CJ is scrambling on her knees to pick up the litter of papers that were scattered across the floor. She is so worried about picking up the papers she doesn't notice the lone figure that comes up behind her, not until she feels the pen in her hair being pulled free. Hears the jingle of dog tags. Jerking back in surprise.
"What are YOU doing, Mr. Ambrose?"
The rest of Shield can be seen coming up behind their brethren and Dean holds out his hand.
"I believe Trips ORDERED me to sign a contract to defend my US championship title tonight on RAW? So where is it?"
Horror crosses her face as glances down at the scattered papers again, biting her lower lip she shyly fumbles out.
"Well, you see."
Dean leans down, snarling as he yells in her face. Tears fall from her honey-colored eyes.
"Where. Is. My. Contract. Doll?"
Snapping back as she pushes him away, not before their lips come awful close to touching.
"Randy Orton. Took. IT!"
Watching as rage washes over his blue eyes, as he straightens up then looks at his brothers. An evil smile on his lips, he murmurs.
"Well now, that's just an injustice. Isn't it, boys?"
Blinking as she watches them step around her, as Dean Ambrose steps on some of her papers. She frowns. As they walk away she bends down and finds a piece of paper that is clearly labeled:
Dean Ambrose
Vs
Cody Rhodes
US CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE
Shrugging as she readjusts her glasses and rips the contract into tiny little pieces. Glancing around as she stuffs the pieces into her pocket.
She is aware the camera is gone and that Hunter is next to her.
"Leave it CJ. We have dinner reservations to get to."
Biting her lower she nods and sighs as he helps her up. Straightening out her skirt she looks around in confusion. She sees the Shield is lingering.
"Isn't Stephanie joining us tonight?"
Hunter sighs and wraps an arm around her waist, pushing her towards the limo.
"No, she had to fly back tonight so she could be home in enough time for Linda's appointment in the morning."
Nodding her head in understanding she is aware that some of the talents are looking at them. Feeling a blush creep up on her cheeks she wiggles a little closer to Hunter, but her head swings back, and her eyes land a pair of hard blue eyes that are staring right at her. Mouthing the words before she can stop herself.
Goodnight … bad boy.
Her reward was a boyish smile and a laugh that echoed throughout the halls of the emptying arena.
Jon watches Hunter lead CJ away after their promo, he and Joe haven't gone far enough to not overhear her conversation with Hunter. Colby had taken a piss break. Joe is looking at him, asking softly.
"It's a fucked up relationship, Uce. Don't do it."
He knows what his friend is saying. Watching her walk and talk about Hunter's wife as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
Stephanie's voice in his head. Paul, not Hunter … but … Paul.
The CJ is looking back at HIM, mouthing back at HIM. Goodnight … bad boy. And he knows. JUST KNOWS. He is fucked because he wants a piece of the side piece.
"God fucking damn IT." He mumbles even as he laughs at her words. At the temptation, she is waving right in his fucking face. Shaking his head, even as Renee, HIS wholesome- apple pie girlfriend comes up to him.
"Are we going out tonight?"
There is hope in her eyes, in her voice. Looking down at her, he sighs. She has been trying like hell to get into his pants in the three months they have casually been seeing one another. It's just that she does absolutely nothing for him.
"Sure, Darlin."
Biting back a moan as she slips an arm around his waist, cringing slightly as she tiptoes up to give him a small chastity kiss on the lips. Colby from behind them coughs and asks.
"I thought CJ was coming with us?"
Renee pouts up at him but snarky bites out.
"You think she has the time?"
The Bella twins happen to be walking by at the time of that comment and stop and ask.
"For someone who acts like her friend Renee that was a bitchy thing to say."
Renee blushes at their reprimand and tries to cuddle into him. He pushes her off, he won't condone anyone treating one of his friends- but Renee tries to defend herself.
"I didn't mean anything BAD by it, Nikki. I am sure it's rough to be in her position of being Hunter's."
Growling and pushing Renee at arm's length, narrows his eyes at his would-be girlfriend. Nikki is unfazed however and stuns everyone with a simple question.
"You all act like she is a fuck toy for Hunter. Tell me though when have you ever even seen Hunter kiss her- besides on the forehead, or EVEN hold her hand?"
Renee takes a moment to think it over then answers.
"Well if my wife was always watching I wouldn't publicly advertise either."
Both women had excellent points if you asked Jon. So the question was if CJ Parks wasn't Hunter's side piece what in the FUCK was she?
AND
If she wasn't- did that mean she was fair game?
Stephanie raises the mic up to her lips. Hunter, Randy Orton, and Batista are in the ring with her.
