Chapter 24

"Are you gonna answer that?"

Roman pointed at Dean's cellphone using his chin. It was ceaselessly vibrating on top of the booth's table and he could see Renee's name, number, and picture on the screen. Dean pressed reject and took a long swig from his glass of bourbon.

"Why should I answer her calls? She's not Emilia."

Roman took a sip from his own glass of bourbon before putting it down on the table. He thought about what he was going to say next and how to say it in a way that won't offend Dean.

"Speaking of Emilia... Do you plan on telling her about Renee?"

If it wasn't Roman who asked him that question, Dean would've gotten angry and flipped over the table. But Roman was his brother and they had each other's backs.

"I want to, but things are going great between us. I don't wanna screw it up."

Dean took his phone to check the time. It was almost midnight and Emilia still hasn't shown up. SmackDown was long over and he texted the bar's address to her twice. He slammed his phone down on the table.

"Better you screw it up rather than someone else," Roman said. "I'm surprised Renee hasn't spoken to Emilia about you and her."

Dean suddenly realized how complicated things were with Renee and how fragile his and Emilia's relationship were. He pounded his fists against his forehead and then slammed them down on the table. The glasses and his phone jumped a little off the table while Roman just blinked, already used to how Dean acts.

"I've been too busy fantasizing about what could be that it didn't cross my mind how shitty things actually are. Thanks man, I needed that."

Roman nodded and took his glass of bourbon.

"You're welcome. You're my brother, Dean."

Dean took his own glass of bourbon and raised it.

"And you're my brother, Roman."

Dean smirked and Roman returned it. They clinked their glasses and drank its contents.

When the clock struck one, Dean stopped expecting that Emilia would show up at the bar. Roman left him at midnight, saying that he felt tired and needed to go to get some rest. Dean insisted that Roman should leave and he can wait for Emilia by himself. When Roman was gone, Dean ordered more drinks for himself.

He emptied his glass and checked his phone - no calls or texts from Emilia and a couple from Renee. He texted Emilia a couple of times and called her but she wouldn't pick up. At first he didn't thought of it as anything but the longer it was taking her to get to where he was, his head came up with possible scenarios with what could've happened to her.

Instead of allowing his thoughts to get the best of him, Dean decided to go to the hotel. He had a little too much to drink but he was far from drunk. He took a cab to the hotel and he spent the entire duration of the ride calling Emilia. She didn't pick up once.

When Dean got to the hotel, he got inside the elevator and pressed the number of the floor where the hotel room that he shares with Emilia was on. The second the elevator doors were open, Dean got out and ran down the hallway until he reached his and Emilia's hotel room. He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, surprised to find it unlocked. He went inside the room and locked the door.

Dean saw that the lamp on the nightstand was turned on and the curtains were closed. The bed was neatly made and the pillows were arranged into a horizontal line near the headboard. Everything looks the same when he and Emilia left it hours ago. When he sat on the bed, he was startled to see Emilia sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room next to the TV.

"What the fuck, Emilia? How long have you been sitting there?"

Dean asked Emilia as he stood up from the bed and walked towards her. Her legs were crossed and there was something rectangular on the floor that she was staring at. She took it and handed it to him. With the lamp being the only source of light in the room, he couldn't see what she was giving him. His hand touched the wall and when he felt the switch, he pressed it, lighting up the entire room. When he looked at what Emilia was holding, Dean felt like the world had stopped spinning.

After staring at the black and white photograph of him fucking Renee from behind on a bed, Dean's eyes looked into Emilia's. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were flushed. Tears escaped the outer corners of her eyes and trickled down her face.

"Was she a good fuck, Dean?"

Emilia said in an alarmingly calm voice. Dean was stunned for a few seconds; he never thought he'd hear her cuss. He found it unnerving and strangely attractive at the same time.

"Where'd you get this? Who gave you this?"

Dean asked. Emilia stood up and threw the photograph at him.

"Answer my fucking question, Dean!"

Emilia screamed irritably and sobbed. Dean tried to hold her in his arms but she walked past him. The anger inside of him exploded but he wasn't angry at her. He forcefully grabbed Emilia by her sides and pulled her to him. She should've felt scared but she didn't. This time, she was prepared for the pain and physical ones hurt her less than emotional ones.

"She's good but she's not you."

