Chapter 8
Hours later, Jetta and Mark were lying in bed, his arm wrapped around her while hers was draped over his muscular stomach, running her nails up and down his skin soothingly. They had no idea what time it was and honestly didn't care. She knew after the fifth encounter, however, she needed a breather. Now they were just lying in bed cuddling. Her leg was draped over his and his fingers were running up and down her arm, over her Jetta tattoo. Smiling in contentment, Jetta snuggled against him further, their overheated bodies slowly calming down as the night breeze blew in her room, the only illumination being the crescent shaped moon.
Knowing this was the best time to talk to her, especially since she was so relaxed -he had to smirk, mighty pleased with himself at the moment- and almost pliant, Mark cleared his throat. "Jetta," He began, his fingers dancing over her soft skin. "I want you to reconsider what your aunt asked of you." He turned his head to look at her. "I want you to come on the road with me."
Her body tensed when he mentioned Linda, swallowing hard, and stared back into his eyes that were pleading with her. "No." She stated, standing up from the bed and sighed when Mark pulled her back down against him. "This is why you're here isn't it?" She suddenly snapped, yanking away from him, shaking her head as she went to pull her panties on only for him to snatch them away from her. "Mark, give me my panties back right now." She ordered gravely, growling when he refused, raking a hand through her hair. "Vince said I could work in the garage and-" His finger pressing to her lips shut her up instantly.
"Linda called and told me what happened." He said quietly, pulling her down onto his lap. "I could give two fucks less what Vince has to say. I want you there, with me, whether you're working or not." Mark tilted her head up, studying her face. He almost smiled at the thin line her mouth had compressed itself into. "Jetta, are you really ready to say goodbye to me?"
Goddamn it why did he have to have such beautiful eyes and a sexy voice? Why did he have to stir her emotions up like this? Tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head slowly, knowing this wasn't just about sex anymore. She didn't know what it was, but it definitely went past the whole fuck buddy routine they were in.
"No, I'm not ready to say goodbye." She whispered, lowering her head as she angrily wiped her tears away. Jetta didn't cry a lot and especially in front of people, predominantly men. God she felt so weak at the moment, but that's what this man did to her. He made her weak in the knees, breathless, two things no other man on the planet had ever been able to do. "I'm sorry." She whispered, not trusting her voice at the moment. "I-I didn't know what this was and I wasn't-I'm still not expecting anything from this." She knew better than to get her hopes up and blinked more tears away. "See what you do to me?"
He was confused as hell for a moment, but hid it well, taking a few seconds to understand what it was she was talking about. Then he realized Jetta was referring to her tears, wondering why in the hell she would be sorry for crying, and then what exactly had he done to make her cry in the first place. "Don't be." He murmured, brushing away the tears gently with the pad of his thumbs. "Why are you crying, darlin'?"
"I don't know. God I feel like a hormonal chick." She grunted, causing Mark to laugh, and smacked him. "It's not funny. I don't cry, hardly ever." She took the tissue he handed her and wiped her tears away before blowing her nose, cracking her neck. "I didn't know what you wanted out of this, Mark." Jetta decided to be truthful and slowly looked up into his green eyes, sighing heavily. "I thought it was gonna be like Sturgis, we fuck and we part type of deal, though that's not the case is it?" Her voice grew softer and felt his hand caress her face gently. "Why do you want me to take this job and go on the road with you?"
"Maybe it wouldn't have been a one time deal at Sturgis, maybe it would have. We won't know. But right now we have the chance to see what happens between us. I'm not saying you have to commit yourself to me or anything. Just...explore this with me, whatever it is we have. I know there's more then just the sex."
Though that was pretty damn incredible too.
Sighing raggedly, Jetta wiped the rest of her tears away and snuggled under the comforter, going back to where she was laying and snuggled her face against his chest to get comfortable. "Alright, I'll do it." She whispered after what seemed like an eternity of silence between them. "I'll talk to my cousin tomorrow about the job she's found for me. I have a feeling it doesn't have to do with janitorial or garage duty."
She giggled when Mark snorted, looking up at him, and smiled as he kissed her lips softly. This was going to be a hell of a journey. Jetta just hoped and prayed she was ready for it, but then again, she was a risk taker and took chances. Mark was a chance she wasn't about to pass up.
