Chapter 11
"Morning," Jon kissed the top of Syd's head when he felt her stir awake.
"You've never been a morning person. In fact, you're worse than me," she shifted her head from his chest to his shoulder to glance up at him; her brow furrowed despite the fact that her fingers stroked his soft chest hair. "What's up with you, Tiger? Why so cheerful? And where's my coffee?" she mock-scowled when he laughed.
"I love waking up to you and I set the timer on the maker. I just didn't want to wake you up by moving you off of me to get you a cup. If you'd get that fine ass up, we can get your daily fix in you before we go workout and get on with our day. Now up, Kitten," he swatted her ass, chuckling when she gasped and then narrowed her onyx eyes on him.
After the couple got their morning caffeine intake, they showered together, threw on their workout gear and left Jon's condo. "Where are you taking me, Tiger? Do you plan to off me and bury me in the desert?" she asked while glancing out the window when they hit the outskirts of the city.
"No, baby, I'm taking you to where I workout when I'm not with the rest of you," he lifted their joined hands from the gear shift, brushed a kiss across her knuckles and settled them back in place. "I run out here and do a little more cardio while I enjoy the quiet. I think you'll enjoy it and I want to share it with you," he smiled softly, keeping his eyes on the road before he finally pulled over and parked. "You ready for this, sweetheart?" he turned his bright blue eyes on her.
"Yes, my Prince," she beamed; not remembering a time when a man ever made her feel so special.
Jon watched Syd stretch her legs while he added some leg weights before they set off. The two ran in comfortable silence; enjoying their surroundings and the pleasant morning breeze. He loved that about her; that she wasn't one of those women that felt the need to talk all the time. They could co-exist without having to fill every moment of silence with useless discussion. They got things done without having to exchange words. They read each other well; on most things, and have begun to tell each other the missing parts.
"So I was thinking," he broke the silence; meeting her eyes when they glanced at each other. "Maybe we could stop for breakfast and then head to your place to hit the pool?"
"You really want to do that? You realize Randal is there, right?"
"I can't ignore him, darlin. We work together, are in a feud and I'm dating his sister. Stands to reason that I have to face the man from time to time," Jon shrugged with a smirk; Paul's advice lurking in the back of his mind.
"Whatever you want, my Prince," Syd shook her head with a grin.
"What if I want to take you on the hood of the Jeep when we get done?" he asked a few minutes later; smiling devilishly while they jogged along.
"Like I said, whatever my Prince wants," she chuckled when Jon began to pick up his pace to the point where she had to chase him.
"You weren't kidding when you said they knew your name here," Jon chuckled; digging into his breakfast at Tiffany's Café. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Syd, smiling fondly when she softly sang along to the radio playing oldies in the kitchen, getting louder when their waitress, Angie, walked by and joined in. "You should sing more often, Kitten. Your voice is hot," he wagged his brows at her, laughing when she blushed.
"That's an idea. Why don't we invite the guys and their ladies out next week? Randal will have Alanna so he can watch over JoJo and all of us can hit a karaoke bar," she cocked her head, batting her eyelashes at him when he pulled a face.
"Holy shit, Colby was right. That look is kryptonite. Stop," he pointed at her when she pouted. "Fine but don't expect me to sing. Oh come on," he dropped his mouth open in shock when she took a shuddering intake of breath; appearing on the verge of tears. "You're fucking evil," he shook his head in amazement. "You win just stop with that look," he chuckled when her countenance instantly changed to a bright smile.
"Come on, Jon. That voice is so sexy just when you talk, I know it'll make me melt when you sing," she smirked, taking another bite of her omelet. "Just the thought of it is making me purr," Syd ran her hand up his inner thigh, cupping his groin in her palm.
"Fucking hell," Jon began to cough on a piece of bacon, taking a quick drink of orange juice.
"Are you okay, my Prince?" Syd patted his leg with a sultry smile.
"You'll be the death of me, woman," he shook his head, taking her jaw in his palm and placed a kiss on her grinning lips.
"Oh! I love this one," Syd began to sway in her seat when Magnet and Steel by Walter Egan came on. Jon couldn't help the smile on his face when her and Angie snapped their fingers and sang the intro. "Ooh ooh ah!"
He then took the initiative to sing the first verse with the girls singing the "Ooh" parts.
"Now I told you so you ought to know.
Ooh, it takes some time for a feelin' to grow.
Ooh, you're so close now I can't let you go.
Ooh and I can't let go."
Angie sat next to Syd, leaning her head against her friend's while they began the chorus. The girls really hammed it up; moving in sync with backup singers' hand movements while looking at Jon with admiration in their shining eyes. He was turning several shades of embarrassed and could barely keep it together to sing each verse.
(Syd and Angie) With you I'm not shy
(Jon) To show the way I fell
(Syd and Angie) With you I might try
(Jon) My secrets to reveal
(Syd and Jon) For you are a magnet and I am steel
"I can't hope that I'll hold you for long.