Dean confessed. Emilia expected him to scream at her but he didn't. He looked and sounded so sincere that she almost regretted acting the way she did. But she felt hurt and betrayed and foolish; she couldn't just give up the fight.

"Get your hands off me, get out of here! I want you gone!"

Emilia said through the tears. She was punching his chest hard and instead of doing what she asked him to, Dean held her closer to him. Eventually she got tired of throwing punches at him and placed her hands on his chest as she cried continously. Dean took a deep breath and hugged her tight.

"I'm sorry, Emilia. I was going to tell you about Renee and me, but I wasn't sure when because we're finally happy."

Dean explained. Emilia pulled back and pushed him away.

"Fuck you, Dean. If you don't want to leave, I will."

Emilia said and went straight to the door. Dean rushed after her and grabbed her by the waist. She screamed and demanded to be let go. She stopped protesting when he pushed her against the door. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her into place. His right hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back using it as his left hand cupped her right cheek.

"You're not leaving me again, Emilia. I'm not letting you."

Dean's thumb brushed the tears away from Emilia's cheek. She sniffed.

"Do something to make me stay then."

Emilia said with a shaky voice. Hope and desperation replaced the anger inside of Dean. Emilia was trying to move but her soft curves were no match against Dean's hard muscles.

"Let me show you what I can do."

Dean answered before kissing her. The touch of his lips against hers was enough to make her stay. He took his hand off her hair and held her face with both hands. She kissed him back, surrendering to him. She brought her hands up to his hair and tugged on some of the strands, causing him to bite her lower lip. She gasped and he swiftly slipped his tongue inside her mouth. His tongue urged hers to carress his by brushing against it repeatedly, earning him a moan from her and he grunted when he finally felt her tongue against his.

Dean brought his hands down to Emilia's firm ass and squeezed it gently. Taking it as a signal, she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto him tightly. They kissed passionately as he carried her to the bed. He carefully laid her down on the mattress and brushed his lower half against hers as he placed himself on top of her. Her hands went to the collar of his leather jacket and went underneath it, trying to get it off. He took it off without breaking their kiss and threw it on the floor. His hands found the hem of her black collared shirt and pulled it up. She pulled back from him and raised her arms so he could get her shirt off her torso. He tossed her shirt on the floor, joining his discarded leather jacket. He resumed to kissing her as his hands fondled her breasts through her lacy black bra. She moaned as her hands slipped under his shirt. He pulled back again to take his shirt off and continued kissing her. Their kisses were no longer gentle, it was now wild - tongues tangling, teeth colliding, biting.

Eventually, Dean's lips went to Emilia's neck, placing open mouthed kisses and sucking occasionally on her skin, leaving hickeys. She was trying to undo his belt but with his lips on her neck, she found it hard to concentrate. Minutes passed before she was able to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. When he was able to take his pants off along with his shoes, his hands went under her and unclasped her bra. He pulled down the straps and snatched the material off her body and threw it over his head. She watched him plant kisses on her stomach before grabbing her breasts and caressing them. She threw her head back and pushed his head down with her hands when she felt his mouth sucking on her right nipple and his left hand massaging her other breast. She moaned as he repeatedly flicked his tongue against her hard nipple. He did the same to her other breast. She was a moaning mess and he wasn't even inside of her yet.

Dean stopped minutes later to look at Emilia. The bright yellow light highlighted her best features and the shadows made them stand out. She looked even more perfect. His intense gaze made her feel exposed, so she covered her breasts with her arms. Dean shook his head and took her hands, pulling off her arms from her chest.

"You don't need to cover yourself, baby. You're beautiful."

Dean said as Emilia bit her swollen bottom lip. He was aching and throbbing for her and wanted nothing else but to be inside of her but he wanted to take it slow and make her feel comfortable. To him, this was making love, not fucking. It wasn't just about him, it was about them.

His fingers slipped under the band of her lacy black panties and he slowly pulled the slinky garment down. She found it hard to breathe as she watched him remove her underwear with half-lidded eyes. Dean threw away her panties and parted her legs, revealing her wet pussy. He subconsciously licked his lips before looking at her eyes.

"I'm going to kiss you down there. Do you want me to?"

