Chapter 21

"You know, you should just move your sewing machine in here and work naked." Jon teased when they were done, busy zipping himself back up. He began laughing at Tressa's giggle, knowing they were breaking their own rules, but rules were meant to be broken.

When it came to her, he'd gladly break them all.

"Mmm tempting, very tempting, Mr. Intercontinental champion." Tressa teased back, pulling on her black slacks and he tossed her the light green polo shirt with the WWE logo. WWE had different colors in their polos and, ever since she'd been with Jon, Tressa no longer wanted to wear all black. Tabitha and Suzanne had been right, it truly was TOO depressing wearing all black ALL the time. "You know, I think we should go out and do something tonight to celebrate your victory instead of going back to the hotel." Her hand slid down his slightly sweaty chest, popping her digit in her mouth mischievously. "Unless you want to celebrate with me privately?"

"Wait, you want to go out?"

Jon raised an eyebrow, catching her hand, and brought it right back to his chest, feeling her palm spreading to rest over his heart. He had been noticing the changes in Tressa these last few months. It was hard to miss them when they were practically living together and when he was attuned to someone as they were with each other. They weren't bad changes, he felt like she was becoming more like her old self as well as a sort of new woman entirely. He knew her experiences, both the good and the bad were constantly shaping her.

"We'll go out, Kitten," He cupped her face between his hands, bending down to kiss her gently. "And then we'll have a private celebration, sound good?"

Her greys sparkled up at him, filled with so much happiness and life. Tressa didn't cry in her sleep anymore. She didn't cry hardly over Joseph or her unborn child anymore because Jon was a tremendous distraction. He was more than that and she knew it, deep down. Tressa wasn't ready to admit it out loud yet, but her feelings for Jon were building and she felt guilty for falling for another man besides her husband. She still could not take her wedding ring off. It wasn't for lack of trying either. Tressa felt like she was betraying Joseph whenever she took it off and hated feeling that guilt, so she kept it on. Jon wasn't bothered by it and hadn't mentioned it once, thankfully.

"No clubs. I know that's not your style. Let's just go to a bar with some pool tables, have a couple of drinks, and then tear into each other at the hotel." No parking lot sex, even though that had been an adventurous first-time bout between them.

"Think I could buy out a backroom and bend you over a pool table?" Jon wasn't even joking, his eyes sweeping over her and a few pool-oriented sex jokes came to mind, but he didn't voice any of them, smirking slightly. "Get your stuff and I'll catch up with you at your little sewing cubby."

Office, cubby, room with a lot of fabric and costumes, and as always her sewing machine. He had asked her once if that was her actual machine and she had looked offended, apparently it was because she hadn't liked the ones the WWE had initially provided. Something about the 'features' not doing anything they were supposed to, he had no idea how that worked. Jon couldn't even thread a needle. She had bought the sewing machine herself due to the fact she wanted her work done perfectly. That was why WWE hired her. The company kept it and hauled it everywhere for her, but it had her name engraved on the bottom. So, if she ever left the company, that bad boy was coming with her because she bought it with her own money.

"See you there, Daddy. And I wouldn't be opposed to you bending me over a pool table, by the way."

Winking at him, she giggled at his groan and walked out of his dressing room to let him shower while she went down to grab her belongings at her makeshift office. Now that the pay-per-view was nearly over, she could change out of her polo shirt and pulled out a light blue top from her bag. She had started bringing clothes with her to the arenas because leaving with a WWE logo polo had gotten Jon tackled by fangirls a time or two. Smirking, she headed to the bathroom, which wasn't far off from her table, and stepped into a stall to change.

Was it illegal to be stalking her? Well, stalking implied that he had been following and watching her for a while, which he hadn't. Drew had been eyeing her from a distance because she was an attractive woman and that's what men did, they eyed beautiful women. Not illegal, but stepping into the women's bathroom was definitely frowned upon. Drew could hear her shuffling in the stall, his eyes dropping to the floor when a garment landed, she was changing. He smirked slightly when Tressa paused, hearing her calling out a 'hello?' before turning and leaving the bathroom. He glanced both ways down the hallway before walking away, nobody had seen him and he had decided what he was going to do.

Frowning, Tressa opened the stall door and didn't see anyone there, finishing smoothing the fabric of her top down her stomach. She had kept the black slacks on, along with her shoes, only changing her top. It was long-sleeved, light material, and had flared three-quarter sleeves. They called it a peasant top or a tunic and she loved it because they were very comfortable.

"Hmm…I'm imagining things…" She muttered to herself, grabbing her bag and walked out of the bathroom, heading for the exit since her area was already cleaned up. Jon was waiting for her and she would not disappoint him, ready to go out and celebrate his third Intercontinental championship.

