A/N: Hiya! I promised you guys two updates today and I always try to deliver. This chapter picks up immediately where we left off last chapter. There are some things that become clear, although, I'm not entirely sure that the clarity brings with it an easy solution to everyone's current dilemma. However, as a glimmer of hope, I'd like to state that I am a fan of all three Shield men, and I wouldn't screw them over to hell and back permanently, even if Joe's going to spend some time in purgatory at the moment. To my reviewers, I love you all. I'm glad you guys are still reading everything. And to my guest reviewer, your reminder made me laugh out loud. -Savannah

"You did what?" Colby asked once he and Joe were alone. Brooke had tried to follow them into the dressing room, but he'd closed the door in her face, watching as Jonathan walked past, clearly cracking up at what he'd done to the girl. Yesterday, he'd spent the day back at home taking care of some things with the new wrestling school that he was wanting to open with one of his closest friends, Marek Brave. It would be a new venture for him, and he's even mentioned to Joe and Jon about coaching with him whenever they could. He wasn't sure how that would work right off the bat with Jon's schedule, considering he was scheduled to start filming a new WWE film in their Lionsgate franchise in a few weeks.

"It wasn't anything that means anything," Joe said, immediately going on the defensive. "We were just having a little fun," he told the other man, dismissively. "And if you'd take a minute and listen, you'd realize that the whole thing happened while she and I were drunk last night. So, again, I'll say… It didn't mean a damned thing…"

"So, you're letting Savannah go," Colby said slowly. "I mean, that's clearly what you're aiming for here," he said. "Because how the fuck is this going to look to her right now?" He growled, slamming his fist into the wall. "Let me tell you how the fuck it's going to look… It looks like we got rid of her, because we wanted to sample a piece of Brooke without the repercussions. That's what it's going to look like to her, because that's what the fuck it looks like to me," he snarled, rounding on the other man.

Joe's eyes widened, the grey in them turning steely as Colby turned towards him. Never one to back down, Joe stood head to head with his lover, his jaw set in a hard stance. "You want to repeat that again, Lopez?" the Samoan hissed, his voice low.

"I said.." Colby said, his eyes narrowing, the warm brown turning steely black. "I said that you're a fucking moron, and a cheater to boot," Colby said, annunciating each word slowly so that it would be crystal clear to the Samoan what it was that he was saying.

Without thinking, Joe snarled and reached forward pushing Colby against the wall, hard. The other man pushed him off, only to have Joe rear his hand back, clocking Colby squarely in the stomach, once, twice, before the door was slammed open, Brian James standing there.

"Break it the fuck up, Reigns," the older man snarled as he marched over, peeling Joe off of Colby, who was holding his stomach and apparently his jaw. The two-toned man looked up sadly at his lover, shaking his head as he was helped to his feet by Jon who had appeared literally nanoseconds after Brian had.

"Seriously, man?" Jon asked, looking at Joe after he'd investigated Colby's face. "What the fuck is wrong with you lately?" he muttered, shaking his head. "This chick's pussy must be made out of pure fucking platinum for you to be acting like the asshole." He didn't see Brooke standing at the entrance to the locker room, nor did he give any fucks about the fact that she was.

"Col…" Joe said quietly, staring at the younger man as he contemplated what it was that he'd just done.

"Forget this shit," Colby said, pushing past Joe. "I'm done here." With that, he walked out of the room, going to find his things. There was only one place that he needed to be right now. There was one thing that needed to be done. One person that he needed to talk to. Pulling out his phone, he dialed his assistant, the one that handled all of their travel plans. "Hey. It's Lopez…" he said. Fuck this. Fuck the show. Fuck everything. "I need the first flight out to Tampa."

Brooke had walked into Colby on his way out of the arena. He snarled, his fists clenching as he looked at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but then clamped it shut, realizing that getting into it with a woman wasn't worth ruining his damned career over, even if his career meant nothing without Joe and Savannah. He stalked through the cold parking lot to his rental, leaving Joe to fend for himself in getting a ride to wherever it was that he needed to go. She watched him go, sighing as she realized that this was not turning out how she had wanted it to at all.

Pulling out her cellphone, she stepped into a darkened corner, dialing the number that she'd recently acquired in her possession.

-Flashback to the Night of Savannah's Accident-

"A valiant effort," a male voice called from behind her as she watched the commotion break down after Savannah had been taken off in an ambulance. "If not somewhat foolish being so public with it," he said.

