Thursday morning. A field somewhere in Cincinnati. Crew rushing around setting up the ring, and the barriers. "You ok out here Tor?" Dean asks, kissing my head. I nod. "Sure" I say. "I'll give them a hand, set up some seats or something." He nods. "Ok" he says. "I'm gonna head back to the truck, catch up with some of the guys, find out what's happening." I nod. "I don't wanna leave you" he whispers, kissing me softly. "You look freaking amazing." "Jon" I say kissing him back. "It's a bikini top and shorts. I've worn it before, and I'll wear it again no doubt. Now go work." He kisses me once more then hurries back to the trucks.
"Need a hand setting up?" I ask a guy. He looks at Dean's CZW hoodie around my waist and nods. "Sure" he says. "Set those chairs up would you?" I nod and start putting them out around the barriers. I set up the timekeepers area and he frowns at me. "You seem to know your way around ringside" he says, leaning on a barrier. I smile. "Kinda used to it" I say. "I wrestle a bit." He nods. "If you're after a job, this ain't your scene" he warns. "This ain't all pretty girls and scripts." I smile. "I know" I say. "I've seen DVDs." "And you still came here?" he asks. I grin. "Yeah" I say. He laughs. "I'm Jake" he says holding out his hand. I smile and start to shake it. "Crist!" someone yells from the back. He groans and shakes his head. "Maybe I'll catch you later" he says winking. "I'll put in a good word for you." I smile and nod as he heads back to the trucks. I watch him go then shake my head and carry on setting up the seats.
"I missed you" Dean growls in my ear. I grin and turn around, kissing him softly. "I missed you too" I whisper. "Jon fucking Moxley" a voice says. Dean laughs and turns around. "Jake fucking Crist" he says shaking his hand. Jake looks at me and winks. "What's up Mox?" he asks looking at Dean. "Heard you were back. What happened? Your dream job at WWE not work out? Woman trouble?" Dean puts his arm loosely around my waist, pulling me towards him. Jake notices and smiles. "So you've met our new wrestler chick have you?" he asks. Dean smirks and nods. "Thought you'd be off women by now Mox" Jake goes on. "Word on the circuit is you got married, got divorced and had a kid. Surprised you stuck with the same woman for long enough." I look at Dean and he shakes his head. Jake smirks. "Yeah hun" he says nudging me. "Mox is a player. You want stability, you better stay away from him." I nod. "That true?" I ask, looking at Dean. He winks. "Uh doll" he says running his hand through his hair. "You know how it is, right?" Jake grins. "Yeah" he says. "Maybe you should ask his ex wife." Dean chuckles. "Great idea Crist" he says, turning to look at me. "Maybe you should ask her." I nod, eyeing him warily. "Can I borrow your phone to call her?" I ask. He frowns but hands me his phone. I smirk as I scroll through his contacts. "This one?" I ask, showing him the number. He nods and I hit dial. Seconds later, my phone rings. "Ah damn" I groan, pulling my phone out of my pocket. "Excuse me guys, the ex husband is calling me." Dean can't hold it anymore, he breaks down laughing. "Awesome babe!" he says kissing me as I cut the call off. Jake frowns at us. "This is your ex wife?" he asks slowly. Dean nods. "Yup" he says putting his phone back in his pocket. "Ex wife, mother of my daughter, love of my freaking life. Problem, Crist?" Jake shakes his head. "She said she's a wrestler" he says. Dean nods. "She is" he says. "A fucking good one too. Divas champ. But anyway, I'm gonna take her back to the hotel for a few hours, catch you later bro. I hear we're having a hell of a match tonight." Jake nods, smirking. "Oh it'll be one to remember alright" he says, winking as we walk off.
"Fucking gold doll" Dean says as we head back to the car. "His face! I'm gonna pay for that tonight though. Kinda gotta fight him." I smile and stop walking, pulling him to me. "Well" I say kissing him softly. "What do you say, we have our own little practice match at the hotel? A stipulation match." "Name it" he says huskily. "Ok" I say kissing him again. "Winner comes second." He looks at me and smirks. "Oh doll" he moans. "It is so fucking on!" He grabs my arm and pulls me to the car. I lean against it as he finds the keys. "Fuck" he moans, standing in front of me. I bite my lip and look up at him. "I love you so much" he whispers, dipping his head down to mine and kissing me. I moan as he reaches behind me and grabs my ass, pulling me against him. "We need to go" he finally says, breaking the kiss. "You're gonna win and we ain't even at the hotel!" I smile and get in the car, putting my seatbelt on as he runs around and gets in the drivers side. It takes seconds before we're out on the road to the hotel.
As soon as we're in the room he attacks my bikini top. "This has driven me mad all morning" he groans, pulling on the strings. I smile as he pulls it off, leaving me stood in just my shorts and converse. I watch him as he looks me up and down, before pulling him to me and attacking him with kisses. He picks me up and walks us backwards to the bed as I undo his jeans. He pulls them off with his shoes before pulling my converse off and lying on the bed with me. "Well hello" he says before taking one nipple in his mouth and pinching the other. "Fuck!" I hiss, arching my back off the bed. "Stop" I moan. He looks up at me in shock. "Stop?" he asks. I nod. "You're too dressed" I moan. He grins and pulls his shirt over his head before undoing my shorts and pulling them down. "Now we're equal" he whispers huskily. I shake my head and slide his boxers down, smirking as he hisses when my hand brushes the front of them. I throw them on the floor and he grins. "Oh really?" he whispers, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of my underwear and sliding them down gently, kissing his way down my body. He throws them on the floor and kisses his way back up my legs, pausing and putting my legs over his shoulders. "Remember doll" he says. "You come, you lose." And then he begins the delicious assault with his tongue, driving me crazy.
"Stop holding out on me Tor" he begs, looking up at me. I shake my head. "Maybe you're just not as good as you think you are, Ambrose" I tease. He growls and while he's distracted I flip him onto his back. "My turn" I smirk. "You come, you lose." I dip my head and take him fully into my mouth, watching as he grips the sheets, the headboard, the pillows, and finally, my head. "Oh dear fucking god" he moans. "Problem, Ambrose?" I ask sweetly, licking all around the tip as he watches me through half closed eyes. He shakes his head. "No problem darling" he drawls. "Well, no problem that you sitting on, and riding the fuck out of that cock wouldn't solve." I smirk and straddle him, positioning him just right. "Like this, Ambrose?" I ask, sliding down on him slowly. "Sweet Jesus, Torrie!" he moans, grabbing hold of my hips. I put my hands on his chest and start to move slowly as he controls my movements, gripping onto my hips tightly. He starts to move me faster and harder, and I know I've got him. I lean back and rest my hands on his thighs. "Oh fuck yes!" he moans. "Fuck me Torrie!" He puts his hands behind his head and watches as I bite my lip as I move. "Jon" I moan. "I know doll" he moans. "Trust me, I fucking know. Oh fuck Tor, you've got me. Fuck!" He grabs my hips again and pulls me down onto him harder as he spills inside me. My world explodes around him seconds later.