Chapter 5
Mark did, making a quick stop to slip into his dressing room to grab his bag before leading her down the hallway again. When they neared the exit, he wrapped an arm around Jetta's slender waist, pulling her into him, his eyes taking in the crowd trying to get out.
"Mark, we on for pool tonight? Wow, who is this?" Glen shouldered his way through some of the Divas, tossing back apologies.
"No and none of your business."
"Now Mark, don't be rude." Jetta chastised playfully before turning around, staring back at the man who was almost as tall as him, extending her hand. "Jetta, and you are?"
Glen grinned, taking her small hand in his, shaking it gently. "Glen Jacobs. Though most people know me as Kane." He chuckled when she arched an eyebrow. "You're not a wrestling fan I take it?"
"Um no, definitely not. I came here with a friend of mine." If Jetta could help it, she wasn't going to reveal to this strange man her connection to the McMahon family.
"So how do you know-"
"Would you like to see her medical records, do a background check, and then maybe drag her into a room for questioning?" Mark interrupted with an easy laugh, shaking his head. "Glen, you have to be the most nosy son of a bitch I've ever known."
"Well I have to make sure she's available don't I?"
"At the moment, no, she's not." His grip on her waist tightened just a little.
"No offense, honey, you're cute and all, but not my type." Jetta informed him smoothly, causing Glen's eyebrow to rise.
"So what IS your type then?"
"Tall, dark and handsome." She smirked, placing her hand over Mark's, his own feeling like it was searing through her pants. "Tattoos and motorcycles are a must as well." She then looked up at Mark, winking. "I'll meet you outside." Jetta slid against him before walking away, her honey blonde hair swaying with every step she took.
"Damn, she's a feisty one."
"You have no idea." Mark murmured, both men tilting their heads to watch her walk away.
"What're we looking at?" Paul demanded, standing beside them and cocked his head, arching an eyebrow. "Very nice, who has dibs?"
"Mine." Mark growled possessively.
"Besides, DEAR, you're happily married." Stephanie said from behind, folding her arms over her chest.
"Have fun with that, Trips. I got a lady to go pleasure." Mark slapped his friend on the back before following Jetta.
Glen started laughing as Stephanie dragged Paul off by the ear, shaking his head, and watched as Mark followed the beautiful blonde down the hallway. "Lucky." He grunted before turning and going in the opposite direction.
Jetta was spun around a few minutes later, having been standing outside, and stared up into those dark green eyes. "Everything squared away?" She asked, running her nail down his chest, a seductive smile crossing her lips. When he nodded, she pulled him down for a heated kiss and laughed as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders as her forehead pressed against his. "Mmm I do love this position."
"I got another one for you." He promised with an evil grin, carrying her over to his rental. His motorcycle was currently in the back of one of the trucks, just incase he got bored. But since he was flying tomorrow, no point in riding it. "But it'll have to wait." Mark set her down, letting her body slide against his. He sincerely hoped her friend would know Jetta wasn't coming back, he wasn't going to jail for kidnap, unless he could take her with him. Bars and Jetta, an interesting combination.
Jetta could hardly wait as she ran her nails over his shirt covered chest, the thin material not hiding the rippling of his muscles as she smirked wickedly, midnight blue eyes staring back at him with such hunger. She giggled when he growled before turning around and slid in the passenger seat, buckling up, and waited for him to get in the driver's side. She couldn't believe she was here with him, about to embark on another mind blowing sexual encounter, and shivered at the mere thought. Her fingers ran down his neck and smiled when he took it, their fingers lacing together as he kissed the top of her hand.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to romance me." She mused, eyes sparkling, and leaned back against her seat as he pulled out of the arena parking lot.
"Do I honestly need too?" It wasn't a question, more rhetorical than anything, but he shot her a quick grin. "Or would you prefer a little romancing, Jetta?"
Her name was a seductive caress rolling from his tongue, his green eyes darkening ever so slightly. When he wanted to be, he was a predator. When he saw something he wanted, he went after it and used all the skill and cunning he had to achieve getting what he wanted. He wanted her. Again. Undoubtedly more than just another one night stand, but she didn't need to know that yet.
"No, you don't." She giggled softly at his arched eyebrow and leaned over to press a kiss to his ear, smirking when he growled. "What I want..." She trailed off lingeringly, running her hand down his chest to his skintight black jeans, gripping his bulging erection through the material. "Is this." Her voice was a soft hiss as she nibbled on his lobe, moving to his neck, and moaned when she felt him harden even more at her touch. "Hurry up and get to wherever you're taking me." She stated, reluctantly pulling away from him so he could drive. There would be no sex if they were in a car accident after all.