"I'm sorry… What?" Brooke asked, turning around to face the man.

"It's clear that you want Savannah out of the picture so you can have what she has. It's not a foolish goal. You see, I have a similar end game in mind. And the way I see it," he said, stepping out of the shadows. "You and I can be of a great help to each other…"

"Whatever," Brooke muttered. "I don't even know who the hell you are," she said. "Or what the fuck you're rambling about," she added quickly.

"My name is David," he said, reaching his hand out to take Brooke's bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles lightly.

-End Flashback-

"This is not working," Brooke said, looking around as the voice on the other end answered. "I'm pretty sure that Colby is on his way back to her right now. And I'm sure it's only a matter of time until Joe follows him back to her."

"Just as well," David's voice responded. "But you also have to remember what we've accomplished. By now, dear Joseph doesn't remember what happened last night, and the drug that you slipped into his drink is well out of his system." He paused at her silence, knowing that she was clearly thinking. "Darling… You cannot tell me that last night's activities didn't bring you any fun…" he drawled.

"It was…" she said softly.

"Then trust me to know that this is what needs to happen…"

"Very well," Brooke mumbled, before the line went dead.

"What are you doing here?" Natalie asked quietly, watching as Colby stood before her on the doorstep to the apartment that Savannah shared with her when they were home in Tampa. It was a little after ten pm their time, with the two of them just having come back from the movies. They'd needed some time to themselves to get over the stress of what had been going on over the past few days, including Savannah's visit to the arena the day before.

"I..I wanted to see…" Colby said, scratching the back of his head as he fumbled to make the words in his head make sense. "How..is she?" he asked finally, knowing Natalie would know exactly who he'd be referring to.

"How is she? How is Savannah? Well, let's see, Colby," Natalie said, looking at the younger man, glaring daggers through his two-toned head. "She gets into an accident on the job, an accident caused by someone else, and while she's in the hospital, the men that she loves most, took it upon themselves to remove themselves from the relationship they had with her. So, not only is she trying to recuperate from her accident, but she's also doing it while crying every five minutes because you and that other asshole left her! How the fuck do you think she's doing, Colby?" Natalie snarled, glancing back inside the house to make sure that Savannah hadn't heard what she was saying to the other man. She didn't want to stress her best friend out any more than she already was.

"I deserved that," Colby said softly, looking at his hands as he played with the case on his phone. "Look…It wasn't an easy decision," he said, figuring out the best way to explain this. "And we never thought it'd be…"

"Nat? Who is it?" Savannah's voice came from inside the house, causing Colby to look up. The stunning brunette appeared behind Nattie a few seconds later and froze in the spot that she was standing when her eyes caught sight of Colby. She closed her eyes, a pained look coming over her features as she willed herself not to cry.

"Savannah…" Colby rasped, looking at his girl..ex-girlfriend. His throat became tight, making it hard to breathe and he had to swallow down the lump in his throat as he took in the sight of her. She was still bandaged around her shoulder, and on her forehead, but to him, she still looked as beautiful as ever. He could see the dark circles around her eyes, signaling that she'd probably gotten just as much sleep as he had this past week and a half. The puffiness and redness along those same eyes was not lost on him either, and the thought of Savannah crying over this situation made his gut tighten painfully.

"What do you want, Colby?" she asked, her voice shaking as she looked at him.

"Can we talk?" he asked in a small voice.

"Do we have anything to talk about?" Savannah asked, trying hard to keep her voice steady.

"Yeah, we do," Colby said softly, not wanting to pressure or scare the woman in front of him.

Natalie cleared her throat, causing Savannah to look up at the other woman whilst chewing slowly on her bottom lip. "I'm going to go for my run, and stop off at the store to get you your ice cream," Natalie announced, before turning to look at Colby. "Girl's injured and she's having the most weird cravings," she mumbled, before shaking her phone in Savannah's direction, signaling that the brunette should call her if she needed anything.

Savannah nodded and stepped aside to let Colby in, and Natalie out, watching as Colby closed the door behind the blonde. Colby looked around the place as he followed Savannah through the hallway and into the kitchen. Seeing that his girl was in the midst of cleaning up, based on the fact that there were food in containers ready to be placed in the fridge, he smiled.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked quietly, her back still to him.

