Chapter 17 – Never Be Whole Again

Hazel eyes blinked open slowly before dancing around the room. A soft naked ass rubbed against his suddenly hardening dick as a groan slipped from his lips. His lips softly kissed along her naked neck and shoulder before moving to her spine; licking and kissing what he believed was every vertebra. And even along the curve of her delectable backside.

He could hear her whimpering in her sleep as he carefully rolled her onto her back his tongue following the curve around her hip and thigh to the flatness of her lower abdomen; where he pelted soft open mouth kisses in a while to her bare mound. He carefully maneuvered her legs to drape over his shoulders as his hands wrapped around her thighs.

She let out another whimper of approval and pleasure and he peeked up to make sure she was still asleep. He smirked as he saw her eyelids were closed over her inky black eyes; her naked breasts were lulling up and down with her chest as she breathed out steadily. Her nipples were hardened into peaks and were calling his name actually for his mouth to be wrapped around them.

Phil shook his head as he looked down at her bare mound and could already smell her arousal as his mouth began to water and knew he had to stay on task. He smirked as he ran the tip of his tongue up her slick slit only to groan as her taste danced on his tongue; he swallowed as he licked his lips suddenly very hungry for her only.

He couldn't help diving in tongue first.

How could she be having a dream like this? She and Phil spent practically all night making love. They talked about setting a wedding date and where they wanted to get married. She couldn't help the groan that slipped from her lips as she felt that wonderful tongue flick her bud before delving back into her core. Her hands suddenly moved on their own accord and found the head between her thighs as she speared her fingers through the soft hair.

Phil chuckled lowly he could tell with her responsiveness that she was slowly waking up. When she gripped his hair and moaned they were the tell-tale signs that she'd be fully awake any minute. He groaned against her naked pussy when her fingers twisted and pulled his hair.

Sydney's eyes snapped open as she swore she felt a tongue inside of her…"Uhhhh, God baby." She knew it was Phil because only Phil could make her toes clench and her heels dig into the mattress of the bed. Her inky black orbs looked down as she propped herself up on her elbows and couldn't help a small chuckled as the lump under the sheet moved slightly.

Phil pulled the sheet over his head as he locked eyes with her. "Does it feel good baby; do I make you feel good?" Phil mumbled against her skin before giving her another lick as he slipped a couple of fingers into her tight channel. He thought there had to of been some way that he stretched her out every time they had sex, but it was no use she was always so tight around him.

"Always – always you; only with you." Sydney moaned into the air as she could feel him picked up his pace. "Baby you're going to make me cum." She warned.

"Oh I was planning on that. I'm thirsty and I need a drink baby; you're the only one who can quench my thirst." Phil admitted audibly before his tongue dove back into her body as she moaned out. "C'mon baby, give it to me; give it all to me." Phil coaxed.

Sydney could feel her thighs shaking as she dug her heels deeper into the mattress and her pelvis lifted to be closer to his sinful mouth and the ministrations he was performing on her. "Oh God Phil."

"You wanna cum for me baby?" Phil asked and watched as she nodded and moaned again. Phil's fingers curled inside of her body hitting the right spot as his teeth gently scraped against the bundle of nerves and nub. Listening to her scream out his name as her head flew back and her thighs tightened around his head. Phil felt her juices rush from her body and into his mouth. He wouldn't dare miss any of it. He drank from her body as if he's been in a desert for the last hundred years.

Only when she stopped quivering did he lift his head before he crawled up her body letting his lips and tongue glide along the curves, before situating himself between her thighs. Her legs automatically came up and her knees were pressed against his sides as her feet rested on his naked backside. Phil grabbed her wrists in one of his hands as he brought them to rest above her head. "I'm not done with you yet baby." He stated before he caught her lips and swallowed a scream that tore from her throat as he entered her body with a single thrust.

Oh no he was FAR from done.

Dark blue eyes looked around the house. He'd been through every scrap of paper, every old bill, every old bank statement and even every check that was written and signed but NOTHING was giving him any leaves to Kira. She'd been missing from his life now for nearly a year. But for some reason he couldn't let her go; he wouldn't just let her leave his life.