There would be sex just not in the hotel bed like he originally planned because Jetta's hand on him had made the mildly bearable pain into an agonizing ache. Growling, he pulled off onto a side street, finally parking alongside an empty building, the dark surrounding them as he cut the engine, headlights fading. He slid his seat back all the way, then tilted it, reaching across to unbuckle her and pull her onto his lap, smirking as she tried righting herself.
"You're bossy." He grunted, pulling her head down for a searing kiss.
"Mmm would you want me any other way?" She retorted against his lips in a mumble, pressing herself against him, and knew he couldn't wait to have her. She couldn't wait either if she was being brutally honest. "Mark..." She whispered softly, beginning to roll her hips against his jean shaft, feeling it pulsate as her lips left his to trail down his jaw line and neck, her chest pressed against his. She couldn't get enough of this man, nibbling on his earlobe before exploring his strong neck. She could feel his pulse against her tongue as it quickened, a smile spreading on her face. "Last time you were in control..." Her mouth was by his ear now, hot breath beating down on it. "This time, it's my turn."
"Go for it." Mark replied wickedly, his hands rubbing up and down on her ribs.
It didn't help his impending explosion when she ground herself against him, the tight jeans holding his erection in place. Though the throbbing was beginning to kill him. Circulation wasn't getting to the place he needed it most and it was entirely because of this honey blonde haired, blue eyed vixen on him.
"Let's take care of this problem, shall we?" She purred, feeling him nod, and smirked against his skin as she reached her hand down to the jeans, unsnapping the button and slowly slid his zipper down.
Just the sound of it soaked her panties and she knew she would need another pair...or none if this night was any indication. Moaning, Jetta managed to slide her leather pants off, her desire overtaking every thought process, and straddled him again, his painful erection brushing against her as she whipped her head back. So long, it'd been so long for her as she kissed him passionately, quivering against him.
"Fuck me already, woman." Mark ordered gruffly, shifting so his jeans weren't digging into him, sighing in relief.
Much better. He was about to take her control from her and fuck her senseless. Growling at the mere thought, his hands automatically moved to grip her waist, thrusting his hips up so his throbbing cock brushed against her. Hearing the moan escape her made chills run down his spine.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Jetta ripped it in down the middle, seeing his green eyes widen, and smirked as she ran her hands up and down his smooth chest. "It's in my way." She whispered before kissing him again, wrapping her arm around his neck and pressed her hand over his racing heart, digging her nails into the soft flesh. Slowly, Jetta positioned herself over him before gradually lowering herself, feeling his cock penetrate her, her walls stretching to accommodate his massive size. "Holy shit I forgot how big you are." She whispered breathlessly, rocking her hips against him, and cried out when his hips snapped up to fully sheathe himself inside of her. "Oh Mark!" She cried out at the sheer feeling, the burning overtaking her as he completely lit her on fire.
Either she was just one of those rare, naturally tight women or she hadn't been with too many men since their last encounter. The second thought made Mark inwardly grin, cocky enough to admit he had probably ruined her for other men. Though she had ruined him as well. He wasn't satisfied with other women anymore, not that he'd ever confess it. One hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her down so their lips crashed together in a demanding kiss as he began thrusting into her, slowly at first just so she could somewhat adjust.
Jetta groaned against his lips, her head moving from side to side as she rolled her hips against him, meeting him thrust for powerful thrust, urging him to increase the pace. She liked a little pain or did he not remember? Raking her nails down his chest and removing the rest of the ripped material, Jetta began kissing down his neck to his Adam's apple, nibbling on it, before running her tongue down his chest, gripping his upper arms in her hands, finally not able to take this slow anymore. Whipping her head back, blonde hair flying, Jetta gripped the bar that was on the driver's side with her right hand while grabbing his broad shoulder with her left one, bouncing on and off of him.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck right there...oh make me cum, Mark! Make me cum!" She was begging, pleading, her entire body rigid and tense since it'd been a year since she last had sex. "Oh fuck me..."
He hated this car. It was a luxury vehicle, big enough to fit him somewhat comfortably, but not enough for what he really wanted, which was to pound her into oblivion. He stretched his long legs as much as he could, bracing his boots on the floorboard, slamming up to meet her. Sweat beaded on his forehead, muscles in his arms bulging as he pulled her down to meet him, hearing the smack of their bodies every time they met, the car rocking with them.
