Chapter 13 - Mine

Jade eyes widened as the door swung open and icy blues were staring back at her. "What are you doing here Dean?" Jenaya questioned curiously.

"I came to see you." He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He walked into her hotel room and heard her close the door behind him.

"So what did you need?" She asked again feeling herself get agitated.

Dean walked back over to her as he leaned down and tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom before throwing her over onto the bed. Dean climbed on the bed as Jenaya started to scramble away, he caught her ankle and pulled her back before he straddled her chest pinning her arms above her head.

"GET OFF OF ME!" She growled.

"I'm not putting any weight on you; so calm down and then tell me why you seem so pissed off with me at the arena earlier and right now." Dean demanded.

Jenaya was mad, she was mad and upset and everything in between. His comment about his 'queen' getting rough with him really threw her for a loop. They were fuck buddies and never discussed anything more. Even if she wanted more than never sat down and actually had a conversation. She knew there were times when Dean was super gentle with her almost as if there was more between them, but it was never talked about. She had heard his childhood growing up wasn't the best, but of course everyone had heard the same thing.

Jenaya calmed her breathing down as Dean sat back on his haunches but made sure to keep his weight off her but kept a hold of her wrists trapped against his jean covered thighs. "You ready to talk about what it is that pissed you off?" He asked.

"Queen…That's what pissed me off."

Dean's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "What? Are you seriously telling me that you are pissed off because I referred to you as my Queen?"

"No I'm pissed because you referred to your fuck buddy as your queen." Jenaya admitted.

"Why would you be pissed about that; me saying you're my queen shouldn't that be something you enjoy?" He asked. He was completely lost with this conversation now.

"Because I'm not your queen; I'm not your anything." Jenaya stated softly as all the fight left her body. "I'm just your fuck buddy."

Dean nodded as he stood on his knees and crawled backwards down her body. "Sit up with me gorgeous. I think it's time we talk." Dean moved his body off to the side as he pulled her closer to him; their legs were tangled together. "I want you to know you're not just my fuck buddy Jenaya. That's not all I see you as. If it was then I wouldn't give a shit about you being pissed off at me."

"Than what are we?" Jenaya asked softly as she felt Dean's hands tighten around hers.

"I'm not sure what we are; it will take me a little bit to figure it all out. Things are different in my head and I'm wired completely different. My childhood growing up was bullshit; it's why I am the way I am in and out of the ring." Dean was trying to explain. He tore a hand through his dishwater blonde curls. "My dad took off before I was even born and my mom would whore herself out to put food on the table. The kicker was when she and her other 'co-workers' would get together and have sex parties in our apartment. I would spend the night in the closet with my TV as loud as I could so I didn't have to hear people screwing in my room on my bed."

"What about your..."

"Mom?" Dean finished her thought. "Who do you think showed them where to go?" Dean shook his head. "I was 16 when I told her to go fuck herself and left the shitty apartment. I was 21 when I finally realized how parents were supposed to really raise their kids. I know my mom did the best she could with what she had, but sometimes the stupid things she did were too much even for me."

Jenaya frowned. "Your own mother let them do that?" She asked softly; she knew she had to tread lightly on the subject.

"Don't get me wrong I loved my mother for what she did and sacrificed for us, but the times I hid in my closet so her and her friends could make more money was when I hated her the most." Dean stated softly in his gritty voice.

Jenaya could listen to him talk all night long. His raspy voice would send chills down her spine on an hourly basis. "So how do you feel about me?"

"Why do chic's always want to know how we FEEL about someone?" Dean asked with a chuckle. "You women are always trying to figure out the complexity of the male brain. You wanna know what we are thinking about?" He watched as she nodded with a smirk on her face. "We're thinking about how we can get the hottest piece of ass in our bed and once we do that we want a sandwich and a beer and that's it. There's nothing really all that complex about pussy, food and drink." Dean laughed as he lifted Jenaya up and deposited her between his long outstretched legs as he leaned back against the headboard.

Jenaya leaned back against his chest as she looked up at him. "So the hottest piece of ass huh? So what class am I in?"

Dean chuckled as he slapped her cotton shorts covered backside before he gripped a handful. "Baby you are my hottest piece of ass. I thought you knew that already?" He stated softly as he leaned down and caught her lips in a soft kiss that damn near curled Jenaya's toes.

"Dean…" Jenaya whimpered against his lips. As her hands scrambled for purchase and got his t-shirt off as she felt him tugging her shorts and panties off; before he pulled her tank top off over her head as her bare breasts pressed against his warm chest. She knew he could feel her nimble fingers as they were working on the belt, button and zipper of his jeans.

He could feel her already hard nipples scrapping against his bare chest. "I want you Jenaya. I want every part of you; if you'll be mine. I'll scream it from the roof top of every arena. I'll tell every interviewer you're my girl and no one else's." Dean stated as he pulled her closer and lifted her with easy to straddle his lap as he filled her body. His lips attacking her neck as his hands touched every part of her naked body.

Dean moved around until he had her trapped beneath him with her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands laced with his pinned against the mattress; his lips leaving a path of molten lava down her neck and over her chest.

"Tell me you want to be mine; tell me right now." His raspy voice mumbled against her throat. "TELL ME!" He growled as he buried his face between her breasts as his hips began pumping into her body and he could hear her breath coming out in short gasps.

With as fast and as hard as Dean was taking her she couldn't even think straight she could already feel her impending orgasm creeping up on her. "I-I-I…" It was all she could manage to stutter out.

Dean looked up as his icy blues locked with her jade eyes. "Tell me right now or I'm not going to let you cum gorgeous. You want to cum doing you? I know you do…You want to cum all over my dick; I want to drowned in your cum. So tell me right now. Do you want to be mine?" He asked as he voice dropped from raspy to gravely.

