Chapter 33
"Jon, it's like a thousand degrees out here! You're going to burn up in that." Had he lost his mind or were his brains scrambled from his match with Janella? "Just…keep your shirt off and we'll get room service. It's not a big deal. And I got a text from the hotel and they fixed the AC in our room, thank god." There was no way she could have sex with Jon with how hot it was in their room earlier. Daytona Beach, Florida in the summer sucked! At least in Vegas, it was dry heat, but the humidity here left little to be desired. "We can take a shower together, stuff our faces, and celebrate our victories tonight." Even though she lost, Delilah felt like she was won due to how great the match was in general.
"Babe, it's one of those really thin long-sleeved ones and I live in Vegas." Jon had learned how to adapt to most heat, minus the Florida humidity, and that was mainly because he did not like having a swamp in his ass nor did he appreciate his usually clean balls smelling like a trailer park in the everglades. Earlier, she had also said she wasn't having sex with him because she wasn't blowing out her thighs or something before a match. Personally, he liked a pre-game workout of the sexual variety; it was more entertaining than his finger pushups and shadow boxing. However, since she had sort of retracted her stick with that final offer, he grinned. "As M'lady wishes…" Maybe he'd order some tea, snickering at the thought.
The fact of the matter was that having sex right before a match was not a smart idea at all. Thighs could blow out very easily due to using those particular muscles. Delilah refused to jeopardize her match for sex, bottom line. Jon would have to deal with the way she did things. That stick up her backside would not be removed fully, there were still quirks about her that would never go away. Again, take it or leave it. Delilah was not changing for anyone or anything in this world, not even Jon. Not only did she refuse to have sex with him before FyterFest, but at the time, the air-conditioning in their room hadn't been working, so she told him no sex until they were out of Jacksonville. Now that the air-conditioning was fixed and the event was done, she had no problem letting Jon have his wicked way with her. The moment they were back at the hotel in their room and set their gym bags down, Jon lifted her over his shoulder, carting her to the shower for cleansing and pleasure.
Jon already knew that whole stick in her backside was only valid while she was sober; he knew what a kinky, crazy little slut his woman could be and he meant that in the most respectful way ever. He would never, ever use that word outside of his head because he liked his teeth where they were. Nobody would ever say Delilah wasn't a dangerous woman, it was all part of her charm. Jon was humming her theme music under his breath while he palmed her backside with one hand, the other busy getting the water at the perfect temperature.
"I kinda like you in this position," If she had been naked, he would have nipped her backside, grinning as he finally set her down. His eyes narrowed in on her nose and the surrounding area. "You want some salve after the shower for that?" It wasn't broken, but he bet it was tender.
"Sure, it doesn't hurt, but I know it'll help tone down the bruising and swelling."
Nothing makeup couldn't cover up for a few days. Then again, Delilah had nobody to impress and wore every bruise she got like a badge of honor, along with every scar. She smiled at his thoughtfulness, undoing the cargo pants he wrestled in and kissed the middle of his hairy chest, pushing them down his muscular legs for him to step out of. Jon had already taken his boots off after setting her down and proceeded to do the same thing to her, both undressing each other. This time, Jon lifted her up by her outer thighs, her legs encircling his waist and stepped inside the shower with her pulling the curtain closed.
"You know, you got me all hot and bothered in that ring tonight. Just like back in the day when I'd watch you destroy everyone in your path. It turns me on watching you wrestle, Moxley."
Jon bet if he poked her nose, it'd hurt and she'd backhand him. He was getting another boner just thinking about it. "Explains why you were always so damn anxious around me. I was getting you hot and bothered." He chuckled, catching her hand before she could slap his cut-up arm from the thumbtacks. He extended that arm under the sprays, letting the water wash away some of the blood. It didn't even faze him, his eyes on her as she watched the superficial cuts being revealed. "Does it bother you?" He had even made sure not to injure himself on purpose after the last time. "Or maybe get you hot?"