It didn't take long due to the simple fact her body was already sensitive at just the feeling of him inside of her. With a few more deep thrusts, every one of his brushing her sweet spot, Jetta finally shattered on top of him, screaming out his name and didn't care who heard her. "MARK!" Her juices flowed, drowning him in her sweet essence, her entire body going stiff as she kept rocking against him, perspiration coating her body. She knew he wasn't finished and kept going, running her hands down her body and up his chest, gripping his shoulders as she kissed him breathless. "Your turn. Cum for me." She ordered, pressing her forehead against his, grinding against him as hard as she possibly could, knowing they didn't have a lot of room in this enclosed car.
He loved a woman with a sharp tongue, not afraid to make demands. "Mine!" He growled against her lips, powering into her as hard as he could given the limited space they were dealing with. When he had felt her coming to pieces on him, he'd almost came right on the spot, more than surprised when he hadn't. Though now was a different story. "Jetta!" He roared, sinking himself into her as deep as he could, his seed splashing against her walls, claiming her once more.
"Mark!" She screamed out hoarsely again, a second orgasm rippling through her body, his explosion having caused her body to react instinctively.
Jetta tensed and went stiff before collapsing against him, her face buried in his neck, hands resting against his upper chest. Her heart felt like it would give out on her with how fast it was pounding, her breathing ragged, and she shuddered against him as the intense aftershocks flowed through her. His arms encircled her, pressing her against him more, and kissed the side of his neck before hugging him tightly around the neck. Jetta missed him so much, knowing this wasn't going to last past tonight, so she was milking every second for everything it was worth.
Mark buried his face in her throat, planting lazy kisses to the clammy skin, his own body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "You're more incredible than I remembered." He murmured huskily, his voice ragged from lack of air, though he was currently working on that. After several long minutes, when he could think without a haze swirling around his mind, he gently kissed her, shifting so she could free herself.
"So are you." She whispered, refusing to move at the moment, wanting to be as close against him as possible. Jetta had never felt like this before, felt this attachment, and knew Mark wasn't the type to be tied down. Hell, she wasn't either. But she would be lying if she didn't want to be tied down to him. His sexual nature matched hers. He caused her just enough pain to make it exquisite and the pleasure was out of this world. Jetta sighed in contentment, pushing those thoughts of saying goodbye again out of her mind, and pulled back to stare into his emerald gems before softly kissing his lips. "I'm not even close to being done with you tonight, but I want a bed." Smiling, she rubbed her nose against his. "Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to stay the night with you?"
"Of course I did, you disappear on me again and I'll hunt your little ass down." Mark threatened lazily, his green eyes narrowing slightly, meaning exactly what he said. "You're not leaving without a goodbye kiss at the very least." And probably a goodbye screw, maybe a couple of them. "But I'm with you on the bed. Off me woman." He arched his hips playfully.
She chuckled softly and nodded, kissing him again, sliding off of him into her own seat. She grabbed the leather pants he handed her, turning them inside out. "I'm sorry about running off on you." She said as soon as he situated himself, looking over at him as their eyes locked. "I just...I didn't want to go through the awkward goodbye talk." Not to mention if she woke up in his arms, Jetta knew she wouldn't have found the strength to pull away from him or take his rejection. "Just letting you know, it's very difficult hunting a traveler down." She winked at him before pulling her panties and pants back on, putting her seatbelt on and tried fixing her hair the best she could, not believing how tousled it was.
"Not when you know what you're looking for, darlin'." Mark replied, busy fastening his jeans back up, finally settling back into his seat and buckling in, glancing over at her. Smirking, he started the car back up and pulled away from the building, light once more returning with the headlights. Maybe not the best of spots for a quick romp, but he hadn't been able to resist.
Jetta smiled back at him and stared out the window, their fingers lacing together again as he grabbed her hand, not minding it. The feeling felt wonderful and, for a brief moment, Jetta wondered what it would be like to be tied down to Mark. It wasn't going to happen though. He wanted sex and she accepted that, wanting the same thing. Since when did she start caring about having an actual relationship or let feelings become involved? Jetta sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back against the seat, wondering just what the hell she was doing with her life.
Silence reigned on the drive to the hotel he was staying at, not even the radio playing. Though Mark did roll down his window a bit, needing the cool air to soothe his still heated body, squeezing her hand gently. He was entertaining a few ideas concerning Jetta, not all of them centering around keeping her in a bed though that was a delicious thought. He knew she was a loner, someone who liked to come and go and he didn't honestly mind, he was the same way. That didn't mean they had to say goodbye as soon as the sun rose though now did it?