Chapter 36

"Doll, I'd hold off on the paperwork. We don't know what else might be coming in the mail over the next week."

Jon knew social security cards took about six to eight weeks, but he wasn't sure on the rest and frowned, shaking his head. He wasn't out to hide it from anyone, but he wasn't about to run and shout it from the rooftops either. Jon valued his privacy, he had too many crazy fans out there. Texting Sami didn't feel right either and, honestly, given how she had railed at him about Sami being his best friend and all that, he figured she would prefer to tell her brother in person. It never occurred to Jon that Delilah might actually be scared, or that she had finally stopped caring about what Sami thought.

"We've got a few days," He reminded her, watching as a waitress finally approached them. He already knew what he wanted, which was a few things he always liked, or a combination of them. "We could go out tomorrow and do it." Fly out more like.

"You mean when we got married at the chapel? You think I filled out the paperwork there for it to be filed like the marriage license?" Jon nodded and it just solidified for Delilah how truly drunk they were that night. How could they do this crazy stuff and not remember any of it? Delilah released his hand to take a sip of her margarita, groaning at how good it was. It was in a fancy fishbowl type of glass, too, with an umbrella and some fresh fruit on top. "Oh man, this is so good! And I think we should hold off going to Cincinnati until our next days off. We just found out we got married, so I'm feeling selfish and want you all to myself until we have to go back on the road." Also, yes, she was terrified of facing her brother and knew a text message was cowardly, but at least he'd be the second person to find out about their marriage instead of with the rest of the world.

Jon wasn't saying she had, but he knew she had, so he figured…since neither of them 'remembered' it, it might've been a safe bet to assume they had gone whole part and parcel, which they had.

Sami was blowing her cell phone up, even though she had shut it off, not that he knew that. The fact that she hadn't had the balls to come tell him face to face was NOT his sister! This was Moxley's influence! Moxley's Messies, the old joke about Jon's women was NOT a joke, especially where it concerned his sister. She had gone from not overly caring about their childhood friend and keeping him at arm's length to being his dog. It made no sense! Good thing Delilah turned her cell phone off because Jon would've smashed it if he heard half the things Sami had screamed into her voicemail. Calling her every name in the book and spewing vile, hateful things that no brother should ever say to his sister. Sami didn't care and booked a flight for Vegas, refusing to let his sister be married to a manwhore like Jon Moxley!

It wasn't happening, not unless it was over his dead body!

Delilah was all smiles and feeling like she was on cloud nine, the Vegas night air washing over her as soon as they left the restaurant. Jon, once again, had drank water after his one drink while she had had three of those sunrise margaritas. Delilah wasn't drunk like she had been off the Long Island Iced Teas, but she was very tipsy and horny, kissing Jon's neck the entire ride back home and stroking him through the jean shorts he had on.

"Your wife demands to be fucked, Mr. Good." She purred in his ear, nipping it with her teeth and knew that'd get a rise out of him. His neck and ears were sensitive areas she had discovered and attacked when she wanted sex.

Never once did she check her phone or else she would've known Sami was on his way to Vegas and would arrive sometime in the early morning hours.

Tonight, Jon hadn't been fucking around about his designated driver status, not like the last time where he definitely shouldn't have been driving home. While not blackout drunk, he had been drunk, nevertheless. Well over the legal limit. He planned on slamming a few drinks when they got back to the house, maybe, if this wench could keep her damn claws off his cock for five seconds. The way she was going for his neck and ears told him he'd be lucky to get into the front door with his shorts still up. Jon barely got them home in one piece, tossing her pert, teasing backside over his shoulder and carting her inside. He could feel her groping his own as he went to grab himself a quick drink, shaking his head at her demands to be put down while slamming it, the hand around her palming her backside.

"You're being very naughty, Del, you know what happens to bad girls, right?"

