Chapter 21

When Jon woke up later the next day, around 11, Delilah was out of bed and nowhere to be found.

Her bags and everything were there, but she wasn't. Jon shoved the covers off and jumped out of bed, rushing down the stairs as fast as he could. She was nowhere in the house and his heart began pounding harder, first looking out front to see if maybe she was there. Then, he finally went to the back and there she was, with her head leaning back in the hot tub, eyes closed, in a black stringed bikini. Delilah had woken up very sore from her match and stiff, so she decided since Jon had opened his home to her, she would take advantage of the perks, such as taking a hot morning dip to soothe her aches and pains away.

Jon wanted to do one of several things as he stood there, staring down at her, his hands clenched into tight fists at his side. He wanted to yank her out of that hot tub and throttle her a bit, maybe paddle that bouncy backside for giving him a panic/heart attack; he did NOT like that feeling! The sinking feeling that she had left in the middle of the night because that was potentially the ONLY way she could, what with him being so hellbent on keeping her. Then there was the other part of him that wanted to be insanely happy and join her, and gush like a chick, which wasn't happening. Third, he wanted to fuck her senseless because Delilah looked so gorgeous and relaxed, and his adrenaline was up.

Not to mention, he enjoyed morning sex the most.

"Good morning, doll." He greeted in a low, gritty voice, husky from sleep and taking a fourth option.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, her hair piled up on top of her head to keep from getting into the water and flashed him a soft smile. "Good morning." She moved from her spot since the jets were hitting her back and moved over to where he was, leaning her head arms on the ledge to stare up at him.

There was a…crazed look in his electric blues and she felt her stomach tighten, especially when he grabbed her by the upper arms to yank her up against his body, his mouth finding hers. Delilah felt the desperation and fear in his kiss, feeling how badly he was trembling and wrapped her arms around his neck to return it. She was getting the front of him wet with her own body and neither cared, getting lost in the kiss. Delilah needed oxygen and had to pry her lips from his, her breathing heavy to the point of panting.

"W-What's wrong, Jon? Why are you shaking?" And why was he kissing her like he'd never see her again? "Calm down and tell me what happened." Maybe he had a bad dream or something. "Whatever it is, I'll try to help you as much as I can…" Delilah had NO idea she was the reason for his outburst, his adrenaline rush and the fear that had gripped his heart upon waking up to find her gone.

"Fucked up dream, doll, more like a nightmare." He rumbled, which was close enough to the truth of it, he supposed.

It felt like a waking nightmare, where the fear seeped into reality and chased him around for a while. Jon reluctantly let go of her, staring down into her face, his eyes searching hers for something, anything. A second later he had dived into the pool, needing to cool his blood and stayed at the bottom for a few moments, mentally reminding himself that less intense, less freakouts were requirements here before surfacing.

"I'll join you?" He asked, once out of the pool, watching as she glanced at the hot tub.

"Yeah, I just came in not too long ago. I haven't been up that long." Boy, her head was SWIMMING after that intense kiss and this heat was not helping matters any. "Hold on." Stepping out of the hot tub, she dove into the cool pool just like him and resurfaced 30 seconds later, feeling much better and cooler. Maybe intensity with him wasn't all that bad, after all, and it did heighten her body temperature. "Okay, NOW we can have a morning hot dip and then figure out what's for breakfast." Not realizing it, her stringed bikini had come undone and her breasts were currently flashing right at Jon like two neon signs or bullseyes. "What's wrong now?" Then she looked down and squealed, immediately lifting her top back up. "Fucking thing!"

"Oh no, doll, by all means, leave it off." Jon had NOT been able to tear his eyes away from her breasts, even now while she was trying to tie it back into place. Holding it in place and tying it at the same time wasn't working for her and he moved to stand behind her, glancing down at his renewed morning wood, stretching the material of his soaked boxer briefs. "Spoilsport." He murmured huskily, tying the now offensive garment back into place for her. Jon had very thoroughly enjoyed her breasts the other night, worshipping them with his mouth and hands. "I'm ravenous." Yes, yes he was.

Delilah shivered, unable to suppress it and felt the roses in her cheeks bloom fully, clearing her throat. "I'm sure you are." She remarked in a soft murmur, waiting for him to finish and he pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck.

