Chapter 11 – It Will Rain

Wicked blue eyes gleamed as he watched the big man grip her hips as he powered in and out of her body like a piston. The fact that he shouldn't be watching but was; was enough to feel the crotch of his jeans get deliciously tight. The way her tight little ass bounced off her man's pelvis like a coiled spring. God she was such a beauty with her dark purple locks and dark violet eyes, her dangerous curves and tight little body. He knew he was jealous of the man that was pounding into her velvet heat but he would get his chance.

It seemed like fate was on his side when the apartment building across the street from hers was available for rent; almost too good to be true. And the fact that he had a ring side seat for every hair pulling, pussy eating, deep throat dick sucking, wall fucking fuck session between the couple was the icing on the cake. The more he watched the more he wanted and the more he wanted the more he could actually envision himself doing all those sexual immoral things to her and her to him.

His eyes twinkled as he watched as big man grabbed both her elbows and yanked her up to her knees with her back against his chest. His left hand gripped her hip as his right hand switched back and forth between tweaking her already puffy nipples; he was happy he'd purchased the binoculars they were so good they could see the whisker burn around them from the man's facial hair. He could almost bet she wore that like a badge of honor.

He was completely intrigued with everything he was watching; licking his suddenly dry lips as her lover's hand slid down the length of her body before disappearing at the apex between her thighs. She moaned a little louder as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth; he could see her pushing back against her boyfriend's body practically begging for him to plow into her at an insane rate.

He watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her mouth dropped open as her boyfriend sank into her body. Yup it was the triple whammy orgasm moment.

It was wrong to keep watching as they both took a bathroom break.

But he did.

Baron walked out of the bathroom and saw Amora standing in front of the bedroom window; he walked up behind her as he wrapped his arms around her. "What's on your mind beautiful?" He asked softly.

"I still feel like I'm being watched. It started a couple of weeks ago backstage at the Rumble. I swear I'm not crazy. I just feel like I'm being watch when I'm at home now and when I'm on the road." Amora confessed.

Baron kissed her neck. "Don't worry babe, I'll protect you; always."

Amora could already feel her body heating up again. Simple touches, kisses all of it made her crazy for him. They would exhaust themselves and sleep the following day away. Amora moaned out softly as she felt Baron pushed her naked breasts against the window as he slowly sheathed himself in her body once more.

The night was not over by a long shot.

He could feel hot flashes taking over his own body and he wasn't even the one delving into her heat.

Not yet at least.

Jillian was trying to get her breathing under control as she floated down from heaven.

She was glad she invited Dean back to her place for their days off. Tonight was a good night. It had started off with dinner and dancing and ended when she and Dean had decided to take the leap into sex. Except he'd gotten too cocky and kept her wrists trapped in one of his huge hands and wouldn't allow her to touch him until they body cam HARD.

Dean's chuckle pulled Jillian from her thoughts as she smirked as she suddenly threw her leg over Dean and sat straddling his lap. Jillian smacked Dean in the chest. "ASS! I know you held onto my wrists on purpose." Jillian growled as she leaned over as she placed feather soft kisses up his jaw to his lips. "I should completely torture you, for not letting me touch you. I waited for months to touch your naked body and you just kept me from it; your ass is so mine later." Jillian slid from bed as she walked into the bathroom and stopped as she reached the doorway and looked over her shoulder at him. "Maybe...If I let you touch me later." She teased as she disappeared in the bathroom kicking the shower on.

Dean smirked and didn't think twice about chasing her in the bathroom, stepping inside the shower. He whipped her around, hearing her squealing, and kissed her soundly. Loving how her body melted against him, Dean already knew there would be many rounds to come that night, but now it was time to slow down and thoroughly explore her. Taking the loofa sponge, Dean bent down as he slowly ran it up her beautiful leg, in absolutely no rush, smiling up at her through those clear blue eyes. Dean ran the sponge up her other leg, brushing her sex purposely, and began the torturous process all over again as he turned her around, nipping at her beautiful ass.

Jillian spun around as she put her hand under his chin and slowly pulled him to stand up as her long leg came up between them and she slowly pushed him all the way to the back of the shower. Jillian smirked. "Uh huh, I didn't give you permission to touch me. In fact I could've sworn I was putting your ass on lock down for that little stunt a minute ago in bed. Of course just because you can't touch me; doesn't mean I can't touch you."