"I'm good," he said, watching her still. Slowly, he moved towards her, behind her form, before placing his hands on the counter on either side of her small body.

"I've missed you, mama," he said, his mouth close to her ear. He didn't put his hands on her. He didn't want her getting the wrong idea that he was simply here to have sex with her. No, he wanted to fix this between them, whether this was something Joe wanted or not. Colby decided that he himself was a vital part of the relationship that the three of them had, and no longer was he going to sit by and let either Savannah, or Joe dictate his actions. Not when Joe seemed to be digging himself into a path of destruction with the way things were going.

Savannah tensed as she felt Colby's body so close to hers. She closed her eyes, keeping them shut tight in order to keep the tears from falling. The last two weeks replayed in her mind, slowly and then on fast-forward. Anger, confusion, hurt… All the emotions she'd been blocking out rose to the surface in full force. Before she knew what she was doing, she raised her hand, slapping him hard across the face. It was a blur as his face snapped back. Savannah drew back in horror, her eyes filling with tears as she realized what she'd done. "You could've fooled me," she choked out, turning around to look at the man standing in front of her now.

"Savannah…" Colby said, his voice hoarse as he thought about exactly what she meant. Her anger was not displaced. In fact, far from it. His cheek stung like high hell, but he wasn't going to rub the sting away. If this was what it took to get her to forgive him, he'd let her slap him all day, until his face was a bloody mass. "That decision was one of the hardest ones I've ever had to make," he said quietly. "I never thought I'd regret making it, but I do. It seemed like it was a good idea at the time. Joe and I… We were trying to protect you and ourselves," he said.

"Do you know what it was like to wake up in that hospital room? To want nothing more than to have you two near me, but instead, you walked out? I needed you, Colby. I fucking needed you and Joe. You blamed me instead for something that I didn't do. Did you think I asked her to body slam me into the turnbuckle? Did you?" Her voice was rising with each and every word that she spoke now, until she had to take in a deep breath to keep herself calm. "I needed you. I needed you and you walked out," she said softly, covering her face with her hands as the tears started falling.

Colby felt like she'd taken the butcher's knife sitting on the counter next to her and stabbed it into his chest. He felt like he was being cut open from the inside out at her words. "You think I don't know that?" he asked, looking away from her.

"Baby…" Colby whispered, his eyes looking down in shame as his mind got hold of him again. No. He didn't have the right to call her that anymore. "Savannah," he croaked, correcting himself. He could hear it in his mind. It was the one sound that he'd been hearing constantly in his head for the past two weeks. Her whimper. The heart-shattering cry that had come out of her mouth before they'd left her hospital room. The pain she'd shown when she thought no one was around. The pain she'd had to deal with on her own. They'd heard it.

"You think I don't know how much you're hurting?" he questioned, keeping his voice soft. The very last thing he wanted was to scare her. "You think you're the only one that's hurting?" he asked, watching her. She wouldn't look at him, not that he could blame her. Still, he knew he had to get through to her. "The only thing I hear in my head is your voice," he admitted harshly, his head looking down at the floor. "Before Joe and I left… I heard you crying. That's what I hear in my head," he said softly. "The one sound I never wanted to hear is the only sound I hear now…" he told her, gasping in a breath as he closed his eyes.

The temper in Savannah's head flared up again at his admission. "Stop it!" she yelled, her voice only raising slightly, but for her, it was yelling. Her hand came up, reaching out again, slapping Colby across the face. "You don't get to say those things. You don't get to pretend like you fucking care!" she hissed, her breathing erratic as she watched him.

Colby took the hit, merely looking down at the floor. "I'm not pretending," he said softly. "I never stopped being in love with you, Savannah. Never. Not once…" Colby braced himself for the impact this time when her hand came crashing down against his cheek once more. This time, the hit seemed to be more powerful than the others.

"Don't say that…. Please don't say that…" she whimpered, her hands shaking as she stared at the counter in front of her. Fuck. When did this become so complicated? It was easy to hate him and Joe once she'd convinced herself that they had done what they'd done to hurt her. Because they didn't care about her. Because she was the type of woman that deserved to be hurt. Because she was the type of woman that needed to pay for her past sins, and therefore happiness was not in the cards for her.

"You can hate me all you want," he breathed. "God knows I deserve it. But I won't lie to you and say that I don't love you," he whispered.

