Chapter 9

Glen gently set her aside, moving so he was leaning behind Mark and wrapped his arms around his friend, feeling the other man tensing. Smirking, Glen next rested his chin on Mark's shoulder. "Marky?"

"Glen I have no problem in slamming on the brakes and sending your ass through that windshield. I pay for the extra insurance for a reason." Mark said, sounding resigned to whatever was coming.

"Have I ever told you you're cute when you're pissed off?" Glen pinched his cheek, quickly sitting back before he could get punched.

Both girls were laughing harder than ever, not believing Glen just did that. "You have a death wish." Jetta rasped out and yelped when Mark pinched her side, reciprocating by nipping his wrist and laughed when he growled at her.

"Wow Glen, I didn't know you swung that way."

Not catching on, Glen asked, "What way?"

"You're gay aren't you?"

Jetta's eyes flew open when Glen began ranting and raving as she started laughing again.

"DO I LOOK GAY TO YOU?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Let's see," Mark smirked, loving this turn of conversation. "You shaved your head bald like some kind of homo repressed Nazi member. You wear striped tights to the ring…"

"It's not a stripe!"

"You also skip a top and you like to get right up on your opponents." Mark concluded, like he hadn't heard a thing.

"Then WHY am I currently with a WOMAN?"

"Damn good cover, Glen, damn good."

"Hmmm good point, but you pinched Mark's cheek like you were one of those fashion magazine people that are gay." Cayla was having too much fun and knew it, seeing the anger flare in his eyes. "Aww Glenie, I'm just kidding with you." She crawled on his lap, forcing him to stare into her grey eyes. "If you were gay, you wouldn't have fucked me three ways from Sunday last night."

Jetta groaned, one thing about Cayla was she had a dirty mouth, dirtier than HERS if that was possible. "Cayla..."

"I just loved how your big, muscular cock-"

"CAYLA!"

"What?" She grunted, looking annoyed as she flipped her fiery red hair away from her face. "What Jetta?"

"Unless you want Marky boy over here to be raped and get us into a bad car accident, stop with the dirty talk."

"Jetta, no offense darlin', but if you're going to rape me because you're getting all hot and bothered hearing Cayla talking about Glen's 'big, muscular cock', then I don't want to be raped." Mark smirked, shooting her a smoldering look. "I'd rather you be getting hot and bothered on the thought of what we did last night repeatedly."

"Oh, NOW who's got a dirty mouth?"

Her eyes darkened instantly as she smirked wickedly, leaning back in her seat, and closed her eyes as the previous nights events flowed over her mind. Every touch, every kiss, every word, every caress, every thrust, everything…Jetta did a full body shiver. "Mmm very nice." She remembered his words vividly, slowly opening her eyes, and giggled at the insanely dark look in his now near black orbs. "You'd better calm down or you're going to crash." She reminded him sweetly, knowing it turned him on as she very blatantly just sat there and thought about everything that happened the previous night, and the night before that, and the night back in Sturgis.

"Jetta plays hardball when she wants too." Cayla stage whispered, causing Glen to nod, and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Oh and about the raping, you can't rape the willing, Mark." She winked, causing him to growl, and stared out the window as the airport came into view.

"Woman...I'm going to crash alright, right into you and that very willing-"

Glen had clamped his hand over Mark's mouth. "We're getting ready to go into the airport, save it for the mile high club."

Mark's eyes crossed as he tried to look down at Glen's hand, cursing up a storm behind it.

Sighing, Glen didn't pull it away, waiting until Mark had parked. "You going to play- EWWWW! He licked my hand!" Glen was wiping his palm off on his jeans now.

"I thought you liked guys, GLENIE?"

Jetta had to run into the airport along with Cayla, both of them ready to piss themselves from how hard they were laughing. Mark and Glen could handle the bags and the rental, they had to pee NOW! Jetta barely made it as she shoved her jeans down and peed alongside her friend, who was in the stall next to her, laughing their asses off.

"What the hell did we get into?" Cayla asked as she washed her hands, shaking her head.

Jetta was doing the same thing and finished, drying her hands off. "I have no idea, but I do know one thing. Mark wants to...explore what we have more..."

"Really?" Cayla grinned and hugged her friend, sighing as she pulled back. "You're not happy about that?"

"I am just...what if things are so great that I only think so and I end up getting hurt because he walks away? Because he finds someone better than me?" Jetta hated doubting herself, but she couldn't help it and sighed.

"You've got a point." Cayla replied, sighing. "Just...go with it sweetie." She didn't know what to tell Jetta honestly, biting her bottom lip. She had her fair share of heartbreak, but knew Jetta never had a decent relationship in her life. "Have you told Mark-"

"He knows I travel and that I'm not tied down to anyone, he doesn't know I've never had a relationship in my life." Jetta stated, her tone implying Cayla was not to say a word about that fact. "I'm going to try this and see where it goes." She finally decided, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I actually CRIED in front of him..."

Cayla dropped her purse when she heard that, her grey eyes widening to the size of saucers. "Whoa...are you serious?"

"Yeah, dead serious."

Glen and Mark were having their own private chat while the women were in the bathroom, both men serious, startlingly so, considering they had only minutes before been laughing their asses off. "So...you're serious about her huh?"

"Serious enough to do Linda's recruiting and get her on the road." Mark replied, carrying Jetta's bag while Glen toted his and Cayla's.

"Okay, this is the woman from Sturgis...She's a flight risk, right?"

"Yes, but if she runs, I'll hunt her down."

