-John's POV-
"Ring."
"C'mon.. ring."
"RING DAMMIT!"
"John. Ordering your phone around isn't going to work. Pick it up and call her." Ash rolled her eyes.
I shot her a glare, but did as she said anyways. Listening to it ring, I looked over at the Ortons, cuddled on the couch.
They looked so in love and it looked so effortless. Why is it so hard with Bree and I?
"What?" When I heard her angry voice, my heart glued back together.
"Come see me." I begged quietly, turning my back to the Ortons. They're always listening.
"No." She stated, angry still.
"Why not?" I asked, glaring at no one.
"Because you're a big fat jerk. Goodbye." She hung up.
"Fucking a-.." I redialed her number, mumbling to myself, "What a bitch.."
"I'm turning my phone off." She threatened immediately.
"I'll call Adam's phone." I said, shrugging. "We can compare notes."
"Notes on what?" She asked.
"On how you are in bed. You know.. the usual." I smiled to myself.
"You wouldn't." She gasped.
"I would. Get over here. Now." I hung up this time.
"Is she coming?" Ashley asked softly, raising her eyebrows.
"Yep." I stated, nodding. I sat down on the bed, staring at her.
"Are you still planning on marrying her?" She whispered, frowning.
"I don't know what I'm doing, Ash." I sighed heavily. "Bree doesn't want to break up with Adam."
"She doesn't?" Ash asked, raising her eyebrows. "She said that?"
"Not exactly. She said she needs time to break it off easy. She doesn't want to hurt him." I shrugged, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Understandable. You'll need time to break up with Liz, won't you?" Randy asked.
"I guess. I should just get it over with now, though. Right? I mean.. I don't want to wait until the wedding gets too close.. but..I don't want to break up with her until Bree breaks up with Adam. And she says she's not breaking up with Adam until I break up with Liz. So what do I do?"
"You trust her." Ashley said sternly. "Break off the wedding, John. You're going to lose her."
I stared at them blankly until there was a furious knock on the door.
"Well..?" Randy nodded toward the door. "Go get her."
I stood up slowly, clearing my throat and straightening myself out before walking to the door.
"HURRY UP!" Bree yelled from the other side. "I don't have all night!"
I opened the door slowly, staring at her as she glared at me.
"How dare you threaten to tell Adam on me!! That was your most pathetic move yet! And I'll have all the sex with him I want, because he's my BOYFRIEND. You're not! You're getting married and its not to me! So I'd appreciate it if you'd stay out of my relationship!! And another thing, I-.." I latched my arm around her waist, yanking her into me and kissing her passionately.
"Um.. I uh.. umm.. um.." She shook her head, blinking. "What was I saying?"
"Who cares?" I whispered, leaning down and kissing her again.
I pulled her into the room, still kissing her, and our bodies immediately reacted. We began to bang into walls and tables while trying to find our way to the bed.
"Uh, guys? We're still here." Randy stated, and we both instantly parted.
"Wow.." Ashley sighed dreamily, both of them staring at us. "Its so romantic."
"Acting like a couple of horny animals? Yeah. So romantic." Randy scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"They're passionate." Ashley glared at him. "You could learn a thing or two from John."
"Yeah, well I'm sure you could learn a thing or two from Bree! Like that sucky.. bitey.. thing she's doing right now!" Randy waved his hand at me and Bree.
She was, in fact, latched onto my neck, sucking and nibbling my sweet spot.
"Can you guys get out?" I asked, pressing into her harder, trying to stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.
So much pleasure... need to get Ortons out.. now..
"This is our hotel room." Ashley said, glaring at us from her spot on the couch.
"Get a new one." Bree ordered, and when she looked at their angry faces, she smiled.
"Please?" She begged sweetly.
"Get out!" Randy ordered this time, and Bree and I exchanged a look before both bolting out the door.
We had to get back to my room immediately before the passion wears off. Ha, what the hell am I saying?
The passion is never going to wear off for us.
