Chapter 17

After his match, Jon shot Vallea a text. He wanted to make sure she hadn't had to deal with Ryan taking his anger out on her because of him and apologized, just in case the other man had since it would've been his fault. He had provoked the stiff out of spite and hatred. Hate was a harsh, hard word, and not one he casually threw around. Hell, he barely knew Ryan, but he knew he hated the man on a level he didn't understand.

I convinced him not to work with you anymore and to just send the designs we picked out to the office to do. Don't worry. You won't have to deal with him anymore. Vallea sent back, rather proud of herself for pulling the wool over Ryan's eyes, and glanced over at him.

He was currently chatting up one of the women in the company and the blonde didn't look interested at all. Vallea blinked when Ryan had the taste slapped out of his mouth and covered her mouth with her hand, looking away and doing everything in her power not to laugh. Whatever Ryan had said to the blonde pissed her off and now he had a red welt on his cheek for his troubles.

Jon didn't know how she had managed it, but Vallea sent him a picture of Ryan at a very weird angle. It took him a moment to realize she had snapped it from waist level, so the idiot wouldn't realize what she was doing. Clever girl. He had him a smart woman. Then he really looked at Ryan, able to make out the red welt on his cheek. He read her follow-up text and began cackling like a hyena. Jon couldn't WAIT for whichever woman had got him to go straight to Vince.

Sexual harassment of any kind was NOT something the company let slide anymore.

"WE'RE LEAVING!" Ryan practically bellowed at his assistant, storming past her, and didn't see the sheer amusement in her eyes due to how pissed off he was.

The blonde had slapped him for NO reason! All he asked was if the curtain matched the drapes, trying to be seductive and he'd been slapped into next week for it! How was he supposed to know she would take offense to it?!

Vallea followed silently, smirking at Jon's text message, and promised to meet up with him at the motel just as soon as she parted ways with Ryan. She already had a key to the room, but Jon didn't want her to go there until he was with her since it was a rather shady place to venture by herself. He let her know he was on his way to said motel. They had agreed to stick to his usual routine.

One, because it was comfortable for him. Two, nobody would think to look for her with him, or in a dump like this, especially Ryan. He doubted Ryan had ever spent a night in his life in a place like this. To Jon, it was comfortable. He stopped by a liquor store, picking up her favorite drink and a bottle of something fun for himself. He currently didn't have a favorite alcohol, still trying them all out.

They sold edible underwear, so he bought those too.

At least the shower worked and it wasn't rusty water like the other motel Jon had chosen. He made sure to pick clean places at the very least. She didn't mind staying in places like these, honestly. The Marriott and five-star hotels weren't really her style, though they did have some perks. When Jon walked in, she was busy in the shower lathering her hair and humming softly under her breath. Damn song was stuck in her head and she couldn't get it out. It wasn't a loud, rambunctious yelling, just a soft hum that could barely be heard over the sprays.

Jon listened as humming became singing as he shed his clothes, having showered at the arena. The main downside to cheap ass places was that their showers were so damn tiny. No tubs, just usually a shower in the corner, a single one-person shower that he couldn't fit in without flooding the floor. He stripped down to nothing and then pulled on just a pair of loose-fitting shorts before setting their drinks in the tiny fridge that had been clean but seriously old. The edible underwear got tossed on top of her briefcase, she'd see it.

Ten minutes later, she stepped out with a brush in hand and her body wrapped in just a towel, not bothering to bring her clothes into the bathroom to change. She smiled at the sight of Jon sitting on the bed, but first, she had to get dressed. Staring down at the edible panties, Vallea's cheeks tinged red as she picked them up and arched a brow at him, seeing him simply shrug. If that's what he wanted, she'd play ball and slipped them on beneath the towel. Then, she walked over to him, standing between his legs. Her hands slid up his arms to his shoulders, beginning to massage them, and could tell he'd had somewhat of a rough night.

