Chapter 6
Her eyes slowly fluttered open the following morning as Jetta let out a long, silent yawn, smiling as she felt the delicious ache between her thighs, and felt the very warm body of Mark against her. Back to chest, his thigh was draped over her leg and his nose was buried in her hair. The room smelled of sex, sweat and a thin perfume, causing her eyes to drift closed again. They had sex in every position known to man, not going to sleep until the sun rose over the horizon. Jetta reached over on the nightstand and grabbed her cell phone, flipping it open, seeing what time it was.
Eight o'clock. Great, she'd only gotten two hours of sleep and smiled when Mark's arm tightened around her, knowing he was afraid she would disappear like last time. Though, Jetta did have that lunch at noon with her cousins and knew she couldn't let Linda down. Vince she didn't care about considering he was only related to her through marriage. Linda was her second cousin by blood.
"Mark..." She whispered, giggling when he growled. "Mark, I have to get up."
Mark growled, burying his face in her hair, muttering something under his breath before inhaling, letting out a groan. "No, you need to stay in bed with me." He murmured huskily, his voice thick with sleep. Smirking, he arched his hips into her. "Besides, you already got me up, darlin'."
Jetta giggled more as she wiggled her ass against him, causing him to growl more, and smirked before trying to extract his arm from her. That wasn't happening as he pulled her further against him. "Mark, I have that lunch with Linda and Vince. If you want more, then come take a shower with me." She said coaxingly, running her nails up his thigh and moaned as the muscles contracted against her touch. "Hmm, doesn't a shower sound good right about now?"
"That requires moving and the only movement I want right now is your body against mine." He growled.
In truth, he was stiff. Wrestling the night before and then only a couple hours sleep had left him less then limber. Though...a hot shower would work that out and he could consider what they would inevitably do in the shower as a form of stretching. Snorting, he tossed back the covers and rolled out of bed, scooping Jetta up and tossing her over his shoulder.
Her sweet laughter bounced off the walls as Jetta felt herself being carried, growling when he smacked her ass and gripped it in his hand. "Mmm keep that up and watch what happens." She purred in his ear, moving to where her legs were wrapped around his waist, groaning at the delicious ache that zipped through her sore thighs. She didn't care and cupped his face in her hands, kissing him demandingly, and felt the shower sprays go on a moment later. Another second, her back was pressed against the shower wall and she was screaming his name as the water cascaded over their sexually depraved bodies.
After another interesting and decidedly steamy romp, Mark watched as she washed herself, busy lathering his hair. "What are you doing after your lunch with Linda?" He asked finally, having made his mind up. He seen her eyebrows raise and couldn't help, but half smile. "Can't a guy ask a simple question? Or do I need to coax answers from you?"
"I'm not sure actually. I should probably call Cayla and tell her that I'm still alive." She giggled when he snorted, running her hands up and down his chest. "Nothing Mark, I have nothing planned. Why?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her, having already washed her hair though now conditioner was currently on, settling into her scalp. She usually let it set for about five minutes and watched as he rinsed the soap out of his hair.
"Because I don't want you running off after your lunch." He said bluntly, eyes closed as soap and water ran down his face, finally rubbing a hand down his face to wipe the water from his eyes and looked at her. "Unless you have a problem with that." Another one of his rhetorical questions. Something told him Jetta didn't want whatever this was between them ending so soon either.
"No, I don't." He didn't want this to end, which made her heart soar to the heavens and brought his face down to hers, passionately kissing him and laughed when he lifted her up by wrapping his arms around her waist, slowly pulling back. "Now move it, I have to rinse my hair." She ordered playfully and yelped when he slapped her ass, immediately reciprocating the motion. Jetta smirked when he just stared at her with that arched black eyebrow and tilted her head back, washing the conditioner out, and sighed as the hot water massaged her aching muscles and body.
Mark watched her until he had to force himself to get out of the shower, not in the mood to deal with an erection by himself. While she finished up, he toweled himself dry and began dressing. Plain blue jeans and a white beater, tucked in of course. He could hear her in the bathroom now out of the shower, dropping down onto the edge of the bed, pulling on his boots.
"Need a ride to lunch?"
"Actually, would you mind terribly giving me a ride home?" She asked from the bathroom, the door open, busy drying her hair while another towel was wrapped around her body. She had nothing here, not even her brush, and sighed with a roll of her eyes. She would brush her teeth when she got there too as she walked out, seeing his eyes trail up and down her body, walking over to stand between his legs. "I need fresh clothes, fresh panties to be more specific." She shook her head when he chuckled and kissed him softly. What had she been thinking running off on him a year ago? She was out of her mind!
