"Happy Birthday girl!" Johnny exclaims when I let myself into the back door of the bar. He was stacking crates on top of each other, trying to make room for the truck delivery.
"Thanks Johnny." I smile at him, leaning myself up against the sink and watching him work.
"I know I gave you the day off so you must be lookin' for your paycheck." He teases me, walking up through the doors to the bar and coming back with my paycheck. "Here you go sweet heart, there's a birthday gift in there for ya." He smiles.
"Aw, thanks Johnny that's nice of you." I say, smiling when I see he gave me a $100 bonus this week.
"Where's your attachment?" He asks curiously. Now a days it was pretty unusual for me to be out anywhere without Jon right at my hip. We'd been together just under a year, and as much as some of his antics drive me absolutely crazy, there's no way I could see my life without that crazy, reckless, sweet, charming brute.
"He had a late show last night, probably passed out still." I shrug. "I'm fixing to go over to his place after this and wake him up." I laugh.
"Well, you have fun today." Johnny smiles, "Make it worth it." He adds.
"See you later." I tell him, pushing the back door open and hopping up into my Chevy truck. Jon's apartment was only about a ten minute drive from here and in no time I'm shoving my key into his door lock. It was only a few months ago that we'd agreed to exchange keys, which was a huge step for him. The apartment was dark when I push the door open, but I could hear his soft snoring from the bedroom. I grin and make my way towards him, crawling up the length of the bed and snuggling myself against him.
"Mmmm..." He groans, his arm snaking around my waist. "What time is it sweet pea?" He murmurs, not even opening an eye.
"It's about 10:30." I say to him, pressing my lips lightly against his chin.
"There's a black box behind you on the nightstand." He states, opening an eye. I reach blindly behind me on the nightstand, a few seconds later my fingers finally find the box and I bring it between us. It wasn't wrapped but it had a cute little red bow on it. "Open it." He instructs. I pull the top off of the box, inside was a silver puzzle piece necklace. Jon pulls out a necklace that was around his own neck, also a puzzle piece only his was black and fit exact with my own.
"We fit perfect." I grin, kissing him.
"Happy birthday sweet pea." He smiles. "You thought I'd forget huh?" He asks, pushing himself up off the bed.
"Of course not." I chuckle and he raises his eyebrows at me.
"I'm going to hop in the shower then you're fuckin' stuck with me all day, we've got plans." He informs me, pulling a towel out of the closet. He strips off his boxers and tosses them in my face before turning and walking towards the bathroom.
"Dick." I mutter, pulling them off my shoulder and throwing them in the hamper by the bed.
"You want some? I hear birthday sex is the best kind." He grins, wagging his eye brows at me and glancing down at his junk, which was standing at attention. "Plus, look how happy I am to see you?" He adds.
"I think you're confusing it with make up sex." I inform him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Well, until we have to have make up sex... That would make birthday sex the best kind." He tells me in a very matter of fact tone of voice. "I seem to remember us getting pretty fucking out of control on my birthday." He chuckles.
Jon and I had gotten pretty wild on his birthday. Shit faced hammered. All I remember from that night was having sex with him on the hood of his Blazer parked by the river, jumping off the bridge in my bra and panties and getting arrested. Yes, we were both arrested for being intoxicated in public and held for 24 hours. Ridiculous junk if you ask me.
"Come on." He finally growls, grabbing my by the arm and pulling me into the bathroom, shutting and pinning me against the door. He wastes no time undressing me, making sure to give my body the attention it needs between articles of clothing until I was standing there stark naked… Well besides the necklace anyway. "Go turn the water on, yeah?" He says gruffly, motioning to the shower. So I walk over to the shower and swivel the 'hot' knob, trying to get the perfect temperature before stepping inside.
"Jon…" I murmur, dragging my wet fingers through his hair when he stepped in. I ran my fingers over a fresh cut that was just above his eye, probably the result from his match last night with Nelson.
"How do you want it sweet pea?" He smiles, "Whatever you want." He adds.
"Slow and deliberate." I tell him, pressing my lips to his chest. This was different, usually we liked it fun and sometimes rough. We put a hole in my bedroom wall once. He doesn't say anything, just cups my face with both hands and pulls me in to kiss him. Exactly what I asked for, the kiss was slow, sensual and deliberate as he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth. I melted like butter against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself skin to skin against him.
"Perfect fit." He murmurs against my neck. "You saved me ya know." He says, pulling back a few inches and leaning his forehead against my own.
"Tell me." I say softly.
"I can't…" He replies, almost painfully.
"Why can't you tell me about your past? I think we've been together long enough that you can talk to me." I tell him, a little annoyed.
