Chapter 27
In his locker room, Dean watched the commentary team announce winners of some of the Slammy's they wouldn't introduce. He blinked at the monitor, raising a slow brow and the barest hint of a smile twitched his lips. Breakout Star of the Year – Dean Ambrose. It was bittersweet because the previous year, for the 2013 Slammy Awards, the Shield had won the exact same award. It was crazy how things had come full circle ever since Seth's betrayal. He shrugged, knowing he wouldn't get any kind of award and didn't mind it. The fact the WWE universe, the fans, voted him as Breakout Star of the Year said something and spoke volumes. Dean Ambrose had achieved stardom and he was loved by the audience, which was a definite step in the right direction.
As much as he wanted to celebrate tonight, Dean had bigger fish to fry and his mind was on Macaria. More importantly, the private meeting with Macaria and Stephanie McMahon. He could only imagine what the bitch was feeding Macaria and wished she would've denied Stephanie earlier. At the same time, this was her dream job and the opportunity of a lifetime. If the roles were reversed, Dean would've done the same thing she did, so he couldn't fault her for it. Just as he was about to go out for his segment with Bray Wyatt, Macaria returned with a stoic expression on her face. They would have to talk later at the hotel.
"I'll be back. Time to get some payback on this Deliverance wanna-be asshole."
"Okay." Macaria normally would've kissed his cheek or been affectionate with him, but instead, she was standoffish and walked over to sit down in front of the monitor. "Be careful."
Something definitely happened with Stephanie and Dean was almost afraid to find out what that bitch had planted in Macaria's head. "Always." He winked, trying to ease the tension and left to head to the exit, where the ambulance he would be using sat, waiting to be used.
"What am I going to do?" Macaria whispered, burying her face in her hands and could feel the tears building in her eyes, already feeling her heart breaking.
Was her decision already made?
Bray Wyatt made his entrance and began talking about his Abigail's sacred rocking chair Dean had destroyed last week on Raw. He began chanting 'Tables, Ladder, and Chairs repeatedly' and suddenly, the sound of ambulance sirens pulsated throughout the arena. His icy blues widened at the sight of an ambulance backing up into the arena on the side of the top stage, where the entrance was. There was smoke billowing inside the back of the ambulance, some of it leaking out through the cracks and suddenly, the ambulance doors opened. There stood none other than Dean Ambrose with white smoke billowing out behind him, a white brace around his neck. He looked livid and Bray looked like he saw a ghost, actually balking at the scene.
So THAT was why Dean needed to stop at the local hospital earlier. Macaria couldn't stop smiling as the lights came back on and Dean's eyes were wide and crazed, his tongue sticking out.
Dean suddenly hopped down and began pulling various weapons out of the back of the ambulance. Chairs, a table that broke, so he threw it on the rampway and finally a small ladder, big enough for him to haul down to the ring on his shoulder. He tore the brace over his head and tossed it aside before heading down to the ring with a ladder in hand, chair in the other. He tossed the chair in the ring for Bray to use before clocking Bray with the end of the ladder, when the man tried using the chair on him. Rookie mistake. Dean nailed him a few good times, sending Bray to the mat and dropped it before pulling out more chairs and weapons from beneath the ring. One chair went sailing over and clocked Bray right in the head, making the audience cringe. It was a perfect headshot and Bray was dazed, not sure where he was at the moment.
Even Macaria cringed at that skull shot.
Dragging a table in the ring next, Dean was finally inside the ropes and Bray barely managed to roll out at the last second. Dean signaled to Bray, who was still somewhat loopy, with a steel chair and dropped it in the ring, beckoning him to reenter. "Come on, Daddy! Come on!" He shouted, waiting like a predator stalking its prey.
Bray was hesitant and Dean taunted him by laying on the setup table in the ring, with his chair still in hand, gesturing with his fingers to come get some. The SECOND Bray went to grab the chair, Dean hurled his own at Bray and sent him crashing to the floor again. Mind games at its finest! Bray had been playing mind games with Dean for weeks and it was finally time to get some payback.
"TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THAT AMBULANCE, WYATT!" He screamed in the microphone he grabbed from one of the ringside technicians. "The only way, you're gonna leave TLC this Sunday, is in the back of one of those! Cause when it's tables, and when it's ladders, and when it's chairs, you're gonna know exactly who you're in here with! This Sunday, I become the MONSTER and I'm gonna EAT YOU ALIIIIVE!" Dean promised, leaning on the ropes and shouted at Bray that he didn't care what happened to him. It would be Bray's ultimate destruction this Sunday at the TLC pay-per-view.
Her body temperature spiked several notches while watching that segment, the sound of his gritty, growly voice sending shivers throughout her body. Macaria felt the hunger inside of her for Dean and had to do a drool check. The way he flawlessly made his way to the ring and made Bray Wyatt his bitch was incredible to witness. She would've loved to be ringside to snap a few shots of him, especially laying on that table the way he was. Roman wasn't in the dressing room at the moment, off doing something else, though Nyla had texted her earlier, wanting to meet up. They made plans to meet up tomorrow morning while Dean and Roman did their workout to talk about everything that went down tonight. Her job offer and Nyla's talk with Roman would be at the top of the 'need to talk about' list.
Now that Aya was fired and gone, no longer dictating who she could and couldn't be with, nothing stopped Macaria from attacking Dean as soon as he walked into his dressing room. She closed the distance between them, pushing him back against the door and reached up to pull his face down to hers, passionately kissing him. They had never done this before in the arena because Aya had always been around. Dean growled, his arms encircling her body to pull her closer and Macaria felt that hunger again eating away at her.
"Fuck me, Dean…" She mumbled against his mouth, pulling back long enough to remove the t-shirt from her body and tossed it to the floor. "I need you inside of me right now, baby, please…" Macaria was already pushing the sleeveless vest from his shoulders and pushing the t-shirt he had on over his head, gliding her fingers down his muscular, sweaty chest.
"Here, in my dressing room?" Dean didn't know what came over her, but he wasn't complaining or about to deny this beautiful honey blonde anything. "How about against this door, huh?"
"Yeah, anywhere you want…" Unfastening her bra, Macaria kicked her tennis shoes off and slid out of her jeans and panties while Dean pushed his own jeans and boxer/briefs down around his knees.
Their lips found each other again eagerly, their bodies crying out for each other and Dean shifted to where she was pressed against the door. He lifted her, his throbbing cock pulsating and the adrenaline from what he just did to Wyatt pumped through his veins powerfully. This would be quite a ride for them both. Without preamble, Macaria slipped her hand between them to grab his cock, pumping it a few times before positioning it at her entrance. Their eyes locked as his cock pushed past her slick folds and they both groaned at the friction, her nails digging into his shoulders. Macaria's head lulled back, relishing the feeling of Dean inside of her and immediately held on for dear life as he began thrusting as hard, fast and deep as he could. This wouldn't last very long and she was fine with it, not minding a good old fashioned quickie with this man.
"Oh Dean…oh Dean harder!" She cried out, feeling his teeth sink into her shoulder and clung to him for dear life, meeting him for every thrust.
Muscular, calloused hands held onto her outer thighs, keeping her legs spread as Dean held her up, using the door for leverage while driving in and out of her. Her backside bounced repeatedly against the door from how powerful his thrusts were and neither cared, both too consumed with each other. Dean wanted to pull out and turn her around to take her from behind, but her pussy felt too good to stop this. The way her walls caved in around him, milking him, took his breath away and his mouth founds hers, kissing her violently. It was rough, she could barely keep up with the pace and Dean even buried his fingers in her hair to keep her head against the door, his mouth sealing to her neck. Macaria reciprocated by burying her fingers in his hair wet curls tightly, feeling herself coming closer to the edge and point of no return.
The sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoed around them as his balls kept slapping against her pussy lips, feeling her juices soaking him. Dean would make sure she came more than once and gritted his teeth, riding out her first orgasm when she shattered against him. He covered her mouth with his, preventing others from hearing her scream out his name and knew she would thank him once the passion haze cleared from her mind. Panting, Dean could feel his arms starting to burn, the muscles overworked, along with his thighs, knowing it wouldn't be long now. His balls were tingling and his dick was on the verge of exploding.
