As the evening rolled around, and Roman had tried calling Dean unsuccessfully several times, Roman made his way to Dean's house. He had sobered up enough during the afternoon to know that something was not right. He pounded on Dean's door until his friend finally opened.
"What?" Dean barked.
Roman looked at the bottle of whiskey in Dean's hand. Clearly Dean had continued the party on his own.
"You don't answer your phone," Roman said.
"I know. I don't wanna talk to you right now," Dean said.
"But you're going to," Roman said. "I'm here to check up on you and West."
"She's not here," Dean said.
"Where is she?" Roman asked.
"How the fuck should I know? I last saw her at your house," Dean said.
Roman's jaw dropped. Dean had told West to go here but she hadn't.
"And you didn't think to fucking call me or anyone else?" Roman asked.
"Why would I? If she doesn't wanna be here, I can't make her," Dean shrugged. "Why the fuck do you even care?"
There was a lot Roman could say in that moment. He could remind Dean of the two years his girlfriend had been in prison. Clearly Dean didn't care, and West couldn't care much about Dean either if she chose not to go here.
"She's got nowhere to go," Roman said.
"She'll be alright. She always is," Dean said.
"You're fucking useless," Roman muttered.
Roman walked downtown and checked every place he could think of. He finally found her after an hour and a half. She was sitting in a bar drinking. Something she couldn't afford but judging by the two men at her table, she wasn't paying. He walked over and sat down next to her.
"Hey!" One of the men said.
"This is none of your business!" Roman growled. "Leave on your own or I'll make you."
"Dick!" The other guy mumbled.
The two men got up and moved to another table. They kept their eyes on Roman and West as if they were just waiting for Roman to leave so they could jump right back in. Roman looked at West and sighed.
"You're not allowed to drink when you're on parole," he said.
"I wasn't the one driving that night," she said.
His eyes widened as she just threw that out there. He always had a suspicion that things weren't exactly as he had been led to believe. Between Dean and West, she was always the reasonable and sane one. Driving drunk seemed like something she would never do, yet they had both stuck to that story. She drove and killed someone.
"West," he said lowly. "What are you trying to tell me?"
"Dean drove. I don't recall even getting into the car. I was passed out drunk. He carried me into the car. When we hit the woman, he woke me up and convinced me to take the fall so it wouldn't hurt his wrestling career," she said.
"Why would you do that?" He asked.
"I don't know," she answered. "It seemed like the right thing back then. Next day I wanted to come clean but you picked him up at the station. I saw the look on your face when you hugged him. I couldn't do that to you."
"To me?" He asked.
"He's not only your best friend but also someone you count on in your career. I had a chance of not fucking anything up for you either, and I took it. My record was clean unlike his. I would get a shorter sentence. The woman was already dead. It didn't matter who took the fall."
He couldn't believe it. It was clear it was Dean's words coming out of her mouth.
"But it did matter," he said. "Look at you, baby girl. Your life got ruined because of his mistake, and he got away with it."
"Thank you for reminding me," she said.
"Is that why you didn't go back to his house?" He asked.
"Why would I go there? I haven't seen him in two years. As far as I'm concerned, we broke up the day I went to jail," she said.
"What about all the times he visited you?" He asked.
It was her turn to not believe what she heard. Dean had been lying to Roman for two years.
"Is that what he's been telling you? That he's been visiting me? No one visited me in there. Not once. I called him from time to time because I figured he at least owed it to me to pick me up and help me somehow. Clearly he didn't think so," she said.
"Jesus, I didn't know," he said.
"Now you do," she said.
"Alright, come home with me. If you're not too scared to share a bed with me, you can crash with me," he said.
"I haven't had a night to myself in two years. I doubt you're any scarier than my cellmate," she said.
He chuckled and stood up. She stood up too and followed him out. He gave a final glance towards her two drinking buddies that seemed anything but pleased that he was taking away that night's prey.
"What were you doing with those two guys?" He asked.
"Free drinks. I still got it apparently," she said.
"You know they were expecting a threesome in return," he said.
"I never promised anything. That would have been on them," she said.
"It would have been two against one if they had turned out to be violent," he said.
"Stop worrying. You're here with me. I'm fine," she said.
He eyed the plastic bag in her hand. Whatever was in there could only be whatever little belongings she had brought with her to prison. He wasn't gonna ask about it. He knew she was carrying her entire life with her as she walked with him to his house. She had nothing. She had to start over. All this time Roman had thought Dean was still in the picture and ready to pick up where they left off once she got out. Clearly he had been mistaken.
"Do you want a shirt to sleep in?" He asked.
"Unless you want me to sleep naked," she said.
He smirked and stepped closer to her. She knew him. She was used to his weird way of flirting which had always been over the top when it came to her. He had never been able to help himself around her. Why Dean never seemed to catch on, and West never seemed to think it was inappropriate, was beyond him. She always seemed to enjoy it.
"Unless you found a lesbian lover in prison, I'm sure you could use a good time in bed. I bet you'd even fall apart within seconds because it's been so long," he said.
"Are you that desperate that you wanna fuck me?" She asked.
"Am I that ugly that you don't wanna fuck me?" He countered.
"You're beautiful," she said.
"I'm desperate," he said. "No wait, that came out wrong. I'm not that desperate that I wanna fuck anything that moves. I'm desperate to fuck you. I always have been."
She ran her fingers up his chest and smirked back at him.
"If you don't make me cum, I'm gonna kill you in your sleep," she said.
He grinned and crashed his lips down on hers. He was kissing and biting her while tearing both her and his clothes off. He picked her up and threw her on the bed. She didn't have any time to say or do anything before he buried his head between her legs and gave her all he could.
"Oh, fuck!" She moaned.
She buried her fingers in his hair and pushed his head a bit to where she wanted him to be. She let out a louder moan and he continued in that direction. He had been right. She fell apart within seconds in what sounded like a much needed orgasm.
He raised his head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving. There was a cute, little smile on her face. He crawled up her body, kissed her again and pushed inside her without warning. Her fingers landed on his back, her nails scratching down to deliver delightful pain.
"Keep going!" She panted. "Fuck, that feels good!"
"Fuck, West!" He growled.
He grabbed her ass and squeezed while burying his head in the crook of her neck. His teeth and tongue enjoyed the skin of her neck while he kept squeezing her ass harder and thrusting in as deep as he could.
She fell apart a second time. She was shaking underneath him and it was the best feeling in the world. He wondered if he should chase his own undoing or aim for a third time for her. She needed it and she deserved it. She gave him the answer on her own.
"Roll over," she said.
He held on to her and rolled them both around so that she was on top. He watched her as she placed her hands on his chest and started moving. It made sense that she needed to be in control before they were done. For two years she hadn't been in control of anything. Now that she was back on the outside, she would have to take back everything piece by piece. Starting with a man under her.
"Fuck! That feels so good, baby girl," he moaned.
Her nails bit into his skin again. His chest was receiving that delightful pain. He held on to her hips and allowed her to take complete control. She fell apart a third time and pulled him with her into a world of pure bliss.
She collapsed down on his chest and almost gasped for air. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his fingers up and down her spine while they both came down from their high. She let out a giggle and slowly slid down next to him.
"I needed that," she said.
"Me too," he said.
She raised her head, gave him a tired smile and leaned in for a kiss. It was a slow, passionate kiss that he would have liked to last forever.
"I need to pee," she said.
She left the bed and went to clean herself up. He walked to his kitchen to clean himself up as well. They met back up in the bedroom shortly after. It didn't seem awkward or anything. It felt right. They got back in bed and he pulled the covers over both of them before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back first up against his chest.