Chapter 5

The next morning found the Shield and their angel in another gym; working hard to keep their form. Joe and Syd were bench-pressing weights while Colby and Jon spotted them. The four of them seemed in good spirits to anyone who happened to be looking on…for now.

Syd noticed Jon's eyes wander around; a curious look on his face when gym trainers began to hustle members out of the facility. "What the hell is going on?" he asked once there were just Superstars and Divas left in the gym.

"Haven't figured that out yet huh?" Syd huffed out, pushing the bar of weight off of her chest. "That would be my brother swinging his dick and wallet to secure time with me since he can't be seen around you three and I refuse to leave your side," she gritted out, placing the bar back in the cradle. "Speaking of the spawn of Satan, here he is now," she waved a hand in her brother's direction when he and Dave walked in the door a few minutes later.

"Doesn't that make you a hellspawn too?" Colby asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, Pup, but I currently use my powers for good. When I end up in hell, I'm guaranteed the throne and Randal will be my underling, a minion, an errand boy, a…hey bro, what's up?" she smiled pleasantly; a serene look on her face even as the Shield did their best to hide their laughter.

"I just came to workout with my sister. What are they laughing at?" he eyed her companions with a narrowed gaze; his attention returning to his sister when she stood up.

"Just the benefits of the dark side of the force," Syd waved him off before wrapping her hand around his bicep. "Ready to hit the ring?" she asked; leading him off when he nodded his head.

"Hey, fellas," Dave smiled at the three of them; all watching the Orton twins run the ropes to warm up.

"Dave," Joe nodded at him; trying to be civil with the veteran.

Jon crossed his arms over his chest; choosing to ignore the Animal while Colby was blissfully unaware of his presence while he focused his attention on the twins' ring work.

"Okay, I have to throw this out there," Colby blurted out with a raised hand. "In my head, I've always thought Randy's move set was a thing of beauty; poetry in motion but never wanted to say aloud because I was sure you fuckers would harass me over it," he scowled at his chuckling friends.

"We definitely would," Jon laughed; rubbing the sting out of his arm from the swat he just received.

"Are you saying that Randy is pretty?" Joe asked with a raised brow.

"No, ass, I'm saying the way he moves is pretty," Colby fired back.

"I think that is worse," Jon laughed with Joe when their friend got more flustered.

"But look at that," Colby held both hands out towards the ring. "There is a chick Orton using the same move set with the same fucking skill and I can finally say it; that is fucking hot," he grinned while watching Syd stalk Randy across the ring.

"She is pretty fucking hot, isn't she?" Dave smirked while keeping his eyes on Syd.

Jon instantly bristled when he saw the look in Dave's eyes but it was Colby that cleared his throat and rounded on the man. "No one is denying that Syd is a beautiful woman, Dave, but I was referring to their fucking skills, how fluid each move is and how in sync they are. And just so we're perfectly clear, I don't appreciate you eyeing her like a piece of fucking meat," he hissed out in a higher tone.

"Is that right?" Dave chuckled at the younger male's hostility and crossed his big arms over his chest when he faced him fully.

"Yeah, that's fucking right," Colby spat with pure venom in his chocolate eyes.

"Look here, boy, I've known that girl since you were jerking off in your childhood bedroom, hoping not to get caught by mommy and daddy. You don't get to tell me how to eye her or address her," Dave poked a meaty finger into Colby's chest and slid his eyes to the Samoan that restrained him and the volatile Ambrose. "If I want to call her a fine piece of ass that is my business…" he drifted off when Joe's eyes darted over his shoulder and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh Dave…" He inwardly groaned upon hearing her voice and the clicking of her tongue before he turned to face her. She had a fake smile plastered on while her obsidian eyes harnessed her fury. "You should know this piece of ass is used to someone that can perform…and longer than a few shitty minutes before they gas out. Girls talk about conquests too, Dave, and you've been voted number one…in lack of endurance and a warning to keep fresh batteries around. Now get your fucking ass in the ring so that I can make sure you don't pass out while you wrestle my boys," she narrowed her eyes; crossing her arms under her breasts.

