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"You got out that slinky black dress, what's the occasion?" I ask Kelly, tossing a dirty bowl and spoon into the sink and filling it with water.
"There's a CZW banquet tomorrow night, I'm going with Colby." She smiles, "Have to look pretty for a banquet."
"You know all those guys are going to be in jeans." I laugh. CZW wasn't exactly known for dressing up for anything. "Are you going to the show tonight?" I ask her curiously.
"Not tonight, Colby isn't wrestling." She responds. I don't reply, just murmur a 'mmmhmmm', which never goes unnoticed by Kelly. "Are you?" She questions, seemingly interested all of the sudden.
"Yes." I say softly, scrubbing the bowl and rinsing it off.
"You hate those shows." She states, throwing a hand on her hip and narrowing her eyes at me.
"Jon's wrestling. He wanted me to be there." I sigh, "So after much convincing I agreed." I tell her.
"You like him." She tells me, in a very matter of fact tone. I only raise my eyebrows before shaking my head at her. "Bullshit. You never went when Joe asks or Colby and I had to beg you to go with me, buddy asks you one time and you jump."
"I did not jump." I tell her, scoffing. "It took a few minutes to convince me, and yes ok maybe I like him a little." I admit. "He's picking me up on the way to the show."
"What time?" She asks.
"20 minutes." I respond, glancing at the clock.
"Is that what you're wearing?" She says, giving me the once over. I was in a pair of cut off shorts, knee high black socks with black tennis shoes and a black spaghetti strap tank top.
"Yes." I reply, narrowing my eyes at her. "I'm not dressing up for a wrestling show." I tell her unimpressed.
"Your boyfriend is here!" Kelly calls when there's a knock on the door about 15 minutes later. "Have fun." She adds when I come bouncing down the steps.
"Hey!" I greet him, opening the door.
"Hey." He smiles, hand shoved deep into his jean pockets.
"See you later Kel!" I tell her, closing the door behind me. We walked down to Jon's car, which wasn't anything fancy. He drove an old Chevy Blazer, lifted a few inches with over sized tires. He opens the passenger door for me to slide into the seat. "Thanks."
"Uh, so how was your day?" He asks, turning the car over.
"Pretty unproductive." I shrug.
"Didn't do shit?" He chuckles.
"Pretty much." I nod.
"Hey, uhm..." He starts, "There's this banquet thing tomorrow night, they're uh, making me fuckin' go. Don't suppose you wanna be my date?" He asks, clearly nervous.
"Date?" I question, smirking at him.
"Yes..." He murmurs.
"Yeah." I nod, giving his ear lobe a tug. "What should I wear?" I ask him.
"I'm not the right person to ask." He grins.
"What are you wearing?" I ask, redirecting my question.
"Jeans and a tshirt, maybe my black leather jacket if I'm feeling fancy and shit." He shrugs, pulling into the parking lot of the arena. I only roll my eyes and slide out of the car after he'd parked. He grabs his bag from the backseat and slings it over his shoulder. "Come on sweat pea." He smiles, throwing an arm around my shoulder.
"Jon do you even know my name?" I tease him, walking in through the back door. I'm instantly met by glares and glowers from the ladies that were hanging out in one of the back rooms.
"Annabelle." He whispers in my ear. "Come on, don't even look at them." He tells me, guiding me the the same room that Kelly and I had watched the show in a few nights ago. I fall down into the couch and he tosses his bag into the seat next to me, starting to dig through it. "You sure you want to sit back here?" He asks.
"Yes." I tell him. He rolls his eyes at me as he sheds the black leather jacket he had one and hands it to me, "What am I supposed to do with this?" I asks, draping it over my knees.
"Wear it." He shrugs.
"Mox, you're on in 10." A guy says, pausing at the door for a second before moving on.
"Last chance to come out with me." He tells me.
"Why can't you just be happy I'm here." I laugh. "I'll watch you beat the tar out of..." I pause, waiting to hear who he's facing.
"Brain damage." He smiles. Not his normal smile, this one was a bit more devious and maybe a little evil. "And I"m gonna ruin his life." He says between gritted teeth. The same guy who'd given me a hard time in the bar last year. "He's going to know not to fuck with anything that's mine, ever, again." He mutters.
"Excuse me?" I tell him, raising my eyebrows.
"I don't really want to be so nice to people who I think, have any interest in something I think, belongs to me." He replies casually.
"I don't belong to anyone." I say, throwing his jacket back in his face. He pulls it off his face with a smirk, clearly amused with me.