The crowd can't seem to make up their mind of their chant: Bootista or Shield.
The electricity is flowing over CJ- this will be her first time in front of a live crowd. She is thrilled and terrified all at the same time. Turning to walk out of the gorilla position cause she thinks she is going to be sick.
She ends up running into a solid wall, known as the Shield. A sob breaks free.
"I can't."
Strong arms come around her in flash, lips in her hair- smashing against her own.
"Baby, you got this."
The terrifying feeling is gone as she stares into crystal blue eyes that are only inches away from hers. His fingers come up slowly to caress some stray hair from her face.
"Jon, I am not ready."
The trick of the words is not lost on her. Hunter would have laughed at her cheesy pun. Before he can reply Shawn is next to her, leading her away- back to the gorilla position and before she knows it her theme song is playing.
She's just a girl and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway
She's living in a world and it's on fire
Filled with catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away
Oh, oh oh oh oh
She got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
She got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down
Raising the mic to her lips she waits to cut Stephaine off.
"Who in the hell do you think ARE?"
She smiles as clicks her tongue and looks at Hunter in the ring softly asks.
"Hunter, you haven't told your beautiful kind wife who I really am yet? After all this time?"
Waiting for the crowd to settle down, for the camera to come in closer. She realizes she wants to be back in Jon's arms. To hide away from all of this.
From all that is about to take place.
"You see, Stephanie you might be 'daddy's little princess-' but."
Hunter makes like he's going to exit out of the ring, bringing his own mic to his lips. He snaps.
"Catherine, I have been kind- generous even."
Snarling as she screams into her mic.
"Generous? By keeping me as your little dirty secret, Hunter? I don't think so."
Eyes casting over the group in the ring, then over the crowd. She murmurs softly.
"Stephanie you're your dad's princess, but me. ME, I'm my daddy's babygirl- isn't the right Hunter."
There is a moment of silence then the crowd erupts with.
'No fucking way.'
Continuing on, ignoring the shock, even as Stephanie starts to yell and scream at Hunter in the ring. CJ adds.
"And you see daddy dearest- I have been learning. And well I caught on real quick to the motto around here."
Pausing to add a special effect.
"Since I know Stephanie will most likely fire me from the acting GM position tonight. I made one final match, you know- for what's best for business."
Smiling as she reached into her blazer pocket.
"At Payback, daddy it will be your boys against my boys."
At that, she simply points with her left hand, off into the crowd. A second later the music hits
Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta.
ShieldIt was hell standing in outcove waiting for their queue. To wait for CJ to cut her promo- a promo Jon had no clue in what it detailed. Listening to it was hard over the roar of the crowd. And some point in the segment she got the chant that he was sure no superstar had gotten in the PG era.
Colby blinks and snaps forward.
"Did she just call Hunter, Daddy?"
Joe chokes on his water looks at him and tells him lightly.
"If that's a kink please never tell me about it, Uce."
Colby bounced on his feet a second later. His eyes wide, his mouth open.
"Holy fuck, she did. Could we have been wrong? Could she really be his daughter?"
Jon is leaning forward so invested in trying to hear her words that he almost misses their queue to go. Filing down the steps, jumping the barricade, and rounding to stand in front of CJ as she raises her mic again.
"You see, daddy. I have learned how to play the game. I have learned if I want to play in this yard I have to surround myself with the best dogs there are. The ones with the biggest and baddest bite."
She steps forward, lays a hand on his shoulder, and murmurs softly.
"The ones that have no fear. Even if it's to bite the hand that feeds them. You forgot that daddy dearest. Now you'll pay."
With that, they moved.
It was a great way to turn face. Jon decided.
As he stood at the bar and waited on their beers. The whole roster is out tonight, leaning out to look onto the dance floor he sees Renee with the Bella twins dancing with some of the guys. Seeing Ziggler moving in on his girl and he can't say he is upset over it. They just ain't clicking. Ziggler seems to feel his gaze and looks up at him, freezing then slowly backing away.
Shaking his head, he waves a hand. Motioning to the other man to 'have at it.' He was done with the bullshit, if Renee came to him with questions he would set her straight. The blonde nods and moves back in.
CJ was joining them, she was running late but for a change, she was joining them. She never really did bar scenes, he didn't know why he figured it had something to do with Colton Messer? He would have to ask, he supposed.
Grabbing the beers when the bartender slammed them down on the counter he pushed his way back to the table to where Joe and Colby were. Freezing his mouth watered as he found CJ there. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans and this cropped criss-cross top that looked tied off at the back. It was showing off her ample breast because it barely contained the sides.
