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Chapter 18
(John P.O.V.)
The pulsing silence in my head drowned out the typical noises of the small bar – wait staff, music, and other customers all gone. Randy's laugh cut through the resounding silence, "Oh shit…" he quipped as he signaled the waitress for another beer. "You didn't know – did you?"
"You're bullshittin' me, right?" I asked looking for signs that this was just another side of usually twisted sense of humor.
"Not even close John – not even close. While Legacy may have given birth to the youngest WWE champ; we both know my personal life was a flaming pile of shit. Do you have any idea how many times Paul drug me home with him. At first I just thought she was a friend of Steph's – wasn't long before I realized who she was. Although it didn't matter much at that point, by then the two of us were more like brother and sister than anything else. We were as thick as thieves for a year I guess – maybe a little more before…" He paused, choosing his words with care "we drifted apart."
What the hell could I say? I was fooling around with the Game's niece. I was having multiple kinky sexual fantasies about my boss' niece. "Fuck!" I muttered swallowing the last of my beer.
"It's no big deal John," Randy said. "Don't sweat it!"
"Don't sweat it?" I questioned not really wanting or expecting an answer – "Fuck that! How could she not tell me that? This is my job – my whole life here. You know Paul – he's going to want to seriously kick my ass."
Without thought Randy spoke "Go find your girl John – find her and talk to her."
Standing from the table, I started to move towards the dance floor – when I drew up short before calling out with equal parts respect and sarcasm "Randy Orton the voice of reason – who knew?" I heard him laughing – muttering something about hard headed assholes.
Damn Mercedes, how could she not tell me? And H, what the fuck was he thinking? Where the hell does he get off asking me to "watch-out" for her without telling me she's a freaking part of the family?
I spotted Mercedes and Stephen across the floor just as the current song was drawing to an end. Mercedes spotted me first, I heard her call out "Hey John, come to dance with me?" She face was practically glowing with pure fun and enjoyment. Seconds later I drew even with them my expression trading her joy for concern. Stephen politely excused himself – heading back to the table. With the next song playing I quietly took her hand in mine drawing her in close we slowly made our way across the dance floor.
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(Mercedes P.O.V.)
This wasn't the first time I'd danced with John, this was the first time that it felt tense as if something were seriously wrong. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. As the song came to an end, I stepped back I rested my hand against his cheek. My thumb brushed lightly against his cheek bone. "John" I murmured softly, "talk to me – what's wrong?"
Taking my hand in his he kissed my open palm; shaking his head he muttered "not here" as he led me across the floor and out the back door of the club. To the right of the back door, we spotted an old picnic table, obviously used by staff for lunches and breaks. Leading the way, he stopped at the old well-worn table. Straddling the bench seat he gestured for me to do the same. Straddling the bench myself, I sat as close to him as I could; his silence worrying me more than I wanted to admit. With a deep sigh he spoke "I heard a rumor tonight."
"You did?" I asked "about what?" my natural response.
"You….I heard a rumor about you!"
"What?" I sputtered "You heard a rumor about me? What was it?"
He watched me closely his eyes never leaving mine he asked quietly and without hesitation "Are you H's niece?"
Fucking hell! I was going to cheerfully beat Randy Orton's ass. He was the only one who could have told John about me and my uncle. I was definitely going to beat him – a very painful beating at that. A little squeamish I nodded "Um, yeah I am."
"Fucking hell!" he mumbled none too quietly, looking up to face me once more he asked "why didn't you tell me?"
"I couldn't John not right away in any case; I didn't want anyone judging me in any way for being his niece. I just wanted to be Cedes…to be judged for just being me."
He nodded as though he understood what I was trying to say. Long seconds passed before he spoke again. "The minute this thing," he gestured between the two of us "whatever this is between us became more you should have told me."
"Your right! I should have. I'm sorry I didn't, but does it really matter that H's my uncle?"
"To me…no. You're still my Cedes. But you have to admit – H is probably going to have shit fit when he finds out."
Flashing him what I hoped was my most confident sexy grin I giggled just a little "Let me handle H – ok?"
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(John P.O.V.)
Did she have any idea what that sexy little grin and giggle did to me? Judging by the look on her face I would say no – not a clue. So my little Cedes thought she could handle The Game all by herself. "You think you can?" I questioned, silently shaking my head over the instant huskiness consuming my voice as my thoughts turned to an erotic nature.
"Yes!" came her single one word nearly defiant response.
Dropping my right hand across her knee, I slid my hand half-way up her leg; inching my way towards her inner thigh. "Think you can handle me?" I asked smiling that she didn't brush my hand away or insist we go back inside.
There she went – again with the sexy little giggle and grin; her expression turning my insides upside down. "Oh," she began with all the confidence in the world "I know I can handle you."