"What the fuck, doll?" Jon rumbled, pinching the towel between his fingers and tugging it until it came down. That left her in all her nearly naked glory right between his legs and those panties did look edible indeed. "Mmm…" The massage felt wonderful and he let his head slump forward until he was resting against her stomach, the scent of her bodywash, her own personal scent, and the strawberry aroma from those edibles wafting up to him. "I'm going to devour you, Vallea." He promised, hands moving to cup her backside to pull her closer to him.

"You're so tense, let's see if we can't work some of those muscles out first before you devour me whole, hmm?" Vallea never stopped working on his trapezes before moving down his arms, taking her time to try to ease the tension in his big body a little. "Lay on your stomach for me. Naked." She requested in his ear, knowing he wouldn't deny her, and nipped his lobe, pressing her chest against his. "Please?"

Letting out a mock annoyed growl, Jon heaved a great sigh before gently nudging her away and stood up. His shorts were down and on the floor in seconds and he wiggled his brows when her gaze dropped down. He was going to have to lay on that, she was a cruel woman. Very cruel, the corner of her mouth had just hitched up into an evil smirk.

"You're a terrible person, Val." He informed her, arranging himself on the bed and tucking his erection in the least painful way possible.

"On second thought, on your back. I'll start with your front and if you want, I'll do your back afterwards." Vallea felt bad for him to lay on a full-blown erection and waited for him to reposition before straddling him. She kept her edible panties away from his erection for the moment and started massaging his chest, feeling his big hands caress her sides. "I'm gonna take care of you, Jon. Just lay back and relax." She purred, moving down to his abs, and scooted herself to adjust.

Something told her if she didn't take care of his erection, he'd be in a great deal of pain going forward tonight, so after the massage, Vallea proceeded to pleasure him orally. That kind of defeated the purpose of the underwear, her going down on him first. Like most men, Jon was all tired and relaxed after getting his rocks off, and then on top of busting his backside at work that night.

"Babe, I'm putty in your hands." He was so relaxed and limp, it was pathetic. Rousing himself, Jon rolled her onto her back, propping himself up on his elbows. "Your turn." He was not that kind of lover, she was going to get hers, and damn it, he wanted to eat those panties off of her.

Licking his lips, he began kissing his way down her chest and stomach.

Vallea's laughter quickly turned into moans of pleasure, her hands fisting the sheets because he didn't have long enough hair to grab onto. Or else it would've been his hair. Her body writhed and arched into his hot mouth as he devoured her, just as he said he would. The panties were gone with each piece he pulled and ate off her. She didn't know if it was the panties that caused it or what, but Vallea had never climaxed so hard in her life, not even on top of the mountain.

"Well, doll," Jon said when he had finished his feast, kissing his way back up her body. This time, she was panting and drenched in sweat, he loved it. "That was delicious." He dropped an open lips on her parted lips, his tongue caressing hers, letting her taste both the strawberry flavoring and her sweet essence. "Next time, I'm going with the watermelon pair." Jon had no problem bringing toys, or 'manual helpers' into the bedroom. It spiced things up or was just an amusing way to get into interesting territory.

"If they have peach flavored, get those too. Raspberry would be good too." Vallea requested as an afterthought, trying to catch her breath, and slowly came back down from the height Jon made her soar too.

Not every night had to be about sex. Foreplay was a FORM of sex, granted, but Jon didn't always have to be buried balls deep inside of her to have fun. She smiled, feeling him snuggle against he,r and slid her hand through his short hair, in complete heaven.

"What am I going to do when I can't travel with you anymore? I'm getting too used to this, you know."

"Would you believe I don't really care for the taste of peach unless it's an actual peach?" Jon chuckled, draping his arm around her as he got comfortable on the bed beside her. They were face to face and he could feel her fingers grazing his scalp, feeling like he could purr from satisfaction. "Yeah well…your boss has a lot of Superstars to get through, and merch isn't just shirts. There's hats and accessories, all that fun crap." He got what Vallea meant though, letting his head drop forward until he could brush his nose against hers. "We'll figure it out, doll, we were fine before this and we'll be fine after. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, we're gonna be fine, even if we have to be apart."