Savannah's heart squeezed tightly at his admission. He'd said words to her that she wasn't sure she'd ever hear from him again. But… Was she ready to let go of the past few weeks? The days she'd spent hurting and alone? "I don't know if I can trust you not to…leave again…" she whispered, wiping at the tears that were streaming down her face.

And there it was… That was what she was afraid of, Colby mused to himself. She was afraid of being hurt again… Of trusting him again. Of trusting him not to hurt her. "I'll show you that you can trust me again," he said softly, his head raising to look at her, chocolate brown eyes pleading. "I don't care how long it takes," he whispered.

Savannah looked at him, drawing back in horror as she noticed the blood on the side of his mouth. "You're bleeding," she whimpered, her eyes going to her hands. She'd hit him. She'd hit him hard enough to draw blood.

"It's just a scratch," he lied as she shook her head no. He watched as she turned, her hand switching on the warm water of the kitchen faucet. Dipping her fingertips underneath, she wet them before turning back to Colby's face. Bringing her fingertips to his lip, she gently wiped away the blood, feeling the uneven skin underneath the pads of her fingers where the abused skin had torn.

"I'm so sorry…" she whispered, watching the red on her fingers.

Watching her carefully, Colby shook his head before pressing a feather light kiss to her fingertips, holding his breath when surprised green eyes found his.

"I'm sorry," Colby whispered, looking at her fingers. He'd taken her reaction to mean that she didn't want him touching her like that.

"I just…I don't understand…" she whispered. She turned away from him.

"Then let me make you understand, Savannah. I want you. I love you. Completely. Totally. Nothing is going to change that. If Joe wants to come along for the ride, and you allow it, then..." Colby paused before continuing. "I'll find a way to deal with it. But, I don't want any other woman in my life but you, sweetheart," he said.

Savannah's eyebrows arched at his words, and she turned slightly, looking at him. "What happened between the two of you?" she asked quietly, knowing right off that something was up.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't come here to talk about him. I came here to fix us," he told her, taking in a sharp breath. She nodded, knowing that she wouldn't be getting an answer at this moment. That was clear to her if he hadn't answered her the first time she asked. The brunette leaned against the counter, arms crossed around her midsection as she watched him. It was clear that from the way he was dressed, he'd come straight here after the taping last night. That meant, at least in Savannah's head, that he'd barely wasted any time in getting back to her, once the light bulb had turned on in his head.

"What is it?" His quiet voice cut through her thoughts, causing her to look up. Heat bloomed in her cheeks as she realized that he'd caught her staring at him.

"Nothing," she said softly, biting on her bottom lip, eyes going to his lips before she looked away quickly.

Colby caught the look, a half smile curling up the corners of his bearded mouth. "You're lying to me, sweetheart," he whispered, going over to her again. He was confident this time that he wouldn't be getting himself slapped.

Savannah drew in a breath as she latched onto his words. Of course she'd lied. She didn't want to tell him that at the very moment that she shouldn't be trusting him, shouldn't believe a word that came out of his mouth, she found herself wanting him with her next breath. It wasn't possible. It wouldn't give her feelings the credibility that they needed.

"I think you should go," she whispered. "I'll call you in the morning and we can figure out where to go from there…" A whole night should give her enough time to get her act together. She'd have a talk with Natalie and they'd reason out together what it was that she wanted.

Colby let out a soft, frustrated breath, but knew that he had to respect what she wanted, even if he knew that she wasn't sure on the decision that she was making. "Okay," he said softly as he looked at her. He turned, walking slowly out of the kitchen, hearing Savannah follow behind him. When he got to the front door, his fingers closed around the knob, opening it. He stepped onto the porch, turning to look at her once more. "Sleep tight," he told her, before leaning in, pressing the softest of kisses to her forehead. The action melted Savannah on the spot. She nodded, biting on her lip once more as she backed away, closing the door slowly behind her. She leaned against it, taking a deep breath, eyes fluttering as she thought about the effect that the man still had on her.

She sighed, walking away from the door, her hands going to her hair to let out the pins that kept her locks in place. She glanced at the time, and picked up her phone, texting Natalie about where she was, just to make sure that she was okay before heading into her bedroom to change for her shower.