Mark enfolded her in his arms, burying his face in her hair. "Good." He rumbled, a contented sigh escaping him.
If Vince so much as looked at her wrong, he was going to kick his boss's ass. He was sure Linda would find something for her to keep occupied, knowing Jetta probably wouldn't take kindly to just being there for him with nothing to do while he was working. Mark admired that. He didn't want a woman who didn't have a mind or life of her own.
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Her eyes slowly fluttered open the following morning, smiling at the warm, huge body against her, and seen the sun was shining brightly through her window. She rubbed her eyes, looking over her shoulder, remembering a few hours prior Mark had woken her up for an impromptu bout. Jetta loved those, when she didn't see them coming, and sighed at the thought of being with him. She was truly happy and rolled her eyes when her cell phone rang on the nightstand. Somehow extracting herself from Mark's arms, Jetta reached over and flipped it open, groaning when Cayla's screaming voice echoed in her ear.
"I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB WITH THE WWE! OH MY FUCKING GOD, JET! I'M GOING TO HYPERVENTILATE OR PASS OUT!"
"WHAT?!" Jetta screamed out in surprise, seeing Mark bolt upright in bed, and jumped up as she blinked. "What are you talking about?!"
"LINDA CALLED ME! SHE SAID ME AND YOU ARE PART OF THE CREW THAT TEARS THE RING DOWN ALONG WITH THE LIGHTING FIXTURES AND SHIT! WE WON'T HAVE TO LIFT HEAVY THINGS, BUT WE CAN DEFINITELY HELP ORGANIZE!" Cayla was beside herself as she jumped up and down, screaming.
Jetta dropped the phone.
Mark wondered idly if Jetta was going to attack him for letting Linda know she was coming while she had been sleeping, scooping up the dropped phone, wincing when he heard Cayla still screaming. "Darlin', I think Jetta is in shock right now, you might have to call back later." He drawled, watching Jetta with an arched eyebrow.
She wasn't in shock, she was just...okay maybe she was in shock, but she had every reason to be! Her friend got a job with the WWE, so that meant she wouldn't be alone, and Cayla would probably be with Glen. Jetta turned around slowly to face Mark and seen the knowing look in his eyes.
"You called Linda." She stated, not even questioning it, and raked a hand through her hair. Mark hung up with Cayla before Jetta tackled him to the bed, kissing him passionately while straddling him, aware both of them were still naked. "So when do we leave?"
Mark smirked, sitting up and drawing her legs around his waist, glancing at the time on the phone. "Um...as soon as you can have your ass ready." He groaned, knowing they were going to miss their flight if they didn't hurry, glad Linda had already gotten Jetta a ticket, which they were to pick up at the airport. His own stuff was already on the road with the buses, glad the woman had been so damn helpful. But then he had done her a favor by talking Jetta into staying, even if it was for his own reasons.
She smiled and kissed him lingeringly before wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck. "Thank you." She whispered, pulling back to kiss him again before reluctantly moving off his lap, yelping as she jumped.
Jetta was a traveler by heart so she only brought what she needed. She could buy the rest when they were on the road. Five pairs of jeans, corsets, tanks, t-shirts, a few pairs of boots and shoes along with toiletries. That was pretty much it. Jetta dressed in a pair of hip hugging blue jeans with a red tank top that had blue flames shooting up the sides. She had a fascination with flames, she couldn't help it. She did her makeup, blue eyeliner with clear gloss before heading out, blue shades over her eyes, knowing they had to hurry to the airport, wearing a pair of white tennis shoes so she could run.
Mark was waiting in the living room for her when she came out, eyeing her appreciatively. He was wearing the same clothes from last night, not too bothered by it, wasn't the first time he had too. He had pulled his badly needed brushed -and washed- hair back into a ponytail and covered the mess with a bandana, black shades under his eyes. He took in the light bag she carried, nodding.
"You ready?"
"I was born ready." She winked at him after sliding the shades down her nose, causing him to snort, and laughed before walking out the front door. She slid in the rental, already having her bike chained up in the garage, locked up securely and let Mark put her bag in the back. This was an SUV as she buckled up, knowing they had to rush to the airport. She sighed when her cell phone rang. "What's up, Cay?"