"Both." While she spoke, Jon had set her down as they washed each other, him first and then her. "Don't get me wrong, I don't like seeing you injured or anything like that. But bleeding during your matches, and you're the victor…I plead the fifth on that. Watching you being beaten down while bleeding, on the other hand, not so much." Squirting some body wash into the loofah sponge, she began watching his chest and arms. "I still remember being at your going-away party, after the Evolve pay-per-view, and I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye to you. It hurt too much. I honestly thought once you signed with the WWE, I'd never see you again. I was happy for you, but not selfish enough to bombard you with my stupid feelings. And then you left the WWE years later and walked right back into the same gym we spent countless hours in together and turned my world upside down all over again. I didn't want to feel that hurt and pain again when you went away again, so…that's why I kept you at arm's length for as long as I could. I put up those boundaries because I was protecting myself…and I honestly thought all you wanted from me was a one-night stand. But what you did tonight with your social media account, posting a picture of us with Blue…it made me realize how serious you really are about us and this relationship. Made me love you even more if that's possible…" He didn't want to hide it from the world that Delilah belonged to him and he belonged to her. "Sorry, Sami got me thinking a lot tonight, reflecting on the past and shit."
So…she had never said anything about her feelings for him all those years ago and then essentially punished him for not telling him about her feelings and basically hurting herself. Women were odder than him, namely this particular one. "Don't apologize, I know shit isn't going to be right in your world until this is mended between you and him," And NOT by kicking Jon to the curb either. He wasn't about to allow that one to happen. Delilah was stuck with him until death do they part, not that she remembered. "Darlin', I know a decade ago, I was a whore," He admitted it freely, but had changed on that aspect completely. Being in a goldfish bowl taught him how to tamp down stuff. It was probably good for him in the long run to be in WWE, the more he thought about it. "But that stopped a while ago, while no one was looking."
Delilah hadn't meant to punish him and would never have barriers up with Jon again. They were all down and she had given everything to him, without realizing it. Anything meant anything."You think I don't know that already? You've changed, Jon. Your eyes have only been for me since we reunited. I was just too stubborn and blind to see it until…well, until that night in Vegas." It still bothered her those memories were lost because she wanted to know everything they did that night together. "You've more than proven to me over the past month that you're faithful and loyal. I don't have any more doubts about that. So, I've decided I'm giving my apartment up in Cincy and making Vegas my one and only permanent residence. My life is with you and I want to build a future with you, with us both doing what we love most in this world." She passionately kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and felt him press her back against the shower wall. "You're stuck with me, Mox."
"I'm glad to hear that, Del, makes things easier on the kidnapping front," Jon rumbled, meaning it as a joke, mostly. He grinned when she laughed against his jawline, feeling one of her little hands snaking down between his legs. As if he needed any coaxing, there wasn't one thing about this woman that turned him off, including her occasional prissy attitude. He just loved that too because it was a challenge, a tease at this point. "I love you," Her hand was guiding him and then up on his shoulder as their bodies took over. "Mine." He murmured, his lips brushing hers even as he slid inside her receptive body.
"All yours, Jon…" Delilah moaned out, moving in unison with him and once again surrendering everything she had.
WHAT THE FUCK? That was the only thought that came to Delilah as she stared at the letter in front of her, golden brown eyes wide as saucers.
Another month had gone by with Jon and Delilah growing closer, more intimate, and not a peep was heard from Sami. Honestly, if her brother couldn't be happy for her and get over his ego problem, that was on him. He'd end up losing his sister, the only person who ever gave a damn about him, all because she had found happiness with his best friend. Now, Jon was her best friend, mentor, and one of the only people she could rely on. Britt was a close second on the list, followed by Brandi and a few others. Kenny still baited her every chance presented to him, though he'd learned not to say anything when Jon was around. The coward wanted nothing to do with the Purveyor of Violence, but he would not give up on getting Delilah back either.
That would never happen.