WHY did he have to do that?! Delilah groaned out loud, not bothering to hide it and dunked right back under water because now her blood was boiling. First from his intense kiss and then that soft brush of his lips against her neck, a VERY sensitive area of her body. He probably knew that too, the bastard! When she resurfaced, Jon was simply grinning at her and she splashed him, shaking her head since her cheeks were STILL red.

"You're such an ass. If you're done teasing me, let's get out of here, dry off and figure out what we're having for breakfast." The hot tub was NOT an option for her right now.

Her, with whipped cream and syrup, maybe a cherry or two…his eyes roamed her flushed body, betting that pool wasn't helping anymore. Jon knew how that went, he was still testing the strength of his boxers. "Yeah…maybe we should go out for breakfast…" Then just stay out, where there was less temptation to bend her over the nearest piece of something solid and fuck her until they both saw stars. "How am I teasing you? You're the one who lost your top. You have perfect breasts, you know that?" They fit in his hands perfectly, with just the right amount of bounce.

"Thanks…I think?" Delilah rolled her eyes at the blatant tone of his voice and stepped out of the pool, not realizing her bottoms had gone up the crack of her backside. She was now showing off her bare backside, essentially and plucked them out of her crack to cover them halfway. That was all the stringed bikini covered, so Jon got to feast on not only her breasts, for a short amount of time, but also her bouncy, pert backside. "Cool off, Moxley, and then come inside." Winking over her shoulder at him while she dried off with her towel, Delilah wrapped it around her waist to head back inside.

They were definitely going out for breakfast because there really was too much temptation being completely alone in this house.

Yeah, cool off. Jon was going to get a shower and cool off in there.

He followed her inside, his eyes fastened on the bouncy backside he had been eating not too long ago, smirking wickedly. He really hoped she remembered that because she had LOVED it and that was a rare breed of women. Most were squeamish, not her. At least not drunk her. Also, he was going to give his balls a good tug because he wasn't walking around with her all day and potentially giving himself blue balls.

"I'm getting a shower, doll. I'm not going out smelling like chlorine."

"Mefirst!" She shouted, laughing as she raced up the stairs and got to the bathroom before him, slamming and locking the door. "I WIN!"

Delilah needed a shower too, especially after dipping into that chlorine, though Jon didn't go balls to the walls with it like others. She made sure her hair didn't turn a different color, just to be on the safe side and frowned, knowing she would have to get it redone soon. Roots were slowly starting to show. She tried waiting every three months and made sure not to fry her hair out, using a special kind of shampoo and conditioner to keep it moisturized and healthy. Slipping out of her wet bikini, she hung it up on the rack and stepped into the sprays, after taking her hair down from the bun she had it in.

Jon did the same thing he had done last night, he gathered his belongings and went to the guest bathroom. Granted, it was generic shampoo and bodywash, but whatever, he wasn't waiting on his silver haired vixen. Thoughts of Delilah flit through his mind as he handled 'business', growling out her name when he released, feeling less inclined to rape her, and then he washed up. By the time he was out, he also felt lighter, loaded balls were heavy and women would NEVER understand. When she finally emerged from THEIR bathroom, Jon was sitting on the end of the bed in just a pair of jean shorts that he hadn't bothered with buttoning, messing around on his cell phone.

"How was the shower, doll?" See, Jon could behave. He could have EASILY picked his own bathroom lock and joined her, but…she'd probably have decked him.

"Heavenly, I am in love with your shower, officially."

Delilah was also dressed and her hair braided, makeup done. It wasn't caked like usual, she decided to go with a more natural look today. Walking over, she stood between his legs and took his phone away from him to toss it on the bed. Sitting on one of his knees, she draped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to softly kiss her.

"I need to start doing this more…stuff like this, to get used to it and to get used to you. I really do want to try to make this work with us…and I'm sorry that I teased you earlier. I'll try not to do it in the future going forward." Even though it wasn't her fault the bikini had come undone. Stupid thing! "Thank you for being patient with me and going at my pace." Instead of balls to the walls like they'd done while she was completely intoxicated. Alcohol was evil. However, sleeping in his arms and waking up to him holding her, even with his erection in her backside, was also heavenly. "Now, you said you wanted to show me Vegas, so take me to your favorite breakfast spot, if you have one, or we can find one and try it out." They HAD to get out of this house and around other people.