It wouldn't happen anytime soon because Jon was right, Ryan had a lot of plans with the other Superstars besides him. Vince didn't like the vendor for the products he'd been using for years. He thought it was time for a change and Ryan had capitalized on the opportunity. Now, Ryan was in charge of all the merchandise throughout WWE and it wasn't just t-shirts either. Honestly, there was a very good reason why Ryan needed a personal assistant since there was A LOT to go through and keep organized.

"We have the same days off too, so I say we go back to Vegas on our days off and find another mountain to climb."

"How do we have the same days off?" Jon asked curiously because that was just way too coincidental and very unlikely to happen. He began laughing at her little pleased look and shook his head. "You're devious, baby." She was the personal assistant, she was the one who made the schedules and he had given her schedule for the quarter a while ago, so it wasn't like she didn't have access to his information. "Vegas is quite a ways from here, you sure you don't want to go explore somewhere closer?"

"Hmm…I'm game if you are. And it wasn't me, as much as I wish I could take credit. Whenever the Superstars have days off, so do the rest of the employees and that means asshole and myself. Though, if I had to schedule our days off together, I could easily do it too." Being a personal assistant had perks and, as long as Ryan had everything he needed regarding meetings and arrangements, he didn't really care what days off he had. The man was a workaholic; she wasn't. "We're not far from mountains around here, are we?"

"Probably not, a lot closer to some here than in Vegas." Jon stroked his chin thoughtfully as he stared at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "We can break out the laptop," Hers because he didn't use his very often. It was still almost brand new looking, a nice, expensive paperweight. "And Google it. Maybe find us a cozy cabin or something to hole up in."

"A cabin, huh? That sounds…amazing, actually."

Excitement boiled in her eyes as Vallea hopped up from the bed out of his arms to grab her laptop. She grinned at Jon shaking his head at her and fired the laptop up. It was a lot more expensive than his, but she used it a lot and the money was more than worth it.

"I know, so not romantic, but it's already Tuesday and our days off are coming up are tomorrow and Thursday. Gotta get on the ball and start researching now, see if I can't find us something we both agree on."

Shaking his head, Jon pulled himself up and propped the pillows against the headboard. He wasn't surprised when she moved to sit back down, laptop in her lap. He sat up as well, careful not to lean into her as she typed because that apparently annoyed her. "Something close. As long as there's something to climb and a place to bend you over, babe, I'm a happy man." He grinned, chuckling when her fingers hesitated as she started laughing.

"And I'm a happy woman to have you bend me over." Vallea shot back with a smirk of her own, scrolling through the pages on Google and found a place in Tennessee, surprisingly enough. It wasn't far away from where they were currently, which was Alabama. A stone's throw away, actually. Moneagle Mountain. There were tons of mountains and bed and breakfasts to choose from. "What about this one?" She held it up to him, so he could see the screen clearly. "I know it's a little pricey, but it's the cheapest I can find and I'll pay half." She wouldn't expect him to foot the entire bill.

Jon appreciated the offer. She was getting quite familiar with his cheapskate tendencies and, surprisingly, she didn't ride him for it or pry anymore. Because of that, occasionally, he'd tell her small, not-so-painful tidbits about his life growing up. "Hey, it's a vacation, sort of, doll. That's the best time to spend a bunch of money, right?" She was definitely worth it. He didn't even feel the gnawing, anxious feeling he usually got at shelling out for anything over 500 bucks. This woman was having an influence on him, apparently; he was going to have to sort that out eventually without her around.

"You're still not paying for it all." Vallea insisted, not backing down, and giggled when Jon demanded her to make the reservation for Wednesday and Thursday.

Twenty minutes later, it was done and she felt excited to be going on another adventure with Jon. Would it always be this exciting and adventurous with him? She sincerely hoped.