Chapter 13

"We'll hit the casino and see if anyone fun is out and about tonight." She had called him Jon and it had sent ripples of something dark, dangerous, and lusty through him, his eyes flashing with it briefly. "You ever go celebrity watching? They're a buncha crazies." And he wanted to test her luck out. "Come on, Del, we'll walk off this meal and then if you're up for it, hit the Strip."

If Delilah was going to hurl, however, he'd rather she did it in here, where there were a lot of bathrooms. Not to mention, they'd be constantly served alcohol while in here. Jon pushed away from the table, his card already on file, so when the receipt was brought to him, he simply pocketed it, tossing down a few twenties as a tip before extending his arm again.

"Milady."

She took his arm without hesitation, unlike before, a slight glaze over her own eyes from the buzz she had going on. "Lead the way, kind sir." Delilah laughed, trying to do her best English accent and failed miserably. "That sounded horrible, didn't it?" Jon nodded and she nudged him, letting him guide her wherever they were going.

There were A LOT of people here, but first they hit up the slot machines. She didn't know if it was the drinking or environment change, but Delilah's luck had turned around. She ended up winning fifteen hundred dollars on her first try and gaped at the machine, looking up at Jon wide-eyed, who also had a dropped jaw.

"Oh my god!"

"Ma'am," Obviously, for a win that size, a gambling hostess was right there with a plastered on, bright smile and a black book. "If you'll give me your name, we'll have the paperwork ready for you to sign when you cash out. Unless you'd rather use it here?"

Jon shook his head once when Delilah glanced up at him. Sure, use it here, and she could watch how fast that win went down the drain! Gambling was addicting, people got addicted to the adrenaline and the 'can't lose' mentality, and then they lost and thought they'd be able to win it back. Places like this preyed on that kind of mentality.

"Or at least pocket half, doll." He suggested as an afterthought, knowing she'd probably have a lot of uses for a grand.

Growing up poor on the streets, basically, gave Delilah perspective and she knew when to walk away, especially with that fake smile this woman had on her face. "I'll cash out and we can do something else."

The last thing she wanted to do was lose her backside at gambling, never a big fan of it. Her Aunt had been a huge gambler back in the day and had tried even selling Sami at one point, but Delilah had put a stop to it. All she had to do was threaten the old hag with child protective services and she caved, instead paying her gambling debt in other ways.

"Very well." The woman didn't seem happy as they were escorted to the cash-out station, the paperwork taking a few minutes to procure. "Are you SURE you don't want to stay and play a few more rounds?"

Even buzzed, she wasn't stupid and leaned into Jon's side as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Nope. I'm going to take my winnings while the getting's good, lady." Delilah winked up at Jon and felt him kiss the top of her head as the paperwork was handed over. Within moments, she had a check in hand and they were on their way out the door. "My god, I can't believe I won that much on ONE try! This is crazy!"

"Yeah no shit!" Jon laughed, keeping his arm wrapped around her waist while she tucked that check away for safekeeping. No doubt she could cash it anywhere in town, but that was a LOT of money to be walking around with, trying to fit everywhere. "Mmm, we need another drink to celebrate your turn in luck." He knew just the place too, guiding her across the street and grinned.

The night was upon them, but on the Strip, it never got dark.

Her eyes were going to fall out of her head if they didn't stop swiveling to look at everything. Another drink is what they did with beers at a bar of Jon's choice. It was nice enough, a little rough around the edges, but it was also the type of place she envisioned them to be at. That casino was FAR too fancy, but she did appreciate the delicious meal, they'd had. This wasn't just a bar either – it was a club. Not a strip club, but a club with music, dancing and drinking. Delilah had two beers and Jon one before he pulled her out onto the dance floor to start swaying with her. Her barriers, her walls, were DOWN completely, along with her guard, especially when she laced her fingers around his neck to move with him. In the foggy haze of her inebriated mind, it occurred to Delilah what was happening, what she was doing and WHO she was with, the alarm bells very faint, but still there.

