Chapter 14

"I want you, Delilah," His raspy voice was completely serious as he stared down at her out of piercing, ice blues. "I want ALL of you, doll."

He wanted her to be HIS and only HIS, and Sami and everything be damned! Jon also knew that if she was in her right frame of mind, she'd be running for the hills right now. Well, no, she would have never let them get this far, to be honest. Delilah would have halted things a lot earlier in the evening. "Remember, doll," He bent down, resting his head against hers.

"No risk…no reward…"

Where was this coming from? Delilah's head was swimming and she was getting lost in those blue depths of his, sliding her hands up to grip his shoulders. "Jon…" If she was sober, he was absolutely right in his assumptions of her running far and getting away from him. That wasn't the case, however; she was a few sheets to the wind, enough to where she was slightly swaying on her feet and shook her head. "My head…we really shouldn't be having this talk until I'm not drunk as a skunk, Moxley." She murmured, not pulling away from him. "W-What do you mean you want ALL of me? I-I don't understand…"

"All of you, doll, every last bit of this," He tapped her temple before moving his hand down to rest over her heart. "This." Even drunk, she got where this was going and Jon relished her sharp intake of breath when his palm was between her legs, cupping her through her jeans. "And this." He took her hands in his, guiding them to his chest, right over his own heart. "Say yes, Delilah, we'd be good together and you know it…you know it! We already ARE good together." She was just being stubborn and not applying her no risk, no reward mentality where she really needed too.

"Please…" Delilah didn't even know what she was begging for anymore, whether it was him leaving her alone or taking her right here on the sidewalk.

They'd be good together…what did that mean? He wanted her head, heart and pussy, all of her. She swallowed hard, feeling him pull her to where they began walking with him going backward.

"No, please…" A whimper escaped her when he yanked her into his arms roughly to passionately kiss her, making her world spin all over again. The word he wanted to hear left her lips as soon as the kiss broke, her eyes nothing more than deep smoldering toffee by now. "Okay yes…yes to whatever you want from me."

"Anything?" He murmured huskily, feeling her nodding her head. For about a split second, Jon almost felt bad for what he was about to do to her, but that moment was gone pretty much as soon as he had it.

"Anything."

Jon knew what he wanted and he would get it, plain as that. He kissed her hands before pulling her down the street, already knowing exactly where they were going. Within minutes, he had her inside and watched as she blinked at the changeup from the neon lights of Vegas at night, to the dimmer, more natural lighting bathing them. Lacing his fingers through hers, he guided her to the desk, flashing the woman behind it a grin.

"Aww, do we need a ceremony?"

She had said anything…

Worst. Hangover. EVER.

Delilah did not want to open her eyes because it would hurt, very slowly shifting in the bed to finally look up at the ceiling. And she jumped at the sound of light snoring from her left, feeling an arm tighten around her waist. It wasn't just any arm…her hazy, still-blurred eyes moved up to stare into the sleeping face of none other than Jon.

What. The. FUCK? Delilah covered her mouth with her hand, fully awake now and ignored her pounding head as she carefully and quietly slid out of the bed away from him.

What the HELL happened last night? They had gone to the casino for dinner and then after that…it was all blank. Managing to get to her feet, Delilah spotted the bathroom connected to Jon's room and made a beeline for it, closing the door silently behind her. And realized something else as well – she was naked as a damn jaybird, which meant her and Jon had sex last night.

"Oh fuck…"

Drinking was a bad, BAD thing to do!

She was never drinking Long Island Iced Teas again as long as she lived!

She also had a lovely, small little hickey right on the flesh where neck and shoulder met. When she turned around, wondering why her back hurt, there were three small scratches running up along one of her dragon wings. Drunk Delilah was a WILD CAT in the bedroom and it had made Jon curious how she was when she was sober, besides all 'this is a bad idea', 'respect my boundaries', and other such nonsense they had totally blown by last night after coming back home. Delilah Good…she had signed all this paperwork to get her name changed, her social security number, all of it. Once the ball had gotten rolling, she had either been insanely drunk or convinced she was dreaming.