She was so proud of him, remembering the other two reigns, but now that they were sleeping together, it meant more to her for some reason.

She still wore her wedding ring, but she was sleeping around with Ambrose. That led Drew to start wondering if she had also been putting out for the rest of the now defunct Shield. It would explain a lot about her little relationship with them, being their 'mascot', it had been weird. She had been an unofficial, off-camera part of their group, friendly with all three men, so…her sleeping and fucking around with them all was only a logical assumption. Well, if she was that easy for them, he smirked, rubbing his chin, she'd be easy enough for him too.

There was nothing easy about Tressa, Jon could vouch for that. Not that he would. If he had any inkling about Drew McIntyre's intentions towards the woman Jon considered to be his, unofficially, of course, he would have put Drew's arrogant head through a windshield. As far as Tressa was concerned, she was only easy for one man and that was Jon. She wasn't even easy for Joseph, though they had given their virginities to each other and they waited four months before that happened.

There were no signs Andrew had ill intentions toward her, which was why she was fine around him, for the most part. He was still intimidating just from his massive size, but that was to be expected and Tressa was slowly getting used to him since he wanted the seamstresses to do more of his tights in the future. If she had an inkling of what was going through Andrew's head, if she knew what he was planning to do to her, Tressa would have turned him into WWE headquarters immediately. Stephanie was a good friend of hers, so Andrew really had no idea who he was screwing with and who he was about to hurt.

Finding a bar that wasn't overly crowded wasn't all that hard to do given the hour. Jon stayed away from the main street, those bars would be full, and anything that had a zillion motorcycles in the parking lot because those bars would be loud and rowdy. They found something that wasn't overly busy, had good music coming from inside, and he led her in, inhaling deeply. People were smoking in here, that was illegal as fuck. He ordered for them while Tressa scanned for a good place for them to park themselves, finally letting her lead him to the back. Corner booth, empty, and right next to a table.

"Mmm, hope you can play, kitten."

"It's been a while, but I'll give it my best shot, Daddy." Tressa grabbed two of the pool cues, sliding her fingers down the wooden one, and handed Jon a black one, sitting down in the booth for a minute. They didn't have to play right away.

Suddenly, it was as if her memories began overwhelming her and she shut her eyes, leaning her head back.

It was their first date and Joseph had taken her to a bowling alley, that also had pool tables. He loved playing pool and did it online a lot, but it was nice to step away from the technology of the world to play actual pool. Tressa loved pool as well, following him and they had already been mini-golfing and saw a movie. He wanted to take her to the drive-in, but they hadn't finished mini golfing in time. That would be their second date. Tressa smiled while watching him break the balls and called stripes, shrugging since she was a solid gal anyway.

"So, what do I get if I win this, Tres?"

She looked up at him, into his deep blue eyes, and chewed her bottom lip, butterflies erupting in her stomach. It was the first date, so there would be no sex. "Depends on what you have in mind." She took her shot then, sinking one solid and then a second, going for a third. "What do I get if I win this?"

Joseph smirked, shrugging as well. "Anything you want."

"Anything, huh?" Tressa walked over to him, after missing her third shot and roses had bloomed in her cheeks. They hadn't kissed yet. "Hmm intriguing…"

"How about you choose what we do on our second date?" Joseph had no doubt in his mind there would be multiple dates because of how amazing this one turned out. "If I win this game, I want to kiss you." He took his shot and missed, groaning. "Damn, I'm rusty…"

"You do?" At his nod, she promptly aimed for the eight ball and sunk it, forfeiting the game. "I do believe you won this round. Wanna claim your prize?"

"Hell yeah!" Chuckling, Joseph drew her into his arms, cupped her face tenderly in his strong hand, and softly kissed her, sending sparks through both of their bodies.

Only when they needed oxygen to breathe did Tressa break it, both breathing heavily. "I will never forget this night, Joe."

"Me either, babe, me either." Then, he went back to kissing her and they wound up making out instead of playing pool.

"Tressa? TRESSA!"

Blinking, Tressa snapped out of the memory she had immersed herself in and looked down at the pool cue, then up at Jon, tears filling her eyes. It only happened ever so often, but when it did, the reality Joseph was dead and gone hit her like a ton of bricks. Her first kiss with Joseph had been while they were playing pool and she had no idea why it bothered her so much to be here with Jon now.

"I-I need some air." She choked out, rushing out of the bar, and went to the car, not able to be in there after that memory crashed over her. "Damn it…"

Looking down at her wedding ring, Tressa touched it and buried her face in her hands, beginning to cry all over again, grief all over again. Would this pain ever fully go away? Would she be able to move on with her life completely someday without him?