Emilia responded by nodding her head several times, since she couldn't speak from the anticipation. When she finally felt his tongue on her, licking her slick hole first before going upwards to her sensitive clit, she moaned loudly, forgetting about everything and just focusing on the pleasure that he was giving her. He did it for a couple of times before he slipped his right index and middle finger inside of her. She gasped and moved her hips towards his fingers. He pumped his fingers slowly in and out of her at first to see how she'd react. When he saw her reacting the way he wanted her to, he picked up the pace.

Just when Emilia felt like she was going to burst, Dean withdrew his fingers from her warm wet core. Emilia rose up a bit from the bed, feeling breathless and dazed.

"Why did you-"

Before Emilia could say anything more, Dean got back to his feet after kneeling to kiss her on her lips. She tasted herself on his lips and she got more aroused from it.

"Patience is a virtue."

Dean said with a smirk.

"It is."

Emilia agreed. She laid back down on the bed as Dean got off it. She looked at him as he took his jacket from the floor. He took his wallet out from the inside pocket of it and looked for the condom that he always had in it. When he found it, he got on the bed and positioned himself on top of her. He brought his boxers down and his hard cock sprung free. He felt relieved while Emilia felt nervous. Dean stroked himself and rolled the condom on. He kicked off his boxers and it landed on the floor without a sound. He lowered himself on her and pried her legs apart. The tip of his clothed cock brushed against her clit and he groaned. Her eyes slowly closed as the pleasure took over her. His tip brushed against her sensitive bud several times before he finally slipped inside of her. Emilia winced as Dean brushed a strand of hair away from her face. He only had a half of an inch of himself inside of her but it was enough to hurt her so much. Dean noticed the look of anguish on her sweaty face so he stopped moving.

"Should I stop?"

Dean asked. Emilia quickly shook her head.

"No. Keep going, please."

Dean didn't have to be told twice. He took Emilia's hands and held them tightly, squeezing them once before bringing her arms up to her sides. She squeezed back as she felt more of him going inside of her. She felt so full and that's when she knew that he was all in.

Emilia moaned when she felt Dean withdrawing his member. She felt him throbbing while inside of her. Dean found it hard not to pound her hard and fast from how tight and wet she was. He went in and out of her at a slow, agonizing pace for him, which he saw that she enjoys.

Emilia half-gasped and half-moaned when Dean thrust himself inside of her a little harder and faster. He'd hit the right spot and as much as she wanted to beg him to do it again, she couldn't speak because she was paralyzed from the pleasure. Seeing her reaction, Dean did it again and again and before Emilia even knew it, she reached her high. She thrashed underneath him and squeezed his hands as she screamed out her orgasm. She had little time to recover because Dean's thrusts sped up, wanting to attain his high, too. A few more thrusts later, they both fell off the edge of desire.

When Dean was able to recover from his overwhelming release, he pulled out of Emilia and got off the bed. Emilia turned to her left side and took the blanket from under the pillows, putting it over her naked body. She heard a door opening and when she looked at the direction of the bedroom, she saw Dean coming out and then reaching for his discarded boxers. He put it on and joined Emilia under the blanket.

"Are you staying?"

Dean asked as he looked at her in her eyes, trying not to stare at her body. The sight of her perfect body was enough to make him hard again. Emilia felt the apples of her cheeks getting warm.

"After that, I don't think I have the strength to leave."

She laughed and so did Dean. Both of them started talking about everything and nothing. They talked about how it was them against the world and maybe things are tough now, but it'll all be okay in the end.

Author's note: I know I say this a lot but I'm so sorry if it took me so long to update this. And also, for not warning you about the smut. Actually, I'm not sorry about that because 1) you've already seen the rating of this story and 2) who doesn't like Dean Ambrose smut? I think the only thing I'm sorry about the smut is how poorly written it is (in my opinion), ugh. I don't write smut a lot but I do read a lot of smut, hahaha. (It totally helps!) I guess you could consider this an early Valentine's Day present from me to you. Anyway, did anyone else got feels when Dean pulled Roman to him at Royal Rumble? I did! And oh, can we please stop talking about reality (i.e. Dean and Renee dating or not dating in real life) in the reviews? I created this story to get away from reality and take others with me. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and subscriptions! Here's the list of songs that I listened to while writing this chapter:

Tracy Chapman - Give Me One Reason
Florence + The Machine - Addicted to Love
Kings of Leon - Closer
LIONS - White Angel

Due to midterms, I think I won't be able to update this story anytime soon, but don't lose hope; this story has come so far and I'm not gonna give up on it. Just bear with me.

C x