Jenaya couldn't even form a complete sentence. "Y-Yes…YES!" The roughness of his jeans as they scrapped against her inner thighs was sending tingles all over her body and sending her into sensory overload.

Dean continued to pump harder in her as his pubic bone was pressing against her clit harder and harder until his teeth snatched her left nipple and he felt her shatter against his body.

"OH GOD DEAN!"

It didn't take him but a couple more thrusts as he was sent sailing over the same edge he had just pushed her over as he filled her body.

They were still attached as Dean rolled over and pulled her on top of his body not wanting to lose the intimate connection. "You are mine now Jenaya. No one else can have this pussy but me."

It sounded dominant but he wasn't willing to share her with anyone.

Roman was so tired. The whole week he and the guys had interview after interview and signing after signing he was officially done with Survivor Series and Raw out of the way. Tonight was Smackdown, he felt like he could literally sleep for the next 5 days; which was exactly what they had off until next Monday.

Roman could hear Jimmy and Charisma talking about their upcoming nuptials. Jimmy was driving and Charisma was side seat driving or as she liked to call it 'navigating' every once in a while Jimmy would make a smart ass comment and Char would fold the map book and slap his arm with it. Yea they needed to get married…and soon.

Roman looked down and smiled softly at MacKenzie as she was burrowed into his side, her cheek pressed against his t-shirt covered chest. Her eyes were closed but he could tell she wasn't sleeping; her hand was up the front of his shirt softly caressing his abs and chest.

"What are you thinking sweetheart?" His tenor voice rumbled as he leaned his head down and brushed his lips against her forehead.

"That I'm too physically worn out and tired and if we have to make a pit stop you're going to have to carry me to the rest room." She laughed as she buried her face in his chest.

"I can do that." Roman chuckled deeply as his right arm tightened around her body. It had been a couple of days since they had come together in every way possible. That night would be forever engrained in his mind. The night he won the Survivor Series match he was allowed to claim his girlfriends, mind, body, heart and soul.

And claim it he did.

But at the same time he was sure he gave her his heart as well. He had never enjoyed being with someone so much; as he did with MacKenzie. She was smart and beautiful and intelligent. She had a couple of insecurities but after what she'd been through with her ex – who wouldn't honestly?

MacKenzie bit her bottom lip as she looked up and her deep blues locked with his beautiful greys. "So what are you doing for our days off; heading to Pensacola to see your folks?" She asked softly.

Roman thought about the question and knew he hadn't even decided what or where he wanted to be for his days off yet. "I'm not sure…Did you have something in mind?"

"I have to make a trip out to Sacramento, my sister is christening my niece and she wants me to be her God Mother; I'm already the God mother for her first two kids. Most of the family will be there and I would really love for you to meet all of them." MacKenzie stated before she sat up and pulled her fingers through her hair. "But you don't really have to. I know we've not been together that long."

Roman watched as she shook her head negatively and could tell her insecurities were getting ready to drown out the rational part of her. He reached out and caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger before she had a chance to turn away. "Kenzie…is this something you want?"

"Yes…" She stated softly as her eyes went back to his.

"Do you really have your heart set on it?" He asked.

"Yes…" She nodded

"If that's where you want me; then that's where I'll be. My days off are for you and if you want me with you then all you have to do is ask." Roman stated as he leaned over and kissed her lips softly.

"Are you really sure? I don't want you to feel like you're obligated to go just because you're my boyfriend." MacKenzie stated in a fast breath.

Roman shook his head. "All the more reason I should go; because I AM your boyfriend. I can't imagine they liked Jeff all that much so it gives me a chance to win them over now."

MacKenzie shook her head as she moved around and straddled Roman's lap. "Actually they thought…They thought Jeff was fabulous."

Roman's brow furrowed. "Come again?" He wasn't really sure he heard that properly.

"Yea…They think he was the best guy out there for me to marry; even after he put me in the hospital when he had his temper tantrum." MacKenzie stated softly. She wasn't going to lie. Her parents LOVED Jeff and she could never figure out why. The only one who thinks he needs to be castrated is my older sister Alice, but me and her have always been closer. Sometimes I feel like were the only two normal ones in the family." MacKenzie stated as she continued to caress his biceps under the sleeves of his shirt.

Roman shook his head. "Yea well any man who puts his hands on a female in my family gets his nose punched off his face – and then some."

"HELL YEA UCE!" Jimmy crowed from the front seat.

"HEY! Drive don't yell!" Charisma scolded as she slapped Jimmy with the map book.

""Damn it woman! Give me that damn thing!" Jimmy demanded as he reached out and snatched the map book out of his loving fiancée's hands before he rolled the window down and threw it out the window.

MacKenzie couldn't help laughing as the wind caught the map book and sucked it along the side of the Ford Explorer and into the air. "Why are they not married yet?" MacKenzie giggled out as she buried her face in the side of Roman's neck as his arms tightened around her body.

"I don't have any idea sweetheart." Roman chuckled as he took in her giggles. This woman's giggles were going to be the death of him.

MacKenzie's giggled calmed down as she pulled back and cupped his cheek. "So you are really going to come with me all the way to Sacramento on your days off?"

"There's no place I would rather be than with you." Roman stated softly as he turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand.

"Best…Boyfriend…Ever…" MacKenzie stated as she planted a kiss on his lips at the end of every word.

"I'm going to remember that down the road when I'm in need of a prize." Roman stated with a smirk on his face.

MacKenzie matched his smirk. "I'll be waiting for you to come collect your prize…" She whispered in his ear.

"Oh I'm going to collect beautiful." That was a promise she knew he could collect.

He couldn't wait to meet her family and was quite curious to see how they interacted with her and him as well.