Chapter 26

Considering Jon had arrived at the door, naked and with an erection…Sami was a total moron. Sami had even told him to go 'finish' and that made him snort. Apparently, Sami's idea of finishing was three seconds or less, the poor bastard. No worse, poor broads who took up with the bastard. Jon had an amused smile on his face when Delilah finally stopped using her backside to bang the door, pretty sure even Sami had gotten that hint.

"I'll get rid of him, doll. YOU need to calm down before you have a heart attack or something." She was red and looked ready to have a meltdown. He ran his hands up and down her shoulders, trying to soothe her. "Breathe, Delilah, come on now," Sami was a jackass. "It'll be okay." He promised, feathering his lips along hers before sighing heavily.

Nodding, Delilah had to put her faith and trust into Jon, wrapping her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss a little more. Would losing Sami really be THAT detrimental to her life? Hell, maybe he would be happy for them. She immediately nixed that idea, knowing Sami would be absolutely LIVID to see them together. Jon pressed her back against the door, lifting her to where her legs wrapped around his waist as they continued kissing, getting lost in each other, in the moment, her hands caressing his head affectionately. It had been such a great month with him and she never wanted it to end, knowing if he asked her if she'd move in with him permanently, the answer would be yes.

"Jon…" She whispered his name, tilting her head back against the door as he began trailing fire down her neck with those sinful lips of his, her towel dropping to the floor moments later.

While comforting her, he was also lighting her on fire all over again and she couldn't push him away because it felt too damn good. Jon had zero problems in leaving Sami to hang while they remained in here, though he wasn't going to take her against the door, not on the now wet floor. He'd wind up face planting in her and they'd both be hurt. Not the best way to cap this already sort of ruined night.

"Stay. Put." He ordered in a rasp, the huskiness returning. Slipping out into their bedroom, Jon shut and this time locked the door, not about to have Sami waltzing in and getting an eyeful. Though, it would serve the putz right.

Rejoining her, Jon lifted her in his arms to carry her out of the bathroom to sit on the bed with her straddling him, his lips once again finding hers. They were both naked and while staring into his eyes, Delilah forgot about everything else. Including Sami waiting downstairs for his 'bro' to talk about her, more than likely. He had warned her he would come to Vegas, but she didn't think it would be this soon.

This wasn't the reconciliation she had in mind, however…Delilah had waited long enough to be with Jon again. This time, she would remember every second of it, humiliation and all. Moving off his lap briefly, her hand wrapped around his half-mast cock and began stroking it, feeling it harden in her palm. Just the look in her eyes told her all he needed to know – they were having sex before he disappeared downstairs while she was stuck up here for the however long it took him to get rid of Sami. Turning, Delilah settled back on his lap with her back facing him and Jon laid back on the bed, his hands gripping her hips to guide his cock where they both needed it to go.

"Oh, Jon…" She moaned out in full satisfaction once he was fully sheathed inside of her, feeling her walls stretching to accommodate his massive girth.

Delilah was obviously not in her right frame of mind or maybe some of him had finally rubbed off on her, helping ease that stick out of her backside. She had been panicking a moment ago and now she was…killing him, she was killing him! Jon wasn't bitching, however, she felt better then he remembered from their drunken one night a month ago, like she had been custom made for him. Just the tightness of her had him freezing, knowing she probably needed a second to adjust and he needed a second to get his shit under control, so he didn't pop his cork like a thirteen year old boy.

"Fuck… Delilah!"

"Fuck, you feel good, Jon…"

Snapping out of her daydream, Delilah scowled and folded her arms in front of her chest, sitting on the bed alone. Jon had already gone downstairs to talk to Sami and rolled her eyes when she read the text message. Sami was NOT leaving. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she knew what she would have to do because she was NOT being cooped up in this bedroom.

Not happening.

I'm on my way down. It's time to tell him.She sent back, tossing her phone on the bed and dressed in a pair of black cotton shorts and a sky blue tank top, brushing her still wet hair. Taking a deep breath, she walked out and smiled at Blue coming towards her, bending down to give him loving. "Wish me luck, boy." She whispered, scratching behind his ears before making her way downstairs. Sami would lose his mind when he saw who exactly Jon had been 'screwing' against the bathroom door earlier.