"Would that be all three or just the one you're fucking?" he chuckled lowly; stalking around her towards the ring while she was left to hold back all three.

"Chill the fuck out," she stepped into Jon's chest; cupping his cheek in her left hand while reaching across Colby to grab Joe's wrist. "I've been putting up with this shit longer than most of you have been in the business. Give me a few minutes and we'll blaze, big man," she reassured Joe; who nodded angrily before trying to calm Colby. "Jon, don't start anything," she stared into his angry icy blues.

"He's an asshole!" he growled; chest heaving with barely restrained anger.

"I know he is," she took his face between her palms; forcing his eyes to hers.

"He knows about us. What if he tells Randy?" he sighed with a furrowed brow.

"I don't give a shit if he does," she shrugged; a devious grin on her face. "Be right back, handsome. I'm going to tell my brother we're leaving and I won't be home again this week; and then we can get out of here. You three are too pissed to stick out a training session with that prick around," she patted his cheek lovingly with a soft smile before heading to the ring.

"What's going on, Syd?" Randy hopped down from the apron, shooting a wary glance back at Dave when he caught the look of hatred in his sister's eyes.

"We're leaving," she scowled at Dave before turning her attention to her brother. "And I won't be home this week either."

"Why?"

"Vince has given us a bus and I'm flying out to meet the driver. I'll be checking it out while he drives me to the next house show."

"All by yourself, Syd?" Dave grinned while he paced the ring.

"Fuck you, Dave!" she snapped; lunging forward before her brother caught her arm and pulled her a few feet away.

"What the fuck is going on with you, Syd?" Randy hissed at her; grabbing her shoulders and staring down into her eyes.

"You know, Randal, you're my fucking brother! Why don't you ever side with me? I have backed you despite all the stupid shit you've pulled throughout your life; no matter how much I despised it. I was always there! Why don't you try backing me for once without thinking I'm overreacting and jumping my shit? If you can't do that for me, brother, then stay the fuck out of my way!" she pushed him back and strode over to her boys; the four of them headed towards the door.

"Syd!" Randy shouted at his sister until she was gone from sight. "What the fuck did you say to my sister?" he growled, turning towards Dave with hard steel eyes.

The drive back to the hotel was quiet and Sydney could feel the tension surrounding her. "Okay, you guys, I can't take this shit anymore. Someone better talk before I crank up country music as punishment for making me uneasy," she leaned forward across the console between Joe and Colby, reaching for the tuning button before Joe's big hand clamped down on her forearm.

"You know that would be a punishment to you too," he slid his eyes down to her smiling face; fighting the grin tugging at his mouth.

"I know but you saved me from self-destruction," she leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh when he patted her head. "Your turn, Pup," she glanced at Colby; seeing his jaw tick with anger. "Talk to me, Colbs," she placed a hand on his bulging bicep, giving him a slight tug. "Please," she whispered when he gave no response.

"That motherfucker pissed me off talking about you like that," he finally gritted out of clenched teeth.

"I know he did, Pup, but that was his goal. You need to work on not letting him get to you. As we've discussed before, you know perfectly well that I've never had any personal interaction with anyone on the roster…until now," she shot a glance over her shoulder at Jon. "That isn't going to change; Jon is an exception, the only exception to my rule, and Dave being a tacky bastard will get him nothing but a swift kick to the nuts…by me. I appreciate you being defensive and standing up for me but keep your head about you. I can get away with more shit than you can," she winked at him; planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"I'll try, Syd, but I make no promises," he smiled brightly when she ruffled his hair.

"That's all I ask, Pup," she grinned; leaning back in her seat and looking at Jon when he laced his fingers through hers. "You ready to fly out to pick up the Shield mobile?"