"You're mine and you know it." He smiles, "And ya like it." He adds with a wink.
"Mox you're on!" A guy calls from down the hallway.
"See you after the match sweet pea." He tells me, pulling his tshirt off and tossing it on the couch and disappearing out the door. I sigh and turn on the monitor. I knew what was coming, and I know that Jon specifically requested this match so he could beat the tar out of Brain damage. The next 15 minutes I watched, and cringed as Jon slammed him into the mat over and over. His very end, cherry on top move was dumping a whole box of thumb tacs over the mat and dumping him off the top rope. He pins him for the 3 count and I see him dip his head down by Brain damage's ear, I know he's saying something about staying away from me.
"Jeez..." I mutter to myself, running my fingers through my hair. A few minutes later he comes strutting into the room like he's about the hottest thing on this planet, a smirk planted across his features. "You are ridiculous." I tell him.
"Betcha don't have a problem with him anymore." He just shrugs. He did look good all sweaty and heaving like that, all his hair sticking to his forehead.
"Bet I don't have problems with anyone as long as you're around." I shoot at him playfully.
"Count on that." He agrees, wiping the sweat off him with a towel. "Come back to my place?" He offers.
"You're smooth, but not that smooth." I tell him. "What do I look like to you? Easy?" I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.
"No." He chuckles, "In fact you look complicatin'." He sighs. "I wasn't implying you have sex with me, just... I don't know." He says, coming up at a loss for words.
"Spend time with you?" I offer.
"That's what I was aimin' for." He tells me.
"Alright, let's go than." I agree, quicker than i thought I was going to. He grins, as if I'd just made his entire day and grabs his bag, pulling me up off the couch.
"It's not as nice as your place..." He murmurs a little ashamed, when we come to a stop in front of a set of apartment complexes. "Not even close." He chuckles.
"I don't care." I tell him, following him up the stairs and into the building. He opens the door to a simple one bedroom apartment, neat for single guy but definitely lacked a woman's touch. "Serves it's purpose." I say to him when he looks at me slightly sheepish.
"Come here." He says, patting the couch next to him. I put my purse on the kitchen counter and throw myself down on the couch next to him while he flips through the channels. He lands on Dexter.
"I love Dexter." I smile. He looks all too pleased with himself and wraps an arm around my shoulder pulling me into him. I sigh and rest my head against his chest while he runs his fingers through my hair. Surprisingly gentle, for such a ruthless beast. We watch three episodes of Dexter in a comfortable silence, it was kinda nice not to have the pressure of needing to come up with conversation. "I'm tired." I whisper, burying my head in the crook of his neck.
"You want me to take you home?" He asks, trying to hide his disappointment.
"The bedroom would be faster." I suggest. He grins and easily picks me up bridal style, carrying me into the bedroom and kicking the door shut with his foot before setting me down on the messy king sized bed. "These sheets had better be clean." I mutter.
"I haven't fucked any girls on these." He shrugs.
"Good to hear." I say, rolling my eyes. I stand up and run my fingers along the skin under his shirt and pull it up over his head.
"Thought you didn't want any of that?" He teases me.
"I don't, I just want to sleep in your shirt." I tell him, "Turn around." I say. He shakes his head but turns his back to me, giving me enough time to pull my clothes off and pull his shirt on. "OK." I say, crawling back into the bed and pulling the comforter up to my chin. He hits the light switch and I can hear him shed his jeans as he walks towards the bed. "You're bed is more comfortable than mine." I tell him.
"I have a hard time sleeping on firm mattresses." He admits, slipping his hand around my waist and pulling me flush against him. I rest my head on his bare chest and slide my hand across his torso, getting a good feel on his muscles. "Like what ya feel?" He teases me softly.
"Mmmhmm." I tell him. I had the urge to bite him right now, but I didn't want to encourage any kind of behavior on his part.
"Good night." He tells me, nuzzling his nose in my hair.
**The next morning**
"Annabelle…." Jon whispers, giving one of my hips a squeeze. "Banana…" He breaths into my ear. Sometime in the night I'd turned onto my side and he was flush against my back, arm draped lazily across my hip.
"Hmmm?" I groan, keeping my eyes closed.
"It's almost noon." He states, "And your phone has been going off like crazy for an hour." He tells me.
"You've been up for an hour?" I murmur, still not moving.
"I didn't want to wake you." He replies. "Cute when you're sleeping." He adds, tracing circles around my hip. "Did you sleep ok?" He asks.