She took his hands and pushed them to his sides. "Keep your hands to yourself - and you won't get hurt." She giggled; her soft hands slowly trailed from his hands, pasts his wrists, up his forearms, up his biceps to his shoulders, the whole time making sure the warm water cascaded his muscled arms. Her fingers lightly went over his collar bones, to his neck, where she reach up and rubbed her nose against his, but didn't kiss him. She gripped his shoulders and turned him sideways towards the shower door and then turned him again so his back was to her. Her hands slowly went around to the front of his chest as they slowly slid down letting her nails graze his little pebble nipples, as they went down his sternum, to his stomach; trailing down further to his hips, never touching anything he REALLY wanted touched.

Her hands slid to the sides of his hips and up his love handles, as Dean raised his arms and hands, one hand planted on the shower wall; the other gripping the top of the shower door. Her erotic sense of touch played hell all over his skin. She placed soft kisses along his shoulders and along the span of his back while running her finger tips in soft patterns all over his upper and lower back.

Dean was in utter HELL, knowing he couldn't touch her, though he didn't regret how he'd made love to her. Her touch was pure torture and he loved it, he could stand to be tortured by this woman for the rest of his life. He watched as she ducked under his arm as she moved around to the front of his body once more. Dean never took his eyes from her as she continued her torture; her fingertips brushing down his rock hard chest and abs, down lower past his love handles to his strong powerful thighs. Dean groaned from low in his throat when she suddenly grabbed his shaft in her hand, stroking it, already rock hard just by the sensuality of this dance. His breath nearly gave out when she smirked up at him with those evil hazel eyes, his eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head when she fully took him in her hot and willing mouth. It took every ounce of willpower NOT to touch her, especially when she swallowed a couple of times and deep throated him.

Jillian giggled at the groan that the deep throat incited from him. She swirled her tongue around the head of his shaft and deep throated him one more time for good measure. Jillian pulled back as she stood, she smirked as she pushed up and kissed his lips softly and turned the water off. She stepped out as she wrapped a towel around her body.

"I really hope you learned your lesson. Don't make me put you on lock down again because I promise next time it will be WORSE - and I don't make promises I can't keep." She went to walk away, when she poked her head back in the shower. "You can breathe now Mr. Ambrose." As she threw her head back laughing and walked back into the bedroom.

Jillian giggled again; Sweet Revenge!

Dean heard that. "EVIL!" He growled from low in the back of his throat, so loud he KNEW she could hear him in the other room. He stepped out of the shower, after dousing himself with ice cold water, and stalked straight in the bedroom area. He stopped Jillian from putting panties on and ripped her towel away, his eyes blazing with passion as he captured her lips again.

"I'll show you lock down, babe." He growled huskily in her ear and stopped her from protesting when his finger probed her wet sex. She was ready for him and Dean's lips found hers, guiding her down on the bed, ensuing another round.

Jade eyes looked out across the quiet city. She couldn't sleep again tonight. Some night she felt like she could FEEL the chemicals and poisons of the chemotherapy were zipping through her veins. Tonight apparently was no different. She was standing on the balcony of her apartment after her chemo treatment earlier that day she normally slept through the remainder of the day, but insomnia was winning out.

Lizette sighed softly as she looked at the time on her cell phone and it was just going on 3 AM. She was semi surprised when she heard a knock on her front door.

"Who the hell is that at this time?" She asked to no one in particular. She walked back into the living room and to the front door. She eyed the peep hole before she unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Roman its 3 AM what are you doing here?"

"We need to talk."

Lizette nodded slowly as she stepped aside and watched as Roman walked into her apartment. He shed his black leather jacket and set it on the chair as he turned to face her. "Please come sit down."

"Roman what's going on, you're scaring me." Lizette stated as her wide jade eyes watched as he offered his hand to her. She swallowed hard as she took his hand and let him led her to the couch. Roman's grey eyes locked with her jade as she chewed her bottom lip and slowly sank down into the couch cushions.

Lizette watched as he paced the living room for a few minutes before he ran the palms of his hands down his jean covered thighs. Something was definitely up with him. He finally walked over and sat down on her coffee table with her knees between his legs. He exhaled heavily; he was battling. She sat forward as she grabbed Roman's hands. "What is it?"

Roman stopped fidgeting and let out a big breath. "I'm so sorry for everything Lizette. I know I royally fucked up everything between us."

"Wow…This is the talk isn't it? You're going to finally tell me what the hell happened." Lizette stated more than asked. She watched as Roman licked his lips before he nodded; his eyes dancing between hers. "Okay I'm listening." She squeezed his hands.

