Chapter 26
"Hmmm...You know what?" Mark murmured, looking amused. "When they get back their wedding photos, I'm getting one of you in that dress blown up to movie poster size. I'm gonna hang it up in the living room, what do you think?" He needed proof that she had actually worn the dress, wanting to always remember how gorgeous she had looked in it with her hair done up with those roses in her tresses. "You really were stunning today, Jetta."
"Do you have too?" She groaned when he nodded and shook her head, resting her head on his shoulder before kissing his neck, knowing he would do it because she was never one to wear dresses. Granted, she wore skirts, but that's where she drew the line. This dress was elegant and flowing, like something a woman would wear to either a wedding -which she had- or prom. "Thank you and you weren't so bad looking yourself. Maybe I'll get one of you blown up to that size cause you look damn sexy in a tux." She giggled when he grumbled, pressing her forehead against his. "Then again, you look sexy in anything to me." Her voice dropped an octave as she ran her fingers through his hair, loving how soft and silky it was, and kissed him softly.
"Good, then you won't need a picture." Mark said evenly, rolling her onto the bed, and hovered over her. "Will you, darlin'?" His voice was a low whisper, lips almost brushing against hers. Smirking somewhat, he sat up, sliding off the bed and stood up. "Come on." He held out his hand, green eyes once again taking in the lingerie. Damn...He had great taste.
"Oh I'll get my picture. Cayla owes me anyway for all the torture I was put through for her wedding." Jetta smirked and laughed as Mark growled, pulling her from the bed as his hand practically swallowed hers whole, wondering where they were going. She arched an eyebrow at him. "What's gotten into you Mark?" She finally asked amusedly and gasped when he yanked her into his arms, passionately kissing her, telling her to just be quiet and enjoy this. Jetta wasn't going to complain or question anything as she let him guide her wherever he wanted.
"You ask too many damn questions, woman." He smirked, leading her out into the living room, the heat of the fire washing over them as he tugged her down in front of it, sitting on a shag carpet. He pulled Jetta back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist and rested his head on top of hers, staring into the flames. "Remember the bonfire?" He asked softly.
"I remember everything about that night, Mark." She replied, her voice softer, and melted against him as her eyes became mesmerized by the flames as they licked against the wood. "I told you that it's amazing how something so beautiful could also be very deadly." She smiled when he chuckled, feeling his hot breath on her ear, and closed her eyes as that moment replayed through her mind. She remembered laying on the grass and him telling her that he was going to let her come to him. She more than obliged, that smile widening on her face, and placed her hands on top of his as her eyes slowly opened. "That was definitely a night I will never forget."
"Makes two of us." Mark replied softly, splaying a hand against her stomach, the other lightly rubbing her thigh. He remembered wondering what would have happened if the fire had gone out of control. Well, that had happened between them. They had started a fire and it was still burning out of control. "Whatever happened to that shirt?" He asked suddenly. "The black one with the gauzy, sparkly material?"
He even remembered what she was wearing, which made her heart soar and her love for him grow even more. "I'm not sure, I think I have it at home somewhere in a box." She giggled, shaking her head, remembering that. "I should drag that out for an outfit to wrestle in. That would actually look good with a pair of leather pants now that you mention it..." When he growled, Jetta giggled even more and felt his nose bury in her neck, turning around to stare into his deep green eyes. "That shirt will remain in the box because it reminded me of that night, of you, and what we shared together." She could be sentimental when she wanted to be, which wasn't often, but Jetta had her moments.
"Actually, you need to break it out again and wear it, just not to wrestle in it." If he was remembering right -and he was-, that shirt was strapless, sort of a tube top of sorts. No, that wouldn't do at all in the ring. "You'd be stripped in seconds or it'd get ripped. Though…leather pants and that top...You can wear those for me whenever you want, darlin'."
Jetta rolled her eyes, though she also loved how possessive he was over her. It made her feel even more special and wanted. "The next time we go to L.A., I'll see if I can find it and wear it for you to bed." She promised with a wink, turning her head to stare back into the fire, so many memories washing over her.
Sturgis. That night would be burned in her memory forever, no matter what. Not just because of the mind blowing sex, but laying with him in the grass, getting her tattoo, which speaking of...she needed to get another one soon and decided it would be across her lower back. Something tribal and black, she hadn't decided what yet though.
His mind was reliving that night as well, the fire flickering and reflecting in his absorbed green eyes. He remembered when they had first met, the exact moment. He then smirked, remembering Kevin asking why he had to take all the hot ones. "Hmmm..." Mark brought his hand behind her, pressing the palm flat against her skull tattoo with the blue flames, remembering watching as she got it done, how she had been getting off on it. That's when he had known this was definitely the woman for him.
"I remember when I got that done and what you had said to me. Something about did it turn me on that I was getting inked." Jetta smirked, knowing he was also reliving that day and let out a soft moan when his soft lips brushed against her tattoo, moving her hair over her left shoulder to give him full access. She loved feeling his lips on her body anywhere, though her tattoos were hot spots and he knew that. It turned her on more than him kissing her neck, another hot spot. "Then you told me if I could handle you to find you later on." She giggled softly, remembering how he'd come to her only for her to attack him. It was like they'd both gotten what they wanted and she couldn't stop smiling as his hand gently massaged her toned stomach, which was due to being a full-time active wrestler.
"You need to get my name tattooed right here." Mark teased, running his hand down to rest just above her pubic bone. "Then we can discuss your wrestling gear again. Something very low cut..." He smirked when she snorted, nuzzling her neck. "I'm sorry Jetta, I didn't quite catch that...don't make you hurt you, woman." He growled in her ear, nipping the side of her throat.