Delilah giggled wickedly, not giving him a response and moaned when he smacked her backside, one cheek then the other. "You should be naughty with me, Jon honey…" She smacked his own backside for good measure, making him slam that drink with her still over his shoulder. Was this how it was the first time they had sex after getting married? Did Jon go all caveman on her? Delilah longed to remember it instead of just tidbits and managed to squirm, with her own strength, off his shoulder to land on her feet in front of him. "Is this what you did that night you claimed me?" Her brown eyes were nothing more than smoldering gold, the flecks in them ignited, while her hands busied themselves unfastening the buttons on his shirt to push it off his shoulders. "Show me…show me what happened the night I became yours."

"You're gonna be on your knees a lot, doll…" Jon forewarned her, knowing the woman had a kinky side. There had been a lot of give and take that night.

Sometimes he went buck wild on her and other times she was demanding he shoot a load down her throat, in her pussy…she had even begged for him to take her backside, but drunk Jon had still known that was a bad idea without any type of prep and restraint. Instead, he had done other things to her backside with his tongue. He stepped back to refill his drink while she considered all that, seeing the wickedness forming in her eyes.

"Mmm, sounds good to me. I don't mind being on my knees for you, my husband." Standing between his legs, Delilah waited for him to take a pull from his drink before capturing his lips, sharing it with her as the kiss grew heated in mere seconds. "In fact, you can do anything you want to me. I trust you." Reaching behind, she undid the ties of her halter top around her neck and then loosened the rest of it, letting it fall from her body to the floor. Her hair was taken down moments later, the band being tossed to the side and Delilah shook it a little, letting it pool over her shoulders and down her back. "Just like this, right?" Jon's eyes darkened instantly as she lowered to the floor on her knees before him, her hands going for his shorts. "Cum right down my throat, Jon, just like that night…"

Yeah, mostly the same as the night they had gotten married, minus being full-blown blackout drunk. She had said anything and he was wondering if Delilah actually meant it because he could think of a few things they could try if she was feeling particularly kinky tonight. He kept hold of his glass, watching as she freed his cock from his shorts, his other hand moving to the top of her head to thread his fingers through her now loose hair. If she wanted him to shoot his load down her throat, he would do so very gladly, his eyes closing momentarily when he felt her lips wrapping around his cock.

"All right, my wife, get to it."

Slowly opening her eyes to banging, Delilah slowly sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes and blinked to get her blurred vision to clear. A quick glance at the clock told her it was the crack of dawn and someone was banging on the front door of the house. What the hell? Blue was barking up a storm and Jon was stirring, making her look back at him.

"Someone's here." She whispered, standing to slip her robe on and tied it tightly around her waist, though it didn't hide the love marks from Jon on her neck.

Last night had been incredible and she remembered every bit of it. After the blowjob, Jon had carried Delilah to their bedroom to return the favor, making her cum buckets for him. He had asked for permission to pleasure her backside, just like he had the night of their wedding, and Delilah once again said that word – anything. Anything he wanted he could have from her and Delilah gave him everything with a smile on her face. Her silver hair was haphazard around her face as she made her way out the door, her eyes widening at the sound of the voice behind the door.

"MOXLEY, OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW AND GIVE ME BACK MY SISTER! DELILAH, YOU'VE GOT SOME SERIOUS EXPLAINING TO DO!"

"Christ…"

If Delilah was walking normally today, Jon had not done his job because he had done more than tongue her backside. They had gone multiple rounds last night and he made sure they both washed up between each and every one. He knew he was bigger than the average man, so he also properly lubed her beautiful backside and went very slowly. When she had adjusted and realized that it felt good, she had gone off on him like she was riding a bucking bronco and his dick was actually tired for the first time ever.

"I'll get it, Del, you might wanna dress…" Or maybe stay in bed. He yawned, rolling out of bed and reached for a pair of shorts, sliding into them. Jon would be nice and NOT knock the daylights out of Sami for the rude wakeup call. No, he was going to invite his brother-in-law in for coffee and breakfast.

Jon had lost his mind if he thought she was going back to bed with her brother here! "I'll get dressed and join you both in a minute."

Delilah was very sore and had a delicious ache between her thighs, along with her backside. Her husband had not been lying or joking when he said she'd be on her knees the majority of the night. The showers in between had helped immensely and a dip in the hot tub would do wonders for her body later on, but right now, she was tense from head to toe because Sami was here.

