Chapter 27

Very calmly, Jon got up and made his way down to his 'rumpus' room, his bar, gym, and pool room all in one. The room they had started drinking in that fateful night before going out and painting the Strip red. Hell, her glass from that night, the one she had been sipping bourbon from, was STILL resting on the edge of his pool table. Without thinking twice about it, Jon snatched it up and sent it flying into the wall opposite of him, letting out a scream of pure rage. How DARE Callihan come here and try, maybe even succeed, at DESTROYING what they had been building?

Jon should have known this would happen. What else was Sami supposed to think and believe? He had seen for YEARS how Jon treated women and now one of those was his own SISTER! Sami was just as pissed as Jon, if not more so, and hated the fact they were working for the same damn wrestling company. Was that why Delilah had gone to AEW, taken them up on their offer? That was such an ugly thought, but what if she'd gone simply because of Jon?

Gritting his teeth while he walked the Strip of Vegas, Sami felt the hatred for Jon boiling inside of him, clenching his fists at his sides. For years, they had been brothers, family, and he never thought Jon would go after Delilah. Sami had even ASKED him if he had feelings for his sister at one time and Jon had snorted derisively, blowing him off. Now looking back, Sami realized Jon had indeed wanted his sister and he'd been too stupid, too trusting, too naïve to realize it until now…when it was too late.

Jon hadn't been THAT man in a very long time.

When he had signed on with the WWE, he had been warned right out the gate that his prior 'persona' and actions would NOT be tolerated, on-screen or off. They were trying to shed some of the more negative things about the company and wouldn't have him bringing his whoring, destructive ways around and ruining it. As time went by, years passed and he actually started growing up a little bit, just a little. Whoring and using women weren't something Jon felt like doing anymore and hadn't wanted to do anymore. Jon was now laying on top of his pool table, one leg bent at the knee as he nursed a beer, staring broodingly at the ceiling and waited, every bit of him listening for Delilah to come back inside.

Please, don't run from me, from us. His heart and mind both pleaded.

Should she stay or should she go and make amends with her brother?

Delilah didn't know what to do while she stayed outside with Blue, walking the premises deep in thought. What did a woman do when life became too overwhelming? She cooked – well, baked, actually. A lot of baking. The smells from the kitchen wafted down to where Jon was located while she busied herself in the kitchen, an apron on she found hanging in the pantry. Right now, she was making healthy no bake muffins that were full of fiber, even though she really wanted to make all fattening foods.

No, they had been slacking in the healthy eating department and it was time to get back on that train, so she had googled some recipes to try out. She also put the Christian music station on, needing some positive vibes and to feel uplifted after what happened with Sami. Even though it was going on 11 PM at night, she was not sleeping anytime soon and had a feeling Jon wasn't either.

Nope, he sure wasn't.

Jon was listening to whatever it was she was listening too and, eventually, the soft noises coming from his kitchen told him she was doing something up there, so she wasn't leaving. He hoped anyway. Jon finished the beer and tossed it into the trash can, knowing he needed to clean up that shattered glass…eventually. Right now, he needed to go reassure himself that his wife wasn't leaving him, almost giggling as panic threatened to take over. His wife, and she didn't even know it. Sami hadn't been entirely wrong…just on the using, abusing, and losing her part.

She had just popped the muffins into the fridge to set overnight when she heard footsteps behind her and slowly closed it. Delilah felt terrible for the way she treated Jon earlier, snapping at him the way she had. In her defense, Sami had said some cruel and nasty things to her and she needed time alone to mull over it all. Jon comforting and coddling her was the last thing she needed. After taking that time to herself, she realized just what a bastard her brother had been and wished she had voiced her own thoughts and opinions about him and his life choices. There was a REASON the man was still alone these days and it was that crappy, cynical, self-righteous attitude he carried around.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, tears filling her eyes and felt his hot breath on her ear and neck, a few slipping down her cheeks.

"For what?" He asked, his voice coming out gruffly, mostly from relief choking him right now.

She hadn't left, Delilah wasn't leaving. It was almost comical. His Delilah, his fiery, silvery vixen, hadn't run screaming for the hills like her jackass brother had wanted, but instead was…she was baking! If that was her coping mechanism, more power to her. Jon wrapped her up in his arms, not bothering to turn her around. He could feel her body sinking back into him and another wave of relief coursed through him.

"For needing time?"

"For snapping at you when you were just trying to help me."

Delilah leaned her head back against his shoulder and had come to another conclusion while out in the yard. She did love him. If she didn't, she wouldn't be here, fighting her brain and heart warring against each other. Her heart was Jon's and it always had been, even when she tried to have a relationship with Adam. It was why she didn't listen to Sami because of her strong love for the man currently holding her. Was it too soon to say those words? She already had once, but she'd been drunk at the time, so did that really count?

"I love you, Jon." Sniffling, she slowly turned in his arms to stare up into his beautiful blues and stroked his scruffy face. "I love you, that's the reason why I'm still here. It's the reason I'm willing to sacrifice my relationship with Sami too. There's no other explanation and no other way to say it. I'm…in love with you…and if you're just using me than please…please put me out of my fucking misery here and now. If this is just a game to you, if you're only wanting sex from me, then let me go." Her voice cracked, nothing more than a plea. Delilah wasn't accusing him of what Sami said, but IF her brother had nailed it on the head then she wanted to know now before she got more involved with Jon. "Y-You asked me for anything that night…and I still don't know what you meant, but…I agreed to it. I said I'd give you anything…and I will, but only if you feel the same way I do. If not, I have to leave before we go any further with this."