"So, like I was saying, I'm worried about, Del, bro…"

"You need to stop worrying about me, Sami. I'm fine."

Sami had NOT been expecting this.

Jon had come down in a pair of basketball shorts and not much else with the grumpiest expression he had ever seen. Now he knew why. His 'best' friend had been FUCKING HIS GODDAMN SISTER! He came flying up off the couch, his eyes darting between Delilah and Jon. Jon was now looking somewhat amused and Delilah…she had set her jaw, obviously gearing up for a fight. He wasn't going to let her down on that front either and took a deep, shaky breath.

Jon slowly raised a brow when Sami began using his very colorful vocabular to strip them both down.

Delilah let him use that very colorful language, to get his anger and frustration out, even calling it incest. She folded her arms in front of her chest and waited him out, like their mother would do whenever he would throw a tantrum. Delilah looked just like her, minus the silver hair, but she would have been the spitting image if she kept her natural brown hair.

"Are you finished yet?" She asked in a calm tone of voice, raising a brow at how BEAT red Sami's face was and didn't move toward Jon, remaining in the doorway.

Blue was beside her, growling.

"Down boy, it's all right." She murmured to the English bulldog, who looked ready to chomp Sami's backside for all the screaming. "When you're done acting like a five year old, I will talk to you like a rational adult, Samuel."

"WHAT THE FUCK, DELILAH?!"

She kept her mouth shut, meaning what she said and squatted down to pet Blue's head.

Jon was amused. Blue wasn't. Blue liked Delilah and the fact that this stranger was yelling at her… "I wouldn't." He cautioned Sami when he actually took a step towards his sister, Blue immediately baring teeth, growling and drooling as he positioned himself between Delilah and the perceived threat. "He doesn't know or like you."

"She's practically your sister, Mox, man…WHY?!"

"YOU see her as my sister, I do not." Jon never had; she had always been too antsy around him for that. More like best friend's little sister and he would have beaten someone for her, but…not a sister.

She was now his wife.

"What EVER made you think I thought of Jon as a brother will forever be a mystery to me, Sami. I never ONCE called him 'bro' or anything like that. He's my brother's best friend – and a friend of mine – that's all I've ever seen Jon as. Never family." If that was the case, Delilah NEVER would have slept with him in the first place. "The truth is that I've always been attracted to Jon and as we got older, I…developed feelings for him." Because of Jon's whoring ways, however, Delilah kept them quiet, which was probably why she felt so nervous and anxious around him all the time. "And apparently, he feels the same way about me…"

"He just wanted to fuck you, Delilah. He just wanted pussy, nothing more – nothing less." Sami snarled, not buying the 'feelings' crap for a second. "He USES women, he's a womanizer and if you think he's changed, if you think this is going to be a happily ever after between you two, it's NOT. Once he's done using and abusing you, he'll toss you to the side and find another sex toy!"

That…hurt a lot more to hear from her brother than Delilah would ever admit.

"At this point, you'd be better off with Kenny's stupid ass than Moxley! At LEAST Kenny isn't a womanizer and doesn't think of women as toys."

Is that really what Jon thought of her – his sex toy? "Kenny is…"

"Safe, and you need to make amends with him. I don't support you and Mox together." AT ALL. His eyes narrowed at Jon, who looked ready to erupt at any second. "You should have known this is how I'd react, man. She's my SISTER and you've been fucking her behind my back for god knows how long. It ends NOW."

Jon was standing there, remaining silent through that entire rant, which should have been an indication that something was wrong. His face had evened out, a poker face, though his electric blue eyes had taken on a dark gleam, a little wicked, and barely restrained crazy. "Is that right?" He both singsonged and hissed, his head tilting to the side as his narrowing eyes took in Sami.

Blue whimpered when his master was across the room with the other human up pinned to the wall, feet dangling off the floor.

Jon was LIVID. "First of all, uh, BRO," He snarled, baring his teeth before flashing a very unfriendly grin. "You have NO idea how I feel about her, so quit lying to her!" Man, the past…he was never going to outrun his previously former whoring ways.

"Jon, stop it!" Delilah ordered, rushing over to him and shook her head with tears in her eyes. "Please don't hurt him!"