Sex with Jon was amazing, but it wasn't just the sex that glued them together. They enjoyed watching movies together, taking walks in whatever city or town AEW had them in, and their communication was on a par. She had gone overseas with him to Japan for the G1 Climax tournament, which was very grueling and they had only been back home for a few days. While over there, Jon even took her out on dates in their spare time, wining and dining her, as he liked to call it. Her favorite by far had been when he surprised her by taking her out to the Red Rocks in Vegas, at night before they left for Japan, under the moon and stars in his truck. He had a blowup mattress in the bed and they spent countless hours making love and talking, getting to know each other better. Who would've thought making love in the desert would've been incredible? Certainly not her! Delilah and Jon could also talk for hours about wrestling, their favorites, the good old days in CZW with Sami, his time in Puerto Rico, her time in Japan and other organizations while he'd been locked up in WWE.
It was refreshing being with someone who was just as passionate about wrestling as her.
Their happiness was about to come to a screeching halt with the letter that had arrived that day, along with a document. It was a marriage license…with her name on it and Jon's. When the hell did they get MARRIED?! It did not take long for the pieces to align and that word that had been plaguing her for the past couple of months since that drunken night finally made sense.
Anything.
Delilah and Jon had gotten married, then spent countless hours having raunchy sex to consummate it.
The only question now was whether or not Jon knew about this the entire time or was he just as clueless and in a drunken stupor as she'd been? Needing a drink, Delilah poured herself a shot of whiskey from the bar, then another, then downed a third just because she needed liquid courage. Jesus Christ, what if Jon DIDN'T know about this? Would he think she tried roping him into a marriage to take his assets or something? Then again, an even darker thought crossed her mind and it made tears sting her eyes, not wanting to imagine the possibility.
She did anyway.
What if Jon DID know about this and didn't tell her? He wanted to break her boundaries down and had proclaimed that night what he wanted from her, which was her mind, heart, body, and soul. ALL OF HER. What if this was his way of pinning her down, keeping her tied to him? What if he had taken her out for a night on the town, gotten her rip-roaring drunk with those Long Island Iced Teas, and coerced her into marrying him? That called for a fourth shot and she put the whiskey away, looking down at her shaking hands. Christ, how did Delilah even BEGIN having this conversation with him when he returned from his biking excursion in the desert?
There was only one person to call about this and Delilah didn't waste time, carrying the marriage license with her upstairs to the bedroom she shared with Jon. "Britt…" She sniffled out, unable to keep the tears at bay. "I fucked up. I fucked up really bad, girl…"
"Yeah? How?" Britt could hear the tears, frowning a bit because Delilah was not someone who cried. In fact, she was pretty rigid about keeping issues to herself, so the fact Delilah had called, crying no less, told her she was about to hear something horrible. Then Delilah dropped the biggest bomb EVER and she sputtered on the water she had been drinking. "I'm sorry, you did what?" There was no way she had heard that correctly. Delilah, strait-laced, rigid, Delilah…had married the king of crazy? No way! "Um, I'd say congratulations, but you don't sound very happy, didn't you want this?" Oh god, what if Jon forced her into it?!
"N-Not this soon! I-I've never even thought about marriage!"
Delilah had to calm down because it felt like her heart was going to give out or leap out of her chest from how fast it was pounding. It felt like it was drums in her ears. Teardrops landed on the marriage certificate as she set it aside, not wanting to ruin it more than she already had. Drawing her knees up to her chest, Delilah held the phone to her ear while Britt calmed her down, finally asking the inevitable question.
"Do you think Jon knows about this and tricked you or something? I know you love him, sweetie, but…I wouldn't put it past him to pull some bullshit like this either." Britt wanted to support her friend, but everyone knew Jon's reputation. "You said you didn't remember some of what happened that night. Does he? Does he remember everything?"
"I-I don't know. God, I hope not." What if Britt was right? Was Jon really crazy enough to do something like get her liquored up and marry her? "He's out right now biking through the desert, so when he gets home, we're sitting down and having a very LONG talk about that night." She wanted to know everything, including whether or not he knew about the marriage. "I gotta go. I'll call you later or tomorrow. Thanks, Britt."
"Hey, keep me in the loop, and if you need me to come help move you out, I will." Britt left her with that parting offer before murmuring her goodbye, exhaling slowly. That was crazy!
Considering she had said she wasn't holding his past against him, Jon wouldn't have been very pleased to hear that conversation. Even for him, that was extreme. Totally true, he'd deny it until the day he died, though, because it was just rude, people assuming he would do something like that.