Still Into You ↠ Roman Reigns

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Team Brock, all the way," Lamia said.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Brock said.

"You're welcome and I'm sitting ringside for your match so you better give it your all," Lamia told him.

Brock's entire face lit up.

"Yes, ma'am," Brock said with a nod, jokingly saluting her.

"Good luck," She said.

Lamia sat ringside and watched as Brock used a variety of suplexes to throw Cody all around the ring, smiling all the way.

Later, he would knock Cody out of the ring and scream "Stay down! Save yourself!" The ref would count.

And then Cody would climb back in the ring, slower each time.

"Cody, this is only going to get worse!"

And then another clothesline outside. Then another throw. Then, a pissed-off Brock meets him out there and hits him with an F-5. "Tell him," he shouted to Michael Cole. Just stay down, Cody.

But he wouldn't.

The next time, it was an F-5 through the announcer's table. And this time Cole screamed at him to "stay down."

But, still, he wouldn't.

Finally, he rallied. Cody used the steel post to attack Brock, then the steel steps. Back in the ring, he hit a Disaster Kick, and then a Cody Cutter. He had the momentum. And then a Cody Cutter from the top rope!

For two.

When Brock returned fire, it was in the form of the Kimura. But, yet again, Cody battled his way to the bottom rope and forced the break. But Cody's offensive onslaught affected Brock. He was also tired now. sure enough, Cody managed to turn things around, and this time he got Brock in his own Kimura.

Brock, purple, screamed in agony, sweat pouring from his face. He still had enough to power his way out, slamming Cody to the mat.

Back to their feet, though, and Cody turned an F-5 attempt into a Cross Rhodes. And then another. And then another. And, bah gawd, a third.

Cody defeated Brock.

In a surprise, Brock gave him a huge endorsement on the way out, raising Cody's hand in victory after a handshake.

Lamia went backstage and to Joe's locker room with an autographed shirt from Brock and posted their selfie to her Instagram story with the caption: Team Brock 4 life.

"Did you enjoy your big brother's match?" Joe asked her with a smirk.

"I did," Lamia answered as she took a seat next to him.

Joe turns his body on the couch to fully face her.

"You better be just as excited for my match as you were for his match," Joe tells her.

"Nah, I'm rooting for my Joshie," Lamia said.

"Your Joshie? Lamia, please don't make me put you through this couch," He said, not taking his eyes off her face as she sat there, her mouth slightly agape in shock.

"Put me through this couch then, Joey," She said once the shock wore off and she watched him taunt her with a smirk on his lips.

Before Lamia knew it, she was naked and Joe was putting her through the couch with his cock buried deep inside of her.

"Who are you rooting for?" Joe asked her.

"My tribal chief...Joshua," Lamia answered.

"Wrong, try again, baby girl," Joe said.

"Nope, My Joshie is going to win," Lamia taunts Joe.

Joe wraps his hand around her throat and Lamia let out a soft moan at the sensation.

"Stop playing with me," Joe warns her.

Lamia chuckles.

"You're no fun, Joe," Lamia said as Joe keeps fucking her.

"Who are you rooting for?" Joe asked her.

"You, big daddy," Lamia answered.

"That's right, baby girl," Joe said, his tone dangerously low.

Her body shook with every thrust of his hips.

"You always know how to get to me," Joe said in between grunts as he pounded into her.

Lamia smirks.

"Of course, I do, now keep fucking me just like that," Lamia said as her orgasm approached quickly.

They both came undone after that. They were laying on the couch, Joe holding Lamia in his arms.

"You should get cleaned up," Lamia told him.

"Nah, I still have time," Joe said.

There's a knock on the door. ''Fuck,'' Joe mumbled to himself before he cleans himself up and answers the door.

"They're ready for you," A crew member let's Joe know.

"Thank you," Joe said before closing the door.

"Time to head ringside for the match," Joe told Lamia as she rearranged her clothing.

"Okay, good luck, baby," Lamia said as she kissed him before leaving the locker room to let him finish getting ready for his match.

Lamia made her way to ringside to join the kids, the crowd was cheering and applause as the match was getting ready to be announced.

"Where have you been?" Lisardo asked his mother.

"Hanging out," Lamia answered.

Laramie leaned over.

"Your shirt is inside out," Laramie whispered to her mother before handing over her jacket to her.

Lamia quickly put the jacket on and ignored the smirk on her oldest daughter's face.

"Y'all are nasty," Laramie said.