No matter what Sami had said to her, he was still her brother, her flesh and blood, and she wouldn't let anything happen to him if she could help it. Was Sami right? Had she been living in a fantasyland for the past month as Jon's…sex toy? No, they hadn't had sex since the drunken night in Vegas! They were about to before Sami's surprise and uninvited arrival, but she had been steadfast in not having sex with Jon. That nagging feeling was back, stronger than ever as she stepped back, feeling Blue bump her leg.

Anything?

Anything.

Damn it, why did she keep remembering THAT specific part, but nothing afterward?!

"You heard her, BRO, put me down." Sami knew if Jon hurt him, in front of Delilah, she would leave with him. "Stop using my sister as your personal whore! You don't feel anything for her except lust because you're incapable of loving a woman! You've proven that time and again and I won't let you hurt my sister!" One punch, he just needed to be punched once and it would be over between Delilah and Jon.

"Sami, stop provoking him!"

"Shut up, Delilah, this doesn't concern you!"

Jon let out a very frustrated, angry growl, everything in him tensed and ready to spring. He WANTED to deliver that one punch and he WANTED to make it count because it would be all he got. Delilah would leave him in a heartbeat and he knew it. SAMI knew it and he was counting on Jon's temper to seal this deal. Gnashing his teeth, he stepped back and let go, watching as Sami dropped to the floor.

"Get. Out." He ordered, his tone deadly, having to turn away from Sami because just SEEING him was provoking Jon's barely in check temper. "Delilah…" He WASN'T using her, couldn't she see that?

Despite how torn she felt because of her brother, Delilah moved to take Jon's hand and laced their fingers together, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. Sami wouldn't believe her even if she did tell him they hadn't had sex since the one night. She could tell this hurt Sami and part of her wanted to leave with him, to explain everything, but a bigger, stronger part of her was hurt at his words.

"Even if I wasn't with Jon, I wouldn't go back to Kenny, Sami. I've never felt what I do with Jon with him. Please understand…"

Sami shook his head, absolutely disgusted and could not believe his best friend, or who he THOUGHT was his best friend, betrayed him. "You're dead to me, Good. I don't give a fuck what the circumstances are, you crossed a line when you pursued my fucking sister. That's fine. You can play all the games you want with her." His eyes landed on Delilah, hardening even more. "When he breaks your heart, when he grinds you to dust and you're nothing but a shell of the woman you used to be, don't come crying to me. Don't fucking call, text, NOTHING. I want NOTHING to do with you, Delilah. You also crossed a line doing this. You betrayed me, your own brother! You could have any other man on this fucking planet, but it HAD to be one of MY best friends, huh? It just had to be Moxley, a womanizer, someone who does NOT respect women at ALL. Go ahead, keep filling her head with all these promises and fantasies because, in the end, you WILL show who you truly are, Good. That's what you do. You DESTROY everything and everyone you touch." He left them with those scathing remarks and stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut so hard, Delilah was sure the hinges broke off.

Delilah felt her knees give out as she dropped to them, beginning to cry and really hoped everything Sami just said to her didn't come to fruition.

If Jon destroyed everyone and everything he came in touch with, he would have burnt himself out a long time ago and his career. Sami a long time ago, even her. Though, on the flipside of that, he had apparently just burnt a bridge with his 'best' friend. Moving to scoop her up, Jon hated the way her entire body shook with her cries, knowing her brother had just hurt her worse than he could even think about.

"I got you, doll." He soothed, walking over to sit on the couch with her cradled against him, burying his face in her hair.

"LET GO OF ME!" Delilah screamed, shoving away from him and using her own strength, not wanting to be coddled or touched right now.

Just as Delilah thought, just as she feared, she had lost Sami, her only brother, her only family she had in her life. All for what? What was this all for? Did she love Jon? Granted, she had told him that the night they slept together, the somewhat forgettable night in Vegas, thanks to alcohol. Gritting her teeth, Delilah needed some air – Jon-free air – and glared at him shrewdly.

"Do NOT follow me. I need space."

That was one of the conditions Delilah told him when this began – when she needed space, he needed to give it to her or else this would not work. Sniffling, she stormed off and went to the backyard with Blue, letting the dog come with her because the animal could comfort her in ways Jon couldn't. She had just lost her brother…possibly forever and she had no idea what it was for or if it was worth it.