A/N: Hope everyone had an awesome holiday :) Ok so let me clarify a few things if anyone else is confused. This is obviously pre WWE. I don't think Colby or Joe were either in CZW but in my story they are and they're not the shield yet, just friends at this point and they'll form the shield later in the story.. From a previous chapter beachside would be New Jersey (that was a geographical error on my part, sorry). Enjoy and review, review, review!
"I'll send word to the back that he's been signed out, go ahead and take a seat it'll probably be a few minutes." The lady behind the glass tells me with a warm smile.
"Thanks." I say to her, grabbing my purse and walking into the waiting room of the county jail. With a sigh I fall down in one of the chairs. A few minutes. The lady behind the counter said maybe a few minutes, well I call bullshit because I've now been sitting here for nearly an hour. Finally he emerges from the doors, he notices me sitting there and the mood almost visibly changes.
"How'd you know I was here?" He asks quietly when I stand up and sling my purse over my shoulder.
"The cop that brought you in last night is a friend." I tell him, pulling my car keys from my purse. "Do you have everything?" I ask him.
"Yeah." He murmurs. He still hadn't made eye contact with me. He follows me outside and climbs up into my truck.
"Where do you want me to take you?" I ask him.
"You're really going to pretend nothing happened?" He questions sadly.
"What do you want me to say Jon?" I ask, looking over at him.
"Are we alright?" He asks softly.
"No, we are not alright." I state.
"You're leaving me?" He asks in a almost scared tone, he looked worried and I know it makes me sound horrible but I'm glad that he was terrified right now.
"No Jon, I'm not fucking leaving you. Why would you think that?" I almost scoff. "We need to talk about last night though, it was not ok at all. So are you coming home with me or do you want to go to your apartment?" I ask him.
"I just want to stay with you." He murmurs. I don't respond, only put the truck in drive and head towards home. Kelly and Colby were out shopping so it'd just be Jon and I. "You're making me nervous."
"You should be nervous. I should have let you boil in jail for a while." I mutter. This time he doesn't reply and we're silent the rest of the drive back home. He stands awkwardly in the kitchen while I rummage around for something to eat for lunch.
"Annabelle...?" He asks. That's how I knew he was feeling anxious, Jon rarely ever uses my first name.
"Why did you act like that?" I ask, point blank and slamming the cupboard shut. He stands there a moment, unsure of what to say, but sooner or later Jon was going to have to learn how to communicate with me instead of just getting upset. "What Jon? Fucking speak already." I sigh, flustered.
"Because I was jealous! Alright, I was fucking jealous." He replies, his voice going up a few octaves. "You were so excited to see him and I was fucking jealous. It has nothing to do with him being gay I just felt... Left out." He shrugs.
"God you're such a fucking asshole." I mutter, throwing together a couple turkey sandwiches.
"I'm sorry." He says softly. It was hard to stay mad at him when it was totally obvious that he felt like shit about it.
"You know what? It's not me you need to apologize to." I tell him, shoving lunch in front of him. "You need to tell Nate that."
"I'll tell him." He assures me. His eyes retreat down to the counter and he pops a few potato chips into his mouth. "You're still pissed at me." He states.
"I'm mad, yes." I admit. "The first friend I've introduced you to and you acted like a fool." I say to him disappointed. "Not only that but I had to kick you out of the bar. You can't just act like a jerk when you feel threatened. I'm scared to take you home now."
"I'm not gonna act like that around your mom and dad." He tells me.
"How do I know that?" I ask, putting a hand on my hip.
"You don't..." He sighs.
"Exactly."
"So you're gonna leave me here." He comments, mentally kicking himself for being such a douche bag.
"I'm not leaving you here." I tell him. "But you will apologize to Nate tonight when we go out and buy his drinks all fucking night."
"All night." He nods, walking around the kitchen island and running his fingers along my hip. "I'm sorry I called you a bitch." He adds, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"You dick! You did call me a bitch didn't you?!" I exclaim, remembering that little detail. "That was a real jerk move." I tell him, punching his arm, hard.
"Ouch!" He chuckles, which only makes me repeat the assault. "Stop that." He laughs, taking both my wrists in his hands. I struggle against him for a minute before going limp and giving up, melting my body against his. "I love you." He murmurs, wrapping his arms around my upper body. My arms slide up his chest and circle around his neck as I lean up on my tip toes to kiss him. "Where's Colb and Kelly?" He asks when we break apart.
"Gone for the day." I answer, trying to hide my smirk. He doesn't respond, but grabs just under my butt cheeks and hoists me up onto the island which brings us at about eye level. Jon's teeth nipped at my lower lip while my fingers pulled his shirt up and over his head, our mouths only leaving each other for a split second. "Jooonnn..." I groan when his fingers slipped under my short jean skirt and into my panties.
"Always ready for me." He grins, pulling one last kiss from my lips before moving down my neck and over my collar bone. I gasp when he bites the skin of my collar bone, harder than usual but it only makes me push my body against him more. He stops and takes a minute to pull my shirt up over my head and unclasp my bra, dragging it down my shoulders. His free hand takes one of my breasts and massages it, gently tweaking the nipple until it peaks. I throw my head back and moan softly as he rolls his palm over the peak. "Come here sweet pea." He says gruffly, picking me up off the counter and setting me down on a lower stool. I didn't wast any time reaching out and pulling on his belt before I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his legs.
"What's with the fucking belt?" I playfully scold him, taking his length in my hand. I stroke him slowly at first before finding a steady rhythm and biting his chest. After a couple minutes he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me away from him.