"Like death." I respond, "You?"
"You might have to move in, I haven't slept that good in…. I don't even remember." He tells me. I open an eye and reach onto the dresser for my phone to read my missed texts.
"You're not home… Where are you?" Text from Kelly.
"Are you still with Jon?" Text from Kelly.
"Wondering why you're not at the barn doing your job." Text from Phil.
Shit. I forgot about work.
"You owe me, I cleaned your stalls. Text me, I need to know you're alive." Text from Kelly.
"I'm alive, thanks for doing my stuff. Home at some point today." Text to Kelly.
"Sorry, something came up. Kelly took care of my horses." Text to Phil.
"You know I'd get fired if I didn't show up to work." Jon muses behind me.
"I train his horses, he'd never fire me." I chuckle.
"She lives! See you later." Text from Kelly.
"I should get you home." Jon says, snuggling up against me. "But then you'd have to go." He adds disappointed.
"I am going to need to get ready for that banquet thing tonight." I tell him, playing with his fingers.
"You could go like this." He chuckles. "In only my shirt, man the guys would be jealous. A mans shirt on the naked female body is like a flag on a conquered fortress."
"Oh really?" I grin, "Well sweety they're going to be jealous anyway." I inform him. He sighs and rolls out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans and I do the same.
"You're gonna wear my shirt home?" He asks, a stupid grin on his face.
"Is that ok?"
"Lets go sweet pea." He nods, leading the way back out to the car. About 15 minutes later we're pulling in front of my house and he throws the old blazer into Park.
"What are you going to do the rest of the day?" I ask curiously.
"Think about ya." He says playfully. "Seriously though, I'm going to go to the gym, go home and shower then hopefully it'll be time to come back here for you." He answers.
"Okay. I"ll see you later than." I tell him, leaning over the center console and pressing my lips to his. His hand that was occupying the steering wheel comes up and palms my face, holding me there while he slides his tongue across my bottom lip. "Bye." I grin, pulling away from him and sliding out of the car.
"Later sweet pea." I hear him reply.
"Oh my god I saw you kiss him!" Kelly exclaims the second I walk into the house. "Colby says you guys around going to the banquet tonight together." She states.
"We are." I nod, "What should I wear?" I ask her, scrunching up my nose.
"Are you like, official with him?" She asks curiously.
"No." I laugh.
"You mean, not yet." She smirks.
"We'll see. He's got a hard time expressing any kind of feelings." I tell her. "And he's damaged goods Kel, like seriously I can tell that he's been fucked up by either a girl or like family."
"How do you know?" She asks, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Just the way he acts sometimes." I tell her, "Last night at the show he was super possessive, remember the guy that tried to throw himself on me at the club last year?" I ask her and she nods like 'duh'. "Well I told him about it at the zoo and I guess he requested a match with him, beat the holy hell out of the guy and proceeded to call me 'his'." I say.
"Yeah… That might be something to be concerned about." She states. "Did he try getting in your pants last night?" She asks me.
"No." I reply simply.
"Colby thinks that Jon really likes you, says he's different around you than other girls." She says.
"He's sweet, than I watch him with other people and he's just a douche." I say to her.
"How about we focus on clothes…" She grins, changing the subject. "I think you should wear that one shoulder studded black mini dress, with the black mary jane high heels. You know the one you did the paint splatter on?" She asks. I got bored one day and decided to give a pair of plane black heels a make over, with some paint splatter.
"That'd be cute." I agree, "Glad I didn't have to think of anything. He says he's going in jeans and a tshirt, what did I tell you?" I laugh.
"Speaking of shirts, can't help my notice that one isn't yours." She chuckles, giving Jon's shirt a tug on the sleeve. "When is he coming back? Colby is coming at 6." She says.
"I don't know, didn't ask." I murmur, pulling out my phone. "Was Phil mad about me missing work this morning? I totally thought I'd wake up on time for him to bring me home, girl I slept till noon."
"What time are you coming back?" Text to Jon.
"He didn't say anything to me, just glanced in your stalls when he walked by and asked if I was doing them. I said yeah you had a personal thing come up." She shrugs.
"Good, that's what I told him too." I laugh, "I need to get there tomorrow and work that fucking grey mare, she's going to be a bitch to throw a saddle on." I sigh.
"Around 6?" Text from Jon.
"Alright. :)" Text to Jon.
"He's coming around 6 too." I tell Kelly. "I'm going to go hop in the shower, and much as I don't want to, wash the Jon off me." I mutter, slightly disappointed.
