Hell Bound For You
Chapter 5: What Happens in Vegas
"Dean come on, hurry up already!" Mallory whined as she waited for him to get dressed. Despite her slight agitation with the speed of his dressing process she was rather excited as this was their first date or as Dean referred to it, a thing. She sat on the couch touching up her make up as she waited patiently.
"Alright doll, didn't mean to keep you waiting but let's go." Dean smirked, extending his hand out to pull Mallory up from the couch. He gave her a little twirl and pulled her flush against his body sliding one of his large hands down to knead her cheeks roughly.
"You sure you wanna go out tonight cause uh… this dress needs to come off real soon" he groaned, peering into her honey colored eyes. Mallory tilted her head to the side with a little smirk in acknowledgement of her tight fitting grey and black striped dress. She completed her look with a cropped black leather jacket and a pair of black stilettos with jewel encrusted t-straps. Dean brushed his nose against the crook of her neck inhaling her intoxicating scent.
"I'm serious, we can just stay here…" he cooed, stroking her cheek with a thumb.
"Sugar, I didn't get all dressed up to sit here in your apartment. Now are we going out or what big boy?" she asked, resting her hands on her hips. "Relax babe..." Dean chuckled, "Of course we're going out tonight I just wanted to tease you a little."
"You goof..." she giggled, slapping at his chest as they exited the apartment and headed downstairs toward the taxi that was waiting. Dean held the door open while Mallory climbed into the back seat and he followed quickly. He told the driver to head to the Las Vegas strip and soon his date night with Mallory in Sin City was officially underway.
Mallory's eyes grew wide as she and Dean walked the strip while holding hands. They ate dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe and shared a few drinks in it's Body English nightclub. As more and more women continued to approach Dean asking for autographs and pictures, he knew by the look on his girlfriend's face that it was time for a change of scenery.
"Sorry about that babe, I didn't expect to just get bombarded by chicks like that during our date" he shrugged sheepishly. "I mean… it's no reason to feel or be jealous or anything you know?" He could tell Mallory was still a little upset as they continued to walk the strip. She walked by his side quietly while keeping a firm grip of his hand as her eyes culled through the hundreds of bright neon signs that illuminated the strip. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks looking up at one sign in particular causing Dean to jerk backwards towards her.
"Mallory what the hell babe… why did we stop?" he frowned finally looking up at the sign. He realized that they were stopped directly in front of the Coyote Ugly bar. "Oh no, no, no. I don't think so. No way in hell I'm letting you go in here" he huffed.
"Oh come on sugar where's the fun in that? Don't tell me you're gonna go getting all jealous on me now are you?" she chuckled deviously as she tapped his nose with her finger.
"You're damn right I am! I mean look at this fucking dress, Mallory. It's tight and short and...and I want nothing more than to pin you against a damn wall right now…" he growled, pulling her in close by the small of her back. She gasped softly at how roughly he pulled her body against his.
"Babe come on it's only for a few minutes. Besides I got my bar-tending start at the Coyote Ugly down in San Antonio before I moved to Houston. Please can we go in?" she begged.
Dean scowled at the bar knowing that Coyote Ugly saloons were nothing more than beautiful female bartenders singing, dancing and pouring drinks for guys with nothing but time. He knew that if he took Mallory inside his jealousy would get the best of him. Giving Mallory a final once over as they stood outside the bar he took a deep breath and sighed.
"Alright but only for a few minutes doll. And I'm warning you now if any asshole gets a case of the grabby hands around you, I'm gonna turn his fucking lights out! You understand me, darling?" he smirked, pressing his lips against hers in a heated kiss. When he pulled back Mallory was in a daze as his kisses always seemed to have the same effect on her.
She shook her head slightly and grabbed Dean's hand leading him inside the saloon. The place was crawling with guys shouting and spilling drinks as they vied for attention from the beautiful ladies on the bar. Dean moved his hand up to latch onto Mallory's waist so she wouldn't get too far away from him as they navigated their way around to get closer to the bar.