"I don't know..." Mark said, sounding almost serious, trying to keep his face straight as he stood up, walking over to her. "I think this look suits you." His hands skimmed the towel, finally pulling it away. "This look even better." Of course there wasn't time, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself visually. "Finish up and I'll take you home." He promised, stepping away, contenting himself with the knowledge she wouldn't be running off again anytime soon.
"My hero!" She laughed and wiggled her ass in his vision, smirking at him coyly over her shoulder before sliding her panties and corset top on, lacing it with ease from behind. She slipped her pants and boots back on, smiling when Mark handed her his brush and kissed him. "Thank you." She whispered before beginning to brush it out, finishing up a few minutes later.
Grabbing her cell phone and wallet, since she never carried a purse, Jetta and Mark headed out. His arm wrapped around her waist as she leaned against him, not minding the closeness or public affection. It was nice and different.
If Jetta had bothered to check her phone she would have seen several voicemails, all of them from Cayla demanding to know where she was. If she was okay and if she was with the Undertaker. Then if she WAS with that 'gorgeous hunk of man meat' to call back and give some damn details.
"You drive." Mark grunted, apparently she lived here. She'd know her way around better and tossed his keys to her, smirking slightly.
"No problem." Jetta slid into the driver's seat and whipped her cell phone out, putting it on speakerphone, laughing at everything Cayla had said. "Apparently my friend is one of your followers." She giggled at the disdain on Mark's face and reached over, kissing his cheek before starting the car, dialing Cayla's number on the way to her place.
"Where have you been?" She demanded after picking up on the second ring. "Are you with him?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way home to change before going to lunch with my cousins." She rolled her eyes at the next thing Cayla asked. "I'll talk to you later about it." She hung up and raked a hand through her hair, smiling when Mark immediately took her hand as she drove to her place.
All Cayla could do was stare down at the cell phone in her hand and groan. That lucky bitch! Sighing, she tossed the cell onto the table and grinned. There was always Kane.
Mark was a bit bothered by that. One of his followers? The woman from last night. He remembered her, gaping stare and open mouth.
"So how is it you have a friend who knows the business, but you don't? Do you stay away from it because of your family or just genuinely not interested?"
"I've only known Cayla a few years." She explained, turning left, and rolled down the window since it was a beautiful day. "I met her at a motorcycle rally here and we sorta hit it off. I didn't even know she was a wrestling fan until I called her up and invited her to the show. Linda sent me the tickets, hoping on a whim I'd be home." Jetta snorted, remembering opening the envelope and reading her cousin's note, saying she hoped she would attend the event this time. "And when I asked Cayla she threw a fit, hugged me a million times, and told me I was the greatest friend in the world." She grinned with a wink.
"Ahh..."
Mark nodded, staring out the window, watching the scenery pass by. He didn't question the on a whim thing, remembering what she had repeatedly told him about traveling all over, which was perfect since his job took him all over. He rarely saw his home which suited him fine. He liked the constant change of pace.
"And here we are." She announced ten minutes later, pulling up on the side of the road and turned to face Mark, their eyes meeting again. This wasn't goodbye, she had to keep reminding herself of that. Leaning over, Jetta took his face in her hands and softly kissed him before they both got out, swapping sides, Mark sliding in the driver's while she leaned in the open passenger window. "I almost forgot." She murmured, slipping a piece of paper in his hand, that smile never leaving her face. "If you're serious about seeing me again, call that number. It's my cell. Bye handsome." She then walked away and up to her apartment, seeing he was watching her and smiled before walking inside, the door closing behind her.
Pocketing the number, Mark soon was back on the road, cranking the radio just to distract himself from the mental images running through his mind. Visions of their passionate night…Smirking slightly, he already knew he'd be seeing her tonight. Then a brilliant idea struck him, he could kill two birds with one stone. Turning down the music, he reached for his cell phone, pressing in a number.
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After changing into a dark blue denim skirt that went two inches above the knee along with her black knee high boots, Jetta pulled on a gray tank top that had dark blue flames embroidered up the sides and pulled her hair back in a tight braid. She outlined her eyes with midnight blue eyeliner, her lips a clear gloss. She looked in the mirror, admiring her look and smirked before walking out of her apartment, wallet and keys in hand.
