Chapter 28

This was finally happening.

Not a daydream, this was really happening, and god help anyone who interrupted them this time. Including Blue. He didn't have his cell in here, no house phone, and Jon knew her own cell was elsewhere. The only way this was stopping was if the Divine him or herself came in and smote them both. He planted her upper body on the mattress with a palm between her shoulder blades, watching as Delilah teasingly wiggled that beautiful backside at him, tempting him to fuck her until she was numb. Jon brought his palm down on one cheek, then the other, another growl escaping him when she simply purred.

"Tease." He rumbled, sliding back home inside her greedy little body, letting out a ragged moan once he was sheathed back inside of her.

The best part of this was she WOULD remember every bit of this because her memory wouldn't be clouded, thanks to Long Island Iced Teas. No, she would remember how Jon felt inside of her, sliding in and out, claiming her for his own. His ragged groans and growls echoing around the room were pure music to her ears and they mixed perfectly with her soft, throaty cries of pleasure. Delilah rose back up, refusing to be pushed down because she wanted to meet him for every thrust and Jon didn't fight her, both finding a rhythm they thoroughly enjoyed. Jon suddenly yanked her up by her hair to collide her back against his chest, his hand wrapped around her throat and she swallowed hard, moaning uncontrollably at how incredible he felt inside of her.

"Harder – HARDER, JON, PLEASE!" Her pussy GUSHED around him and his thrusts increased tenfold, giving her exactly what she wanted at the pace and intensity she craved. "YES – YES!"

If she wanted a sober reenactment of that night, Jon was kinky enough to do it, without thinking twice. With the right person, with her, he had no shame. Sex was meant to be fun, pleasurable, and satisfaction could be obtained in a lot of ways. He had a feeling going anywhere near her backside tonight would be a no-go, even if she did get off on ass play, so he gave her what she was screaming for instead.

"I'm going to break you, Delilah!" He growled in her ear, feeling her head moving in eager assent.

"D-Do it – DO IT! Break me! Oh god!"

She wanted to shatter to pieces against him, to finally reach her end and feel him explode inside of her – all at the same time. The way he hammered in and out of her, Delilah knew she would be sore and her body could take a pounding, no pun intended. Jon was using his full strength to plow in and out of her, finally pushing her down back down on the bed to finish it off, and she more than obliged, still managing to meet him for every powerful thrust. That hot coil inside of her suddenly sprang free and she gushed like a geyser, all around him, wrapping him in a hot wet cocoon to the point where she might very well suffocate his cock.

"Jon – JON! There! Oh fuck!"

Oh, she had soaked him and, even as he continued pounding her, he could see her own hot juices running down between her thighs, knowing from experience she had a lot more to give him. "Again, Delilah!" He ordered, slapping her ass again and then once more, cursing when she began grinding back against him.

Leaning over her quivering body, he gripped the headboard with one hand for leverage and tried ignoring how her body was trying to suffocate his cock. Pounding her harder than before, Jon enjoyed both the sounds of flesh slapping flesh as well as her cries of pleasure. She had to reach for the headboard as well, both hanging onto it for their own leverage and more for her balance. Delilah was on shaky ground and felt that burning sensation ripple through her again, knowing another orgasm was building rapidly. It would not take along since she was already sensitive and Jon wanted to push her to that brink, that line between pain and pleasure. Soon, her body gave into what it wanted, what Jon demanded as she came harder than she ever had in her life, screaming his name. If he didn't explode inside of her soon, she would black out, doing everything in her power not to let it happen.

She wanted to REMEMBER him exploding inside of her this time.

The fact that he hadn't climaxed yet was a miracle, considering all the teasing and tormenting that had gone down over this past month. Jon wasn't going to hold out any longer, not after those two delicious, powerful orgasms had ripped through her and attacked his dick. "Fuck, Delilah…" He was panting, both hands dropping to her hips and he gave one final thrust, bringing her back in time and caved into his own end, filling her beyond full of his seed. "DELILAH!" He roared her name, hoping Sami heard that in Vegas, wherever he was.

"Well…worth…waiting…for…" Delilah panted out, collapsing on the bed since she had absolutely no strength left in her arms and legs.

She felt Jon join her moments later, chuckling under her breath and coughed, moving to lay on her side instead of on her stomach. Jon couldn't respond at the moment, their bodies coated in sweat and the smell of their lovemaking permeated the air around them. He did manage to wrap an arm around her waist to pull her against him, his heavy breathing puffing against her neck.

"Mmm…" There was no other place in the world Delilah wanted to be except here in his arms and sincerely hoped Sami was proud of himself for cutting his own flesh and blood off. "All I need…is you, Jon. You're the only one I trust now completely."

That feeling tried creeping back in of being the world's biggest asshole, worst scumbag, but he shoved it aside, refusing to let anything bring him down. Sami had royally messed her up, though, if HE was the only one she trusted. Jon ignored the niggle in his heart, something ice cold with dread, that whispered he was skating on thin ice with this trust.

"And Blue," He teased in a raspy growl, laughing breathlessly when she nodded her add with an 'of course, Blue too'. "Don't forget him, doll." He rolled her onto her back, hovering over her and stared down into those beautiful golden brown eyes, inwardly sighing. He was such a shameless dickhead. "I love you."