Natalie's mouth found Jon's as she laid underneath his sprawled out form on the bed in his hotel room. As soon as she'd set foot outside the door to go for her run, she'd gotten a text from Jon, saying that he was in town. After getting the address to his hotel, she'd immediately driven over. As soon as the door opened, she'd been dragged inside, his mouth fusing hotly to hers as she found herself pinned between hard muscles and the door. It was sinful how easily her body came alive with just the slightest of touches from this man. He'd wasted no time in getting her naked, and had taken her hard against the wall, with his jeans merely unbuckled and her long legs wrapped around his impossibly tiny waist. Now… They were in a more comfortable position and well into round two. Fingers clawed at his broad shoulders, leaving harsh, red lines etched into his bronzed skin. The thin sheen of sweat between their bodies made gliding against each other easier. Natalie's pussy gripped Jon's cock tightly, causing the man above her to curse harshly, mouth lowering so that his tongue could swirl over one of her nipples. Her hands fussed in his strawberry blonde hair, breathing deeply as he bit lightly on one nipple, hips still thrusting in and out of her. "Jon… Oh, god…" she moaned, her body arching violently underneath his. "I…" she breathed as he kissed between the valley of her ample breasts to take the other nipple in her mouth.

"Let go for me, baby," he growled, his thrusts going deeper, but slowly now as he fought for her to orgasm underneath him. "I need to feel it," he informed her, his blue eyes boring into hers in the semi-darkness of the room.

"Yes," Natalie whimpered, her body already starting to tremble around Jon's. Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs as she arched, pushing herself up, taking every delicious inch of his erection into her warmth. She heard Jon's groan follow hers before she felt his face press into the side of her neck, raining kisses across her skin. Less than a second later, she cried out his name as her body pushed itself over that edge, her nails digging into the backs of his already marred shoulders, marking him further. Stars blurred her vision as pleasure wracked her body, her breathing coming out in shallow pants.

"Fuck," Jon cursed, lifting her hips higher so that he could pound into her, giving just a split second of thought to hoping that he wasn't hurting her. "Shit," he cursed again, panting as he loomed over her, dominating her presence with his own. His hands braced his weight above her, and his eyes held her own now, making sure he could see every single reaction of what he was doing to her. Another harsh growl echoed off from his lips, and Natalie felt the warm of his cum spreading inside her. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling, registering every spurt that entered her body.

It took a full two minutes for Jon's spent body to collapse next to hers, his panting the only sound registering in Natalie's mind at the moment. Smiling, Natalie moved over to that her head was on his chest, pleased when she felt his arms wrap around her waist, and then reach down to pull the sheets up over their bodies "I'm glad you came," she said softly, fingertips tracing lines on his flawless chest. "I missed you," she admitted quietly.

"I missed you too, darlin'" he murmured, running the fingers of one hand through her long, blonde locks. "But you've got me here until we go back on the road," he told her, smiling when she nodded, pressing a kiss into his chest. He watched as she disentangled herself from his body, sitting up while clutching the sheet to shield her front. She reached for her cellphone that had been discarded on the night-table, before propping herself up on one hand. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly as he moved her hair to the side, exposing her neck to his hungry gaze.

"I need to let Savannah know that I won't be home tonight," she explained, watching as he smiled before bringing the now dialing phone to her ear. Jon took the opportunity then, to tug the back of the sheet down, exposing more of her body to his gaze. His lips found her shoulder blade, and the gasp that found its way out of Natalie's mouth just as Savannah answered the phone caused him to chuckle softly. When she hung up the phone thirty seconds later, he took the device, tossed it somewhere behind him, before he rolled over with her in his arms, placing her to straddle his body. Reaching down, he found his fingers soaked when they found her clit, and knew she was ready to go again. And….who was he not to oblige her?

Savannah had stepped out of the bathroom, placing the brush that she was about to use on her hair down heard her phone ringing. Along with it, she could hear the roll of thunder and the pattering of rain outside. You had to love Florida storms, she mused. Getting to the device, she found Natalie's voice on the other end. She laughed when she heard the reason why she'd be spending the night alone, telling her friend to not do anything bad. Guess she'd be on her own tonight figuring out what she was supposed to do about Colby. He'd gotten back under her skin, and a part of her was willing to admit that the reason for that was probably because he hadn't ever left. Even now, she found herself in one of his crisp, white button-down shirts. Even though it'd been washed, it still smelled like him, and she'd taken comfort in that in the days since they'd left. She turned back to take her phone to the room to put it on the charger when three loud raps came from the front door.