"Lay back." He instructs, watching as I sprawl across two of the kitchen stools. For the record I had no intentions of telling Kelly Jon and we had sex on the kitchen stools, I'd never hear the end of that one. His fingers deliberately drag down my shoulders, over my breasts that he palms for a moment and proceeds down my stomach. "I think we'll leave that on..." He murmurs, slipping his hands under my skirt and pulling the thong I was wearing down my legs. I couldn't help but grin when he dropped down on his knees between my legs. A second later my fingers were pulling at his hair as his tongue rolled over my clit teasingly.
"God, Jon..." I moan, wrapping my legs around his neck and grinding my hips against him. He lapped my folds for a moment before viciously circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, making me cry out his name again. He pulls away, dragging light kisses across the inside of my thigh before standing up and hovering over me. I bite my bottom lip and reach between my legs, grabbing his length and guiding him to my entrance. My legs spread to the maximum limit as he sinks into me, laying his body over my own and resting his elbows on either side of my head on the chair. He withdrew nearly all the way before thrusting back in at a horribly slow pace.
"Tell me what you want." He says huskily, pressing his sweaty forehead to my own and looking into my green eyes. "Tell me sweet pea." He says again, snapping his hips into me and making me gasp. My fingers were dug into his shoulders like a tick and he growled, dipping his head in the crook of my neck.
"Jon... Harder." I begged him, wiggling my hips in an attempt to create the sweet friction I needed right now. He gives me what I want and thrusts into me at a brutal pace, pushing himself from the kitchen stool to a standing position. I feel his fingers dig into my love handles, pulling me to meet his every pump. "Mmmmmm... Jon!" I cry out, arching my back off the stool as my orgasm hits me. My body convulses under his touch and I can feel my walls contracting around his dick as he continued to push my body to its limit. It's only a few more minutes before he growls himself, cumming hard and grabbing the stool for support.
"Fuckin' A, I got no where to go." He grumbles with a small smile, leaning an elbow onto the counter. "God you're amazing, every fuckin' time." He shakes his head.
"If Kelly ever finds out we had sex on her good kitchen stools, she'll be ranging mad." I laugh, sitting up and resting my hands on his hips and my forehead against his chest.
"So we shouldn't tell her?" He teases.
"Not unless you want the wrath of Kelly until we leave." I chuckle.
**Later that night**
"Hey man, listen. I'm sorry I was such an asshole yesterday." Jon tells Nate as we were standing by the bar. "Let me buy ya a drink, yeah?" He offers.
"Don't worry about it Jon, I've dealt with worst." Nate laughs. That was one thing I loved about Nate, he never really got mad about anything and usually let the majority of things just roll off his back.
"Still it was a jerk move." Jon tells him, handing him a beer as a peace offering.
"I see you two made up." Kelly says in my ear. We'd been sitting at a table watching the events at the bar unfold a few yards away. I smile and shrug my shoulders like 'no big deal' as the guys come back to the table.
"Oh my god! We have to dance!" I exclaim at Kelly and Nate when Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines" starts to play on the speakers.
"Hell fuckin' yeah!" Nate agrees, dragging both of us to the dance floor.
"I love this song!" I shout to both of them, swaying my hips to the beat of the song. Every once and a while I'd dip down to the floor and bring my ass up slow, grinding right up against Nate. It was a nice change of pace to look up and see Jon and Colby grinning like idiots from the table, obviously amused by our antics. Kelly comes and wraps her arms around my neck, syncing our hips together as we made a slow circle.
"We can never dance enough." Nate laughs when the songs ends and we retreat back to the table. Jon grabs my wrist and pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"God you're fuckin' sexy." He groans.
"Hey when you leaving?" Nate asks curiously.
"Day after tomorrow." I tell him, "When will you be back?" I ask, running my fingers through Jon's hair and along the lines of his neck. I laugh when I feel his body shudder under my touch.
"We're leaving tomorrow. So we'll have to have a Club David's date sometime when you're home." He states in his matter of fact tone before topping it off with that high pitched laugh.
"Might have to hit Willy's saloon too." I add, nodding my head in agreement. "We'll have plenty of time to get buck ass wild." I tell him. Jon laughs and shakes his head behind me.
"Has anyone heard from Joe?" Kelly asks suddenly.
"I invited him along tonight, but I never got a reply." I say to her.
"I dunno... He was seeing that girl that brutally dumped him last week and I think they're talking again." Colby states, "He's probably with her, but I haven't texted him today."
"He deserves a nice girl, he's such a sweet heart." Kelly sighs, sucking down the rest of her drink. She's on about her fifth drink and if we put any more booze into her at this point she's going to start getting ridiculously emotional. Not to mention we were about to shut down the bar since they shouted last call almost a half hour ago.
"I had so much fun tonight." Nate grins, wrapping his arms around me.
"Really you should just move to Philly so we can have this much fun every weekend." I laugh.
"If money would allow girl." He chuckles. "That one there..." He says eyeing Jon, who was waiting very nicely at the truck. "He's a keeper. Might be a jackass, but you're his whole world. I can see it when he looks at you."
"Thanks." I smile, hugging him one more time. "Alright, David's soon. I'll text you when I get home, maybe we'll have lunch or dinner before that." I say, taking a few steps backwards to my truck.
"He ain't a bad guy." Jon shrugs when we were back in the truck. "Pretty cool." He adds, "Where are we headed?"
"Your apartment." I tell him. "Because I'm betting you haven't finished packing." I smirk, shooting him a sideways glance.
"Ya know me too well sweet pea." He chuckles, leaning back in my seat as I drove.
A/N: Again I'm thankful for those of you fav/following this story and even more thankful to those of you who take time to review. That's what makes the chapters come faster! :)