Sober Delilah was going to have a meltdown.

A meltdown was an UNDERSTATEMENT.

She was going to explode and take all of Vegas with her. Frowning, she reached back as far as she could to feel the scratch marks and shut her eyes, knowing they wouldn't scar. Good, she really didn't want her tattoo ruined because of a wild night of sex. Turning, Delilah looked in the mirror again, the reflection staring back at her making her cringe. The mark where shoulder met neck was a bullseye and, hopefully, with some makeup and her wrestling attire for that night, it would be covered up.

There were bruises on her upper arms, hips, thighs, shoulders and even her backside. Pulling away from the reflection, she relieved herself and then stared at the very inviting shower, tears already sliding down her cheeks. The guilt was eating away at her – she had done the ONE thing, crossed the ONE line, she vowed never to do. Sami was going to hate her, and she would lose her brother all because of one wild night of sex with Moxley.

"Damn it…" A shower would help wake her up further and hopefully, her head would stop pounding.

"Owww…." How had he gotten a hickey THERE?

Jon had a few drinks ONCE they got back home, a bit surprised they had even made it. Delilah had been three sheets, he had been buzzing, still not a good deal for driving, but…they were here, safe and sound, relatively in one piece. He poked his inner thigh, sitting up in the bed and cocked a brow. Jon had matching ones, on both thighs. He remembered that silver hair between his legs, groaning at that memory, the moonlight streaming in had made her silver hair practically glow. Rising out of bed and stretching, Jon felt his muscles protest and shook his head.

Last night had been wild.

Cringing, Delilah planted her hands on the shower wall while the sprays hit her in all directions and squeezed her eyes shut, hissing through her teeth. Drinking was terrible. Why did she do this to herself? The day from hell had turned into one insane night she only remembered half of. Sighing, Delilah realized she didn't even have her shower stuff in here and decided to just use Jon's, refusing to get out of these sprays right now. Flashbacks of what happened with Jon flowed through her mind, especially the moment she had shoved Jon on the bed to work her way down his body and gave him possibly the best blowjob of his life.

That was the best blowjob of my life, doll…That had given her quite the ego boost.

Jesus, she had not only screwed Jon, but sucked him off too! How would she be able to face him or meet his eyes again?! The worst part was Delilah was STUCK here until at least tomorrow morning and then she could scamper back to Cincinnati to hopefully pretend none of this happened.

If she thought giving him a blowjob, ON TOP OF THE SEX, was bad, Delilah was in for a treat once everything completely came back. Jon was up and had followed her, a bit surprised that she hadn't locked the bathroom door, but considering she was probably also suffering one hellacious hangover…not surprising as well. Actually, he hadn't followed her directly, he had veered off to get a bottle of water and some aspirin, knowing she was going to need them. She hadn't consumed as much water last night as she should've and today was the DAY, for them both.

"Delilah?" He had knocked once, loud enough to be heard over the sprays before coming in, hearing her groaning. Delilah sounded like she was in agony and less than pleased. "Doll, here." Jon extended his hands into the shower at the back, away from the water and waited for a moment. She took both the pills and the water, and he listened to her downing them both before the bottle came flying over the top of the curtain rod to hit the floor.

"Don't even THINK about joining me in here, Moxley." Delilah warned, not above kicking the hell out of him and didn't care he'd already seen her naked. "We may have had sex last night, but I'm sober now and I don't want to see you naked or you to see me naked, got it?" Her voice was laced with slight anger and a lot of annoyance, more at herself than him. "Fuck, my head…" She had already washed her hair and body, now she was trying to get her head to stop throbbing enough to step out of the shower without toppling over. "If you're still in here, leave so I can step out."

Jon started too, honestly he did, but as soon as he was one step out the door, he heard yelping and whirled in time to catch Delilah right in his arms. She really had a major hangover; he could remember a few of those, the imbalance, how everything was spinning on top of the worst headache ever. Add in an upset stomach and voila, perfectly miserable.