"I'm ready; where are we headed?" he asked, pulling her into his side.

"Chicago."

"So are you going to tell me what her relationship issues are? It would help if I knew what I'm walking into," Joe asked Colby while they waited to board their flights home.

"She's got some major daddy issues, that's for sure. I know your dad never did your mom wrong, bro, but you got lucky. He wasn't around much but at least he was faithful. Apparently Bob didn't care about his vows; much like Randy forgot about his and it pissed off Syd something fierce. I think she has actual hate for her brother for fucking around on Sam…" he stopped in mid rant when Joe raised a hand.

"Colbs, take a breath before you pass out and keep your voice down," he glanced around, making sure no one overheard their conversation.

"Point is she hates cheaters and don't get me started on how little she thinks of her mom and Sam for putting up with their husbands cheating on them. Syd just doesn't believe we can have normal relationships, Joe," Colby sighed, staring down at his lap while he ran through his thoughts. "I told her its part of the reason I haven't proposed to Leigh yet. She felt really bad after I told her that but the truth is I've held off because I see it myself. We're not cut out for a normal relationship; not many of us make it work, and the rest of us either sleep around or marry in-house now."

"I have the same fears, Colby. I've been engaged for a really long time and keep dodging setting a date," Joe said in a somber tone. "But we can't think our futures are going to fail just because so many of the others' have. We're entitled to live our dream and have love too. That includes Jon and Syd," he smiled softly at his friend, getting a small laugh out of him when he nudged his shoulder with his own.

"Can you imagine those two, man? They would be the most dangerous couple on the planet," Colby smirked, shaking his head when Joe chuckled.

"Little Orton!" he called out; olive eyes shining with a big grin on his face. "How have you been, Syd?" he asked, hugging her tight to his chest before holding her at arms' length.

"I've been great, Phil, and I see life outside of the E is treating you well. You finally dropped that luggage under your eyes," she tilted up his chin, taking in his healthy color and light mood. "You look about ten years younger," she smiled, eyes sparkling as she looked her friend over.

"It is like having a new lease on life, sweetheart. Just wait until you walk away from the carnival," he grinned, wrapping an arm across her shoulders.

"Are you saying I look old and worn out?" she scowled up at him, letting her frown fade when he shook his head laughing.

"You know better than that, Syd. You always look amazing," he pulled her into another hug, glancing up when he heard a low growl. "Jon, what are you doing here?" he asked, holding his hand out to exchange a handshake with the man.

"I travel with her," Jon shook Phil's extended hand with his right and wrapped his left loosely around Syd's bicep, pulling her back to stand beside him.

Phil darted his eyes between them, studying them for a moment and smiled when he saw Jon lace his fingers with Syd's. "I see," he nodded with a raised brow. "Interesting development, darlin," he smirked, telling her with his eyes that they'd discuss it later. "Shall we go get the Shield Mobile?"

"Syd, Jon, this is Frank. He'll be driving you across the country and I hope you treat him as well as I did," Phil introduced them to his long-time driver, watching as they exchanged handshakes.

"We spoke on the phone and I guarantee I'm way nicer than Grumpy here," Syd bumped her hip into Phil, getting one hard enough in return to bounce her into Jon. "As I mentioned, there are four of us and we tend to travel right after the shows so we can sleep in the next morning. We also schedule our flights in to land as close together as possible so you won't be sitting around waiting on us. Matter of fact, this one here and I will probably be arriving at the same time since we're both coming from Vegas," she explained, not seeing the surprise on Jon's face.

"You live in Vegas?" he asked; cocking his head when she gave him a short nod. "How come we're never on the same flight?"

"Because she and Randal fly by private jet, man," Phil answered for her. "Perks of being an Orton," he shrugged; throwing up his arms when she swatted at him. "It's true, your highness; no need to get violent," he laughed, quickly pinning her arms to her sides, standing flush to her back.

