The Bloke (Men Under Revue #1)

12. Sienna

Chapter 12

Sienna

In a rush to get my ass to the studio on time for the first class of the morning, I forgot I was still wearing my wedding ring. A couple of my customers brought it up, their eyes wide and beaming. After the fifth reminder, I removed it and shoved it into the top drawer of the front desk. I was sick of looking at it and attempting to come up with some lame excuse as to why I had the ring on and wasn’t married.

Women love to gossip, and here in this studio, there is enough to go around every class. We are a tight-knit community, trusting each other with our secrets and slandering those outside these doors. I didn’t judge. I enjoy the gossip; it makes for an entertaining day.

“I need to see you ladies working your scapula. This is level two; you know every position we work is full body.” I called out as I paced down the center row between reformers. My last class was full tonight, so I would need to stay later to get my personal workout in before heading home.

“Russian splits, and then we will end with whatever extra stretch you need.” I started. “When stepping onto the reformer, you need to close your rib cage and tighten your abdominals, pelvic floor, and inner thighs. This is your powerhouse. Let any of this go, and you get nothing from this workout but an injury.” I stopped pacing when I reached the front of the room and turned to watch as everyone continued the workout.

I’ve been trying all morning to get my mind to shut the hell up. I couldn’t think. Everything circled back to him .

The past six hours have been nothing but a sad attempt at trying to remember what the fuck happened last night.

This is where I curse myself for being a lovable drunk and not a complete bitch instead.

I remembered vague details of the night, but not everything. I wasn’t completely blackout drunk, but there were a few missing pieces that I just couldn’t seem to recover, one of which was the wedding. I vividly remember us fucking in his massive bed and how he tenderly cleaned me up afterward. Every time my mind went back to that memory, I could feel my pulse racing and my face grow flushed.

“Five more… three… two… one.” I clapped my hands and turned down the music. “Great job today, ladies; wrap up with your stretch of choice, wipe down the equipment, and I’ll see you next time.”

When I woke up this morning, I thought the entire night was just an extremely vivid dream. A fantasy that my mind made up because of how drunk and needy I was. I had hoped to wake up in my bed or on Chyler’s couch, but that was far from the reality of it.

Did I feel bad for biting her head off this morning? Yes… and no. I couldn’t blame her for my blatant stupidity; she wasn’t my babysitter, nor would I ever ask her to be. She had enough shit on her plate.

I hung my head as I sat behind the front desk, feeling utterly defeated.

How was I going to get myself out of this situation? I couldn’t stay married to Colby… Could I? He was a total stranger; I didn’t know him… at all. Except that his dick is pierced… Fuck.

Is this what my life is coming to now? Decisions based on incredible, mind-melting sex?

“You can’t fucking keep him, Sienna,” I growled to myself as the front door shut, and I was now the only one left in the studio. “He doesn’t love you, he can’t, and why the fuck would you want him to anyway?” I continued talking to myself as I sighed and fell onto one of the reformers, pulling on my grip socks.

This marriage was an accident—a drunken impulse.

While lying down, I put in my earbuds and turned up “Magic” by Coco & Breezy & Baby Sol on my phone before dropping it to the floor beside me.

I needed an escape from my ridiculous thoughts.

After a nice long stretch and workout, I will come to my senses and find a way out of this fucked-up situation.

Worst case, I’ll have to give Colby hell.

Fifty minutes later, I finished my workout with leg circles and a straddle stretch, lying down on the reformer with my feet in the straps. I was soaked in sweat, taking most of my anger and frustration out on my body.

As I spread my legs out wide to do my final straddle stretch, something gripped my ankles, preventing me from pulling my legs back in. My eyes flared open to the ceiling, and I pulled out one of my earbuds.

“Are you fu—” I stopped, staring blankly up at the last man in the world that I wanted to see this evening.

“Fucking kidding you? No. But I’m loving this angle, love.” Colby chuckled, licking his lips as his blue eyes raked down my legs before fixating on mine.

“What are you doing here, Colby?” I hissed, glaring up at him.

“Picking up my wife for dinner.” He replied casually.

I lost all my words, just as I lost myself after hearing him call me his wife. Those two words, coming from his gorgeous mouth, were a fucking crime for making me feel anything for him. What was wrong with me?

“I’m not your wife. Get the fuck out of my studio.” I lifted my upper body to rest on my elbows and pointed to the door, which I now regretted leaving unlocked.

Releasing my ankles, the straps still holding them in place, he bent down between my spread legs and rested his hands on either side of my waist. His face was so close to mine that I could smell his spiced cinnamon scent, and my traitorous cunt tensed as his nose gently grazed against mine.

“Colby.” I breathed, my throat closing in anticipation.

I wanted him to touch me. Fuck, did I want him to touch me…

“Tell me why…” He paused, dragging circles around the tip of my nose with his. “I don’t think even you believe those words, love.”

