"Just suck it up," Roman said.
"But why? Why do we have to do this?" Dean pouted.
"Because she deserves to have some fun," Roman said.
"Really? Taker stops by with a sobby story and suddenly it's all about her and her needs," Dean kicked a box as he walked past it. "I wish she would just crawl back into whatever hole she came out of."
He felt himself being slammed back first into the wall and surprisingly it was Seth that held on to his shirt, staring at him with angry eyes.
"We're not asking you to date her or even like her but you damn well will be friendly towards her. She's had enough shit on her plate," Seth said firmly.
"Relax, man. I'm not gonna go spill her little secrets. I might not care about her but Taker still scares the shit out of me," Dean said.
Roman and Seth chuckled at his words and Seth let go off his shirt. They continued down to catering where she was already seated at a table with some of the women. A silent nod was given to her by Roman and Seth while Dean as always ignored her and she smiled back at the two men.
The men as usual sat down at a table next to her, not getting involved in her conversation with the other women. It had just become their thing to stay close and once they were done eating, they would get up and she would follow them to their locker room. Today was no different. The difference didn't appear until they were in the locker room and a sudden invitation was given out.
"We're going out tonight," Seth started.
"Oh. Well, have fun," she said.
"No, we..." He said and pointed between her and them. "...are going out tonight."
"Is that an order?" She asked.
"Yep," he grinned.
"It's just for a few drinks. Let loose and have some fun," Roman said. "So do you wanna come?"
"Please say no, please say no," Dean muttered to himself.
"Sure," she answered.
"God damn it!" Dean's voice flew high.
Both Roman and Seth were about to put him straight but a knock on the door interfered with that plan.
"Shield, you're on in ten!" A voice shouted from the other side.
"Better get going," Roman said and placed a hand on her shoulder. "See you in 20 minutes or so."
Dean didn't say a word when they came back. He completely ignored her, grabbed his towel and went straight for the shower. At least Roman and Seth exchanged some friendly words with her before heading for the shower as well.
Around 30 minutes later all four of them walked into a bar. By the look shared between Seth and Roman, she suspected they did it on purpose when they hurried to sit on the same side of a table, leaving the two chairs on the other side to her and Dean, forcing them to sit next each other. Dean sighed as he moved in and took the chair the closest to the wall and she sat down next to him without a word. With a grin on his face, Seth got back up, walked to the bar to buy beer for them all.
She had a surprisingly good time with them. Dean of course ignored her most of the time just like she ignored him but Seth and Roman didn't freeze any of them out. A couple of hours in and they were all half drunk when someone suddenly chuckled lowly behind her. She froze. She could recognize that voice anywhere.
"Maisie," Randy stepped up next to their table. "I heard you were back. Why haven't you stopped by to say hello?"
"I don't wanna see you," she whispered.
"What was that?" He asked.
It didn't go unnoticed to any of the three men that she was scared. They couldn't hear what she was whispering. The only person who heard it was Dean and he was more surprised than any of the others since she had managed to move backwards from her chair and up on his lap. She didn't even seem to notice herself where she was suddenly seated. She was staring at Randy, scared out of her mind.
"Randy, please leave," Roman said.
"Why?" Randy asked.
"You're not welcome here," Seth answered.
"You might be running the show these days but you're still just rookies compared to me," Randy said.
"Leave the fight for the ring. We're out having a cozy night together and you're scaring our friend," Roman said. "So again, please leave."
"Right," Randy smirked at her. "Talk to you later, Maisie."
A low whimper came from her as he walked away. She suddenly realized she wasn't sitting on her chair anymore as she felt Dean move his legs under her. As if things weren't bad enough, she had managed to crawl up on his lap. Him of all people. She tried to move but was held back as his arm went around her stomach.
"No, why don't you stay, fangirl? I like the idea of you bouncing on my dick," he said.
There wasn't any amusement or flirting tone in his voice. It seemed just as cold as always.
"Dean," Roman gave him a stare.
"What?" Dean stared back. "Fine!"
He let go off her and she quickly moved to her own chair again. For a short while she stared down at the table before looking up at Roman.
"I wanna go home," she said.
"Of course. We'll take you home," he said.
"I can walk myself," she said.
"No fucking way we're letting you walk alone after that," Seth said.
"It's alright, guys. I'll make sure the little princess gets back to the castle," Dean sighed. "I didn't wanna come here in the first place anyway. You guys stay and have fun."
Roman looked at her again, silently asking her if it was okay. She just shrugged her shoulders and nodded. It wasn't like they actually had to talk to each other while walking back to the hotel and it wasn't a long walk. She could manage.
They walked in dead silence as expected. Back to the hotel, through the lobby, into the elevator. He didn't press any button. When the elevator stopped on her floor, he followed her out of it.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Relax, fangirl. Roman's gonna kill me if I don't walk you to the door," he said.
"What a gentleman," she said sarcastically.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside, turning around to say goodbye to him but he just walked right into her room, closing the door after him.
"Small," he said as he looked around.
"Dean, what the hell are you doing?" She asked.
He grinned at her and took off his leather jacket, dumping it on the floor. There was a predatory look in his eyes as he moved towards her, backing her up against a wall. He grabbed her hips as he pressed his crotch towards her, slowly grinding on her.
"What do you say, fangirl? Wanna take a ride with me?" He asked.
"No," she answered lowly.
"Come on," he pulled her dress up to her hips. "You know you want to."
When she nodded, he grinned again. He slid her panties down her legs before grabbing her neck, yanking her away from the wall and into his arms. He kissed her as he walked her backwards towards the bed. He pushed her down on the bed and she immetiately rolled over on her stomach.
"Oh, that's how you like it," he chuckled.
He unbuttoned his jeans and placed himself between her legs. He didn't care about undressing either of them. All he cared about was getting laid fast. He freed his dick and entered her as quickly as he could. She buried her head in a pillow, biting down on it.
"Yeah, better bite down on that, fangirl," he mocked her. "Don't wanna wake up the entire floor."
It wasn't that he couldn't last long in bed. He just didn't want to. He didn't want her to cum so he thrust fast and hard like a crazy man, cumming just two minutes after. He wanted her to be frustrated with him. He wanted her to beg him for more, beg like the fangirl she was, beg for him to continue fucking her. And once she was begging, he would do exactly that. He would give her the whole ride, the real ride, the one that would end with her not being able to stand. And then he would leave. But for now he just needed her frustrated so he pulled out of her and stood back up.
"Just gonna use the toilet," he said.
He whistled as he walked in there to take care of his business. Shortly after he came walking back out with his jeans all closed again, waiting for her to start begging or at least yell at him for not giving her what she wanted. She sat on the bed with her legs down on the floor. The dress was covering her again and she didn't even look up at him.
"So this was fun. I'm gonna take off now," he said as he walked over and grabbed his jacket from the floor.
"Yeah, bye," she said lowly.
He tried keeping the giggle within as he moved towards the door. Any second now she would blow up and let him have it and he would let her drag it out until he had her right where he wanted - on her knees in front of him.
He opened the door and there was nothing coming from her which was a surprise to him. He couldn't really stop and ask her to beg. That would ruin the whole thing. So he continued out of the room, closing the door after him. Three seconds later a loud thud was heard as something was thrown at the door. Then the giggle he had held within finally came out as he walked towards the elevator. So she was too proud to ask for more. It was alright in his book. He'd break her soon enough.