The DEA was slowly closing in on him and his paranoia was stating to rule his life. If he didn't know any better he'd say his house had been bugged with mini cameras and microphones. They had been questioning him non-stop for the last six months but with no solid proof they couldn't actually charge him with anything and his commissioner refused to take his badge and gun without any evidence to show him being the one who broke into the evidence locker.

Mike stood in the doorway of his friend's home. He was paranoid and high constantly. The house hadn't been cleaned in almost 6 months. Dirty dishes piled a mile high in the sink, dirty clothes scattered from upstairs to downstairs towards the laundry room something that looked like Jack had attempted to do laundry but got side tracked. It was easy to get side tracked when he was snorting thousands of dollars' worth of cocaine up his nose on a weekly basis. The commissioner had yet to take his badge and gun because he didn't want to give away what they already knew.

Jackson James was flying high 24/7 and had even caught him red handed as he put out an APB on his ex-girlfriend saying she was wanted for a triple homicide. The commissioner had all but blown his stack when Mike pointed it out. They were sure to call the surrounding law enforcement agencies that they knew Jack sent the bulletin to and let them know it was a fake and a farce. They kept the flyers up around their squad room, but informed anyone who wasn't a 'buddy or pal' to him that they were null and void.

"Jackson, what the fuck are you doing buddy?" Mike asked as he walked further into the house. He watched as Jack rifled through a filing cabinet drawer as he mumbled and talked to himself for a few minutes.

"It just doesn't make sense. I don't understand. We were engaged; why would she just up and leave out of the blue. She left in the middle of the night when I was on the night shift like a thief. I don't get it. I made her happy. We were really happy." Jack mumbled as he looked up at his partner.

Mike shook his head. If this was what it was like to be fucked up 24/7 he was glad he never got a taste for drugs. "Jack, you've got to let her go. It's been almost a year. She has moved on…it's time for you to move on too." No sooner had the words left his mouth than Jack barreled toward Mike and slammed him against the wall as he squeezed his hand around his throat. He squeezed Mike's throat harder and could feel himself trying to claw Jack's hand from around his throat, but he was 10 feet tall and bulletproof when he was this high.

"She is MINE! She is my property she belongs to me and she will forever. I have to find her and bring her home. She's been a naughty girl and needs to be punished. Now you can either help me find her or get the fuck out. Either way I'm bringing her home." Jack stated in a deadly tone.

Jack let go of his friend and scoffed as he coughed out trying to catch his breath. "What happened to you partner you used to be tougher?"

Mike couldn't believe what had happened and what Jack had just said. He laughed out a fake chuckle. "I guess I'm just getting sappy and soft in my old age man." He slapped Jack on the back. "Don't worry man, we'll find her." It was now imperative that Jackson NEVER find Kira. The only way they would keep him from her was to throw his ass in prison for the rest of his life and keep Kira in Florida where Jack didn't know where she was.

It had been a week since Kira had gotten her tattoos. She was fully healed and was happy to show them off when she would go to the beach with Roman or even over to his parents for their weekend BBQ/pool parties.

Roman was glad she'd been taking her shirt off to show off her tattoos. He would growl a little when he noticed guys staring at her, but couldn't help but go all caveman and protective over her. It was just the kind of man he was.

After having a few conversations with Melissa and Elsa as well as Sydney; it seemed as though Kira was the only one not being invited on the road. She was getting more curious with ever conversation. Apparently they'd been on the road with the guys a few times since they'd all started dating; Sydney had gone on the road before with her brothers and dad when she was younger, but even now Phil would ask her to go. She knew she should obviously ask Roman why he never asked her to go on the road with him; but she couldn't bring herself to ask him yet.

But it was all about to come to a head.

Kira smiled softly as she entered the house through the back door. She hadn't seen Roman for two weeks. He'd been on the road with no days off between of scheduled signings, photo shoots, radio interviews and TV appearances. She couldn't wait to see him. As she walked through the kitchen she could hear the sounds of Call of Duty blaring through the surround sound speakers in the living room.