"Annabelle…" He sighs.
"Talk to me." I say again.
"My dad was a drunk and my mother was a whore." He states, "Is that what you want to hear?" He asks me, turning his back to me. I sigh and run my fingers up his back, massaging his shoulders slightly. "I didn't have a great childhood like you did, my parents didn't care the way yours do." He says softly, "You're mother loves you, she calls every week and she texts you constantly. I haven't heard from mine in years, I don't have a family Annabelle." He mutters, disappointment in his tone.
"Yes you do." I argue, making him turn around. The expression on his face made my heart about crumble, "You're part of my family."
"Your parents don't even know me." He sighs.
"You don't have to know them to be part of my family. Plus, you've talked to both of them on the phone, and you know what?" I ask him, dragging my fingers over his skin. "When you do meet them in person they're going to fucking love your ass." I smile.
"Can I tell you something…. And you promise not to leave?" He asks.
"Anything." I say. "Not much you can do to scare me off now, I've seen you beat a man half to death with a baseball bat." I chuckle.
"I love you." He says softly, refusing me to meet my eyes.
Thank god!
"I love you more." I grin. He smiles and wraps his arms around me, lifting me a foot off the shower floor, enough for me to wrap my legs around his waist. "I didn't want to say it first, figured you run."
"Never." He replies. "And the baseball bat thing… I could've been worse." He smirks.
"How old were you when you left home?" I ask curiously. Since he was in the mood for sharing I figured I'd ask what I could while I could.
"You're gonna drill me, in the shower?" He laughs.
"Please…." I murmur.
"When I was 16." He sighs, "I was homeless for 2 years." He adds.
"My poor sweet boyfriend." I tease him.
"First I found wrestling and my fucking life became bearable, then I found you and it gave me a reason to fucking live." He states.
"Your life wasn't that bad." I say softly. I wasn't even able to imagine how he grew up.
"You don't know what it's like to live with nothing." He states seriously, pushing a few strands of loose hair from my face and behind my ear.
"Well it doesn't matter anymore, you have me." I smile. "Finish showering." I add, moving to step out of the shower.
"What about slow and deliberate?" He questions, putting one of my fingers in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
"We'll have slow deliberate sex later." I assure him. I was definitely not in the mood now.
"You sure you're not taking off on me?" He questions.
"I'm sure." I chuckle. "Hurry up, I want to know what my surprise is." I grin.
"Alright." He murmurs. I slip out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself, going back into the bedroom to change back into my clothes. I was propped in bed against the headboard when he finally reemerged from the shower. Jon smelled the best after a shower, that body wash he uses just does it for me. "Alright sweet pea, lets go." He grins, "We'll take your truck."
He drove us the hour to get to the beach side of New Jersey, parking us at the state fair. "We've never done the fair before." He smiles, sliding out of the truck. "You better not be scared of any rides." He accuses me.
"Please, I haven't met a fair ride I haven't loved." I tell him, "I'm excited!" I grin, lacing our fingers as we walked towards the entrance. "Did you have to beg for the night off?" I ask him, knowing there was a show tonight.
"Nah, Nick likes you well enough." He shrugs, "I told him it was your birthday and I wanted to spend it with you, he didn't have a problem putting someone else in my spot tonight."
"You're losing money though…" I say, feeling a little bad.
"You're worth it." He tells me, kissing the back of my hand. "Yeah, two of us." He tells the lady behind the counter handing her a $20. She stamps the back of our hands and we walk in, stopping at the walk way to look around. "Where to birthday girl?" He asks.
"Lets do the roller coaster first." I say, pulling him along to the right. "Are you going to get sick if we eat?" I ask him.
"Nope. Strong stomach." He chuckles.
"Well I will, so we have to eat last." I inform him.
"I'm taking you out to eat tonight." He says. "Was Kelly mad that I stole you for the day?" He asks curiously while we wait in line.
"Nah, she's happy that I'm happy." I tell him, "We're going to go out one of these nights and get hammered." I laugh.
"Oh… Great." He murmurs. He knew how I could get when I was drunk. Reckless and stupid were only a couple words that could describe me, but who was he to talk? He was the same way just add the words aggressive and nasty.
"You can come with, keep me out of trouble." I wink, "Because we're so good at staying out of trouble with a few shots in us." I laughs.
"Hey, you start it." He accuses me, "I finish it." He adds, throwing an arm around my shoulder.
"I don't beat people up when I'm drunk." I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"He was staring at your tits and tried to cop a feel when he walked by." He shoots at me, "I was only protecting what belongs to me." He states.