Frowning, she went over, opening the door. Standing in front of her, was… Colby. She swallowed, backing up just half a step. It was almost as if he'd stepped right out of her thoughts, choosing to appear in thin air. He was wearing the same clothes from earlier, except now, they were soaking wet, with the shirt clinging to his body… A body that just a few short minutes ago, she'd been thinking about. "I…I've been walking around, thinking for the past hour," he croaked, watching her. She merely nodded, tongue going out to lick her lips as he took a tentative step forward, crossing the threshold into the house. Savannah saw him pause, the fire that she was used to lighting his chocolate brown eyes as it registered in his head that she was wearing one of his shirts. "Fuck," he cursed low, the sound coming out as an almost animalistic growl. "Savannah… I…" he said, the words cutting off from his mouth as she approached him, tiny fingers grabbing either side of his bearded face, bringing his lips to hers. She kissed him hungrily, pressing closer to his soaking body when he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her fingers slid to his hair, managing to undo the tie, and smoothing the wet locks free.

They pulled apart, panting rapidly, Colby's chocolate brown eyes searching hers. "You sure?" he rasped, watching as she nodded, pulling his mouth back to hers. This time, she wasted no time in wrapping an arm around his neck, pressing her entire body against his. Her hands reached down to undo the buttons on his shirt, and Colby felt every nerve in his body stand on end. Reaching down himself, he helped with the process of undoing his shirt, watching as she pushed the now free fabric off of his broad shoulders. Her hands slid appreciatively over his chest and smoothed down the ripples in his abdomen, only looking up when he hooked a thumb underneath her chin, guiding her mouth back up to hers. He kissed her then, sweetly, gently this time, taking care to taste every crevice in her mouth, reacquainting himself with this process.

She whimpered for him when he pulled away, cheeks flushed. He watched her bite on her lower lip and had the urge to bite on it for her. He'd do it and more. He'd make love to her. Completely. Slowly. Painfully slowly until there was no doubt left in her head that she was utterly it for him.

"Where is Natalie?" he asked, his voice having dropped a few octaves. His finger traced down the edge of her jaw, watching her intently.

"With Jon for the night," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. He nodded, bending his head to press a single kiss to her forehead before he turned, shutting the still open door. He locked it, making sure that it was secure before he turned back to Savannah, pressing another kiss to her mouth, this one more desperate than the last. He pulled apart from her mouth, turning her so that her back was now pressed against his chest. Moving her hair out of the way, his teeth found the perfect nibbling spot on the side of her neck; the spot that he knew caused her to lose control. Colby could already tell that she was having a hard time maintaining said control when she rubbed back against him, her hand reaching up and back to guide his jaw, holding him in place.

His hands went to her hips, stilling her movement before sliding up to the last button on his shirt. Slowly, deft fingers undid the obstruction, before moving on to the next one and then the next, until all of the buttons on his shirt had been undone. She tilted her head to the side to look at him, her green eyes almost glowing with her need before she walked out of his arms. The shirt slid over her shoulders, dropping to the floor, and in the process giving Colby's eyes an explicit view of how very naked she'd been underneath his shirt. His cock tightened visibly in his slacks, his mouth going dry as he watched her walk away from him, going to what he presumed, was her room.

When he found her, she was gloriously naked, wrapped up in the black satin sheets of her bed, which contrasted beautifully with the creamy expanse of her skin. He made quick work to lose his pants before getting on his knees behind her. His mouth found her shoulder, with Savannah letting out the smallest of moans as his beard created the smallest of friction against her already heated skin. "How did you know I'd come back?" he asked, registering finally that she'd been naked underneath his shirt.

"I didn't," she said in a shaky breath as she felt the cool air hit her skin when Colby tugged the sheet down. "I just knew that seeing you today… Did… Did things to me," she whimpered, heat returning to her cheeks at her admission.

"What things?" he asked, his fingers slowly circling her bellybutton.

"It made me want you. Made me ache…" she whispered.

"And are you still aching, sweetheart?" Now, his voice was all she could hear. The only thing she wanted to hear. This time, her response wasn't a verbal one, but a physical one with a shaky nod of her head as Colby's fingers ghosted over her ribcage.

"Tell me where, beautiful," he whispered in her ear, before his mouth nipped at her shoulders. He could hear the sharp intake of breath and felt her body lean into his. His arm around her waist tightened, and he watched out of the corner of his eyes as she hesitated for a moment, before taking his hand and guiding it between her legs, so that he was cupping her completely.

