Princess (Dean Ambrose)

Chapter 52

Dean and I just landed in New Orleans and we're heading to the air BNB. He found the nicest one and it wasn't far from the hotel the other wrestlers would be staying at when they arrived. It was around 4 P.M. so we decided we'd go to the house, unpack, chill out for a bit, and then go explore bourbon street.
Dean rented a grey Toyota that was the perfect size for two.
We finally arrived at the house and it was even prettier in person.
"Dean this is so nice," I smiled up at him.
"Well I am known for having exquisite taste." He responded.
He grabbed my suitcase from the car along with his and brought them into the house.
There were two bedrooms but we decided that we could just share a room.
I've never shared a room with another guy except for Dean.
"Do you want to watch some t.v.?" He asked when we got in the room.
"Sounds good to me," I replied.
We changed out of our airport clothes and got on the bed. Dean grabbed the remote that was perched on the nightstand and did some channel surfing until he landed on some random show, "This'll have to do."
I laughed at him and snuggled into his chest, taking all of this in.
I was on a trip with my boyfriend. It didn't feel real.
He looked down at me and placed a kiss on my forehead. I placed my hands on his warm cheeks and planted a kiss on his lips. He deepened the kiss, flipping me so I was on top of him. His hands were roaming up and down my back until they landed on my behind and he firmly grasped it causing me to gasp. He cockily smiled against my lips knowing exactly what he was doing to me. Then I pulled away from him. I was about to take off my shirt when my phone went off.
"Ignore it," Dean said as he grabbed my hips, pressing me closer to him. I moaned into his lips. It just felt so good to be so close to him like this. I could feel myself pulsing. I wanted to be even closer to him. He flipped me once more, so this time he was on top of me, but my phone kept going off. He left a trail of kissed from my mouth to my chin and down to my collar bone.
"This needs to go," he said referring to my shirt.
I nodded desperately. Until my phone rang with the special ringtone for my mom.
"Wait Dean," I pleaded, "it's my mom."
"Oh um. You should answer that I'm gonna go get ready," he responded as he ran off to the bathroom. I answered the phone.
"Mom I really hope this is important." I said.
"I mean it's not that important," she said as I checked to see who called me so many times before she did.
"Then why did dad call me five times before you? Is that a coincidence?"
I heard her laugh through the phone, "oh he was probably just checking to see if you made it there alright like I was."
I rolled my eyes and groaned into the phone, "I'm fine mom. Goodbye."
"Bye honey," she sang. I hung up the phone right away.
I got off of the bed quite frustrated in multiple ways and walked toward the drawer with my clothes in it. I put on some dark blue jeans and a black tank top, with a red jacket on top. For shoes I just wore some wedges.
I knocked on the bathroom door and Dean yelled "Come in!"
He was washing his hands.
"Hi honey," I smiled.
"Hey. What did your mom need?" He laughed.
"Literally nothing," I rolled my eyes and laughed.
"Well are you ready to go?" He asked.
"Let me just fix my hair and put on some lip gloss," I responded, then puckering my lips for a kiss. He leaned down and kissed me before walking toward the front door. But I wanted so much more from him. I hadn't really thought about it before, since we've only spent the night together when we were exhausted after a show. But now that I had him all to myself, I was so ready.