"You don't need to make me sound like a stuck up bitch, Phil," she pouted.

"You're definitely not stuck up, sweetheart," he chuckled in her ear before she stomped on his foot. "Shit, Syd!" he grabbed his midsection when she elbowed him once he let her go. "Babe, save me from this crazy chick!" he yelled out when April emerged from their building, laughing at the sight of her man hopping on one foot while rubbing his sore stomach.

"That is one crazy chick even I won't mess with Phil," she giggled, rushing up and hugging her friend. "How was your flight? And what are you doing with him?" she glanced at Jon with a smile.

"Our flight was fine considering I had to rub elbows with the peasants," she arched a brow at the laughing Phil before shifting her gaze to the seemingly uncomfortable Jon. "He's with me," she winked at the surprise in his eyes before reaching out to take his hand. "You're not a dirty secret, Jon," she said softly, running a hand through his curls before tracing it down his cheek.

"Not like it wasn't glaringly obvious when you marked your territory at the airport, man. Only way it could be more obvious is if you actually lifted your leg," Phil chuckled; shouting an instant later when April and Syd jumped on him. "Good, control your woman!"

"Come on, Kitten, stop beating on the old man," Jon rasped in her ear when he pulled her back into his body, crossing his arms over her midsection.

"She's my age, fucker," Phil laughed at the blush on Syd's face while he hiked April up on to his back.

"Looks like we're both cradle robbers then, asshole," she stuck her tongue out, tilting her head a moment later when Jon latched his teeth onto the side of her neck.

"Be a good girl," he rasped into her ear, feeling her melt into him while subconsciously rubbing her ass over his cock. "I said behave and I'll take care of that kitty soon," he whispered into her ear, darting his eyes back when April excitedly clapped her hands together in front of Phil's face.

"Another company couple! And you're so cute together!" she said happily.

"Take it easy, babe," Phil whispered to his fiancée when he saw the instant sobering effect it had on Sydney and the flash of sadness in Jon's eyes. He'd known Syd for a long time, even having her as his physiotherapist for a while before he left the company, and knew the woman had never been in a relationship in all the time they knew each other.

"So Frank, did they gut this thing like I asked?" Syd turned to their driver, keeping her hands over Jon's.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded his head with a smile. "And I'd like to thank you for hiring me on," he held out his hand, gently shaking hers again.

"Phil had nothing but high praise for you and anyone he likes, I tend to like as well. None of this ma'am stuff though. It's Syd or Sydney," she gave him a small smile before rolling her eyes when Phil began laughing.

"She's all sweet and innocent now but just wait, man. See!" he pointed at the finger she flipped him.

"Jon, he's making me out to be the devil when we clearly know it's him," she mock pouted up at him, batting her long lashes to sway him to her defense.

"We all know the truth, Kitten. He was a bad influence on you," he kissed the side of her head while she beamed a triumphant grin at the other couple. "What are you two doing today? I planned on taking a day of fun with my hellcat here and going to Great America. Do you want to tag along?"

"Six Flags? I'm going to put on my bikini!" April shouted, hopping off of Phil's back and racing into their building.

"I guess that's a yes," Phil smiled at Jon.

"We'll take the bus and Frank can join us in the park. Come on in when you're ready," Jon nodded at his friend, leading Sydney up the stairs into their new and improved ride. "Thanks, man," he nodded at Frank when he passed them, carrying their luggage to the master bedroom in the back. "Fuck, Kitten, this is amazing," he said in awe as he stood near the rather spacious kitchenette with a long lounge area running off of it.

"Plenty of space to sprawl out," she plopped down onto the soft brown leather sofa. "That is obviously our bathroom," she called out to him when he opened the door to disappear inside.