"Fucking hell."
He wasn't even aware he spoke until she turned to him. A smile on her lips.
"Is one of those for me?"
Her hair laid down her back in curls and her honey golden eyes just shined at him. He realized he wanted to be buried in her.
"Dressed like that baby, I would give you anything you wanted."
He saw her blush, and somewhere in his brain, a light switch flipped. It went from wanting to fuck the Boss's side piece to wanting to fuck the Boss's daughter. If that is truly what she is?
Sitting the beers down, making sure to give her hers first he also made sure to snug himself close to her. Colby, it would seem, was on the same thought wave as him.
"So CJ when did you find out that Hunter was your dad?"
She takes a drink of her beer, her fingers automatically start to peel the label of the Budweiser. Her eyes lower.
"My mom was a ring rat. For the longest time, she didn't even know who my dad even was."
Jon stiffened a little, he had a little run-in once with a ring rat. That was scary shit if it went to the extreme. And Jon Moxley seemed to pull the extreme out in everyone.
"Then she met Colton Messer. Seemed like a fairytale love. But in the beginning, he really couldn't decide which one of us he wanted to bang more. My mom or I? I proved too much of a challenge in the end. At first he thought to use the whole 'daddy issues' against me. When I started college I got sick, breast cancer and I realized I wanted to know who my father was."
She took a sip of her beer.
"The cancer turned out to be six weeks of chemo, and with Colton's help, we did the work and found Hunter. After a DNA test, at Stephanie's request, which I don't blame her since they have three beautiful daughters together. I became his eldest."
Jon shifts closer to her, taking a sip of his beer. Letting his fingers play with her hair. He can feel the sexual charge between hardening his dick.
"Why the fuck let the whole roster think you were his side piece?"
He can't keep the anger out of his voice. The months of gossip she has been subject to, that he himself had participated in. The guilt washed over him, almost killing his desire for her. She looks at him, her eyes big and wide.
"Because people will think what they want to think. And Hunter knew it would become a storyline in the end. We just didn't count on YOU."
There is a small smile on her lips, her eyes are slowly closing and he angles his head down and to the side. Whispering softly.
"Never discount me, baby. I am the fucking wild card."
Then he captures her lips, her mouth instantly opens for him and he doesn't hesitate to claim her taste. Moving to drop a hand across her lap, to her hip he makes sure to skim his fingers across her bare skin. When she moans into his mouth he realizes he is fully hard for her. When she pulls back, panting. Her eyes were wild and clouded with desire.
"Jon."
"JON?"
Swinging his head around at the screeched he blinks and looks at Renee. Moaning in disappointment he tips his head backward he asks.
"I thought you were with Ziggler?"
He feels CJ shift away from him and he wants to growl instead he gets up and takes Renee by the elbow and walks her outside. There they talk, she ain't happy she believes it's because she danced with Ziggler. He ends up snapped at her that he 'gave' permission to the other man to continue the damn grind/dance.
By the time their talk is done, that their relationship is over and he heads back into the bar there is a slow song playing and without hesitation, he walks up to CJ, who is chatting to one of the Bella twins and without saying a word just pulls her onto the dance floor. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lets his fingertip caress her bareback, moaning when the touch presses her more into his chest. Then when he lightly lets his fingers drift down between her shoulder blades and she lets out the most arousing moans he has ever heard in his life.
"So that's what you will sound like."
She had laid her head on his chest, but at his words, she looked up at him. Her golden eyes were dark with desire again. Her lips full and pouty, and when he lowers his lips down to kiss her again, she whispers.
"Huh?"
Smirking as he captured her lips in a heated kiss.
"When I am balls deep in you, baby. When you're cumming around me."
She melts harder against him and after the kiss, he begs softly.
"The hotel CJ, now? Please?"
She just nods and takes his hand and leads him out of the bar.
She thought it would be hurried, hard, fast, almost animal-like. He seemed like the type of man that fucked. But once back at the hotel she got the surprise of her life. He slowly peeled the clothes off her body, taking great care to caress, kiss, and lick every inch of her. He paid extra special attention to her nipples.
"Love how they fucking harden for me."
His voice seemed to go lower and lower, his hands just seemed to roam her body. And when he finally got the junction in between her legs she was like a river. He softly cooed at her.
"It's like a fucking tap. And I am a thirsty man, baby."
Moaning as he just laid between her legs and lapped at her pussy, his fingers spread her open for his magic tongue while a fingertip would tease her clit ever so often it made her simply mad with need. By the time he had quenched his thirst, she was begging him.