The moment the door opened, Jon received a fist right to his jaw and then an uppercut, sending him flying backwards on his backside. Sami was not a small man, though he was smaller than Jon, and knew how to fight with the best of them. "Where the FUCK is my sister, you manipulative prick?!" Married…this womanizer had MARRIED his sister! "DELILAH ANNE!"

"They missed a really good opportunity by not naming you Mary." It was an old joke, one Jon had cracked a fair few times whenever Delilah's first and middle names were used. Unlike the other times, which either got him laughter or eyerolls, all he got this time was a snort and Delilah's 'Sami!'. He sat there rubbing his jaw, wondering if Sami really was that stupid to come swinging on his home turf.

"I'm about to show you-" Sami's potential kick was interrupted by Jon swiping his feet out from underneath him. He felt the wind leaving his body as he hit the floor, cursing under his breath.

A second later, Jon was sitting on Sami, full weight, with the smaller man's arms trapped firmly beneath Jon's knees. "Now, that was rude as fuck, buddy. I don't come to YOUR house and punch YOU." But he was considering strangling the motherfucker right about now!

"Samuel Johnston!" Delilah had walked in just as Sami uppercut her husband, only for Jon to recover with a swiftness not many had. Uppercuts were brutal, especially from Sami. He wasn't a pushover, even though he looked like one now. "What the hell were you thinking coming here and punching Jon like that?! He's your best friend!"

"WAS!" Sami growled, trying to get out of his predicament, and ignored the way his sister was looking at him right now. "Get off me, you fat prick!"

There was nothing fat about Jon; it was pure muscle, and Delilah knew that better than anyone. "Christ, let him up, Jon. I'm going to make some coffee." She gingerly headed to the kitchen, still keeping a close eye on them, and watched her husband remain where he was.

Maybe she should've stayed in bed instead of dealing with this.

"You heard her, let me up."

"That's not fucking happening, you attacked ME." Jon had simply defused the situation and prevented it from happening again. He ignored Delilah's warning call from the kitchen, his eyes flashing down at Sami as he purposefully dug his kneecaps into Sami's arms, hearing the other man groaning in pain. "Swing on me again and I'll break them both."

She could kiss his ass because he wouldn't be attacked in his own damn house for OPENING THE DOOR! This would actually go over better if he and Delilah could present a united front, but he already knew she'd never do that, not unless he caved to her, which meant caving to her brother. She had basically spent her entire life mother-henning Sami and then denying her own heart out of fear of hurting him. His eyes went dark for a brief moment, wondering if he needed to eliminate this problem before he let Sami up.

"You shouldn't have struck my husband, Samuel." Delilah walked out with a tray of mugs full of coffee, setting it on the kitchen table and sipping hers, hearing her brother cursing for Jon to move. "Maybe if you apologize to him, he'll be more than happy to let you up."

"Goddamn it, Del, this isn't funny!"

"You're right, it's not." Delilah wouldn't force Jon to do something he didn't want to, even if it meant keeping her brother pinned to the floor. "You come here, bang on our front door like a lunatic, scare the hell out of our dog, and punch and uppercut my husband. This isn't funny at all, you're absolutely right." There was a bite in her tone of voice while speaking to Sami across the way, in a pair of cotton shorts and a spaghetti-strapped tank top with her hair pulled up. The love marks were on full display on her neck and she had zero fucks to give.

Blue was right by her side and she leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

Jon had to think of every disgusting thing on the planet to keep his erection at bay because he was not popping a boner while sitting on Sami. There would be NO coming back from that if they were going to salvage things. Maybe if Delilah wasn't a part of the equation, he wouldn't care because it would be hilarious, but she was and he loved her. He knew she loved her moron brother too, even if she was backing HIM, which made Jon love her even more. Delilah had put him over Sami; hell had finally frozen over officially. That day was here! He snorted, glad Blue hadn't been present for that punch or else Sami would be missing his hand. Just because his dog was pampered, spoiled, and on the fat side did not mean he wasn't aggressive.

The second Sami was up, Blue proved that by growling.