Chapter 4
"I can't believe I let you drag me here!" Jetta grumbled as she shook her head at her best friend, sighing heavily, knowing her second cousin ran this show.
It was the WWE -World Wrestling Entertainment- and she didn't see eye to eye with her second cousin's husband too often. Though, her aunt had sent her the tickets since they were in her hometown of Los Angeles. Of course, she had to accept them, not able to turn Linda down for anything in the world. She was a sweet woman, though she'd been lucky catching Jetta at home. Usually, she was traveling, though lately, she hadn't felt like it. She was in a funk and needed to get out of it.
"Oh shut the hell up and just enjoy yourself!" Cayla snapped, though there wasn't any real anger in her tone. She shoved people out of their way, leading the charge to their front row seats. "C'mon, wrestling is great. A bunch of half naked, sweaty guys rolling around with other guys...Mmm, heaven on earth." She nudged Jetta in the ribs, frowning. "What's your damage, woman?"
"I don't know, I'm just...I don't what's wrong with me lately." She sighed, not able to explain it even if she tried. She'd gotten a haircut, though her hair still went to the middle of her back. It had been to her waist, but that had gotten to be too much to handle. "I just...I need something exciting to happen." She sat down in her seat and rolled her eyes when Cayla -who she met at a motorcycle rally in LA, instantly hitting it off as friends- gestured toward the ring. "I KNOW we're here, but I'm not a big fan, especially since my family owns it."
"Oh who gives a fuck who owns it, have you SEEN some of these boys?" Cayla asked, licking her lips lewdly, and rolled her eyes when Jetta shook her head with a shrug. "Girl, let me tell you, your engine is about to start revving again, trust me. Some of these boys are HOT." She began fanning herself, acting like a total ditz, trying to get Jetta to at least crack a grin. "You're in a slump, nothing some good old fashioned dick won't solve."
"Maybe you're right..."
Though, honestly, Jetta hadn't even TOUCHED another man, much less thought of one, since her romp a year ago at Sturgis with Mark. She hadn't even felt like going back. That was stupid and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. She had the best fuck of her life and then disappeared, not wanting to wake up to that awkward 'see ya later' moment. That's not how Jetta worked. Though Mark had been the best sex she ever had and it was depressing how she couldn't find that connection with anyone else. Her eyes narrowed when the lights went out, knowing the show was beginning.
"Here we go!" Cayla shrieked excitedly, jumping up and down, and groaned when Jetta literally yanked her down into her seat. "Party pooper." She grunted, draping her arms along the guard rail. "I swear if you aren't at least excited by the end of this, we're going to Chippendales or something. You WILL get laid or you WILL get drunk and be happy about it."
Jetta rolled her eyes as she reluctantly stood up with her friend. She had admit, some of these men were built, though none of them completely satisfied her. She sighed, this was ridiculous! Why was she pining over a man she would never see again? It was ludicrous! He had ruined her for all other potential fucks! If she could see him again, Jetta would probably slap him then fuck him silly to get rid of the burning urge she'd had within her for a year. When the lights went out and bells began to toll throughout the arena, Jetta suddenly felt a jolt shoot down her spine.
"This is the Undertaker and he is so FUCKABLE!" Cayla was on her feet now, waiting expectantly, and pulled Jetta up as well. "Oh my god...wait until you see him, we'll get a nice view since we're RIGHT here!" She was biting her fingertips to keep from screaming, watching with wide eyes.
He didn't even pay attention to any of the screaming fans, his eyes locked on the ring as he climbed the stairs.
"I am in LUST!" Cayla sighed, faking a swoon as the Undertaker removed his trench coat and hat. "Isn't he GORGEOUS?"
Staring back at him, Jetta tilted her head and ignored Cayla's screaming, nodding at her to shut her up. Though when he removed that hat, Jetta suddenly couldn't breathe. She actually gripped Cayla's arm, all the color draining from her face. It was him! It was Mark from Sturgis! What the hell? He WORKED for her family? Jetta felt the breath leave her body and she never took her eyes off of him, her heart hammering in her chest, seeing the tattoos on his arms.
"Oh my god..." She whispered in disbelief, covering her mouth with her hand.
"I know, I told you he was fuckable!" Cayla said, not even noticing her friend was slowly cutting off circulation to her arm, all her attention focused on the man in the ring. "Oh, here's his opponent. Eww...Finlay, yuck."