Even tipsy, possibly drunk, they went off in her head as soon as Jon dipped his head to try to kiss her. "W-What are you doing?" She stammered, trying to pull away, but his arms tightened around her and their noses gently touched. "Jon, please…"

Jon could hear the plea in her tone, but he wasn't sure if it was for him to stop or not. They had been dancing and she had definitely been grinding against him not so long ago during a dirty song. "Please what, Delilah?" He rumbled, his tongue snaking out to trace along her bottom lip. His eyes were darkened and his own breathing had picked up.

The darkness of his eyes, they were a deep cerulean and all she wanted to do was lean forward a little more to press her lips to his. Sami…Sami will hate you if you do this, Del, she reminded herself, actual anguish and turmoil filling her own orbs.

What was she supposed to do? They were dirty dancing together, in a club, in Vegas and her entire body was trembling against him, begging for her to just take the leap, the risk. Every part of her…except her nagging, annoying brain.

"Don't do this, don't cross this line with me." Because if he did, there would be no going back. As she said those words, her forehead pressed against his and her hands caressed his shirt-covered chest while they continued moving to the beat of the music. All Delilah wanted to do was cross the line though, her body language screaming it, but she shook her head, contradicting, battling with herself on what to do. "I-I need some air…"

Jon was torn, for a second at least. He wanted to cross that line. He wanted to break down those walls and destroy any and all boundaries she tossed up. Jon didn't care about the repercussions, honestly, how bad could they be? Tonight was PROOF Delilah wanted him as much as he wanted her; she was just restraining herself for whatever reasons and, as far as he was concerned, none of them were valid.

"Me too, doll…" He rumbled, right before capturing her lips with his, denying them both that air.

It was straight, surging fire as soon as he kissed her, as soon as his lips met hers, and the raging inferno quickly engulfed her entire body. The alcohol and her inebriated mind did NOT help matters, or the fact her pussy was now SCREAMING at her to get with the program. It'd been a while since she last had sex; she was sexually deprived, and it was obvious Jon wanted to rid her of that deprivation. The softest of moans escaped her as Jon's tongue swiped against her lips and she opened up for him, giving him the access he desperately wanted and craved, both tasting each other for the first time. Christ, he tasted better and the smell of him surrounded her, her arms tightening around his neck to where their bodies were pressed together. Not even a thin piece of paper could be wedged between them at the moment.

"I-I can't...!" She gasped out against his lips, tearing them off his with one last attempt to stop this from happening. "P-Please…"

Jon just yanked her flush against his rock hard body and kissed her again, making her world spin off its axes. Delilah was losing this battle fast and, unless she did something drastic, there wasn't a doubt in her mind where this would lead to before the night was out. Jon's response to her 'I can't' was to hoist her up, feeling her legs encircle his waist. Probably because her balance wasn't the best right now, he was depriving her already buzzing body of much needed oxygen.

"I'll put you down and stop," He murmured, kissing his way down her neck, feeling her shuddering against him and groaned, fairly certain he was going to blue ball himself. His cock screamed for him to take her, to make her his. "If you have one more drink with me."

"Jesus Christ…" Delilah swallowed hard, the feeling of his lips against her neck, her throat, setting her even more on fire.

It was like she was a volcano ready to erupt.

Pulling back to stare into his eyes, she tightened her legs around him and contradicted herself yet again by brushing her lips against his softly, making him growl. Slowly, Jon lowered her to slide down his body until her feet touched the dance floor before he guided her by the hand back to their table. She was sweating and had to pull her hair back up with the clip in her purse to get it off her neck. What Delilah didn't realize was exposing her neck just made Jon hungrier for her as she sat down, leaning her head back against the booth seat.

Jon, like the total dick he was, ordered them each a Long Island Iced Tea, knowing she wouldn't think twice about it and, sure enough, when they arrived, she took a long pull. "Whoa, doll…" He bent down, brushing his lips against her temple. "Slow down." Delilah was going to be GONE by the time this drink was finished and he didn't move to touch his own, his eyes watching a bead of sweat trailing down the column of her throat.