"So cocky baby-girl, didn't anyone ever tell you don't start a game you can't finish!" Before she could say anything further, I claimed her mouth in a deep hard wet kiss. I took her mouth. I didn't ask I wasn't gentle. She had something I wanted – so I took it. I could taste every inch of her mouth – every sweet delicious inch. I wanted more as I ran my tongue along every surface of her mouth. When she finally began to whimper just a bit, I slid my hand further up my thigh. I was just inches from what I really wanted. The way she responded to my kisses, the way she whimpered, I would have bet money that she was just as aroused as I was if not more. I wanted it. I knew it was foolish given the conversation we had just finished; plus it didn't help that we weren't exactly alone behind a bar. None of that mattered at the moment. Because all that mattered in that split second was just how much I wanted more of her in every possible way.
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(Mercedes P.O.V.)
This man was surely going to be the death of me – without any doubt. His kisses were an addiction I couldn't escape. I blushed hotly in the darkness the second I realized the whimpering was me. I wanted more. I needed him to touch me – to really touch me. Intellectually I knew this wasn't the time or place, but my heart and body where over ruling my mind at the moment. His hand kneading my upper thigh, his tongue buried inside my mouth, it was all more than I could stand. His tongue teased me, lapping at the inside of my mouth. I could feel it sweeping across every surface of my mouth – tasting me, memorizing every inch. I nearly panicked when he started to pull back from our kiss. Nipping at his lower lip hadn't been my intention. I wasn't normally into biting, but I didn't want his kisses to stop – not yet. So when he pulled back I nipped at him; oh hell I didn't just nip at his lip I bit him. I wanted more and I needed it now. His eyes widened watching me closely as I licked my lips an instant before I kissed him. I wanted to taste him with my tongue the way he had tasted me.
His reaction was instant. He ravaged my mouth. His tongue presenting an erotic example of what his cock would surely do to my wet body. His kiss was hard – forceful he didn't let up. He pushed his tongue all over my mouth, making me whimper that much more. I couldn't stand it I needed more of his touch. "My wet body," my prior thought returned echoing through my head like an old record stuck repeating. I was wet, a few hot kisses and I was wet. As he pulled back I whispered – practically begging "touch me John."
He instantly pulled back from our kiss. His eyes went wide as he searched my gaze. Brushing his thumb softly – cautiously across my kiss swollen lips, "please John…don't make me ask again."
Slowly he reclaimed my mouth in a long slow lazy kiss. His tongue pleaded for reentry into my mouth. I could feel his right hand slowly moving up my rib cage to capture my breast in his large firm grasp. I cannot describe how instantly my nipples hardened. I think we were both shocked when my hips bucked hard. Placing my hand atop his I slid his hand up my thigh – laying his hand across my wet center.
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(John P.O.V.)
"Holy shit," my mind screamed as her hips bucked. Never have I held a more responsive woman in my arms. I few hot wet kisses and her body was responding with such want and desire. I took her firm perky breast in my hand – her nipples instantly hard. I forced myself to try and slow down. I couldn't take this where I wanted not here not now. Despite the way she responded to my touch, would I scare her off if I pushed for more. Her whimpering fueled my wants and needs. When I felt her hand reaching for mine resting atop her thigh, I thought for sure she would put a stop to this. Never did I expect her to lay my hand across her wet hot center. "HOLY FUCKING HELL!" my mind screamed if I wasn't careful I would end up cumming in my pants like some green sixteen year old in the back seat of daddy's car. I palmed her core, rubbing her, fondling her through tight fitting denim jeans. She bucked hard once…twice…three times against my hand whimpering mewling before whispering in my ear "John…please…OH…ummm…John I think I'm going to cum"
"OH hell yes" my mind screamed at the idea of this beautiful creature cumming in my arms right here where anyone could interrupt at any second. My dick was screaming to get out – to fill her wet tight channel. I wanted nothing more to shove her across the top of this table and fuck her hard until she was begging me to let her cum just one more time. Nibbling at her neck like a man starved from years of hunger, I whispered in her ear, "Let go Cedes…let go…I've got you baby girl! Let me take you where you need to go." At my words, her hips bucked hard and fast "that's it baby girl let me make you feel good baby-girl – cum for me." And cum she did, I couldn't take my eyes off her face as she whimpered in my arms, her hips bucking, as I palmed her rubbing her wet hot center hard and quick.
As her breathing slowed, I felt her collapse against me. "John…I…I'm"
Pulling back I slipped my finger under her chin forcing her to look into my eyes. "Don't you dare tell me you're sorry. Do you hear me Mercedes? You even think "I'm sorry" about what we just shared and I swear to God above that I will drag you across my knee right now and paddle your ass good and hard."