They had had a few drinks as Mallory clapped and danced along to the tunes that the ladies would sing. Dean smiled as he watched her twist and turn, shaking her ass to the infectious beat. He wasn't big on dancing but when a beat would catch him, he couldn't resist even the slightest of head nods. His smile quickly evaporated as caught a glimpse of man approaching Mallory.
"Well hello there sweet tits!" the man shouted over the music as he grabbed Mallory's upper arm pulling her away from Dean. "How'd you like to dance with a real man?" he said roughly trying to push himself onto her.
"Get your dirty, stinking hands off of me you filthy jerk!" Mallory snapped, snatching her arm away from the inebriated large man.
"Oh come on now sweet thang don't be like that. I just wanna dance with ya, you know… feel ya up a little bit cause woo lord, that body's built for sin! My name's…"
"I don't give a flying fuck what your name is bone-head, now step the hell away from my girl." Dean snarled, shoving the man backwards. He clenched his fist and quickly stepped in front of Mallory as the guy collected himself after spilling his beer on his shirt. The guy came forward to take a swing at Dean only to end up being punched right in his face, resulting in an immediate broken nose.
"Dean we better go, like now…" Mallory sighed, tugging on his arm. Dean smirked at the guy as he was down on his knees writhing in pain. He gently pushed Mallory out in front of him by the small of her back and leaned down towards the fallen bar patriot.
"By the way Charlie, or whatever the hell your name is. My girl truly has some really sweet tits and they're all mine…" he said with a sinister grin on his face before Mallory grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bar.
"Ok...I think we've had enough of that. How about we just walk the strip and enjoy the scenery?" she winced, hoping Dean would bite at her newly hatched plan.
"I told you doll, we can do whatever you wanna do. Just no more bars tonight, please?" he pleaded with her. "Agreed. No more bars baby, but how do you feel about a round or two of pool?" she grinned.
"Pool sounds good to me. Plus this place right here has excellent drinks, a laid back atmosphere, and they play tons of Mötley Crüe songs…" Dean chuckled, swatting at her plump ass. "I'm gonna bite that ass one of these days. Like literally just bite the shit outta one of those cheeks… they're so nice and round babe" he groaned, kneading one of her cushy cheeks.
"You're a bad man, Dean Ambrose..." Mallory smirked.
"Peaches... I'm the baddest man alive" he boasted, wrapping an arm around her waist as they entered the Las Vegas Cue Club.
After a few choice drinks and several rounds of pool, Dean and Mallory had finally arrived back at his apartment around 2:30 Sunday morning. They spent the entire ride home in the back of the taxi shoving their tongues down each other's throats. Mallory made sure she took off her heels before exiting the taxi so she wouldn't fall heading up the stairs in her drunken state.
"Dean hurry up! I want you inside…" she slurred as he fumbled with his keys to unlock the front door. She ran her hands underneath his black t-shirt palming at his abs and chest making him growl. With one last effort he managed to get the door unlocked, pulling Mallory inside and shoving her back against the door roughly.
"You're so fucking hot!" he hissed, grabbing at the bottom of her tight fitted dress. She wiggled her hips to help Dean get the dress up to her abdomen. "My jacket sugar…" she mumbled as Dean nipped and sucked at her neck leaving a trail of love bites.
"I'm on it doll…" he hummed, folding Mallory's black leather jacket down and pulling it away from her body giving it a casual toss over the couch. He licked his seemingly dry lips as his eyes surveyed the curvature of her body.
"Gotta get this fucking thing off, now!" Dean barked, snatching at her dress again. With a quick yank, Mallory's dress was up and over her head leaving her only in her underwear. Her breathing was shallow as she looked up at Dean who seemed to be eyeing her stringy black panties. Before she could speak he made quick work of her strapless bra, tossing it to the floor as he pulled her body against his.