Leaning down, he ran his tongue up along that trail, groaning hungrily.

"I-I'm so thirsty…" She pushed the Long Island Iced Tea away and needed water, feeling her mouth go dry when he licked that bead of sweat away from her neck. "Jon…" How many times would she have that pleading tone to her voice? "Y-You said you'd stop if I had another drink with you…" Delilah reminded him in a shaky voice, trying to do EVERYTHING in her power not to jump him in this booth and it didn't help they sat right next to each other. When he grunted about lying, she pulled away from him and shook her head, pressing her hands against his strong chest. "Let me breathe and think…I can't breathe and think when you do shit like that…" Oh boy, that guzzling of the Long Island Iced Tea was NOT a good idea and she felt her buzz increase to where she was officially drunk. "You're such a bad boy, aren't you?"

"I think you like it more than you'd ever admit, doll." He needed water, swiping his own bottle and downed it. Jon also needed a very cold shower to cool his racing blood or to be buried balls deep in this silver vixen that had cast a very wicked spell on him. "Finish your drink, Del, and we'll get out of here. Get some air." He took a long swallow of his, gnashing his teeth against an ice cube and pulled it from the glass.

Jon wanted the ice more than the drink, running the cube along his neck. He was right. She did. Delilah did love the fact he was a bad boy and it was one of the reasons that attracted her to him so much. She snatched the water from him, taking a swig from it, along with an ice cube and began chomping on it, trying to get this feeling in her head to lift a bit.

"Maybe I do." Delilah took part of the ice cube out of her mouth and held it against the back of her neck, shutting her eyes. There was no way in hell she was finishing that Long Island Iced Tea, not with how drunk she already was. "Unless you want me tripping and stumbling all over the place, let's just leave. I'm not finishing the drink, Moxley."

"Fair enough." Jon was up and on his feet, buzzed, whereas she was drunk. When she stood and reached for him, she stumbled. Yes, Delilah was definitely drunk. Not blackout, going to piss down a gutter drunk, but good and properly sloshed. He could work with that. "I got you, doll." He looped his arm around her waist, keeping her upright against him and tossed some bills onto the table to cover their drinks. "Come on, Delilah." He guided her out of the bar, the warm 73 degree Las Vegas air actually cooler than the inside of that packed club.

It felt amazing, that breeze flowing over her and Delilah tilted her head back up to stare at the sky, getting some much-needed oxygen. She felt Jon guide her a little ways from the club and once they were back at his truck, he pressed her against the passenger side door to start kissing her again. "S-Sami…" She choked out, fisting his shirt tightly in her trembling hands and felt him slowly pull back to stare down into her eyes intensely. Man, there was A LOT of fire and intensity in those electric blues and Delilah felt her breathing quicken. "I-I can't…I won't…cross the line with you…because of him. He's my brother and I can't lose him, Jon, don't you understand that? Don't you CARE about the fact I'm your best friend's sister, someone you grew up with? I-It doesn't matter that we're adults…Sami will never forgive either one of us if this happens and we both know it…"

"Or maybe he'd get over it and be happy." Because Lord knew he and Sami were practically brothers. Practically. Brothers. If this had been a cartoon, a lightbulb would have appeared over Jon's head right then and there. "Come on, I'm done, let's just walk for a bit, okay?" Jon was mentally taking note of where they were, his hand already lacing through hers. "You're not going to lose him, Delilah, you got my word on that, doll." He promised, his arm around her shoulder to keep her steady. Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen, and he wanted her to keep that dazed look on her face.

How did he know that? How did Jon know she wouldn't lose Sami? Delilah leaned against him while they walked, each in their own thoughts and the fire inside of her kept raging. She was in pain – was this what female blue balls felt like? The lights surrounding her made her head swim, but they were beautiful, nevertheless. Before long, they were standing outside of a building and Jon turned to face her, staring up into his eyes.

Why was her heart starting to thunder in her chest?

"What is it?" She asked, reaching up to glide her fingernails down the scruff on his face gently, lovingly.