**Later that night**
"How is your boyfriend here before mine?" Kelly mutters unimpressed, she had pulled back the blinds and was waiting on Colby to get here. It was a little after 6, so of course she was freaking out because he was late. She'd dolled herself up in a deep blue strapless dress and some matching heels, her hair all done up in curls. "Annabelle is in the kitchen." I hear her tell Jon when she opens the door.
"She knows there's going to be food there right?" He chuckles, walking back to where I was standing. "Ya look beautiful." He smiles, letting his eyes rake the length of my body before tilting my chin up and placing a light kiss on my lips.
"Thank you." I reply.
"Colby isn't here yet?" He asks, glancing around.
"No, please don't remind her." I sigh, shaking my head.
"You want to take one car?" He asks.
"Hell no, remember last time we took one car?" I laugh, "We're taking two, so we're not stuck there." I tell him.
"Good point." He agrees. "Lets go than." He says.
"No, we're not leaving until Colby gets here." I tell him, "I can't leave her in this state of mind." I laugh.
"Missed you all day." He admits, "And you're right, all the guys are gonna be mad jealous." He grins. I only smirk and hoist myself up onto the counter, pulling him between my legs and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Really?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.
"Give me a kiss." I tell him, running my fingers along his hair line on his neck. He rests his hands on my hips and presses his lips to mine. I part my lips allowing him to plunge his tongue into my mouth and wrestle against my own.
"Get a room." Colby says, walking into the kitchen and breaking us apart. "We taking one car?" He asks.
"No." I tell him, "But we're ready, so lets go." I say.
"I hate the way these girls look at me." I sigh to Jon, taking a sip of the beer in my hand. We were at a table with Kelly and Colby and Joe was there too.
"They're just jealous." He murmurs, tucking some hair back behind my ear. "Ignore them." He adds.
"They hate everyone." Joe says with a shrug.
"Do you want to go?" Jon asks, looking at me seriously. Jon really wanted to leave, but I thought it would be good for him to stick it out and be social with people other than me and the guys.
"No. I'm fine, I just want to punch faces." I smirk. "I'll take another beer though." I tell him, finishing off what was left in the bottle.
"Anyone else?" He questions, grabbing the empty bottle from me. There was a unison of 'no, I'm good' and he got up, walking to the bar.
"I can't believe you have him tied down." Joe mutters in disbelief, shaking his head.
"I don't have him tied to shit, we're not together." I tell him, shaking my head.
"Yeah but he wants to be, it's only a matter of time before he asks you. You'll say yes, because we can all see you like him and he'll be tied down. Jon... the fuck them and leave them, women aren't worth shit, bad attitude all the time Jon." He chuckles. I only shrug and glance up at him standing at the bar. One of the girls, whose name escapes me right now was there too, clearing flirting with him and I could only smile when I watch him turn his back to her.
"Thanks." I tell him when he hands me the bottle.
"Are you sure you don't want to go?" He asks, glancing around. We'd been here now for like 3 hours.
"We can go after I finish this." I assure him.
"What are you guys gonna do tonight?" Kelly asks us curiously.
"Go back home." I shrug, earning a disappointed look from Jon. "He's coming too." I tell her, motioning to him and seeing his face light back up. I took a second and downed half of my beer. "So what'd she want?" I ask, motioning to the girl at the bar.
"Jump my bones." He smirks at me.
"You could've got laid tonight and came back here instead. Aren't you the sweet one?" I tell him, returning the smirk.
"Yeah well, I like ya better." He says, winking at me. He reaches for my beer, which I hand to him and finishes it off. "And your beer is done, lets get out of here." He grins.
"See ya later." I tell Kelly, following Jon towards the door.
"God I just wanted out of there." He mutters, opening the passenger door for me. "Didn't want to go in the first place." He adds.
"It's your job." I say with a shrug. "And it doesn't kill you to be social for a couple hours out of the year."
"No." He chuckles, "I'm a wrestler, banquets weren't in my contract." He states, making me roll my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me." He smirks.
"Don't be such a drama queen and I wouldn't roll my eyes at you." I say back.
"Be my woman." He grins, looking over at me.
"Are you asking me, or telling me?" I laugh out loud.
"Asking. Unless you like it when I give you orders." He winks.
"If you're asking I'd say yes." I smile, "But if you're giving orders I'd have to hit you." I state.
"Different breed." He says softly. "I should start calling you Rare." He smiles.