"Jon please, I need you inside me."
He makes a tisking sound with his tongue as moves up her body. She is aware he is reaching for his wallet. Then he murmurs.
"Need you to be more specific, baby."
At that she feels him slip a finger into her and then he is snarling.
"Fucking Christ you're tight."
She moans. It's been a long minute since she has let a man this close, since that night. She pushes Chase Beckett out of her mind, she won't let him ruin this. Because this feels so good, nothing like that night. Instead, she tells him.
"It's been a while."
It's only partially the truth. She won't speak the whole truth, not now. Not when he is making her feel like a damn queen. Then he is moving over her, sucking on her nipple again. Gently biting, rolling her nipple between his teeth as his finger works in and out of her. And just when she thinks he is going to let her explode he withdraws his finger.
"No, please give it back. I'll be good, please let me."
Eyes watch as he tears open the condom and rolls it on then moves back to her. A satisfied smile on his lips.
"When you fucking cum it will be on cock, baby. Understand me."
Then he is pushing into her and she feels herself stretch to accommodate him. He is thick, and long and when he shifts she realizes he is moving so he can push flush into her. Eyes wide she arches even though she knows she won't be able to take his whole length. He must realize it as well because he starts the motion that makes them both moan aloud.
And with each thrust, he is able to slip deeper inside of her until she screams when he bottoms out within her.
"There you are. Fucking hell, there is my girl."
His teeth are clenched, his eyes are narrowed. Sweat is pouring from his body but he doesn't stop his rocking motion. Reaching up to comb her hands through his hair she locks her legs around his waist, his hand caresses her leg and she loves the roughest of his palm.
"Baby, you need to cum. I'm so fucking close."
His words are pushed out through clenched teeth, he drops his head onto her shoulder as his thrusts become faster. He is so deep inside her, she can't help but buck up and scream. He rears up, his beautiful blue eyes are half-closed but she sees the wild in them.
"Damn it, Darlin. Cum, soak my cock."
She clenches around him and whimpers, her thighs tighten and she knows when she does cum it's going to be a mess. Her hands fall down to scrape, fingernails- scratching down his arms and he snarls as he changes the angle of his thrust. He is suddenly thrusting upwards, once then twice and she can feel him rubbing then hitting that spot deep within her. Twisting, she knows she can't handle the sheer amount of pleasure.
Then her body is detonating like a bomb. Her vision blackening and every muscle goes taunt. Blood rushes in her ears and her head is thumping to a beat only it can hear.
She doesn't know how much time passes. Doesn't care, really.
She just knows one thing, Jonathan Good just ruined her for other men.
Jon knew his body was shaking, knew he had just come so fucking hard that he was sure his soul exploded out of his dick. And all he wanted was to do it again. And again and again. When he came back to his senses he was still on top of her, his dick was soft and laying limply out of her, coated in the mess that was the condom.
His head was buried in the crook of her neck and shoulder, her hands were petting his back then roaming up to massage his scalp. Until he felt her twist a lock of his hair in between her fingers. Raising up all he could think of to mutter is. All he could push past his dry lips, out his horse throat.
"Shit, I only had one condom."
She blinks at him, he sees the surprise then delight in her eyes. She shyly lowers her eyes, innocently and licks her lips.
"I might have one or two in my purse."
She turns her head on the pillow as he shifts his body weight off her a little bit.
"Don't know if they are the right size or not?"
Raising an eyebrow at her in question as he shifts up and slips off the bed, looks down, and sighs. Smirking slightly as he pulls at her ankles, enjoying the sound of her squealing. He pushes the thoughts of more sex out of his mind because what they just shared was beyond anything he had ever experienced before in his whole life.
Pulling her up into a sitting position he drops a kiss onto her lips.
"Come take a shower with me then we check out these rubbers of yours."
She actually blushes and it makes his dick twitch in the sticky mess of the condom he is still wearing. Turning to walk into the bathroom he takes a deep breath and gently and carefully, oh so carefully, manages to get the used condom off. Watching it swirl down the toilet as he washes his hands he sighs and steps back into the bed space of the room when CJ hasn't joined him.
"Problem?"
She is still on the bed, and when she looks up at him her golden eyes are shining with innocence.
"Just trying to get the feeling back into my legs. Gimme a second."
He still has traces of cum smeared on his dick but the moonlight hits her just then and her eyes are lit up with a joy he has never seen on a woman before. His heart leaps into his throat and his cock is at full mast again.
"Fucking hell woman."
She blinks at him, then her eyes travel down his body and see the state of his cock and she stares.
"Is that even possible?"