Green eyes narrowed into acid slits, watching his opponent climb into the ring.
"Oh, oh! Watch these punches he throws!"
Jetta couldn't focus on the match and released Cayla's arm, her hands gripping the barricade now, trying to get her mind to wrap around this. She never did ask Mark what he did for a living. Did he know who she was and fucked her anyway? The thought made her blood boil as Jetta tried to keep her anger simmered. Maybe he wouldn't recognize her. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, much like a lot of females in the audience. Yeah, he wouldn't recognize her. She seen Cayla was cheering like a mad woman and swallowed hard, raking a hand through her hair.
It wasn't too long before he had won, as scripted, and covered Finlay. He kneeled in the center of the ring; tongue out with his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"Can you IMAGINE what that tongue would feel like?"
Standing up, he looked around; knowing cameras were off of him, sliding out of the ring. He heard a woman shouting at him, some very suggestive things, and automatically turned towards her. His eyes locked with cerulean blue orbs, eyes he remembered very, very well.
Jetta couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move, her heart pounding a furious tattoo in her chest while Cayla was screaming at her that the Undertaker was staring at her. She didn't know an Undertaker. She knew a Mark from Sturgis, hell she hadn't even caught his last name. Her mouth suddenly became dry as a desert and she needed water, something to quench the thirst. She knew all too well what that tongue felt like up close and personal, causing a shiver to course through her. She reluctantly pulled away from his gaze and watched as he went up the ramp, sitting down in her chair, swallowing hard.
"Oh my god, he was STARING at you, you lucky bitch!" Cayla sounded both elated and annoyed.
She was here. Jetta was HERE. What were the fucking odds?
As soon as Mark got backstage, he pulled one of the security guards to the side, whispering in his ear, "I want her back here. I don't care how it happens." He said firmly, giving a physical description of her. "She had a woman with her, you best not miss her."
Though when security went to come get her after the show was over with, Jetta and her friend were nowhere to be found. They were currently walking down the hallways of the backstage area, each with passes around their necks, Linda giving them the tour so to speak. "Linda, this really isn't necessary..." Jetta said weakly, needing to get OUT of there, but Cayla wasn't letting her budge.
"Sweetheart, we hardly get to see you! Now please, for once, do this for me, okay?"
Jetta grumbled.
"Cheer up, Jetta, this is awesome." Cayla whispered her eyes about to pop out of their sockets.
"Oh Mark, come meet my cousin!" Linda called, smiling as the locker room leader stepped out of his dressing room, fresh from a shower. "You simply must meet Mark, he's-"
"A giant pain in your ass, I know." Mark laughed, turning around, and froze. "Well hello, Jetta."
Her mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing was coming out.
"D-Do you know each other?" Linda looked confused, she'd never brought Jetta backstage to one of the wrestling events before.
"Sorta, well...yes. In a way, yes. We um...we met about a year ago and...OW!"
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME!" Cayla shrieked, slapping Jetta again, and watched as the woman dodged. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"I didn't KNOW he worked for my family! I met him at Sturgis and-"
Cayla's eyes widened. "He's the one?" She whispered, covering her mouth with her hand, blinking.
Jetta was toast and she knew it when those green eyes locked on her.
"Jetta and I met at a convention of sorts, Linda." Mark said smoothly, stepping forward, and took Jetta's hand. "Of course, she disappeared so fast I didn't get to say goodbye." He said softly, his eyes for her and her alone.
Cayla shook her head, shooting Linda a 'don't ask' look.
Linda cleared her throat awkwardly.
"Okay...there's a lot of sexual tension going on. I think I need some fresh air."
"Me too, dear, let me show you the way out."
They were NOT leaving her here with him alone, were they? Jetta groaned inwardly, though his hand was as warm as she remembered piercing her. She sighed and slowly looked up into his eyes, those smoldering green orbs she'd dreamt about for the past year. What was she supposed to say to him after all this time, after she left him sleeping after their night of passion?
"Hello again Mark." She finally said, her heart racing, still not believing this was happening. Having no idea that he worked for her family, Jetta felt like an idiot for not asking him at Sturgis what he did for a living. Then again, it really was none of her business.