"I got you, Del…" Jon rumbled softly, holding her steady and glanced down, her legs trembling. She had probably scared the piss out of herself. He closed his eyes, not that he hadn't seen it all a lot before, but he was trying to keep the peace.

"Goddamn it, let me go!"

Delilah shoved away from him, clutching her head with both hands and leaned against the bathroom counter, trembling. She managed to snatch the towel from the counter and quickly wrapped it around her body, clutching it tightly to her body. This reminded her of the time Jon had picked the lock on her bathroom door, AFTER joining her in her bed while she was SLEEPING!

"I-I need to go to my room and get dressed…" She muttered, feeling the embarrassment flood over her and moved past him out the door, using the wall to make her way to her room. Please aspirin kick in, she silently prayed, not realizing she was trailing water from her body behind on the floor, not caring at the moment.

There was the fiery, mean Delilah he knew and adored. Jon let her trail puddles everywhere, heading downstairs to get something started for breakfast, something greasy and filling, after detouring to a bathroom. He probably shouldn't fry bacon while naked, deciding it would go in the oven, less risk to his sensitive genitals. It felt like she had gone to town on his cock and balls, in a pleasant, draining sort of way. Once that was in, he started brewing coffee, his eyes moving to the ceiling every so often. He was waiting on a thud or something. If she was taking the sex this badly, he could imagine how well she'd take the other bit…when she remembered.

If she remembered.

If being the keyword. So far, she only had flashbacks of their sexual encounter…multiple sexual encounters. Delilah didn't get dressed right away, instead sitting on the bed with her head in her hands, crying. The crying did not help matters with her pounding head, but she couldn't help it. She had betrayed her brother and had no idea how to tell him, if she should even do it or sweep this under the rug.

Oh Jon…oh god, baby, I love riding your cock…

"Fuck…" Delilah grunted, standing from the bed and dropped her towel to pull some clothes on. Shorts and tank top…then she thought better of it and put Capri's on instead of shorts. She'd bared enough skin to Jon to last her several lifetimes and didn't want to give him any reason to flirt with her or touch her.

Her anxiety was through the ROOF, despite spending the night screwing him into his mattress.

Mmm you taste so good, explode right down my throat, Moxley…

These flashbacks were NOT helping matters any!

Right there, Jon, fuck yes, cum in my pussy, please, please - JON!

She'd had a grand old time last night and multiple times of sexual encounters weren't even the tip of the iceberg, not after the OTHER thing they had done. She had said anything and Jon had taken full advantage. Obviously, she didn't remember it yet because Delilah hadn't tried killing him yet. Jon had come up long enough to throw on some clothing and brush his teeth before halting at her door. He could hear her crying in there.

"Del?" He knocked gently. "Doll, I got food going…" And more aspirin if she needed it.

Greasy food would definitely help with her hangover, the more grease the better. Delilah did not answer the door and didn't look up when it opened, wrapping her arms around herself. There was no way she could meet his eyes or look Jon in the face, not right now. Coffee and greasy food was what she needed and, thankfully, the aspirin was kicking in. Her head wasn't hurting anymore, which cleared the haziness and, unfortunately, made her remember MORE of the sex they had. He took a step toward her and she immediately stood from the bed, putting distance between them, still not looking at him.

"I'll be down in a minute." She muttered quietly, pulling her hair up now that her head wasn't pounding.

Your tongue feels so fucking good, baby…devour me, Jon please make me cum for you…

Her cheeks were CRIMSON and luckily, her back was facing him.

Idly, Jon wondered if she remembered offering her ass to him last night and buzzed Jon had REALLY wanted it. Fortunately for her, common sense had kicked in. One, drunk and anal didn't mix. Two, she had a match tonight that she did not need to be sore for. Jon wasn't exactly average sized, anywhere, as she now well knew.

"All right." He knew better than to push right now.

Whether Delilah liked it or not, he had broken through those barriers and, no matter how much she might wish it, there was no going back.

Ever.