xXx Skylar Carson xXx

There was no denying that Punk had gotten me turned on while he'd been in the bedroom with me. He did things to me that I'd never thought a man could make me feel. He didn't just take; he respected my boundaries, and that was why he was sexy to me. I lay there in bed trying to forget what it had been like to feel his hands touching me; his lips kissing me, but I couldn't get it off my mind. I wanted more than anything to be able to go to his room and just spend more time with him without being afraid of Samoa Joe walking in and killing him.

Samoa Joe hadn't come back yet, and I was, quite frankly, relieved. I didn't want to see him, especially not after Punk had told me that Kelly was with him in his bedroom. I wasn't surprised that Samoa Joe had gone to find sex elsewhere, and it didn't hurt. Instead, I was repulsed at the fact that I knew the second he came back through that door, he'd start badgering me for it again.

I was just starting to fall asleep when I heard the bedroom door open softly. I rolled over and cracked my eyes open to see Samoa Joe walking into the bedroom, a shit-eating grin on his face. He reeked of sex, and I didn't give a shit. When he saw me looking at me, he just gave me a smug smile.

"Jealous, Skylar?" He asked me, moving to lay on the mattress next to me. He only had on a pair of boxers, and his arms snaked around me tightly even though I tried to stop him from pulling me up against his chest.

"Not in the least," I shot back at him, crossing my arms over my chest tightly. Just because he was holding me didn't mean I had to return the 'affection.' He sighed and pressed a wet kiss to the back of my neck, and I responded by trying to pull away from him.

"You know, I wouldn't have gone to some other slut if you'd just given me what I wanted," he whispered into my ear before he started sliding his hand down my stomach. I regretted having stayed in the lingerie set he'd brought earlier, and I was seriously contemplating on throwing a complete bitch fit just to get away from him.

"Yeah, well, you're not going to get it from me," I told him. Samoa Joe chuckled and then didn't say a word as he shifted his body so that he was positioned above me. I saw his gaze darken in lust when he took in the way the outfit looked on my boy, and I tried to pull my hands up to stop him from being able to see.

"I can smell you, Skylar. You're turned on," he chuckled down at me before trailing his hand down my thigh. I shivered, but it wasn't because I liked his touch. It reminded me too much of how Homicide had treated me the night he'd tried to rape me. "I can take care of that for you if you let me. I know you want me to," he told me, leaning over and brushing his lips over mine.

"I already told you," I snapped at him. "I don't want you. I don't want you to touch me, and I don't want you to kiss me. I don't like you. And if I have anything to say about it, there's no way in hell I'll ever be with you that way."

He just smirked down at me, and used his free hand to grab my chin with his hand. "I don't mind playing hard to get for now, Skylar," he told me, kissing my chin again before he looked down at me. This time, I could seli anger glowing behind his brown eyes, and I felt a slight stirring of anger inside of me. "But one of these days, you're going to push me too far."

He didn't say another word as he rolled off of me before he lay down next to me on the mattress. He pulled me up against his chest again, and I didn't bother trying to shove him away when he rested his head in the crook of my shoulder and my neck. I knew he was angry right now, and even if I did hate him, I wasn't stupid.

-x-

The next morning when I woke up, Samoa Joe was gone. I didn't hear the water going in the shower, so I knew he wasn't in the near vicinity. I pushed the blankets off of myself an wrinkled my nose when I smelled the unmistakable scent of sex on his side of the bed. I walked into the bathroom to take a shower so that I didn't smell like that, and when I was done, I walked down into the kitchen. Samoa Joe was standing there having a stare down with Punk, and Kelly was standing against the wall, looking almost scared. Almost. I could see it on her face that she was somehow proud of herself that she thought she'd managed to get both of them wrapped around her finger.

"You know the rule, dude. No chick is off limits," Samoa Joe told Punk with that smug smirk of his, crossing his arms over his chest. I was surprised that he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he'd fucked Punk's 'girlfriend.' That was just low, in my book. Even if I knew Kelly was just a decoy for Punk to get Samoa Joe ff my back, I didn't think it was very friendly or respectful of Samoa Joe to do something like that to Punk.

"Oh yeah?" Punk asked, looking at me with a small smirk. "What about your bitch, then? If 'no chick is off limits,' why aren't the rest of us allowed to be with her?"

"She's the exception," Samoa Joe narrowed his eyes. "And you'd be smart to fucking remember that, Punk. I'm not afraid to kick your ass, and you know it."

"You caught me off guard last time," Punk glared right back at Samoa Joe, not backing down. "We both know I'd knock you the fuck out if it came down to a fair fight between the two of us."

"Try it," Samoa Joe growled, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. I stepped between the two of them, barely glancing at Punk before I looked up at Samoa Joe. "He's not worth fighting with," I told him. I didn't know for a fact that he wouldn't hit me, but I was hoping that he had at least enough decency not to hit me now like he had before.

"Get out of the way, Skylar. Now," he told me, taking his eyes off of Punk for one moment to look down at me. Instead of backing off, I stood my ground and looked up at him, shaking my head.

"I'm not letting you hit him. It's your own goddamn fault he's pissed off at you. That slut is his girlfriend."

Punk seemed just as shocked as Samoa Joe that I wasn't backing down when Samoa Joe told me to move. He gave me a look that told me that I was treading dangerous waters, but I didn't care. Punk had intervened on my behalf once. If he hadn't stepped in between Samoa Joe and me the one time that he had, I was sure I'd be pushing up daisies. I wasn't going to let Samoa Joe hurt Punk now; not if I could do something to stop him from hitting him.

Unfortunately, Samoa Joe didn't care. He muttered something under his breath before slapping me,. Punk's eyes darkened when he saw the mark on my face from Samoa Joe's hand, and he moved me out of the way before landing a punch to the taller man's face. Kelly let out a girlish scream as the two of them tumbled down onto the ground before Samoa Joe rolled over so that he was hitting Punk's head into the floor. He only managed to do that once before Punk retaliated by nudging his knee into his crotch.

"You stupid motherfucker," Samoa Joe growled at Punk.

The two of them didn't stop fighting until Cabana and Steel walked into the room. They split the two of them apart before taking one look at Kelly and me, shaking their heads. They knew that this somehow had something to do with both Kelly and me, and I could tell that they didn't like it.

Samoa Joe stormed out of the room, and I saw Kelly look at Punk once before she chose to follow him. I rolled my eyes, and then watched as both Cabana and Steel decided to leave the room. That left Punk and me alone in the kitchen, and I frowned when I saw a small trail of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"Sit still," I muttered to him, grabbing a rag out of a cupboard before wetting it with some water from the sink. I crouched down in front of him before I pushed his long blonde hair out of his eyes as I raised the rag to his face. Neither of us said anything, but I couldn't help but wonder how my intervention had made him feel.