Ooh, you're a woman who's lost to your song.
Ooh but the love that I feel is so strong.
Ooh and it can't be wrong."
(Syd and Angie) With you I'm not shy
(Jon) To show the way I fell
(Syd and Angie) With you I might try
(Jon) My secrets to reveal
(Syd and Jon) For you are a magnet and I am steel
As they continued through the song, the diner patrons began to snap or clap along with the women, enjoying the entertainment. They were so wrapped up in their fun that no one noticed the group of young women taking photos of Jon and Syd. By the end of the tune, the three singers got a round of applause, making Jon blush and Syd and Angie point at him while saying "awww!"
"You've got yourself a keeper, Syd!" Angie bumped her shoulder into her friend, giggling when Jon kept his head down with a huge smile.
"I know, Ang. Just look at those dimples; and the body is to die for," she pinched his cheek, laughing when he shook his head in embarrassment.
"I'll see you two next time and maybe we can persuade him to serenade us again. He's good for entertainment," she placed their check on the table and patted Jon on the back.
"You don't need to tell me that," Syd winked at her friend, waving when she moved to another table.
"I got this," Jon grabbed the check when she made a move for it.
"Are you sure?" she asked and got a nod in return. "Okay, I'm going to run to the restroom before we head out," she stood and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before wandering down the hall.
The instant Syd was out of sight; Jon was set upon by the group of fangirls, asking for autographs and photos. The man could handle a crowd like a pro but once he was faced with squealing girls, he tended to feel awkward and uncomfortable, especially now since he was devoted to one Sydney Orton. He glanced back for her, hoping she'd return to save him from this and sighed, resigned to his fate.
When Syd emerged from the hall, she found Jon surrounded by girls; each of them hanging all over him or pawing him while one of their friends snapped a photo on their phone. The surge of jealousy was completely unexpected but not the insecurity; that feeling she knew all too well.
"Excuse me, ladies," Angie stepped up once she saw the look on her friend's face. "We tend to have a lot of celebrities dine here and like to ensure their privacy while they eat. It is considered proper etiquette, after all. If you want autographs or photos, I suggest you wait until they leave the establishment and catch them outside," she directed them towards their table or the door with a nod of thanks from Jon. "You should leave through the back door, Jon," she said, once the girls grabbed their things, walked outside and hovered by the door.
"Thanks, Ang," he nodded with a relieved sigh.
"You ready?" Syd asked, grabbing her bag from the floor.
"Yeah, let's use the back," he ushered her towards the rear entrance, draping an arm across her shoulders and pulled her into his side. "You okay, Kitten?" he asked when he felt the tension in her body.
"I'm fine," she smiled tightly, nodding her head.
Jon felt an uncomfortable vibe off of Syd during the drive to her house and had no idea how to address it. Syd had always been ruled by turbulent emotions and; since their relationship began, softer and gentler ones but he felt like she closed her self off now. He didn't know what he did wrong or how to fix it and elected to reach over and hold her hand while he drove her Escalade in silence.
A knot of nervous tension formed in his gut when he thought of losing her. He had waited so long for her to be his. He couldn't lose her now.
"I'm surprised you remembered your way here after one time. The remote for the gate is there on your left," her voice broke him out of his thoughts and he hit the button on the dash.
"I remember everything about you, baby. I think Randy has company," Jon quirked a brow at the rental, glancing over to see Syd roll her eyes.
"If this is who I think it is, this visit just got way more uncomfortable for you," she frowned, getting out of the car once he killed the engine. She shouldered her bag, taking his hand and calmly led him into her home; coming across her brother and his best friend sitting in the den, nursing a few beers and catching up on DVR'd games. "Felix, what in the hell are you doing here?" she ran her fingers through his buzz-cut hair, shaking her head when he tilted his head back and laid his most dazzling smile on her.
"Why do you call Cena Felix?" Jon asked from behind her.
"Too many Johns in the damn company," she shrugged at him before turning back to her guest. "Answer my question," she nudged his head.
"Nicole's pissed at me," John mock-pouted.
"So what else is new? If she's not all over your dick, she's pissed at you," Syd rolled her eyes, chuckling when her brother groaned at her choice of words. "So keeping with your awesome track record of pissing off women, you decided to come here and hide away with your bestie; tossing back beer and watching sports, and neglected to ask me – the actual owner of this house – if you could stay?"
"But you love me, Peanut," John batted his eyes with a playful pout; pulling her head forward with one arm, tucked the other under her abdomen and flipped her over the back of the couch to land in his lap. "Admit I'm your favorite brother," he chuckled while he relentlessly tickled her sides.
"You're my favorite one in the room!" she giggled, squirming in his lap.
"I guess that's good enough," he sighed, letting her up. "What are you doing here, Good?" he asked in a pleasant tone that belied the look of scrutiny in his eyes.
"My girl and I just went to breakfast and decided to spend the afternoon in the pool; not like its any of your business, Cena," Jon held out his hand; Syd taking it, and drew her to his side.