If there ever was a time to tell her the truth, this was IT. This was the time and Jon knew it, but fear kept him from revealing it. Also, she had mind tripped him with her confession, feeling like his body was leaving the ground, his heart skipping a few beats in his chest and he bet she could feel it.

"This isn't a game, Del. God, you have no idea how much I wish you could…you could understand, feel, what I feel for you." Jon had done some seriously shady things to get them to this point and he was now afraid it would come crashing down around him, her forgiveness only went so far. "I love you, doll," He said it softly, honestly, letting her hear the raw emotion in his voice. "This ISN'T a game to me."

He did love her.

She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice, and everything in-between. Cupping his face in her soft hands, Delilah brought his forehead down to meet hers and breathed him in, fresh tears sliding down her cheeks for an entirely different reason. Sami was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

"Again, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for…acting the way I did around you all these years and pushing you away, keeping you at arm's length. For not telling you the truth about how I felt and using Sami as an excuse not to be with you." He brushed her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "You didn't have to make me fall in love with you, Jon. I've been there for a long time and it's why none of the other guys I've tried being with have worked out." Kenny included. "It's always been you and I was just blind and stupid. You're the only guy who has never lied to me and has been completely honest, even if it's brutal. There are so many things about you I love, but your devotion and honesty are at the top of my list."

Oh, sweet baby Jesus, his sweet mother Mary and whatever God is out there listening…Jon felt like the world's biggest asshole and he bet he was definitely in the top three running for the title.

Not a good thing at all. He was a scumbag, a complete and total scumbag, and he knew without even having to consider it that three things in this moment were absolutely certain. He loved her enough to seriously contemplate murdering her brother for the poison Sami had spewed at her. He would do all of this, the drunken night and marriage, over again without blinking. And finally, he couldn't tell her about any of it. Not yet. She had just doused him in ice water and a strange warmth at the same time.

"I love you, Delilah…" He whispered hoarsely, pulling her against him and buried his face in her hair, squeezing to the point she had to tap him to let up.Just forgive me when you find out what I did…

The oven went off, disrupting their moment, and she cracked a smile before softly brushing her lips against his. "I love you too, Jon. Let me get these out of the oven and then we can go upstairs."

Blue was already passed out on the couch in the living room, his normal spot. Jon stepped back to give her enough space to put the pan on top of the stove before she shut the oven off and cleaned up, taking the apron off. Taking his hand, Delilah guided him upstairs to the bedroom and shut the door before pushing him back against it gently. There was no planning it out or trying to make the moment perfect because it never worked out that way. She peeled her tank top off, revealing no bra beneath and shucked her shorts to the side, no panties on either. This was long, LONG overdue to happen and she could see the hunger burning in his eyes as she reached up to take the clip out of her hair, letting it tumble all around her shoulders and down her back, framing her face.

"I do believe we should pick up where we left off earlier."

This time around he knew there would be no interruptions because Sami was probably off screwing around on the Strip and drinking his issues away. "You sure, doll?" He asked quietly, watching as those silver locks cascaded down around her, reaching out to run his fingers through those silky smooth tresses.

At her nod, he stepped up to lift her, one hand dropping to push down the waist of his shorts. He stepped out of them before carrying her over to their bed and planted her right in the center of it. There was one good thing that had come of Sami's interruption and the events that followed. Delilah had confessed she loved him. Leaning down, Jon brushed her lips with his, a hand moving down to caress her bundle of nerves. There were no doubts in her mind and that nagging had evaporated the moment she confessed how she felt for him.

Maybe that was her issue, not confessing how she felt. Delilah hated how feelings and matters of the heart worked. Her juices soaked his fingers, she was more than ready for him and moaned as he continued to stroke her, stoking that raging fire. Their eyes locked as he hooked her leg up to spread her wider for him and slowly, he pushed past her soaking folds to claim her once again.

"Oh god, Jon…" She moaned out breathlessly, arching her neck as he began teasing her neck while giving her time to adjust to him.

He was bigger than she remembered, still having only pieces of their previous time together instead of the entire memory. When she shifted against him, he began to move and captured her mouth, stealing what was left of her breath. That month without feeling her had left him a bit…hazy on just how tight she was wrapped around his cock. Jon had thought back then that she was all his, made to fit just him, and that thought came back as he began slowly thrusting in and out of her, teasing them both. He loved how she felt, like she was gripping at him with a tiny million little velvet hands, trying to keep his cock from leaving her very receptive body.

"Fuck, doll," He hissed from between clenched teeth. "You're killing me, Delilah." In the very best of ways. One hand was kneading her hip, the other trailing palm down up her stomach and between the valley of her breasts until his fingers brushed against her throat.

"S-Same…fuck, Jon…" As much as she loved this position, there was one better that would allow her to feel him completely. "Sit back, new position." She ordered breathlessly, watching his brow rise and he only had to leave her body briefly as she moved to be on all fours on the bed in front of him. Her pert backside he loved to squeeze and admire all the time plain as day in his vision. "I need to feel all of you and missionary doesn't do it justice." Wiggling her backside at him teasingly, she heard Jon growl and shivered, winking at him over her shoulder.

Just to make sure this wasn't a daydream, she pinched her wrist and felt the zing of pain, breathing a sigh of relief.