"The shower is large enough for two," he wagged his eyebrows at her when he re-emerged and moved on to the bunk area. "The guys will love this. They are big enough for Joe to fit," he pulled the privacy curtains back into place before glancing at her when she laughed softly. "You know the master is ours, Kitten," he gave her a knowing look, taking in her nod before he wandered back, passing Frank in the aisle. "Come here, woman," he called out to her, waiting until she came up behind him before turning, grabbing her ass and lifting her, walking them into the bedroom. "We'll be breaking this in real soon, baby," he growled out against her lips, taking her mouth in a possessive kiss while flopping down onto the bed with her. "Right now, your sexy ass needs to put on a bikini, a tank and some shorts so we can go play," he stretched his leg back, kicking the door shut while pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside.

"Do you plan on dressing me, Tiger?" she gasped out, sliding her fingers through his hair when he pulled the lace covering one breast down and scored her nipple with his teeth.

"Definitely going to help you undress, baby," he groaned, rubbing his scruffy cheek over her sensitive flesh before taking her other nipple between his teeth. His hands made quick work of unfastening her jeans and tugged them down her lean hips while his mouth continued to lavish attention to her breasts. "Fuck, Kitten, you're wet as sin for me," he gasped for air after skimming his fingers along her damp folds.

"Want you, Jon," she moaned; arching her back when he slid two long digits into her tight heat.

"Yeah, no chance in hell I can say no to that, Precious," he growled out, taking a step back to pull her jeans and panties off before unfastening his jeans and pushing them down to his knees. "You look so fucking sexy, Kitten," he smiled while he ran his gaze over his beauty. She was naked except for her bra that was pushed up to expose her breasts. Her long hair was splayed around her head, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust, breathing through parted lips while her legs bent at the knee on the edge of the bed. "I can't get enough of you, Syd," Jon said breathlessly, taking hold of her hips and lifting her ass off the bed just high enough for him to enter his personal heaven.

"It's about time. I was going to send a search party but April saved us all the embarrassment when she heard you growl and Syd's voice go up more octaves than I thought was possible," Phil laughed at Jon's cocky grin and April giggled into his chest while they lay sprawled out on one of the long leather couches.

"Oh shut it," Syd groaned at her friends, emerging from behind Jon with one of his wifebeaters on over her black string bikini. "Fuck, he wore me out. Maybe you should have sent a search party," she sighed, dropping down on the next section of the couch.

"Yeah, that is a visual I can live without, thanks," he laughed at her before glancing around the bus. "Did you leave any of the original shit in here? I don't even recognize this thing anymore," he asked while he took in everything he could see.

"Just the shell," Syd grinned, moving forward so Jon could slip behind her before scooting back into his chest. "I made sure they gave a Viking funeral to your bed too. No way my naked ass was touching the battlefield where all your swimmers went bravely to their demise," she shuddered, feeling Jon laugh behind her.

"Hey now, I wasn't that bad and you two had only been onboard for five minutes before you christened the new bed," Phil pouted, pulling April in a little tighter.

"It was two minutes. He talks during not before," Syd burst out laughing when Jon poked her sides. "Want to see the biggest improvement I made on this thing?" she asked her lover before glancing at Phil and April; all three nodded and she reached over the back of the couch to press a button.

"What the fuck?" Phil said curiously when the back of the couch began to move backwards, extending the cushioned seats as it went until it finally came to a stop. "Holy shit, Syd," he gazed behind him, seeing an extra four feet between where they were lying and the back of the couch, making it into a California King-sized bed that happened to be wide enough to fit at least eight people comfortably.

"I figured if we wanted to comfortably watch movies or if Colby and Joe wanted more room than the bunks allow then this would suit their needs. It also eliminates my need of the massage table when caring for you three when we're on the road," she smiled impishly at Jon; who just couldn't stop smiling at her before he pecked her lips and forehead, pulling her into his chest to rest his chin on top of her head.

Phil smirked while watching the couple before glancing down at his smiling fiancée.

The first thing Jon called out upon entering the park was The Goliath. He wanted to ride that rollercoaster with Syd and was impatient to get to it as fast as possible. The more detours the foursome took from getting there, the more his impatience grew.