"But…John…I just…we just" looking around she gestured to our suddenly very obvious public surroundings. With a hungry grin, I murmured in her "I think what your trying to say is that I made you orgasm hard right here in the open." I smiled at her sudden gasp of air. "I'm not sorry either…hell what is there to be sorry about. A beautiful woman comes apart like that in my arms – from my touch alone. From where I'm sitting that feels pretty damned good. Besides you should be thankful for this most in-appropriate location; otherwise I would already have you naked with my hard cock buried deep inside you." She gasped again, a beautiful blush painting her cheeks. Laughing I stood from the table offering her my hand "let's go back inside to our friends before I change my mind and throw my good common sense out the fucking window."
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(Mercedes P.O.V.)
John was such a gentleman the rest of the evening. Just as the evening was coming to an end, Kaitlyn and I followed each other to the ladies room. As we entered the large oversized rest-room, Kaitlyn did a quick search of the numerous stalls – making certain that we were truly all alone. "Ok woman – were all by ourselves now – spill it!"
Standing in front of the mirror, I feigned interest in my appearance. I adjusted my top, toyed with my hair, smiling at my reflection I asked "spill what Kaitlyn? What are you talking about?"
Standing beside me at the long vanity top, Kaitlyn laughed "Don't play innocent with me young lady. You and John disappear for nearly half an hour; walk back in here and pretend nothing happened – bullshit missy. I know better – so are you going to tell me?"
What could I say? It wasn't like I was going to stand here in the middle of a public bathroom and explain my very public orgasm. I still wasn't sure what this was between John and me, but I was never one to kiss and tell – so why start now.
The rest of the night flew by in a blur. By the time John and I made it back to the bus I was exhausted. I was ready to just crash, but I really wanted to talk with John before I finally fell out. Taking a quick hot shower, I slipped into John's t-shirt and lay down on the bed. I knew he was headed for the shower as well – promising he wouldn't be long. I figured he wouldn't be more than ten minutes or so, I would just close my eyes and wait. The next thing I knew it was morning.
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With just days to go before the Extreme Rules pay-per-view everyone was buzzing. Once I arrived at the arena for the Smack-down taping – I literally felt as if I had hit the ground running. I was checking in with superstars and divas, picking up last minute changes from creative, finishing some typing for Paul and Steph, not to mention the faxing and numerous phone calls. John bless was such a sweetheart. In the days leading up to the big event his schedule was much lighter than usual. He wasn't appearing on Smack-down; I knew he had plans to be in St. Louis a few days early to hang-out with Randy, Mark (the Undertaker), and Glen (Kane). They were all traveling out there together to see a mutual friend. He was definitely looking forward to this trip. The opportunity for four of them to get together and just hang-out didn't come along often enough. Part of me was really happy that he was going. Another part of me was a little envious that he was going and I wasn't. I know that probably sounds childish – since I would be in St. Louis myself in just a couple of days. While my head accepted that it was all perfectly logical with no need to worry about anything. My heart was feeling a little differently about the situation. After having him all to myself for the last few days; my heart was damned sure not ready to see him go.
As the show drew to a close, I headed back to Paul's office to begin cleaning up the area, preparing for my flight later that evening. As I opened the door, I was surprised to find John sitting to the right of the desk waiting patiently for me. Taking the clipboard and loose folders from my hands he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Hey beautiful" he whispered with his best cheesy grin "come here often?" I laughed as he swooped in to kiss me; once, twice, three soft brushes across my warm willing lips. Pulling back he held me loosely within the confines of his arms. "What time's your flight?"
I grimaced not wanting to think about such things while I was standing there safe and warm within his arms; frowning "I have to leave for the airport in about forty-five minutes."
"Well why don't I help you get cleaned up in here and then I can give you a lift to the airport. Whattya
say?"
"John you don't have to wait around here for me. I know you must have a million things to do before you leave for St. Louis. I'm fine here – I can catch a cab to the airport as soon as I'm done."
"Don't worry about me. Just finish up here and I will make sure you get to the airport – ok?"
"Ok" I smiled before wrapping my fingers up tightly in the soft cotton of his t-shirt and pulling him in close for a soft wet all to brief kiss. Pulling away from his embrace, I turned my back to him, moving towards the mess I had created all over the desk top. Before I was a mere two steps away, I felt the gentle sting of his hand as he gently slapped my ass. Casting a quick glance over my shoulder I shook my finger at him gently admonishing him "don't start things you can't finish tonight Mr. Cena," I warned with my best sexy little school teacher grin.
