The kitchen is full of people by the time we get back in there. "Way hey Mox!" one of the guys say as we walk in. I smirk and kiss his cheek before heading over to the girls, who are stood with a few more girls. "So" one sneers at me. "You're the warm up act for one of us later are you? Impressive show you put on in there. Could hear Mox moaning from downstairs when we got out of the car. You need to let someone else have a go darling, he was still moaning his ex's name from what we heard." I smirk. "Warm up act?" I ask, grabbing another whiskey. Lipstick smiles. "She means that she doesn't think Mox will go home with you" she says. "Oh, right" I say. "Known for that, is he? Screwing one girl then leaving with another?" The new girl nods. "Ok" I say walking to her and smiling. "So, what does the fact that I've screwed him twice since we've been here say?" "Somebody is in for a good time later" she says smiling and running her fingers through her hair. I smile. Her eyes grow wide and I feel arms go around my waist. "Hey you" he whispers in my ear. "Hey yourself, Mox" I say turning around to look at him. The new girl is watching me closely. "So" he says taking a sip from one of the bottles he has in his hand. "What do you say to coming back to the hotel with me later? Carry on what we started?" "Mox" I say looking up at him shyly. "We started, and finished, twice." He smirks. "But baby" he moans. "I'm Mox, I can go all night." He walks me backwards and pushes me against the cupboards. "Feel that?" he growls. I move my legs and he stands between them, groaning and lifting me up onto the counter. I hold onto his shoulder to stop myself falling and he smiles. I pull him towards me and kiss him softly, smiling when he moans and deepens the kiss. "Haven't you two had enough?" Drake yells. "Judging by the bulge in Mox's shorts, no!" Jake yells. "She's not the only girl here Mox" the new girl complains. Dean chuckles but keeps kissing me. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. He sticks his thumb up and Jake laughs. "Hey Mox" he says. "You're not fucking in my kitchen! Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you, one very horny Jon Moxley, and his, well, equally as horny, and very beautiful ex wife Torrie." "What the fuck?" Drake yells. "Mox you sly fucker! Trust you to be married to the hottest girl in the fucking place!" Sami laughs. "Told you you were a sexy momma Tor!" he yells. I pull away from Dean and laugh. "Baby number two if you're not careful" Sami warns. "I ain't got a problem with that" Dean growls, kissing me again. "You're giving birth to the next one Jon" I warn. "Fine" he moans before kissing me again. "I think we need to leave doll. I just want you naked beneath me." I nod and kiss him before sliding off the counter. "Been nice catching up guys" he says grabbing my hand. "I'm off to take my time with my wife." Drake and Jake shake his hand as he pulls me out of the room. "Ex wife" one of the girls moans. "I can't believe she's his ex wife." I shake my head and follow him out of the front door.
As soon as we're in the hotel room he shuts the door and pins me against it. "I love you" he whispers. "I love you so fucking much Torrie." "I love you too Jon" I moan as he rubs himself against me. "How the hell can you be ready to go again? Don't you need to rest?" He chuckles as he pulls the string for my bikini top. "Rest?" he asks, looking me in the eye. "I'm Jon Moxley. I don't need rest." "Moxley huh?" I ask, biting my lip. "Well, that's a shame, cos right now, the only Jon I want to be with is Jon Good. I love that man so much." He looks at me and smiles. "He loves you too doll" he moans. He starts kissing my neck and moans as my phone rings in my pocket. "Ignore it" he moans as I take it out. "I can't" I say quickly. "It's Michelle." He stops kissing my neck straight away. "Well answer it" he says walking to the bed and sitting down, looking at me expectantly. "Hey Chelle" I say, answering it and putting her on speaker so he can hear too. "What's up? Woah! Is that Dessie?" "Yeah" she says quietly. "I'm really sorry to call you Tor but we can't settle her. We've tried everything." "It's ok" I say, nodding at Dean. "She does this sometimes. Put me on speaker by her." "Ok done" she says. Dean frowns at me. "She's never done this for me" he says. I smile. "That's because you're her papa and she knows you" I say kissing him. "Destiny Mae, hey sweetie, hey momma's poppet." She's calmer instantly. "Nice one Tor" Roman calls. I smile. "No problem Ro" I say. "She in her crib?" "Yeah Tor" Seth says. "Ok" I say. "Get ready for the miracle cure." "Miracle?" Dean asks. I nod and wink at him before singing Let It Go down the phone. "Thank you" Michelle whispers when I finish. "I've got one sleeping baby and two crying men to deal with now, any tips?" "Yeah" I laugh. "Go to bed, they'll cry themselves to sleep!" She laughs. "Thanks again Tor" she moans. "I'm sorry I had to call. Oh, how did Jon's fight go?" "Yuck" I moan. "Blood everywhere, most of it his. It was so not just a little bit of blood mixed with sweat!" "It's all good Chelle" Dean pipes up. "Went one round in the ring then two rounds in the bathroom with the wife. Ow! What did you slap me for? Do it again! I liked it!" "Too much info Ambrose!" Michelle laughs. "They've calmed down now, so we'll leave you two lovebirds to round three. Speak to you tomorrow." I say bye and hang up.
"Damn boy you talk too much" I moan throwing myself on him. He laughs and catches me easily. "And what would madam like me to do instead?" he asks. "Shut up and kiss me" I moan. "And get those clothes off!" He growls and strips quickly. "Your turn" he says, lying on the bed and watching as I pull my shorts off slowly. "Doll you're fucking killing me" he moans, pulling me to him. I smile and cuddle in to his chest. "Have you noticed" I ask finally. "We haven't had so much sex in one go since, well, possibly our wedding night. It's always been once here and there." He nods and kisses me. "Night ain't over yet doll" he says softly, rolling onto his side and looking at me. "Ding ding, round three" I moan, kissing him and pulling him onto me.