"One more…give it to me one more time, Maca…" Dean urged in her ear, flicking the lobe with his tongue and knew it wouldn't be long before she climaxed again.
"Oh, Dean…I…I…I'm there…oh god, I'm there again!" Macaria rasped out, her heart pounding furiously against her chest and her body had a fine sheen of perspiration, while his dripped with sweat. She didn't care, he felt amazing against her and the skin on skin contact only fueled her desire, her need, for him. "DEAN!"
"MACARIA!" He roared out, not giving a damn who heard him and exploded inside of her, feeling her juices slowly run down his balls.
Their bodies shuddered together, both climaxing at the same time, her second and his first, the intensity overwhelming. Macaria captured his mouth, barely able to breathe and they sucked each other's oxygen right out of their bodies. Only when they needed air to breathe did she break the kiss, keeping his face cupped with her hands and his forehead rolled against hers, their breathing heavy, their hearts pounding, beating as one, and they each had smiles on their faces. That was the best quickie she ever had in her life and she'd had several with Dean ever since they'd gotten together to have some fun.
"Goddamn babe, that was…wow." Dean hadn't expected to be jumped as soon as he came through his dressing room door and chuckled. Usually, it was HIM doing the jumping, not the other way around. "Feel better?"
"Immensely." She murmured, keeping him against her and didn't care she was only wearing socks at that moment. Macaria groaned out as his limp dick slid out of her, losing the feeling of being full and kissed him again. "You're an addiction, you know that?"
"Mmm, a good or bad addiction? Cause I've had both and I really hope I'm a good one." Dean remarked, enjoying the aftermath and little banter after fucking her senseless against the door.
"Bad, so very, very bad…" Macaria caressed his shoulders and chest, unable to get enough of him and traced his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. "I prefer a bad addiction anyway. A bad addiction in a good way…"
Dean shrugged, pulling her away from the door and sat down on the bench with her straddling his lap. "I'll take it, darlin'." He nuzzled her chest for a few seconds, the smell of their sweaty bodies surprisingly intoxicating. "What brought that on? You attacking me?"
"You being you. I watched what you did to Wyatt and something just…snapped inside of me. I had to have you as soon as you came through that door, consequences be damned." Macaria knew it was because of the ultimatum hovering and looming over her head from Stephanie McMahon.
If she took it, she would have to leave Dean alone for 6 months. That was half a year and Macaria didn't know if he would wait that long for her. If she was taking this job, she only had a week to be with him intimately as much as possible. Macaria knew deep in her heart what her answer already was and what she had to do. As much as it would break her in half to do it, no man was worth sacrificing her passion and career over. Like Stephanie said with her husband, they found their way back to each other in the end, despite Vince's wishes and threats. If they were truly meant to be together, Macaria and Dean would find their way back to each other once her probation period was over.
Whatever spurred this on, Dean wouldn't question it and simply held her close, stroking her back tenderly while they were both deep in thought. He was itching to ask how her meeting with Stephanie went and if she would be an employee of WWE. Macaria deserved this opportunity and he would never stand in her way, even if it was the Authority hiring her. Hell, if Vince saw her and met her, he would probably try to make her a WWE Diva. She was beautiful, honest, funny, artistic and fantastic behind a camera. If and when she wanted to talk about the meeting, he would be there to listen and give his opinion. Only if she brought it up though because, honestly, it wasn't his business. They weren't together a couple yet, but Dean hoped to change that soon enough.
On their next days off, he planned on asking Macaria to go steady with him, as old-fashioned and old-school as that sounded. Dean was an old-fashioned and old-school type of guy though, always had been. That was why he stayed away from social media and any kind of technology that couldn't help him get from one arena to the next. He had the worse luck with cell phones, always losing them and had to buy a new one at least once or twice a month. Dean wanted Macaria to be his girlfriend, his woman, to give this a real shot at a relationship and he could only hope she wanted the same thing.
He had no idea she was planning on ripping his heart out of his chest, putting it in a blender and serving it to him on the rocks, all thanks to Stephanie McMahon.