Her voice matches the wonder that's in her eyes, but when he steps up to her she just silently slips to the floor and soundless wraps her lips around his dick. It makes him buck forward. The thought he had went they entered the room of fucking her raw and fast hits him again. Not that, well whatever it was they just did was raw and fast.
But the moment she licks every drop of cum off his dick, licks down to his balls and brings a hand up to squeeze his sac he felt the gentleness from earlier return. Burying his hands in her hair he gently rocks in and out of her mouth, until she relaxes herself to take more of him. The first slide down her throat has the Mox in him snarling.
"You dirty girl. Fucking sweet dirty girl."
And in the back of his mind he knows even that's 'different.' Mox should have been more filthier, called her the dirty little whore she was being. But there was something so fundamentally wrong in saying such things to her. Like she would break if he called her such things. Then as he looked down, saw her watching him with desired hooded eyes he realized it wasn't her that was fundamentally different. It was him.
The thought of Mox not wanting to call her a whore hits him. Cause she ain't one you fucking idiot.
Jerking his dick out of her mouth he snarled breathlessly.
"Rubbers now CJ."
She wobbly gets up onto her feet and heads over to her purse. She digs around for just a second then turns to him with two black foil packages. Walking over he takes them in hand, glancing at them. He doesn't recognize the brand name but the size. Smiling as he brings the package to his mouth he tears it open with his teeth. His eyes never leave hers. Her breath hitches and her hand falls to caress his dick, he moves her hand away so he can put the rubber on.
"Bed now, baby. I happen to be thirsty again."
Her eyes go wide, and as he reaches out to push at her hips he finds an errant thought hit him.
"On second thought, I want you on your hands and knees."
He walks her backwards to the bed where she makes it to the bed's edge before he hitches her up onto her knees and works his cock through her wet pussy.
"Ready to feel your dog bite, baby?"
As she turns her head to cast him a dark look as he pushes in and doesn't stop until he balls deep. The one-stroke threatens to make him cum like a schoolboy, and it does make her drip all over him. He loves every second of it.
Each thrust is just as deep, hard, and slow as their first time together. She doesn't last as long, hell either does he. He blames her, the way she cums all over his dick. Soaks his thighs in her wetness.
The way she begs for more, the third time is near dawn as she rides him. Again her pussy drenching him, making a sloppy mess between their bodies. How her cum puddles around his balls afterward. Just seems to fit.
It wasn't until they laid side by side, the sun shining in on then she curled up close to him.
"We can't tell Hunter. Can we?"
There seem to be a million thoughts that run around in his head at her words. Reaching out to bring her up onto his chest he snaps.
"What the fuck, CJ?"
She sighs and looks up at him tiredly and yawns.
"I might not know you well, Jon. But I have listened. I know you have fought to get to the WWE. Worked super hard. I don't want your hard work to go to waste nor do I want people to think you're getting ahead because."
He saw her point and saw it crystal clearly.
"Because I am fucking the Boss's daughter. Motherfucker."
He felt her stiffen. Saw the horror in her beautiful golden eyes. Felt her start to pull away and tightened his grip on her.
"We can .. act tonight never happened, Jon. Go on as if it never happened."
He brings her to straddle his waist. Snarling because Mox is out now. Or at least a version of him.
"You think I can forget about tonight? Forget about YOU? Act like I love you on-screen than not in real life? Who in the fuck do you think I am Catherine?"
He hears her gasp, feels her body shake against his. Just as it has each and every time he has taken her.
"Jon, don't do this to me. Don't get my hopes up if this is just about the sex."
He sees the tears, watches them fall. Reaches out to kiss them away.
"The sex is just an extra bonus, baby. I think I was after more all along, so was you."
Then he sighs because Stephaine's voice is rattling around in his head.
Paul, not Hunter … but … Paul.
"But yeah, we keep this between us for a bit. At least until we figure out how to calmly tell your old man."
He wonders if this was how Huner felt after he fucked Stephaine the first time?
Tightening his arms around CJ he forced her back down against him.
If I am not careful, it's not just my wrestling career I stand to lose.
Running his hand through her hair, listening to her sigh. Feeling her lips against his chest.
No, I have already lost one battle. I will be damned if I lose the most important one.
The battle, of sanity- or heart he sure was a lost cause because he was sure CJ had won that battle in that first meeting back in January. Now the fight to keep her. That's what laid ahead. Because he was sure PAUL wasn't going to be happy that one of his precious babygirls was fucking a wrestler of his pedigree.
Whether they were falling in love be damned.
She was part of wrestling royalty if by name only if nothing else.
Fucking hell.