"I think you could've done without busting a beer bottle over his head." I smirk, making the people in front of us glance back nervous. We both notice and let out a small laugh when they take a few hurried steps forward.
"You're scaring everyone in line, quiet now." He chuckles, tickling my side.
"I'm scaring people? Please all they gotta do is look at your mug!" I tease him, poking his rib cage. That was Jon's only weak spot, he was ticklish in his ribs and no where else. It makes him jump at least a foot in the air, every time.
"Stop that." He warns, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into him. "Wanna get dirty in line?" He whispers in my ear, biting down on my ear lobe and making me moan softly. "Oooh, you do don't ya." He chuckles. "Dirty slut." He teases.
"Jesus Jon, don't do that." I sigh.
"Shoulda got ya some in the shower huh?" He throws at me, running his fingers up the inside of my thigh and giving my crotch a tease.
"You're such an asshole." I grin.
"You love it." He chuckles.
"Mmmhmmm." I agree.
"Say it." He tells me, tangling his fingers in my hair and grabbing a fistful.
"I love it." I groan, grabbing his wrist.
"You should treat your girlfriend better." The old woman in front of us states, looking back at us with a disapproving glower.
"Yeah, you should treat me better." I tease him, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Keep sticking that thing at me and I'm fixin to cut it off." He threatens.
"Lies." I challenge him as we slid into the seats of the roller coaster. The safety bar comes down over our heads, which only meant one thing… This coaster went upside down, my favorite kind.
"You need to hold my hand sunshine?" He taunts me.
"Please, you sure you don't need mine?" I shoot back. "When you get accepted into FCW we're going to have to go to Universal Studios and ride the roller coasters there." I smile.
"If I ever get in." He tells me.
"You're great on the mic and your awesome in the ring, they'd be ridiculously stupid not to hire you." I tell him, "How many great wrestlers today started out in the indies?" I say to him. "CM Punk for starters."
"You'd come to Florida with me?" He asks.
"You couldn't leave me behind if you tried." I laugh.
"I wouldn't try." He tells me. "Come on, my turn to pick." He tells me, pulling me to the exhibit hall area. "I remember you've said something about barrel racing, they're doing that here."
"Jeez! I should have brought TJ!" I exclaim, "We'd have won." I tell him.
"He is fast." He agrees.
"We can run the barrels in 14 seconds flat." I inform him.
"I've seen it." He smiles, a smile that begged me to shut up about my horses. "Now sit and we'll watch for a while." He instructs, pushing me down on the bench. There was already a girl in there running them on a big grey horse, her time was 16.2 not to shabby at all.
"That wasn't bad." I murmur, "Pretty horse." I add.
"I'm not sure how long I can sit through this." He admits. Jon could sit and watch me ride for hours, but ask him to watch anyone else ride and he wouldn't have any of it.
"We don't have to stay, we could go do something else." I tell him, "They have that ride you like so much, the hum, space shuttle one that flattens you out on the inside while it's spinning at ridiculous speeds?"
"That sounds fun." He admits, "It's next to the spinning apples that you like."
"See? Something we both enjoy, let's go than." I say grabbing his arm and dragging him back out of the arena. "So… my turn, can I ask you something and you promise not to run?"
"Anything." He nods.
"Do you want to come home with me for Christmas?" I ask him. He looks at me, clearly uncomfortable. "My parents will love you, there won't be any drama." I assure him, "Plus it was my mom that actually had the idea to invite you."
"She did?" He questions, raising an eyebrow.
"Yep, come on... You know I'm not about to let you spend Christmas by yourself, let alone without me." I say, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Yeah, I'll go." He mumbles.
"Oh my god, you've got no idea how happy you're going to make my mother. She's been begging me to bring you home." I chuckle.
"What do you want for dinner sweet pea?" He asks once we were on our way back to the car. We'd spent somewhere around 6 hours in the fair and successfully gotten me sick twice. Yes, sick. I threw up on the side of the rides, while Jon held my hair and tried his best not to laugh. "Was it fun?"
"It was great." I grin at him. "I don't care honestly, lets just drive and pick a place."
"Thought you'd want Indian or something." He shrugs.
"Oh my god, I haven't had Indian in forever. You're right, I want Indian." I smile at him. "That's why I keep you around." I wink, pulling myself up into the passenger seat of my truck. That was a big step for me. Letting Jon drive my prized Chevy truck. No one, and I mean no one ever drove my truck. Kelly was so furious the day that happened, even Kelly hasn't been allowed to drive it.
"There's one close to the beach." He states, "Not like it's prime fuckin' beach weather but that's the only place I know of." He shrugs.
"You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that?" I say, taking his hand and fiddling with his fingers.