Jetta moaned, the feeling of his lips and goatee brushing against her tender flesh causing her mind to start spinning. He had that effect on her and she reached behind to run her fingers through his hair, massaging the back of his neck gently. "I'll get your name branded on me...if you get my name branded on you." She teased back, turning around to where she was straddling his lap, kissing him before he could say a word as she nipped his bottom lip gently, her chest pressed against his. "Hmmm...What do you say to that?" Her lips moved to his Adam's apple, gently flicking it with her teeth before nibbling on it, her black painted fingernails running down his chest, barely grazing skin.
"Depends entirely on where you want it branded at, darlin'." Mark said huskily, tilting his head back, groaning deep from his chest. His tattoos all had to be above the waist. He wasn't letting anyone ink him below the belt buckle. "Mmm, Jetta..." He lowered his head to hers before she could attack his neck. "Keep doing that and you'll be in some trouble, darlin'."
"I love being in trouble with you though." She retorted in a seductive voice and sighed when he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, knowing he wanted to spend some quality time with her other than sex. "I love your neck so probably there." She giggled when he raised an eyebrow at her, running her thumb across his soft red lips she loved feeling against her own.
Seeing her name tattooed on his skin would seal the ultimate deal, would be bigger than any ring or piece of paper. That would be something permanent, that no matter what she belonged to him. The thought enticed her, but she would keep that to herself as she kissed him again before hugging him around the neck, burying her face in his hair and inhaled, playing with his hair and wrapping it gently around her fingers. She loved his hair and prayed he never got it cut. Long hair suited him.
"On my neck..." Mark reached up to run his fingertips across the front of his throat, looking thoughtful. That would hurt like a BITCH. But...He smiled at her. "What would you do if I were to get your name inked right here?" He asked, gesturing to the area, his eyes serious.
The amount of seriousness in his eyes caused her to swallow hard, biting her bottom lip -a gesture she did when she was incredibly nervous, which rarely happened- wondering briefly if he was insane. "Mark, I..." The green in his eyes made her heart begin pounding in her chest and she stared at the blank spot on his neck, reaching her hand out to run against his smooth skin. "I'm not expecting you to do anything remotely THAT serious." When he just sat there, waiting for his answer, Jetta sighed as she gently pulled her fingers back. "It would probably be the happiest moment of my life, seeing my name seared into your skin. That would be better and deeper than any ring or piece of paper could be." She voiced what she'd been thinking, her voice low and quiet.
Mark nodded, his face still serious. "Alright then." That was all he needed to know. He'd set up an appointment with one of his favorite artists and have it done, wondering just how JETTA was going to look across his throat, beginning to smirk amusedly. Of course that would mean people would realize she was off the market and involved with the Undertaker, he really liked that thought.
"Mark, I'm not asking you to do that." Jetta immediately said, seeing the look in his eyes, and sighed when he pressed a finger to her lips. He wasn't brushing her off that easily and pushed his finger away, cupping his face in her hands. "Look at me." She ordered, his eyes meeting hers. "Don't do that, not unless you're absolutely sure that's what you want. That's a HUGE step, I want you to think about it before doing it, okay?" She was shaking against him, the amount of emotion in his eyes causing tears to fill her own. Jetta didn't cry often, but damn it, that mere thought sent chills down her spine and the look in his eyes only intensified that. "Promise me you'll think about it before doing it. What if something happens between us and you have that tattoo permanently branded on you? I want you to think about both the pros and cons before making an appointment." She said seriously, blinking her tears away, not pulling her gaze from him.
Mark reached out to catch the first tear that fell down her cheek, staring at it glistening on his finger for a moment before gently rubbing it away. "If it makes you feel any better, darlin'," He rumbled softly. "A tattoo can always be removed with laser surgery." He said, sounding amused. "But if you feel that there's a chance we won't last..."
"I can't predict the future and neither can you." She stated, wiping away a few more tears that fell, her head lowered, not wanting to show him. "There's always that slim chance, no matter how happy a person is." Even though she hadn't had a lot of experience with relationships, Jetta was also not as dumb as people pegged her to be. "I'm not saying we won't last, but I'm also not going to say we'll be together until the end of time or whatever because that's just not how life works." She felt his hand lift her chin until blue met green, swallowing hard. "I do love you with all I have though and I'll never want anyone else." That was the truth, every word that came out of her mouth and caressed his face with her thumb, cupping it gently. "It's your body and your decision. I just want you to think about it before doing it." Mark often did things irrationally, Jetta noticed, so that's why she was pointing this out as something he HAD to think about before doing.
"Jetta, even if we don't last," Mark whispered, leaning down to kiss away her tears. "You'd still have my heart."
That was the God's honest truth. She could leave him, decide to marry someone and pop out a dozen kids and he would never stop loving her. He might not be happy for her, but he wouldn't kill the man she had chosen over him either.
"The only person I want to be happy with is you. I want YOU, nobody else. Hell, I don't even LOOK at other men because I have you. Jason Statham himself could come ask me to marry him tomorrow and I would tell him hell no."
She laughed, wiping her tears away and sighed as she pressed her forehead to his, running her hands down his shoulders and arms and back up again. She loved how his muscles flexed under her touch, finally resting her fingertips against his throat, more tears falling as her eyes closed. She could just imagine her name inked on his skin and that caused her lips to meet his, passionately kissing him like it was the last time, like she wouldn't be able to breathe again. He was her everything, air, water, moon, sun, the whole nine yards. He was her rock, the person she went too when she was angry, sad or happy. Cayla wasn't her best friend anymore because Mark had taken her place just like Glen had taken hers and both women were fine with that.