"Don't even think about tits… Uh, I mean, don't even think about it, Dean!" she huffed, pointing her finger at him. With a devious little smirk etched on his face, he unclasped Mallory's bra in one quick motion and chuckled as is fell to the floor.
"Well… why wouldn't I be thinking about your tits?" Dean groaned, kneading her bare breasts in his large hands. "They're perfect" he murmured, leaning down sucking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. "Oh shit…" Mallory gasped as she arched her back running a hand through Dean's copper blonde hair.
His hands slid down from her lower back to cup her perfectly round ass and he picked her up to walk back to his bedroom. Dean gently tossed Mallory down onto his bed making her giggle in surprise. She sat up and palmed his chest for a brief second before pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it over the other side of the bed.
"Damn I want you…" he rasped, trying to push her down on the mattress.
"I don't think so, Mr. Ambrose. You've got those damn jeans on and they need to come off… now!" she said in a demanding tone.
"Well yes ma'am, I'll take them off right now" he grinned but before he could reach down to undo his belt, Mallory was already unzipping his jeans. She shoved them and his boxers down his legs aggressively letting them pool around his ankles on the floor. Dean stepped out of his pants and boxers then reached out and palmed her breast kneading them once more as Mallory stroked his stiff cock tentatively.
Their lips touched in that moment and Dean's tongue traced her bottom lip begging for access. Mallory's lips parted and their tongues became entwined as they explored each other's mouths slowly for a moment. Dean hesitantly broke the kiss and resumed pushing her down onto the mattress gently. He climbed onto the bed nudging her legs open and hooked his fingers through the sides of her panties.
"Finally, my prize awaits!" he rejoiced while sliding her dainty black underwear down her legs. Mallory squirmed and giggled as Dean took his time teasing her entrance with his hardened length. "Oh yeah baby… I'm gonna destroy you" he groaned in his still intoxicated state.
"Well a little less talking and a lot more doing, sugar." Mallory smiled, biting her lip. He smirked and plunged himself deep inside her body, filling her completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist drawing him in deeper as he began to thrust slowly. Dean growled and grunted as she dragged her nails down the flesh of his back. Their bodies continued to push against each other in a lust filled bout that lead into the wee hours of the morning.
In what seemed to only be a few short hours, Dean's alarm on his phone went off. He snarled as he sat up trying to silence the phone. His vision was slightly hazy and his head was throbbing signaling that he was definitely hungover from his night out with Mallory. He blinked a few times to clear his sight and ran a hand through his messy hair as he looked over at his naked girlfriend that was wrapped up in the sheets sleeping soundly.
He dragged himself out of bed and lazily strolled over to his bathroom turning on the shower. "Good thing my bags are already packed. This flight is gonna suck balls." he thought to himself as he stood underneath the warm water. He scrubbed his body down and got all fresh and clean. As he reached for his towel he noticed something shiny and silver on his left ring finger.
"Oh...shit!" Dean muttered looking down at his hand in disbelief.
Mallory sat up and stretched her arms and legs before standing up pulling the bed sheet with her. "Dean…" she called out softly looking around for him. "Where are you, shug?" she mumbled, jumping a little when the bathroom door flew open.
"Hey you…" she smiled at Dean taking a few steps closer to him. "Aww babe, you showered without me… so not fair" she pouted playfully. Her smile faded when she noticed Dean wasn't too receptive of her cute little antics. "Ok… are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" she sighed.
"What's wrong? You wanna know what's wrong, peaches, just take a look at your left hand…" he huffed, pulling his boxers on. Mallory took a few steps back as she couldn't believe how rude Dean was being towards her as he had never done so before. "My left hand…" she thought and frowned in confusion looking down at it.
Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open in shock as she stared at the glistening diamond ring and silver wedding band that adorned her finger. She looked at Dean while trying to regain control of her breathing and was completely at a loss for words.
"How… when… just how the hell did this happen?" she shrieked.