"Right here," she hissed. Colby's eyes rolled to the back of his head when he felt how wet she was for him. When his vision focused again, shivers went down Savannah's spine as she saw how intently he was staring at her. In one movement, she was upright and the next, she was underneath Colby's body, his hand on her bare thigh, sliding the sheet covering her body away. Her hands went to his face as she kissed him, drinking him in. Her tongue found his, stroking sensuously, before he took over the kiss completely, lips crushing hers.

His mouth rained open kisses between the valley of her breasts before his lips suckled slowly on one of her nipples, tongue lapping erotically over one tight bud and then the other until it became pebbled enough for his liking. Her nails dragged in every which direction along his back and chest as Savannah fought for control over her own body. By the time his tongue had moved down far enough to circle her belly button, Savannah was panting, her body writhing underneath his. His mouth moved to her pubic bone, and he felt her hands still in his hair. His head lifted, glancing up at her questioningly.

"Tell me there hasn't been anyone else."

Her question came out as more of a statement, causing Colby's heart to ache painfully. He knew exactly why she'd asked such a thing. It was because of what Joe had done. Rather than answering his beauty, he merely locked eyes with her before he parted her legs, scooting his hips in between them. With one firm thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. She cried out in pleasure, her walls immediately clenching around his hardened cock. His hands found hers, pinning them on either side of her head, gaze locking onto hers. His hips surged forward, thrusting deep and slow into her welcoming body. Her eyes never left his. It took Colby a full minute before he could respond. "I can't do this with anyone else," he told her, his gaze never wavering from hers so she could see the truth behind his words. "I don't want to do this with anyone else. There's not a damned fucking thing I am not completely in love with about you, Savannah," he told her matter-of-factly. "So no, baby. There hasn't been anyone else," he said, feeling her body move back against his. "And there won't be…."

Joe pulled his rental up to the house that Savannah and Natalie shared when they were in Tampa. He cut the engine, staring at the steering wheel in front of him. When he saw the unfamiliar car parked across the street, he'd realized that his suspicions had been confirmed. Colby had come here to see Savannah. He had absolutely nothing to blame on Colby for coming to see her. He'd had a hunch that this was where his lover would go after their fight yesterday. Joe sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face as he thought about what had gone down yesterday at the arena. He hadn't meant to get his temper out of control and actually hit the other man. The way Colby had looked at him after had made him feel sick to his stomach. The fact that Colby hadn't returned any of his calls either, made him feel like utter shit. He hadn't known when exactly he'd allowed Brooke to get into his head and mix business with her own alternate reality, but last night had been the wakeup call that he'd needed.

He'd had a conversation with her after Colby had walked out, knowing that he had to be sure of what happened before he could fix it. Apparently, according to Brooke, drunkened sex was the name of the game, and since Joe woke up with her in his bed, he'd had no reason to doubt what she'd said was true, especially when she went into explicit detail on certain things that had occurred last night. Things that fit his bedroom MO perfectly.

He'd thought about calling Savannah, but he knew her well enough to realize that she wouldn't answer his calls. Not after what he'd done. So, his best option was to face things in person and hope that she didn't kick him to the curb as soon as he opened his mouth. He got out of the vehicle, and pressed the alarm before walking up the drive to the front door. Ringing the bell, he stood outside and waited for someone to answer.

Colby had been running his hands through Savannah's silky tresses when the doorbell sounded from outside. "You expecting anyone?" he asked, peering down at the petite woman in his arms. She shook her head no, and Colby shrugged, going back to holding his girl when two more impatient rings of the doorbell caused him to sit up. "I'll see who it is…" he said, slipping out of bed and retrieving his still damp pants. He slipped them on, and meandered down the hallway. Opening the door, he stopped in his tracks as he found Joe standing there, looking lost and alone for all the world to see. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice hard as he flicked his gaze over the taller man.

"I came to see the two of you," Joe said quietly, not meeting Colby's eyes. "We need to talk…" he said softly, praying to God that the door wouldn't get slammed in his face.

"Col…" Savannah's voice came from somewhere behind them. "Who is it?" she inquired, slipping up behind Colby to peer around him. Her face blanched when she saw Joe standing there, before her expression fell. "Joe…" she whispered.

A/N: Well, there you have it. Should I go into hiding now? Do you all hate me? Want to shoot me? Let me know your thoughts! -Savannah