"Okay, boys, let's watch the testosterone. The housekeeper gets pissed enough doing the floors. I'm going to change, baby. Be right back," she pecked Jon's cheek and wandered upstairs; laughing to herself.
Jon felt the tension rise in the room instantly. He stood, awkwardly, for a moment before pointing at the bottle in Randy's hand. "Got another one of those?"
"In the fridge; help yourself," Randy leveled his steely eyes on him and jerked his head towards the kitchen.
John didn't even wait until he was out of earshot before the comments began.
"Good is with Syd? Are you serious? When did this happen?" he rambled out.
"Yes, he's with her. I'm completely serious and right under your nose. You didn't notice how he's been all over her and she's been hovering more than usual at ringside?" Randy fired back, taking a sip of his beer.
"No, I didn't notice but then she's been holed away with the three of them nonstop since Phil split," John took a drink, glancing up when his team scored a shot. "He better not hurt her; if he does, hell will rain down on him," he frowned, turning his attention back to his best friend.
"Don't even bother waiting until I'm out of the room, guys," Jon walked back in, beer in hand. "For the record, I'd just as soon tear out my heart than to hurt her. It would be the same damn thing. If she frowns, I feel like shit so imagine how it would be if she's hurt. And another thing, I love her and the sooner you idiots get that through your thick fucking heads, the better off we'll all be," he gritted out, taking a deep breath to calm down.
"Give us a break, Jon. Everyone knows your track record with women," John fired back.
"You'll get bored with her sooner or later and move on," Randy added in with a dark glare.
"It is official. You both are as stupid as I've always thought. Man, I've been faithful to your sister months before we hooked up and I've loved her longer than that so don't judge me by my past. The two of you are the last people on this planet that should judge anyone by their pasts," he said in an even tone while his frosty eyes darted between them. "At least I wasn't married when I whored my way through women," he smirked; chuckling when both men glared at him, opening their mouths to reply when Syd's footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.
"Making friends, I see," she stood on her toes and kissed his soft lips before turning towards her brothers. "Get that butthurt look off of your faces. Everyone knows its true," she rolled her eyes, tugging on Jon's arm to lead him outside. "By the way, next week we're going to have a full house. Joe, Colby and their girls are coming to stay. Randal, you'll be on babysitting duty with Alanna and JoJo while we go out one night. Felix, if your old lady isn't riding your dick again by then, you'll be helping him," she winked, walking out the door.
"Fuck, I hate that guy," Randy grumbled once his sister and her boyfriend were poolside. "Now I'm babysitting one of his friends' kids while they go out and party!"
"I'm not fond of him either but I've never seen her take an interest in any guy before. She's shot down all the scumbags we knew were trouble and then some. The fact that she's with him might be saying something about the guy," John shrugged his shoulders, choking on his beer a second later when Syd stripped off her tank top. "Man, your sister is fucking hot," he smiled at his friend when he turned his venomous glare on him.
"She's my twin, man! That would be like fucking me," he snapped.
"Oh shut up, bro! You didn't need to ruin the fantasy! I'm pretty sure you wouldn't look that fucking sexy in a bikini, and you sure as hell don't get me hard when I look at you," John chuckled when Randy flipped him off.
"We both know that's not true, Cena. I don't know how many of our matches you ended up sporting wood," Randy chuckled, dodging the throw pillow John lobbed at him.
"Jon, stop!" Syd squealed when he tossed her over his shoulder and jumped into the pool. "You ass," she sputtered when he brought them to the surface with her cradled in his arms.
"You love me and you know it," he rasped against her lips, taking possession of her mouth before she could react to his words. He rearranged her in his arms, wrapping his around her back while she crossed her legs around his waist and they fell into their kiss. Jon backed them into the side of the pool; letting his hands wander over her cool flesh, loving the hitch in her breath when his palms skimmed over her nipples. "So beautiful, Kitten," he mumbled against her lips, retaking them when he slid a hand down to the juncture of her thighs. "My kitty is so warm, baby. Does she want me?" he asked, darting his eyes between hers.
"Always," she heaved out of gasping lungs while his fingers probed deep within her.
"That's convenient because I always want her," Jon rasped into her ear while he drove his hard length into her silky folds. "Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good," he held her close to his chest, pumping his hips into her. Maybe it was the desperation he felt when the thought of losing her entered his mind, maybe it was his need to show her how much he loved her; either way, he made sure to keep her as close as possible while he joined with her. He had to feel every little movement of every inch of her body against his.
"Jon…" Syd keened in his ear when an orgasm quickly crashed over her.
"That's it, baby. Let go for me," he growled out; clenching his teeth when she gripped him like a vise within her. "Oh God…I love you, Syd," Jon cried out when he released inside of her. "I'm not expecting you to say it back," he whispered into her neck, holding her flush to his body. "I'm saying it because I need to," he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, content to not move an inch from their current position.