Walking to her personal garage, Jetta pulled the cover off of her midnight blue Chopper, eyes sparkling. She hadn't rode it since...Sighing, Jetta straddled it, running her hands over the chrome handlebars and slid the key in, closing her eyes and let a rush of heat course through her at the feeling of it rumbling beneath her. Within moments, Jetta was flying down the street and headed to lunch with her cousins.
"Behave yourself." Linda was reminding her husband as they waited for Jetta. They were early, but that didn't stop Vince from griping about people lacking manners and not being on time.
Vince snorted, eyes perusing a menu that lay before him. "Do you think she'd notice if I was polite or not? Her manners aren't exactly-" He winced when he got a salad fork jabbed into his thigh. "Yes, dear."
"Thank you."
Jetta arrived at the fancy restaurant a few minutes later and parked her bike, chaining it up before heading across the street and inside. Her hair was slightly windblown, but thanks to the braid, it was in place for the most part. She slid her black shades on top of her head, smiling at the hostess, and told them her name before heading in the direction where Linda and Vince were.
"Hey Linda." She greeted from behind, smiling when Linda hopped up and hugged her tightly, thanking her for coming, and took a seat at the table. "Vince." She added curtly, rolling her eyes when he just stared at her. Her tattoos and attitude didn't appeal to him and she really didn't give a flying leap.
"It's so good to see you, Jetta. This time I hope you won't be running off?" Linda teased good-naturedly, ignoring her not so pleasant husband. She loved Vince, honestly she did, she just didn't know WHY sometimes.
"Thank you for dressing for the occasion."
"I do believe I'd like a salad for lunch." Linda said, fingering her fork.
Vince shut up.
"Thanks, even though this is one of my every day outfits." She replied with a smirk, leaning back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other, flashing a smile at her cousin. "So, what's this lunch about Linda?" Jetta wasn't one to beat around the bush and folded her hands in her lap, raising an eyebrow when the woman cleared her throat awkwardly. "You didn't just invite me out with Vince for a simple lunch. There's a meaning behind it. What is it?" She sipped her water, not even looking at Vince. There was no reason too, though if he glared at her again she would stab him with her own fork.
"I was thinking Jetta," Linda began slowly, sipping her water to give herself more time. "That it would be pleasant if you were to take a job with our company." She held up a hand when Jetta's mouth opened. "I know you like to travel and there's plenty of that with the WWE, worldwide travel."
Her reasons behind this were she didn't think Jetta was happy with her life. The reason she thought that was simply the fact she had caught Jetta at home and Jetta had AGREED to go to the show. It seemed, to her, Jetta needed something new.
"Y-You want me to work for your company?" Jetta was floored as she blinked, trying to wrap her mind around this, and suddenly thought about Cayla. That wench. She probably told Linda everything that was going on lately, how Jetta's ambition had deteriorated, though that was fully restored in being reunited with Mark. "I'm not saying yes," She paused, chewing on her thumbnail, which was painted a midnight blue along with the rest of her nails. "What would the job involve?" There was no harm in asking about it after all and if it sounded interesting enough, especially with the travel aspect, Jetta would consider it.
"Janitor?"
"No dear, that's your new job." Linda said sweetly, studying Jetta thoughtfully. "I'm not sure yet, but there's plenty of different jobs within the company, I'm sure you could find something that suits you."
"Put her in the garage."
Linda was getting upset and turned to face him. "Dog house." Was all she said.
"Actually, thanks, but I'm going to have to turn you down Linda." Jetta sighed when her cousin stared at her with pleading eyes, pointing at her husband. "He doesn't want me working for the company and, honestly, working in a garage doesn't sound appealing. Thank you for the offer anyway."
She noticed Vince looked pleased with himself and shook her head. Deciding she wasn't hungry anymore, Jetta excused herself from lunch, promising to keep in touch with Linda. She didn't even speak to Vince and walked out of there, getting on her bike after unchaining it, heading home.
"Well, that settles that. I think I'll have the lobster..." Vince smirked, folding a napkin over his lap, completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was now trying to murder him with her eyes. "That was the most reasonable thing I've ever heard Jetta say."
Linda's blue eyes flashed though a sweet smile appeared on her face. "You're right Vince, it was. She wouldn't be satisfied in a garage." When Vince nodded, her smile brightened. "But I do believe I have the perfect position for her and I know she'll accept it."
Vince's face fell when he heard his wife say that, suddenly not interested in eating.