"Can I speak to Mark for a minute or put him on speakerphone?"
"Sure." She did just that so she could listen to what Cayla wanted. "Go ahead."
"Hey Mark, would you um...would you mind picking Glen and I up at my place on your way to the airport?" She asked sheepishly, smacking Glen when he started chuckling in her ear. "I live just down the road, please?"
Jetta chuckled, seeing the annoyed look come over Mark's face.
"Glen, you jackass, you know I'm not always going to be around to save your dumb ass."
"I know, you'll probably die from old age any day now."
"Or sexual exhaustion." Mark shot Jetta a smirk.
"Nope, I'll keep his ass fit." Jetta said, causing Cayla to start laughing, and blew a kiss to Mark when he just growled at her. "Not now Mark, we have a plane to catch and two friends that need to be picked up."
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Mark!" Cayla squealed in the phone as Glen lifted her up over his shoulder. "I have to finish packing!"
"If you two aren't ready by the time we get there, we're leaving your ass."
Glen promptly dropped Cayla and let her finish.
Mark did NOT want to know what that thud had been and watched as she ended the call, shaking his head. "I'm not entirely sure hooking those two up was the brightest idea on my part." He admitted, already knowing they would probably be the ultimate pain in his ass. Glen was enough, now there was a damn female version of him. He was getting a headache just thinking about it.
Jetta giggled softly, knowing Cayla was just as crazy as she was, and also knew Glen was a big goofball. "Don't worry, we won't try to drive you too insane." She laughed when he pinched her side and reciprocated it, holding her finger up, an eyebrow arched. "You forget that I have a high tolerance for pain." She smirked when he decided to call it quits for now as they pulled up to Cayla's place.
"Oh thank you!" Cayla breathed out as Glen put their bags in the back, sliding in next to her and laughed when he pulled her on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and began kissing him.
"I think we have competition." Jetta mused thoughtfully and smiled as Mark leaned over to kiss her lips before driving off toward the airport.
Mark snorted, shaking his head, not believing that for a minute. "Darlin', there isn't any competition. If I wanted to fuck you like you were a bunny, I wouldn't bother with the foreplay."
"Wait...you get foreplay?" Glen looked wounded, glancing at Cayla. "Why don't I get foreplay?"
If he hadn't been driving, he would have buried his face in his hands.
"Glenie boy, we've only had ONE night together. Be patient." Cayla reminded him, looking completely serious, though the amusement clearly shined in her grey eyes.
"Though she doesn't suck dick."
"WHAT?"
"JETTA!"
She was laughing so hard from the expression on Glen's face, tears were rolling down her cheeks.
Mark was on the verge of crashing, laughing his ass off and wiping tears out of his eyes, trying to see straight. "Well...Glen, you know what it is, don't ya?"
"What?" Glen sounded grumpy, looking at Cayla with raised brows.
"Her momma must have told her not to put small things in her mouth."
Cayla was laughing right along with Jetta, both women hunched over clutching their stomachs.
"Oh dear god..." Jetta finally managed to sit up, her stomach hurting from laughing so much, shaking her head. "Where is a damn camera when you need one?"
"I don't find this one BIT funny."
"Glen, darling, she was kidding with you. I suck dick. Hell, I love my protein shake."
Jetta burst out laughing again.
"Holy shit!" Mark had to pull over, ignoring the horns blaring at him as he hunched over, shaking with laughter. When he finally straightened, he turned flashing green eyes on them all. "Enough before I murder you all, including you Jetta." He threatened. "I'm trying to DRIVE without CRASHING." Satisfied they were all going to shut up, taking note of the wide eyes all around, he nodded and pulled back onto the road.
Glen waited for a few minutes before clearing his throat. "So...Cayla...do you like that protein shake extra creamy?"
"And thick."
"Cayla!"
"What?" She sounded innocent. "I'm only speaking the truth!"
Jetta's face was beat red as she suddenly burst out laughing again, not caring what Mark thought, and shook her head. This was going to be so much fun working with her. Cayla was going to give everyone a run for their money.