I whimpered as his weight settled between my thighs. I had dropped the bar at the front of the reformer earlier, leaving nothing to prevent him from lying directly on top of me.

He wore grey sweatpants, sneakers, and a white T-shirt but looked so put together. His dark hair was short on the sides, long on top, and perfectly mussed. I wanted to drag my fingers through the strands and pull as hard as possible.

I swallowed, my eyes meeting his once more before dropping to his lips, attempting to restrain myself from kissing him.

“I’m. Not. Your. Wife.” I softly spoke, a slight tremble in my voice as I fought the desire building inside of me for him.

“I can fuck you into believing you are,” He murmured, his lips now just barely touching mine. Did I want to challenge him? I could feel his hard length growing against my aching cunt. Fuck . “I’d prefer you to beg me for it, but I’ll take screaming my name as a consolation.”

“You could fuck me into a coma, and I’d still deny it.” I sneered.

I have made several bad decisions in the past twenty-four hours. One of which was marrying this man. What’s one fucking more? Antagonizing him might become my new favorite game.

“Your fight only turns me on more, love.” He smirked, gripping my yoga shorts on either side of the seam and ripping them apart down the center. "Now, if you won’t come with me for dinner, I’ll just have to eat my meal here instead.”

“Those are Lulu-fucking-lemon!” I snapped, gawking at what he had just done to my favorite workout shorts. I spent months justifying the frivolous purchase.

“I’ll buy you all the Lulu-fucking-lemon you want after I taste my wife’s sweet cunt.” Colby growled, pushing my thong aside and sliding a finger inside of me. “Which, I might add, is soaked for me.” He pulled his finger back out, sucking on it before gripping my thighs and falling back to his knees.

I watched him intently, still propped up on my elbows, as he brought his mouth so close to my cunt that I could feel his warm breath against it.

“Eyes on me if you want to come later, love.” He murmured before dragging his tongue up the length of me, closing his mouth around my clit and sucking hard.

I struggled to keep my eyes focused on his, pressing my lips into a hard line, fighting the urge to moan as he devoured me.

Fuck, why couldn’t he be terrible at sex? I’ve heard ‘eat me’ being used as an insult several times, but I never thought it would feel this good to be someone’s feast.

His tongue continued to explore my cunt, as he kept firm suction on my clit. My legs were shaking from still being in the straps of the reformer, resisting the weight of the springs, my body, and his goddamn sinful mouth.

A whimper escaped my lips as I dropped from my elbows, gripping the handles behind the shoulder pads.

“Sienna, love. I can’t see those beautiful blue-grey eyes of yours.” Colby’s seductive voice made me squirm under him as he drove two fingers into me, fucking me roughly with them. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back a moan. “Sienna—” He warned with a growl.

“No.” I breathed.

I was ready to break. Every inch of my body was shaking with the need to come. Colby stopped, pulling his fingers from my throbbing cunt.

“Look at me, love. Otherwise, you’ll have to wait until we get home to come.”

I groaned at the threat and loss of his touch.

“I—I don’t live with you… Colby.” I manage to get out between breaths and a dry swallow. I was a bitch in heat for him, and yet I still had my fight.

“Then, I’ll live with you. Eyes on me, Sienna. Now.” He ordered, and my eyes shot up to his.

“You wouldn’t.” I gasped.

“Don’t ever question what I will or won’t do for you.” He stated. “Come for me, love, so I can take you to whatever place you want to call home and fuck you into that coma.”

With a chuckle, his mouth was back on my cunt, his fingers pumping inside of me as a third was added. They rubbed right up against my G-spot, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my climax tore its way through my senses.

I cried out his name, my hands releasing the handles, and instead gripped his hair as I came onto his face.

Colby groaned in satisfaction as he removed his fingers from me, dragging his tongue around my now-dripping cunt. I fell back on the reformer, releasing my hold on his hair, and reached for my own.

Not giving me a chance to catch my breath, he removed my feet from the straps and picked me up, cradling my body in his arms.

“I… can’t…” I mumbled, unable to think past my orgasm that I was still coming down from.

I didn’t want to go with him. I wanted to go home—to my apartment.

Without uttering a word, Colby opened the top drawer of the front desk, grabbing my keys and wedding ring. He gloomed at seeing it before slamming the drawer shut and exiting the studio, carrying me out and locking the door behind him as if I weighed absolutely nothing.

Was he upset that I took it off?

Colby dropped me into the passenger seat of his Slingshot, parked out front, and once in the driver’s seat, his eyes fixated on mine. I pressed my thighs together to cover the split in my shorts, even though he’d already seen everything—explored it with his mouth.

Taking my left hand, Colby slipped the wedding ring back on my finger before his blue eyes seared into mine.

“Fight and argue with me all you want, Sienna,” He murmured. “But you are mine, and I have no fucking intention of letting you go.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he let go of my hand and started the motorcycle, heading in the opposite direction of his penthouse.

I was fucked.

In every way imaginable.