"Through everything that happened I've always maintained it was my fault. I know I was an absolute dick to you that morning after my surgery. I never imagine an old football injury would take me out at the highest peak of my wrestling career. My parents stressed to me for years and years I should get the hernia taken care of, but every time I started to I had something else come up and I couldn't make the time for it." Roman shook his head.

"The shit I said to you that morning was unforgiveable and completely ridiculous. I should've just sucked it up; I should've been a man about it. I-I was a few weeks from giving this to you." Roman fished in his jean pocket and handed a little black box to Lizette.

Lizette furrowed her brow as she looked at the black box. "This had better not be what I think it is Mr. Reigns or you are going to really piss me off."

"You know exactly what it is. I was waiting until your birthday but as you can tell the injury came first and then I blew everything between us." Roman stated in a low voice.

Lizette blinked as she stood up and pushed Roman's leg out of the way as she walked half way to the front door before she turned back. "So you're telling me you were going to ask me to marry you?" When Roman nodded his answer Lizette scoffed. "And at what point did you go from wanting to marry me to not wanting to be with me at all?"

Roman stood up. "It wasn't like that Lizette."

"Really because you could've fooled me. You wanted to marry me. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with me…at least at one point you did otherwise you wouldn't have bout this." Lizette threw the box at Roman and watched it hit him in the chest before it fell into his hands. "Suddenly you have an old injury flare up and it forces you to get the surgery you've always needed and yea you'd be out for 10 weeks but you turn into the biggest asshole on the planet." Lizette shook her head. "Why - just answer that one question…Why did you change your mind?"

"I was – I was scared. This stupid hernia bullshit hit hard and it hit fast! I was completely unprepared for it. I never meant to hurt you that morning; the minute you left I regretted every word I said; then I went through physical therapy and trying to re-condition my body to get back to the ring and I was terrified it would happen again. How could I ask you to marry me when I didn't even know if I still had a future in the company – let alone a job? I already had one failed career in the NFL and then a second in the CFL. I couldn't hack it in football. How could I ask you to be mine forever if I couldn't provide for you or if we had kids?" Roman stated as he looked down at the box.

"I know it may be stupid and I might sound like a coward, but I already had to step down from the one career because I couldn't even provide for myself. If I asked you to marry me and I didn't have a job to even go back to; I would have nothing to show for all the training in FCW and NXT. I would be a washed up pro-football player and then a washed up pro-wrestler. You deserved better than that. You deserved to have someone who could provide you with everything you would ever want and need in life. You deserved a husband who wasn't some failure as an athlete."

"Roman I never cared who your family is. I know that fuckin Samoan pride of yours is what REALLY got you into this whole mess. Because you were scared of letting down your father and uncle and every other damn Samoan wrestler in your family. But you had something to show for it. You had me. You've always had me since day one. I don't care if you're a football player or a wrestler or some fuckin garbage man who starts work at 6 am and comes home smelling like a dumpster; work is work and whether you get a shit load of money because of a WWE contract or minimum wage because of a regular 9 to 5 job – I still loved you for you."

Roman shook his head. "I wasn't scared of letting down my family Lizette. I was scared of letting you down."

"You already did." Lizette blinked as angry tears slid down her cheeks. "You already let me down. The hateful words you spewed at me – making me leave that day when all I wanted to do was be there for you. You forced me to leave. Then I spent the next 12 weeks going through the worst time of my life alone. Don't get me wrong I love your sisters, brother and parents for helping me through it, but the one person I really wanted there; the one person I NEEDED there wasn't, because he was too busy being a huge jackass. And it doesn't matter who was here by my side for every chemotherapy treatment or who held my hair back while I puked. I felt ALONE and you let me."

Roman started to walk towards Lizette as she backed up. "Roman, leave." She couldn't even breathe the same air as him or listen to anything. She understood the fear of the unknown when it came to injuries in the WWE. But she wanted to be the one to ease his fears and tell him he would bounce back and be fine and he never ever gave her the chance to try to soothe him.

Roman sighed heavily he knew he had this coming. He grabbed his jacket as he watched Lizette open the front door. "I'm going to make this up to you. I don't care how long it takes. I'm going to fix this and you will be my wife."

"Not tonight…"

Lizette watched as he left before she closed and locked the door. She leaned her back against it as she slid down the door hugging her knees into her chest; she let the tears of heartbreak, anger and pain take over.

She could only hope Roman was a man of his word.