"I sincerely hope she knows what she's getting into." Glen commented, stroking his chin in thought. "Now, when you say hunt...like, with a spear and a net?"

"I mean with a motorcycle and an attitude."

"You really do like her." Glen smirked somewhat. "Though you might want to tone down the caveman act. You got her on the road, she's not going to run. Besides, she's a grown woman. This isn't her first relationship, I'm sure she won't bolt on you."

Mark sighed, nodding his head, and said, "Yeah, I know."

"We ready to go?" Jetta asked from behind, walking out of the bathroom with Cayla beside her, both women in higher spirits.

They made a pact, neither talk about the other with their respective men. Jetta smiled as she watched Glen extend his arm in a gentleman fashion, knowing Cayla loved being romanced. They were complete opposites, but the woman was like a sister to her. She would die to protect her and knew Cayla would do the same. Her eyes went to Mark and took his offered hand, their fingers entwining together, and smiled widely. Jetta took a deep breath when their flight was called and walked through the airport terminal, Mark having already gotten her ticket. Within a half an hour, Jetta was on a plane sitting beside Mark and staring out the window, hoping she was doing the right thing.

Mark had more than noticed that Jetta seemed a little...edgy, since coming out of the bathroom, and glanced at Cayla. That was no help, she was so immersed in whatever Glen was whispering to her she probably wouldn't have noticed if the stewardess dropped hot coffee on her. Sighing, he leaned back, watching Jetta again, wishing he knew what was going on behind those beautiful eyes.

"You alright, darlin'?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, a little nervous, but nothing I can't handle." She assured him softly, smiling, and sighed when his lips swooped down to kiss hers tenderly. "It's still kind of hard to believe we're here." She admitted softly, reaching her hand up to stroke his face, her thumb running back and forth on his cheek and brought his lips to hers again, sighing in contentment when he pulled away. "Stop worrying about me. I'm fine."

Jetta knew she would have to get used to a man being in her life and, normally, she would've told any other man to take a flying leap. This one however had her captured and there was no escape. He had effectively wormed his way inside of her heart and claimed it for his own.

Nodding, Mark leaned back once more, closing his eyes. Flying was the best time to catch up on sleep, providing one didn't get airsick. Though it wasn't easy blocking out Glen's ever running mouth. Sometimes he wondered just how he had wound up friends with that mangy mutt. Mark's lips curled into a half grin, knowing time on the road was about to get interesting, especially with Jetta there. And if her uncle, or anyone else for that matter, gave her any problems, he'd bury them six feet under in an unmarked grave.

~!~

Their first night wasn't as bad as Jetta originally thought. She'd had the meeting with Stephanie and Shane, Vince nowhere to be found. Apparently, Vinnie Mac was angry at his wife that Jetta was working for his company. How quaint. Jetta didn't care, though she was shocked that Stephanie and Shane embraced her with open arms along with Cayla. They asked them if they wanted to be Divas since they could pass it off, but Jetta declined along with her friend.

They liked getting their hands dirty and Shane respected that. He lead them down to the ring area, introduced them to Tim, Jarred and a few other guys that were responsible for overseeing the structure. The guys were all really nice and welcomed the women with open arms, much to Jetta and Cayla's relief. Once they had the ring up fully for the next night, Jetta and Cayla took a break and walked to the cafeteria together, each thirsty beyond belief.

"Aqua!" Cayla jokingly gasped, passing a bottle to Jetta before twisting the cap off of hers, downing it. "Ah, much better." She sighed contentedly, dropping down at an empty table. "This place is a circus." She commented, looking around, watching as wrestlers, Divas, the crew, and behind the scenes people came and went, talking and laughing. "I like it. Ohhh...You're being eyeballed." She commented, looking over Jetta's shoulder. "I think."

Her eyes looked over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow, wondering who that was. He was cute, blue eyes with brown hair that looked like it was cut by the army. She snorted, wearing a black tank top with blue jeans, refusing to wear the WWE logo t-shirts the rest of the crew did. It was a stipulation in her contract along with Cayla's, which Stephanie and Shane saw fit to give them. She had been grateful as she downed the rest of her water, running a hand through her honey blonde hair.

"Maybe he's eyeballing you." She countered finally with a smirk.

"No honey, he's eyeballing you." Cayla said with a smirk. "That is John Cena, he's very, very hot. Not as hot as my bald Kaners, but smoking nonetheless." Her voice was low so only Jetta could hear her. "And he's coming this way." She straightened up, plastering a smile on her face. "Hello."

"Hey." John nodded at her, glancing down at Jetta, a smile on his face. "Can I join you ladies?"

"How about not and say we did, Junior?" She snorted before hopping off the table, draining the rest of her water and walked out of the cafeteria, smirking as Cayla just shook her head. "What?"

"That was so beyond rude and..." She burst out laughing. "Funny as fuck!"

Jetta grinned as she shrugged nonchalantly, refusing to apologize for her actions. Very rarely did Jetta do something that she regretted and that moment she definitely didn't. "Maybe that'll send a message out to the rest of the boys that I'm not interested." She stated emphatically, only having one man on her mind, which was strange and exciting at the same time.

"What a bitch!" John exclaimed, snorting, and shook his head. "Hey man, what's up?" He nodded when Randy Orton dropped down across from him. "You seen the new broads?"

"Yeah. Ring crew. Why?"

"The blonde is a mega bitch."

Randy snorted. "You mean she turned you down?"

"Hell, I didn't even get a chance to tune up and she sprang her PMS on me."