Jon had learned the hard way what those looks on Tressa's face were. Just a phrase, or something they were doing, or something he said would trigger some buried memory and remind her of Joseph. Hell, they had been walking along the Strip and she had smelled something that reminded her of her husband and burst into tears. It was becoming rare, but…it happened, and Jon was amazed at how the mind worked, how one simple thing could break through an emotional dam. Sighing, he leaned against the pool table and stared down at the balls, knowing she was going to need a minute or two.

Twenty minutes later, she finally went back inside and walked up to Jon, leaning up on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his. "Sorry about that. Ready to play?" The haunted look was still in her eyes, but Tressa was determined to push through her pain and smiled when he broke to start the game.

As long as they didn't make any kind of wager during the game, she would be fine since that was what happened during her and Joseph's first date. Jon didn't seem bothered by her mini freak-out and stole kisses here and there during their games, showing her affection and comforting her the only way he knew how. They stayed until the bar closed and headed back to the hotel, unable to keep their hands off each other. Tressa ordered him to pull over and Jon obliged, taking her pants and panties off before swinging her leg over to straddle him in the driver's seat. Her lips met his and they both groaned as soon as he slid inside of her receptive body.

"God, I need you, Jon…" She panted, attacking his neck and throat while rising and falling up and down his cock, riding him as hard as the enclosed vehicle would allow her.

They could be caught. That just made this better. The knowledge that anyone could walk up and just look through the windows. At this hour with bars closing Jon knew the cops were out in force, looking for drunks.

"Fuck kitten," Jon growled, hands on her hips as he guided her up and down, compensating for the lack of room by bringing her down a bit hard. Each time he did, he heard her gasp and would feel another flood of her juices. "Take off that top." He ordered, waiting until she had before burying his face in those beautiful tits.

Her eyes shut as his mouth encased one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling it around his tongue before going to the other. Her breasts weren't too big or too small – in Jon's words, they were the perfect size. "Oh Daddy…oh god, you feel so good…"

Tressa moaned, grinding herself on him before popping up and being driven back down again. She couldn't wait until they were back at the hotel; she had to have him now. The incredible thing about Jon was he obliged anything she wanted to do. They had been up in the nosebleed section of an arena a few weeks ago and she told him to take his pants off. Jon had thought she was joking until she undressed from the waist down in front of him and then proceeded to fuck him reverse cowgirl with him sitting in one of the chairs.

It was exhilarating being THAT high up having sex with each other.

Tressa was definitely good at keeping him on his toes, she was an explorative woman. He had wondered at least once if she had been that way with Joseph or if this was something that was new in her constantly evolving life. "Mmm, darlin'…" He rumbled, never stopping bringing her down on him, the sounds of flesh smacking hard on flesh in the enclosed space along with their pants and moans was a sweet symphony to his ears. "You like that, kitten, bouncing your pretty pussy on my cock?" And that was HIS pretty pussy.

"Y-Yes Daddy, oh god yes…"

Tressa was not very explorative with Joseph; she figured life was too short not to be a little daring. Jon was a different breed entirely from Joseph, which wasn't a bad thing. They were polar opposites; Jon was more adventurous and bold while Joseph was gentle, kind, sweet, and enjoyed sex in their bed and nowhere else. She did not compare to the two men because everybody on planet earth was different. They were both amazing men, bottom line. Tressa was fine with it because she wasn't the adventurous type either…Jon brought it out of her for some reason. Her breasts bounced with every thrust he managed to give her, going faster, and slamming down harder on his cock, feeling her climax building to its crescendo.

"Yes, yes, oh right there…Yes! JON!"

He freed one hand to wiggle between them, pressing his thumb against her clit, and purposefully added the extra stimulation, feeling her both contracting and gushing around him at the same time. "Just like that, Tressa…" He growled, his cock pulsating inside of her even as his mind tried to stop it from succumbing to the delicious torture she was putting on him.

Roaring out her name, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting down on the fleshy area as he arched his hips one last time and exploded. She never got tired of feeling this man explode inside of her. It was like a religious experience every time, an addiction she would never be able to break. What would happen if Jon found someone while they were being fuck buddies, though? It wasn't fair to him to keep him locked down to her when he could make a woman exceptionally happy. Tressa buried her face in the crook of his neck, coming down from the intense sexual high only they could reach together, and caressed his biceps, moving her hands up to his shoulders.

"It never gets old." She murmured after a few minutes of silence between them, seeing the windows had somewhat fogged up during their bout, and pulled back to stare into his deep blues. "I could never get enough of you, Jon. You're incredible." Brushing her lips against his, Tressa reluctantly lifted off his lap to sit back in the passenger seat and put her panties and pants back on. "Tuck it and let's get back to the hotel."