"Oh I don't know Mallory, it probably happened somewhere between us leaving the damn pool hall and you wanting to attend some random ass persons wedding at a little white chapel! I don't know but this isn't the best fucking time for this right now!" Dean shouted, causing Mallory to take a few more steps back putting herself up against the wall. She placed her hand over her heart for a moment and looked at Dean. Tears were starting to form in her eyes but she quickly looked away in an effort not to show weakness.
"I… I better shower. I know you're heading out soon so…" she stuttered, making her way over to the bathroom.
"Mallory, wait that's not… I didn't mean for that to come out that way. Will you just…" he pleaded as she shut the door in his face. "Dammit…" he sighed, taking a seat on his bed. Eventually he got back on his feet and continued to get dressed as he had to catch a flight to Iowa.
Thirty minutes had gone by before Mallory finally exited the bathroom. She was sure not to make eye contact with Dean and pulled her suitcase onto the bed to find something to wear.
"If you're thinking about leaving, that's just not gonna happen peaches" Dean chuckled walking over to pull her towel wrapped body into a tight hug. She gently pushed away from him with a frown on her face.
"Look I know my reaction wasn't the greatest but I didn't mean anything hurtful by it. I like you a lot and obviously I care about you and you've definitely got to feel something for me" he smiled. "Just hang out here for a few more days and I'll be back before you leave for Houston. We can figure out what we're gonna do, but until then just sit tight… Mrs. Ambrose" Dean winked. His smile evaporated after seeing the scowl that Mallory had on her face.
"Too soon?" he shrugged. Before she could answer him, her phone rang.
"It's Tina…" she sighed. Dean nodded and rolled his bags into the living room as Mallory answered her phone.
"Hey girl what's up?" she said happily but as Christina continued on, worry washed over Mallory's face.
"Is Brenna alright?" she asked. "Ok, well don't worry. I'm catching the first flight out of Vegas and I'll be on my way. Alright sweetie, you hang in there and I'll see you soon" she mumbled hanging up with her cousin. She quickly finished getting dressed and grabbed her purse and phone charger heading into the living room.
"Dean I've got to go. Tina called and said that Brenna…"
"Brenna got hurt…" Dean chimed in stopping Mallory mid sentence.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" she inquired.
"Roman just called to let me know what was going on and that he's going to get Seth. Hunter already gave us clearance to be out for the house show and Raw… so looks like we're off to Atlanta" he said grabbing his wallet and keys.
"He's going to get Seth… What do you mean he's going to get Seth?"
"The cops are holding him… he didn't tell me any more than that so we gotta go doll" he huffed, dragging Mallory put the door with him.
"Dean what about our situation? We can't just roll up in the hospital with wedding rings on…and together" she hissed. He let out a loud chuckle as he turned to grab her by her shoulders.
"Look doll, I'm an adult and you're an adult. People get married in Vegas all the time… I just happen to live here. I mean seriously their theme is "What Happens Vegas, Stays in Vegas" right? Hell. besides I'm pretty sure Chrissy knows about us anyway" he smirked. Her eyes grew wide as she looked around trying to avoid his gaze. "Peaches…" Dean rasped, grabbing her sides.
"I swear I didn't breathe a word about us to Christina" she exclaimed quickly.
"I swear she can't hold water." Dean mused to himself. "Sure you didn't babe, now come on we've got a flight to catch…" he grinned as they walked down the stairs.
To my lovely, loyal and patient readers, I simply say thank you! Sometimes life just gets in the way of everything and add in a severe case of writer's block and there you go. I'm truly sorry for my absence but I'm extremely happy to be back. I feel refreshed and my creative writing edge is finally returning to me. To my newest readers, I would like to say hello and welcome! Sorry for this chapter being a little short, but it serves as a transition into my next chapter of Hell Without You. I know you all have been waiting patiently to find out what's going on with Seth and Brenna. As always, thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed!
XoXo,
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