Little Ms. Brutal

Chapter 13: No Use In Waiting

(Smut warning if you care)

The date was going well. The two wrestlers decided to make Steak Frites. There was a bit of flirting between them as they were cooking.

JaCoby he was rubbing the seasonings in to the steaks. Demi looked over at him doing it and commented. "Damn, you're really good with your hand." He looked over to see her smirking.

"Yeah, I am. Maybe I could give you a massage sometime." JaCoby smirked right back. "I mite have to take you up on that."

The two sat down at JaCoby's table and started to eat. "F*cking hell mate, this is amazing." Demi said after she took the first bite. "Oh we should probably get something to wash it down with."

JaCoby gets up out of his seat and goes to his refrigerator. "Water, beer, wine, take your pick." "I'll take a beer." He takes two bottles out of the fridge and opens them. "Thank you." Demi said and took her bottle.

The two continued to talk. Talking about their families, wrestling backgrounds, and workout routines. Soon enough, they finished their food. They got rid of their plates and two new bottles of beer.

And while they were talking, Demi was running her foot up and down JaCoby's leg, which did not go unnoticed by him. "Do you want to take this to the couch?" He asked, without any worry. As is he knew she would agree.

"And do what?" Demi asked, not saying no, but not agreeing either. She had a little look of seduction on her face. "Oh ya know, maybe watch a movie. Listen to music. Talk I don't know I just want to sit on something that's not these seats."

Demi closed her eyes and chuckled. "Alright  Verlander, let's go." Demi got up and JaCoby followed. Although he tried not to, he couldn't stop himself from looking at Demi's ass.

The shorts she was wearing were not going hiding anything.

They got to the living room, sitting on the leather couch. They were sitting very close to each other, leaving the length of the couch useless.

JaCoby turns on the TV and goes to 'Netflix'. Demi's eyebrows were raised and she smirked as she looked towards JaCoby. "Are you secretly a player Verlander?" Demi asked in slight surprise.

"What? No? What led you to think that I was a player?" JaCoby asked right back. "You feed me dinner, you give me alcohol, and now you got me on your couch with 'Netflix on the TV. You have to know that all this screams 'player'."

"That wasn't my intention Bennett, I was trying to be a gentleman." JaCoby said he wasn't looking towards Demi but she could tell he was mildly disappointed that she took his actions that way.

He feels Demi lightly punch his shoulder. He turned his attention to her. "Don't beat yourself up JaCoby I was joking. Now, what are we going to watch?"

They decided to go to 'Hulu' instead and 'The Bear'. It was something both of them haven't watched so it only made sense. As they were watching, JaCoby's hand had started to rest on her exposed thigh. Eventually he started to caress it with his thumb.

"Gettin' close to the danger zone pretty boy." JaCoby turned to Demi. She looked to him as well. He could swear there was some kind of hunger in her eyes.