"I usually go to whatever is closest and sounds good, but I'm sure we can find something we'll both like." Jon buried his face in her neck, noticing he had a smelling problem because he was constantly sniffing her. It had to be a pheromone thing, like ants, used to draw in potential mates and damned if it didn't work with her. She always smelled so damn good. "Pheromones," He snorted, pulling away and grinned up at her, shaking his head when Delilah gave him a quizzical smile. "Don't thank me yet, Del, this patience thing is…not who I am." Something she already knew, and Jon gently nudged her off his knee, so he could stand up. "And it's tempting to do things you would not approve of." His hands dropped to fasten those shorts.

"I know…" Her eyes lowered, hating she was putting him through this and wished she could just throw caution to the wind. She did want him to have his way with her, but…something was holding her back. Delilah hated how her brain and heart warred against each other all the time, especially when it came to Jon. "I'm sorry…"

The brain part of her, the rational thinking, wanted to see if Jon could be patient enough with her. Or how far she could push him, which wasn't fair at all. Then there was also the irrational fear, the anxiety and something else Delilah couldn't put her finger on. However, her heart was all in and it was dangerous to simply follow it when her brain was screaming at her not to pursue things quickly. Then there was also the factor of Sami, her brother, who she felt she was betraying by actually trying to work things out with Jon, after she swore to never do something like this with one of Sami's friends. She was hurting her brother and, even though it didn't make sense to Jon, it did to her.

"Sami called me earlier. Asked why I was staying in Vegas and…I lied to him. I hate lying to my brother about this, but I don't know how to tell him we're…trying things out? I told him I was staying at a hotel instead of here too. I don't know why I'm scared to tell him about us, but I am…" The last thing Delilah wanted to do was lose her brother.

"Because," Jon was tugging on a white beater after looping a belt through his shorts, glancing back at her over his shoulder. "He's your brother. I'm arguably his best friend, or one of them, and we're all practically family. You're afraid he's going to be pissed off and if he is, it's because he won't want to get stuck in the middle of us if something happens. Or…if he's mad over the idea of it, but without any real reason besides he and I are friends, then that's not a good reason at all." It made zero sense to Jon and he knew he was an outlier on the way he thought, but…there it was. "For now, doll," He popped on a hat, tilting it so the brim was sideways just a bit. "Let's see where this goes and THEN, if you decide you want to take things farther, we'll figure out Sami."

Delilah smiled at him, feeling a bit better about the game plan and extended her hand for him to take, lacing their fingers together. "All right, I won't worry about it anymore until…the time comes to tell him." Jon kissed her forehead before leading the way out of the room and downstairs, Blue running up to them. The poor thing was deprived of attention and she released Jon's hand to start petting him, trying not to let him lick her face because of her makeup. "Okay, okay, down boy, down…" She giggled when Jon pushed him away and grabbed her hand, getting her out the door before Blue could amble after her. "That is the sweetest dog, you know that?"

"Blue? Yeah, he is. He was a rescue." Jon turned to glance at his buddy. Usually, if he was running errands, he took Blue with him, but he didn't think Delilah would want to ride bitch in the backseat because Blue didn't give up or share his spot, the front seat, for anyone. "He's my buddy. How do you feel about sharing a bed with him?" He asked with a grin, guiding her to the car and slid into the driver's seat. "I've kept him out two nights in a row, but he usually sleeps at my feet."

The dog sleeping with them would actually prove to be useful, especially since she wasn't ready to sleep with Jon yet. It wouldn't be for a while and Blue would hopefully keep Jon in check. "I wouldn't mind that at all." Delilah took his hand, after they were on the road and held it while staring out the window, the sun shining brightly in the cloudless sky. "You always were a dog lover, even when we were kids and we saw strays around the town. You would always feed them if you had something on you." It was no surprise Jon had rescued Blue and it showed he had a caring, loving personality. "God, Vegas really is beautiful…"

Jon had gotten in trouble on more than one occasion, feeding strays. First, it was 'wasting food', giving it to animals when they had been hurting as it was. Second, it 'encouraged them to beg'. Probably one of the reasons he had taken on a rescue.

"Just you wait, doll, there's a lot more to Vegas than just the Strip." He informed her with a grin, sliding a pair of sunglasses onto his face. "We have natural beauty outside of it and then we have things like artificial beaches, since Vegas sits in the middle of the desert."