"Why are you in such a hurry to get on The Goliath? It isn't going anywhere," Syd asked while the two walked hand-in-hand in front of Phil and April.

"It's on my list," Jon whispered in her ear, smirking devilishly when she pulled back with wide eyes.

"We're hitting The Goliath!" she called out to their friends, walking with purpose and dragging Jon along in her haste.

"There are plenty of rides between here and there," Phil shouted back to her.

"I don't care; ride them if you want, we're doing The Goliath now," she grinned up at Jon.

"They're up to something. We have to check this out," Phil chuckled, kissing April on the forehead while they followed their crazy friends.

"We're taking the front seat!" Jon directed Syd into the car and sat beside her, placing his right arm around her shoulders.

"There's no way I could sit in the front and see that drop coming," April said with a shudder, latching on to Phil's arm when he sat next to her.

"That's because you're normal, baby. These two are slightly out there," he pushed the backs of their heads, busting out laughing when they both flipped him off.

As soon as the waist restraints were locked into place and the ride attendants moved off to prepare for their car to start, Jon slipped his left hand between Syd's legs, moved her bikini bottoms to the side and darted two fingers into her pussy while his thumb started a steady rhythm on her clit.

"Syd, are you okay?" Phil asked when his friend tossed her head back and stiffened like a board.

"Oh fuck yes," she hissed, earning a chuckle from Jon.

"Open your eyes, Kitten," Jon rasped into her ear, his fingers finding that special spot inside of her and pushed against it constantly while his thumb flicked her nub. "I want you to feel every click of this track under us while this car goes up 165 feet and hangs us there for a second before we take that dive, and then I want you to cum all over my fingers, baby. Will you do that for me, Princess?"

"Yes, Jon," she nodded shakily while she kept her eyes on the track ahead of them; moaning when his long fingers repeatedly hit her g-spot.

"I want your sweet kitty's cream all over my fingers so I can lick them clean and keep your taste in my mouth while we're here. You gonna give me what I need, baby?" he asked; biting down on her earlobe with a soft growl.

"Yes, Jon," she keened breathlessly. Jon had sufficiently wound her up in line, waiting on their turn. The man was a master at subtle touches and seductive whispers that already had her on edge before they took their seats. Now Syd watched that track, going up that hill and felt every nerve ending sensitize while that burning fire in her abdomen began to spread. It all came together as each tick on the track was a click off her internal clock that signaled the end of the line; her Jon-induced orgasm.

The top of the ramp was within sight when Jon glanced to his left before sliding his gaze back to his heavily gasping beauty. "Ready to give me what I crave, Kitten?" he whispered in her ear five feet from the top. She shakily nodded while staring straight ahead, her body already starting to tremble. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth when their car halted at the top of the ramp; Syd staring down at that long drop before he whispered, "Cum for me," right when they raced down the hill.

"JON!" she screamed out; face contorting in pained bliss.

"That's my girl!" he chuckled, kissing the side of her head while his fingers rode her through her climax. By the time they hit the tunnel, Jon was happily sucking her juices off of his fingers. He kept her held tight to his side when their car turned upside down and laughed at the satisfied calm on his lady's face while April screamed bloody murder behind them. "Ready to go, Kitten?" he asked her once the car returned to the platform; reaching between her legs again to fix her bikini bottoms, and they slowed to a stop. She nodded and took his hand, taking an unsteady step before he pulled her into his side.

"You okay, Syd? You look a little shaky. Was it too much for you?" Phil asked while he held a shaking April close to his side.

"It was fucking perfect, Phil," Syd smiled a big lazy grin while Jon chuckled.

"I'll be right back," he told her, moving her to stand on Phil's free side.

"Where are you going?" she called out to his retreating form.

"To buy the still shot of our expressions when we came down the drop!" he laughed when her mouth fell open and a deep blush colored her cheeks.