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Friday night I lay alone in my room at Uncle Paul and Aunt Steph's place. I had the television on and the sound turned down low. I sat propped against the headboard with a blank notebook open across my lap. I was supposed to be working on a couple of different ideas that had been swimming in my head earlier in the day. Sadly the only thing on my mind was John. I knew he was safe and sound in St. Louis. He called to tell me that they had arrived safe and sound. I knew he was going to have a great time with his friends – this was a much needed and deserved little mini-vacation for him. Chalking my weird mood up to the late hour and lack of sleep I switched off the television, tossed the notebook to the floor, cut off the small bedside table and made myself comfortable. Struggling to get comfortable, I smashed my favorite old pillow for like the third time when I heard the buzzing of my phone. Reaching for it the dark, I was surprised to see a text from John.
"R U still up?"
I smiled it was good to hear from him even if it was just a simple text message. "I'm awake! Everything ok?"
I knew John well enough at this point to know that he would be waiting for my reply – he would answer me very quickly. I was expecting another text; I kind of jumped when the phone rang. I wasn't keen on the idea of admitting it to John, but he had his own special ring tone – Superman Tonight by Bon Jovi. Although I doubt he knew it, in the short time we'd known each other John had been my own private Superman on more than one night. Answering the phone I smiled "Hi John…How's things in Missouri?"
"Hey baby-girl everything's going great here. If I eat another damned bite, Randy and the fellows are going to have to roll me out of here. I am definitely going to have to hit the gym hard before the big event."
"What have you been eating?" I asked curiously.
"I'm totally and completely addicted to this killer ham sandwiches that Ashley makes. I don't know if Mark has asked her to come to the pay-per-view or not yet, but if she does I cannot wait for you to meet her. Knowing the two of you – hell I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't best friends instantly. In any case you have got to try these ham sandwiches – they are really to die for."
I laughed it was good to hear him so happy. Although I'd never met this Ashley he spoke of it was obvious that he and the others felt comfortable enough with her to be themselves to let their guards down when they were with her. Living in the public eye the way they did; I could appreciate how important that was to them all.
He immediately picked up on my laughter, "What's so funny Cedes?"
"Nothing John – it's just good to hear you having a good time with your friends."
"Yeah coming here to hang-out before Extreme Rules was a great idea. I just wish…"
His words trailed off, I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was. "Wish what John?" I questioned after a long moment of silence.
"I wish you were here to share it with me."
Within the human body, where exactly do damned spastic butterflies live? How is it that one minute you can be perfectly normal and the very next second you have what feels like millions of little spastic butterflies swimming around in your gut like their auditioning to be acrobats for Ringling Brothers? If someone could explain that to me I would be eternally grateful.
"I wish I was there too, but Extreme Rules is Sunday. I should be in St. Louis Sunday morning. So I guess both of us just have to show a little patience – huh?"
"Fuck patience," he muttered before changing the subject. "I've been meaning to ask, have you had any nightmares lately."
I couldn't stop the cold shiver that passed over me at the mention of my nightmares. I wanted to enjoy this late night chat with John. I didn't want to delve into anything to serious – besides I hadn't had a real nightmare in just over a week. I smiled "No need to worry John, I haven't had a nightmare in just over a week now."
"Just over a week now – really? That's great baby-girl – really great news. I wonder what changed." He questioned me curiously and without judgment.
"That's easy," I answered with a small girlish giggle, "You did"
"I did" he answered back quickly obviously a little confused by my quick statement.
"Yes you John, I guess you scared away boogie man with your big strong muscles."
It was his turn to giggle, "I do have big strong muscles don't I? Guess you could say that I'm your very own personal super hero huh?"
"Mmmmm" I murmured soft and low the sound of my voice becoming a little frisky. "My own private super hero…let's see if I could have any super hero in the world who would I pick?"
"How about Batman or Superman; don't you think I would look great in Batman's leather costume?"
"I'm sure you would John, but Batman and Superman just aren't right for you. Let's see…" I thought silently for a moment longer.
"What about Iron Man or Thor?" He questioned with laughter. "Although I don't know if I'm as smart as Tony Stark is supposed to be; and my hair will never be as long or blonde as the Norse God."
"I got it" I squealed with girlish glee. "My own private Incredible Hulk!"
"Excuse me" he squealed "did you just compare me to a big green mutant with serious anger-management issues?"
"Careful John," I managed before I burst out laughing "wouldn't want to start sounding like Vicki now would you?"
My laughter became contagious as he laughed right along with me. After a moment I asked "and just what in the world is wrong with the Hulk. Sure he's green but have you seen all of those muscles?" I questioned before murmuring soft and low my voice growing soft and frisky "mmmm so muscular - yummy."
"Great! Here I am nearly a thousand miles away and I'm losing my girl to a fantasy about a big green scary monster…What the hell is that all about" he asked with a loud infectious laugh.