean nodded, guiding her over to the bed to sit down with him while still holding her bandaged hand carefully. "Does it hurt?" He asked softly, not wanting her to be in any pain.

"Not as much now. Michael gave me some painkillers, so if I'm a little sleepy you know why." Jecina stifled a yawn and turned to fully face him, reaching up to brush a dry curl away from his forehead. "You look tired, sweetie."

Truthfully, Dean felt drained in every way because he hadn't slept well in the past month…for several reasons. One of them currently sat in front of him and Dean knew he couldn't postpone this talk anymore. It'd been 2 months since Jecina agreed to be with him in a relationship, to try, but Dean felt like he was the only one in it. He had to find out where Jecina stood and could only hope she had the answers he wanted to hear.

"Jecina, what are we doing?" Dean didn't mean to be so blunt, but he was fed up with prevaricating.

"What do you mean?" Confusion filled her forest green eyes and Jecina watched Dean stand up from the bed, beginning to pace in front of her. "Dean…"

"Do you love me?" Dean demanded, tearing a hand through his hair and didn't stop moving, needing to do something else besides stare at her. "It's been 2 months, Cina. I know what happened with me and…Moxley hurt you, but I'm done waiting and need to know. Because I feel like I'm the only one in this relationship. Hell, you won't even share a hotel room with me so I can hold you in my arms at night. Granted, I want to make love to you too, but I won't pressure you for that. I just want you and I need to know if you want the same thing, if you feel the same way I do."

Jecina swallowed hard and lowered her gaze to the floor, already feeling tears stinging the back of her eyes. She was still hurting over what happened with Jon, yes, but Dean had no idea what his diabolical twin had done to her over the past month either. The sneak attacks at the arena, kissing and touching, making her feel so much desire she thought for sure she'd combust. Lighting her on fire and refusing to put the flames out, leaving her sexually frustrated to the point where not even ice cold showers helped anymore. Of course, Jecina couldn't tell Dean any of this because he wouldn't understand and the last thing she wanted to do was stir the pot with the brothers. They were family after all.

"I need more time, Dean." She finally spoke, keeping her voice low and quiet, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. "I-I know it's not fair to you…"

"You damn right it's not!" Dean rarely lost his temper, but the way Jecina currently acted sent his temper skyrocketing to the heavens. "I'm done hearing that excuse. I want to hear a legitimate reason why you need more time because I can't keep doing this. I can't keep hoping you'll get over what happened and want to be with me."

Jecina snapped her head up at Dean's outburst and saw the warmth in his eyes had been replaced with glaciers. "What do you want from me?" She stood up from the bed, shaking her head and decided maybe it was best to leave.

"I want the truth. I want to know what's going on with you and why you can't commit to me the way I am to you!" Dean read her mind and could tell Jecina was getting ready to leave, refusing to let her. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her into his arms, being mindful of her injured hand. "Let me in, Jecina."

His mouth descended on hers before Jecina could respond or react and Dean felt her fingers delve in his dry dishwater blonde curls, groaning at her soft touch. Jecina didn't know why she kissed him back, but it felt wonderful and she couldn't push Dean away even if she tried. Maybe she was an attention whore. The feeling of Dean's lips against hers felt good, but it wasn't Jon. They definitely kissed differently and Jecina could feel the desperation in Dean's, her heart breaking into pieces since she was the cause of it. Then again, maybe sleeping with Dean and letting him make love to her would make her feelings for Jon disappear. Only when they needed oxygen to breathe did Dean break the kiss and snaked his tongue out to run across his top lip, the hunger in his darkened blues not missed. Stepping back from him, Jecina began unbuttoning her white blouse and let it slip down her arms to flutter to the carpeted floor.

"Cina…"

Dean felt his cock twitch in his jeans at the sight of her in a white lace bra that contrasted beautifully against her tanned skin, his eyes moving to watch her dress pants join the white blouse on the floor moments later. Was this really happening? Jecina walked toward him and pressed a finger against his lips when Dean opened his mouth to speak, her mouth replacing it a second later. Her soft smooth skin against his strong hands felt amazing and real, though Dean was sure he was still dreaming. That was until he felt her hand unsnap the button on his tight blue jeans and slid her hand past his boxer/briefs to stroke his engorged cock.

"These need to go." Jecina murmured against his mouth, nipping his bottom lip and moved her hands further into his jeans until they came in contact with his firm backside, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Not wasting any more time, Dean pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them along with his boxer/briefs, freeing his cock from the confines. Jecina swallowed hard, not remembering him being so well-endowed and smiled, removing her panties before unsnapping her bra. She then pushed Dean down to sit on the bed and straddled his lap, gasping as his cock brushed against her quivering soaking sex. Jecina trembled against him from the pure anticipation of being joined together again for the first time in 2 months, her eyes locking with his. Dean reached up to stroke her face tenderly with the back of his hand, trying to ease her nerves a little as well as his own since they were completely alone this time.

"Are you sure about this?" Dean had to ask, kissing Jecina's thumb when it traced his bottom lip and she nodded without hesitation.

"I want you, Dean." Jecina meant it at that moment, Jon the furthest thing from her mind and kissed him passionately, pouring every ounce of feeling into it she possibly could.

Dean didn't need any other proof and stood up with Jecina in his arms, turning to guide her down on the bed with him settled between her thighs. Their fingers laced together –He made sure to wrap his hand around her wrist with her injured hand- as Dean began pushing past her slick folds and Jecina hooked one of her legs around his waist, whimpering. Her hardened nipples brushed against his chest and Dean groaned at the contact, his mouth descending on Jecina's just as his hips snapped forward to bury himself to the hilt inside of her receptive body.

"Oh Dean!" Jecina cried out, his mouth leaving hers to feast on the flesh of her neck and soon he began thrusting inside of her at a slow methodic pace. "Harder, baby…"

"No, I want this to last as long as possible." Dean protested in a grunt, releasing her wrist to cup her breast in his strong hand and captured the nipple in his mouth, producing deeper moans from her. "Feel good, Cina? Talk to me, darlin'…"

She nodded, burying her fingers in his unruly curls with her injured hand and didn't feel the pain from it because of how exquisite his cock felt inside of her. "Make me cum for you…I need it, Dean…" The hot coil inside her lower abdomen began forming with every stroke and Jecina could barely breathe, the sounds of their lovemaking resonating around the room.

Neither cared who heard them, getting lost in each other for hours on end.


When Dean woke up the next morning to an empty space and Jecina nowhere to be found, he figured she had to be at the arena for a meeting. Stephanie liked having a weekly update on how everything was going with their favorite caterer and it was at house shows since televised shows were too hectic to squeeze a meeting in. He slid from the bed and went to take a shower, even though Dean didn't mind smelling of sex and Jecina. Others wouldn't like the odor and he had to be considerate, his thoughts consumed with the previous night's events.

An hour later, Dean stepped out of the shower and pulled a pair of dark blue basketball shorts on, checking his phone to see if there were any messages from Jecina. None. He decided not to bother her and went to slick his hair back when a knock sounded at the hotel room door. Dean figured it was Jecina since she didn't have a key to the room yet and opened it, surprised at who stared back at him.

"Layla, what are you doing here?"

"We need to talk." Layla didn't bother with formalities and stepped inside the room past a confused Dean, waiting until the door closed. "It's about Jecina and your brother."

Layla had Dean's undivided attention.