"You sure you don't love the sex?" She squealed when he popped her backside firmly, not playful at all and laughed, bringing his lips down for a fiery kiss. "Mmm, I like it rough, Moxley." He should have known that considering what all they did to each other – that she could remember anyway – their first time. "I love you too, pain in the ass. And I love Blue too. I think I may love the dog more than you. Sorry, not sorry." That made him roll his eyes and Delilah giggled against his lips as he held her close, relishing the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together.

"You're lying," Jon remarked with absolute confidence, snorting when she raised a brow at him. He snorted a second time, moving onto his side and shook his own head. "Doll, I was saying 'I love you' before the sex." He then considered it, giving a conceding nod. "This time." Laughing, Jon caught Delilah's hand when she went to pop him this time, bringing it up to his lips and planted a kiss on the back of it before lacing his fingers with hers. "To be fair, I love the dog more than you; it's the way he wags his little stubby tail whenever he sees me." He had jokes too.

"Blue is our long lost love, our soulmate, and we can't live without him." Delilah affirmed with a grin, her brown eyes sparkling with the golden specks in them flickering with life and happiness. She truly was happy with Jon. "Who can resist that tail anyway? I can't and you can't either. You give that dog anything he whims and begs for." He nodded with no shame and she laughed harder, brushing her lips against his. "You ARE the second love of my life though. How's that?"

"I will accept this; you're also going to have to deal with being second." This was…not something he had ever done with a woman, this joking and not feeling stupid about it. It WAS sort of stupid, but it was funny and comfortable, and he was turning into a chick. This woman was corrupting him or something and he was probably going to let it happen, dance along this weird little path with a big grin on his face. "Fuck, Del," He sighed, burying his face into her shoulder, feeling her fingers beginning to rake through his short hair. "Don't leave me," He mumbled, her fingers stopping at that and then smirked. "For the dog."

"Well, I most certainly can't fuck a dog, Good." That made him groan into her neck and she couldn't stop laughing to save her life, shaking her head. "I suppose I'll keep you around for the mind-blowing sex. I need to get my rocks off somehow besides using my vibrator, right?" This had always been what they did with each other was joke around and she lifted his face until his eyes met hers, hers growing serious. "I won't leave you, Jon. I'm here to stay…as long as you want me. I love you, I love Blue, and I'm in love with Vegas and I don't want to go back to Cincinnati. I…don't want to be alone and only have wrestling in my life. I've needed something more for a long, long time and I've finally found it. You're the LAST person I ever thought I'd be with, but here we are. You're loyal, trustworthy, loving, friendly, and you really care about me. You're not half-bad looking either, so that's a plus too." Now Delilah was grinning again.

"Wait stop, are you talking about me or Blue?" Jon snorted, shaking his head and tamping down on the unease that bubbled in his gut again. Those were definitely dog qualities and he didn't see any of them applying to him outside of caring about her, loving her. Also, he was a gorgeous son of a bitch if he did say so himself! Sitting upright, he stared down at her and shook his head, flashing her a boyish smile. "So…what's a great after-sex, really crazy day snack?" He teased, reaching out to begin pulling her out of the bed. "I need food, then I'm ravaging you again." They had a month's worth of sex to catch up on.

He also needed her to stop talking about how trustworthy he was because he was NOT trustworthy.

Jon was a scandalous jackass.

"I made us healthy snacks and you're eating them. We need to stop with the garbage eating and take better care of our bodies, Moxley. And it starts tonight." Pecking his lips, she slid out of bed and pulled on a robe, feeling him walk up to wrap his arms around her waist from behind. "I'll bring them back up here and we can snack in bed. Maybe I'll even let you eat something off me." Delilah knew she was teasing him and giggled softly at his growl in her ear, smacking his hand. "Down boy, sustenance first. Get back in bed, I'll make sure to fill Blue's water bowl too while I'm down there." She walked out of the bedroom, after accepting a kiss from him and made her way downstairs to the kitchen, feeling much better about everything.

Jon took the opportunity to open a window and stick his head out of it, inhaling the fresh air and inwardly groaned. First of all, Wildberry pop tarts were life and she was out of her mind. Second, he needed to cool his jets. If she said loyal, honest, trustworthy in regard to him, in any variation again tonight, – he had honestly lost count now – he would have an attack of some sort. Panic, anxiety, manic, one of them were going to happen. By the time Delilah returned, Jon had used the bathroom and 'spruced' up with some cold water and bar soap, needing to wash the thin layer of scumbag from his skin.

"No pop tarts?" He batted his blue eyes at her.

Rolling her eyes, she tossed him the pack of Wildberry pop tarts and snorted, sitting on the bed with the delicious, HEALTHY snacks she'd made earlier. "You're missing out, enjoy those…things."

Delilah wrinkled her nose at them, not bothering to hide her disdain and began eating one of the muffins, groaning at how good it was. Jon had worked her appetite up into a frenzy and, since they weren't done yet, she figured she better eat to refuel. Plopping on the bed, he popped one of the muffins in his mouth, whole, making her laugh while she ate one of the granola bars.

"You're supposed to take bites, moron."

"I did." He shot back around a mouthful of muffin, crumbs raining down onto his lap and he snorted at himself.

What the hell kind of muffin was this and did he really have baking things in the house? His eyes narrowed at her, wondering when those changes had happened and WHY he hadn't noticed it? He really did have it bad for this wicked witch, who was casting serious mojo on him. Next was the Pop-Tarts.

"Hey, if loving these is wrong, I will never be right, doll." He offered her a bite with a sweet smile.

They made small banter back and forth before jumping back in bed together, making love until the early hours of the morning.