She leaned over the back of the couch in an attempt to kiss Roman's check but as soon as he saw her out of his peripheral vision he moved. "C'mon babe, I'm trying to do something here."

A frown marred her face. "Sorry…" She whispered softly as she pushed away from the couch and walked around it and sat in the corner and looked a Roman. She watched as he grumbled and growled and jerked the controller around. He was in a definite bad mood and she wasn't really sure what to do for him or how to fix it. They'd only been technically dating for 3 weeks, but she'd never seen him like this before and he never moved away from her when she initiated kissing; in fact he was always for it when she started it.

Roman glared at Kira. "What are you doing here? I thought you had to work?" He asked in a snappy tone not realizing that every look and every word spoken was cutting Kira to the bone.

"Matt let me off early because he knew you were in town for your days off." Kira stated softly. The look he gave her she couldn't even describe it if she wanted too. "Roman, what's wrong?"

Roman sighed heavily as he paused the game and looked at her again. "Nothing's wrong I'm just tired and trying to relax on my days off." He all but growled at her. He was being short with her and already felt like an asshole for doing it but for some reason his brain wasn't letting him revel in the way his heart flipped at her tough or kiss. He'd missed her so much for two weeks and now he was being a dick.

"Well you asked me to come over and now I'm here and clearly there is something wrong. So what gives?" Kira asked as her hands stayed in her lap while her eyes stayed on him. She watched as he tossed his game controller onto the coffee table and it bounced across and fell over the opposite side to the floor and she couldn't help but jump at the clattering noise it made. She watched as he stood from the couch and practically stalked into the kitchen. He wasn't getting away that easy as she stood and followed him.

Kira stood in the doorway and watched as he grabbed a bottle of beer and twisted the cap off, threw it in the sink before he took a long swig. He turned and faced her and the glare was back on his face. "So that's it? You're not going to talk to me? I spoke to you yesterday and you couldn't have been more thrilled with seeing me and now that I'm here you're acting like…You're acting like you did when we first met."

Those words stung and pissed him off. "If you don't like it maybe you should leave." Roman growled as he threw the beer bottle against the fridge and the glass exploded all over the room.

Kira bit her bottom lip as she felt tears pricing the back of her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you Roman? You told me you wanted me here and now that I am; you act like you don't want me here now. Make up your mind or tell me what I've done to upset you. Whatever it was I'm sorry." She didn't know why she was apologizing; she couldn't remember doing anything, but maybe she had without realizing it.

'God Roman stop being a dick she just apologized to you and she didn't even do anything.' Roman's brain screamed at him. "Just go home Marie."

Kira flinched at the name; knowing it was his ex-girlfriend and she was suddenly aware of his foul temper. She was stuck in his head. Matt had told her a long time ago about Marie being with him for just being famous she didn't love him; she never loved him. She went on the road and would talk to all the other WWE superstars and management backstage while Roman was in the ring. She was just using him a stepping stone. Now she was figuring it all out. It was why Roman hadn't invited her on the road with him yet.

Kira watched as Roman started to walk around her. "That's why you haven't invited me on the road isn't it?" She turned and saw Roman had frozen in his spot. She watched as he turned around and she swallowed hard. "Because of her; because of Marie." Kira shook her head. "I'm not Marie, Roman. I'm nothing like her. When I came into your family's life I didn't even know who you were or what you represented to the pro-wrestling world. I knew nothing about the Samoan dynasty or the WWE. I was waiting for you to ask me to go with you. To show me what it was like for you to be in your element and be happy doing what you love to do day in and day out, but still nothing. And you just calling me Marie was my wake up call."

Kira pulled her keys out of her pocket. "You're not ready for a girlfriend, because you can't get over the one who broke your heart; the one who used you and walked away from you." She shook her head at him. "I was so ready to give you all of me. Because you did things for me that no one has ever done before." She blinked as tears cascaded down her cheeks. "I'm not Marie and I never will be."

Kira walked out of the house as her heart shattered inside of her chest. She was fairly certain it would never be whole again.