"You know what?" I ask him, "I've already gotten used to 'sweet pea'." I state.
"Sweet pea it is." He tells me, pulling into the driveway. "Can I park in the driveway?" He asks.
"I don't care." I shrug, "Not like Kelly is going anywhere tonight." I add, hopping out of the car and walking up the front steps.
"You didn't lock the door?" He asks skeptically when I push it open. "What kinda stupid are ya?" He questions when we walk inside.
"We live in different neighborhoods Jon." I chuckle, "Come, upstairs." I say, pulling him up the steps by his shirt. I shut my bedroom door and I'm on him instantly, pushing my body against his and pressing my lips against his neck. He growls and turns me around, easily pressing me against the door. His fingers graze across my hips and he bites my chin playfully.
He slips his hand between my legs and inches it up pushing apart my thighs, "This is mine. Is that clear?" He asks huskily. Any other time I'd have reeled back and gave him a piece of my mind, but I was becoming accustomed to his possessive attitude. And honestly I was too turned on to care. "Are, we, clear?" He asks again, pulling his lips from my collar bone to look at me.
"Yes." I reply, running my fingers under his shirt and pulling it up over his head. I rake my fingers down his taunt stomach, trying to feel every curve of his muscles.
"Good girl." He growls, sucking on my neck until it almost hurt. "Let's take this off..." He murmurs, letting his hands travel the length of my body he reaches the bottom of my dress, dragging it up over my head and tossing it over my shoulder. "God, you're fuckin' gorgeous." He murmurs, taking a step back a looking at me. He pulls me across the bedroom and backs me up until the my knees hit the bed, gently laying me on the across it. His fingers unclasp my bra and he pulls it down my shoulders, quickly taking one of my nipples into his mouth and making me gasp.
"Jooooooonnnn." I groan, tangling my fingers in his hair. He smiles against my skin, moving his lips down over my stomach to just over my panty line. He hooks a finger on each side of my panties and pulls them down my legs, discarding them on the floor. "Oh my god..." I moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair when he buried his tongue in my wetness. His tongue circles my clit and I moan loudly when he slips a finger inside me.
"You're not ready for me are ya?" He teases, softly kissing the inside of my thigh.
"Will you take your jeans off already?" I mutter, slightly frustrated. He grins, clearly pleased with himself before sitting on his knees between my legs and raising his eyebrows at me. I hardly hesitate, reaching out to unbutton his pants and shove them halfway down his legs. His cock bounces to attention, just about hitting in the face and making both of us laugh. "Watch where you're swinging that thing." I tease him, taking his length in my hand and stroking it. I take the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before taking a few inches into my mouth making him groan. His fingers glide through my hair, allowing me to continue for another moment or two before he pulled me away, pushing me back onto the bed.
"Enough of that." He growls lowly, kicking his pants the rest of the way off his legs and positioning himself between my legs. He pushes into me in one easy thrust and hold himself against me, skin to skin. "Look," He murmurs, staring down at me and then down to our chest. "We fit perfect. You were made for me." He tells me, kissing my forehead.
"Jon..." I sigh, throwing my head back into the pillow when he starts moving inside of me. His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, taking his time as he rocked against me.
"That's right sweet pea, say it again." He encourages me as his hand slid down my side, grabbing my hip and pulling me to meet his thrusts. I moan and wrap my legs around his waist digging my finger nails into his back, dragging along his skin to his shoulders.
"Jon! Holy... Fuck!" I scream, feeling my world go fuzzy. His pace had quickened, each time he'd brush against my clit my orgasm would come closer.
"Cum for me Annabelle." He murmurs, taking my ear lobe between his teeth. After a moment my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my back arched off the bed, flushing my body against his. "That's my girl..." He says as my walls pulse around his cock. He allows me a moment to come down from my high before slamming into me with a purpose, pushing us up the bed an inch at a time with his deep thrusts. His head dips into the crook of my neck and a throaty growl emits from his throat as he cums, before collapsing on the bed next to me.
"Mmmm..." I groan, rolling onto my side and watching his chest rise and fall with his heaving breaths. He was beaded with sweat now, and it was about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
"Don't look so pleased with ya self." He murmurs, sliding his arm under my neck and pulling me against him. "Made for me." He repeats, nuzzling his face in my hair. I lay my head on his shoulder and trace his ab muscles with my finger tips, grinning when his skin twitches under my touch.
"Are we sleeping naked?" I ask, smiling at him.
"Yep." He nods, closing his eyes.