Mark's green eyes were raking her in. For the most part, she looked the same; a year had made little difference, though he did notice her hair was shorter. "Unexpected pleasure, finding you here." He said finally, nodding when one of his co-workers walked by, noting their eyes straying to the woman in front of him. He made a mental note later to remind others that staring wasn't polite. "You're Linda's cousin..." How interesting.
"Second cousin, actually." She corrected, slowly sliding her hand out of his, and ran a hand through her hair. "Before you say anything, I didn't know who you were. I don't watch wrestling due to the fact that my family owns the company. It's never really...appealed to me and I haven't seen them in five years, until now."
Being a traveler by heart, Jetta rarely kept in contact with them. Linda had lucked out when she sent the tickets, when Jetta was at home, which was rare. Though for the past year, ever since Sturgis, Jetta had stayed home, working tiny jobs all around even though she was more than well off thanks to her deceased parents.
A slow eyebrow rose at her and the amusement on his face was clearly visible. "I wasn't going to say anything, it's not really my business, is it?" His low baritone was quiet, only for her to hear. Mark was more than aware people would be curious about her, drama he didn't need. "I didn't want you knowing who I was." He also admitted an almost bitter edge to his tone. Women generally flocked to him because of who he was. Jetta had been a cool, fresh breeze in a desert filled with a lot of vultures.
Judging by the way he carried himself, Jetta had a pretty good idea why he didn't want her knowing he was the Undertaker, nodding. "It was sex, Mark. Just a man and a woman pleasuring each other until the sun came up. Keeping each other company." Jetta was sounding nonchalant about it and smiled at him. "I should really get going, but it was nice seeing you again."
She needed to get home and take an ice cold shower, knowing he could help her in more ways than one, but she refused to ask something like that. She didn't miss the way he was looking up and down her body, with her pale blue and black corset top and black leather pants with her black boots. She still couldn't get over he was standing right before her.
"It was." The barest hint of a smile graced his sensual lips, green eyes boring into hers. "Very nice." He reached out for her hand again, raising it to his mouth and kissed the back of it, his eyes never leaving hers. What a night that had been, but if she wasn't up for a repeat performance...well, that was her loss. Though if she wasn't aware of the open invitation in his blatant stare then the woman was daft. Beautiful, but daft.
He made her breathless, the only man who could do it, and Jetta was finding herself in a green, hypnotic trance. The look in his eyes was desire and need, causing her heart rate to quicken even more. He wanted her, she could feel it down to the depths of her soul, and she wanted him just as badly. Her body was screaming at her and Jetta was finding her hand now caressing his face, blue eyes darkening at the memory of their night together at Sturgis. It was the most spectacular sexual experience she ever had in her life, one of the reasons why Jetta hadn't had a one night stand since then.
That was all the invitation he needed to pull Jetta against him, her body fitting into his perfectly. Her soft curves pressing into him nearly drove him insane. Granted, it had been a one night stand a year ago, but...what a night. "Stay the night with me." He whispered, feathering his lips against hers, feeling her lips parting slightly.
She could only nod, shivering at the mere touch of his lips against hers. How could she pass up an offer like that? There was no way she could, especially with her body forcing her into submission.
"Mark..." She breathed his name and moaned as he passionately kissed her, the sexual energy between them off the charts. It was like a volcano was threatening to erupt as her arms wrapped around his neck, burying her fingers in his silk black tresses, pressing herself against him fully. "I want you to fuck me again." She murmured against his lips to where he could only hear her, remembering the last time she had said that, and inwardly smirked.
"All night long, darlin', all night long." He promised with a wicked grin, taking her hand and threading his fingers with hers, squeezing for a moment. "Do you need to go find Linda and let her know you're taking off?" He asked, wondering just how Linda had managed to keep her beautiful cousin under wraps. Then again, Jetta had said she hadn't seen her family in five years.
"No, I can pretty much guarantee she's already put two and two together." It wasn't that hard to figure out and Linda was a very smart woman. "Besides, I'm having lunch with her and Vince tomorrow." Jetta and Vince never saw eye to eye so she wasn't looking forward to that. Though right now, all she cared about was being in this man's arms again and feeling him inside of her. The thought made her shiver as she squeezed his hand in return, that old spark returning. She wanted something exciting to happen and damned if this wasn't fulfilling that wish. "Lead the way." She smiled as Mark guided her down the hallway, knowing he probably had to grab his things before they left.