The Bloke (Men Under Revue #1)

27. Colby

Chapter 27

Colby

I didn’t know what the fuck those women had told my wife or what they talked about all night besides her test to come, but whatever it was—it changed everything. She was all over me for the first time since we met, and I knew it wasn’t from the sweet champagne that lingered on her lips and tongue.

As soon as we reached the parking garage below our penthouse, my wife dragged me into the elevator, which opened just as we stepped up to it. Her mouth was on mine almost immediately, and I cornered her in the back, one hand cupping her cheek while the other gripped the rail to keep me steady as it ascended to the penthouse floor.

Something was different; a layer of passion had risen from within her, and I could feel it wrapping around me like a chain. She pushed herself against me, backing me up against the elevator door as her hands unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my slacks, reaching in for my cock that was already hard and ready for her.

When we reached our floor, the doors opened, and I fell back, dragging Sienna down with me. She laughed as we lay there momentarily before crawling up my body and looking down at me with stormy eyes, which swirled and shined like a full moon.

The penthouse was dark; our only light came from the skyline that filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.

“What happened?” I asked softly, dragging a knuckle down her cheek.

Her hair was pulled off to one side and cascaded to the floor beside us like a waterfall.

“What are you talking about?” She chuckled, shaking her head in denial. “You just fell out of the elevator.”

“I’m not talking about that, and you know it.” I lifted myself to sitting, unbuttoning my coat and loosening my tie, while she fell back to straddle my thighs with her knees on either side of me.

I wanted to know what happened back at that mansion. What Bria, Tessa, and her had talked about that changed the way she saw me—our relationship, because I sure as shit could tell that she was seeing me in a completely different light than when we left for the Gala.

“I don’t—”

I gripped her behind her head, hard enough to interrupt her words and gain her attention but not enough to hurt. She whimpered, sucking in a sharp breath.

“I’m done playing these games, love.” If she couldn’t be honest with me and her feelings, which I knew were there, then there was no chance for us, no matter how hard I pushed her.

Releasing my hold on her, I stood from the floor, pulling her up with me, my slacks sagging on my hips as I shrugged off my jacket and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“You came into my life at a time when I believed I had everything figured out—” She started, and I stopped what I was doing, my attention entirely on her. “And then suddenly I realized that I didn’t.” She kicked off her hot pink heels, stepped around me, and down into the sunken living room, dropping onto the black leather couch.

“I grew up in a life where I had no control. Everything was planned out for me; all I had to do was please everyone around me until I couldn’t. Until I failed, again and again, and again…” She continued. “I was so tired.”

She fell back, her head turned to face the windows, as I stepped down into the living room beside her. I rested my hands on the back of the couch and admired how the lights danced across her skin, how the chain of her necklace glowed with the moon, and how the obsidian heart nestled itself against the curve of her clavicle.

“When I moved here, I had nothing—nothing besides a dream of being someone I couldn’t be before.” And there it was… where we were exactly the same. “I figured it out five years later, and then you showed up and blew everything to fucking pieces.” She spoke so calmly as she stared out the window, ignoring that I was hovering over her from behind the couch.

She lay there in silence, and I let her, not uttering a word until she was ready to hear me talk. I could see her mind working through everything, her breaths slow and deep, as her chest rose and fell with every breath.

“And then you showed up and…” She shook her head, pressing her lips together. “And that dream became you…” She finished with a long sigh, her eyes now locked on mine, glistening with unshed tears that threatened to spill over the sides at any second.

“So… what happened— love ?…” My wife breathed, using the nickname I had given her. “You happened—” She lifted herself up, hand reaching to grab the loose tie that hung from my neck like a noose, and pulled me down towards her. “And I have fallen in love with my husband…” Her eyes dropped to my lips before pulling me even closer. “I’m done talking now.” She whispered against my ear, and I swear my heart fucking exploded within my chest like a grenade.

I leaped my ass over the back of the couch, picking my wife up to cradle her in my arms before crushing my mouth to hers and tasting what was finally mine in every way.

“You may be done talking, love, but you’ve got a whole night of screaming left in you,” I murmured against her lips. “And I’m going to make sure that by the end of it, you know exactly how much I fucking love you, Sienna.”

My wife whimpered against my mouth as I carried her to our bedroom, ready to open my heart to her just as she did with me.

I set her legs down in front of the bed and started unzipping the back of her dress, not wanting to wait for her to insist on doing it herself. She’s my Miss Independent , except for tonight. Tonight, everything was about her, and I’d get mine after she got all of hers.

With the dress fully unzipped, I grazed my hands across her shoulders, sliding the straps of the dress until it fell and pooled on the floor around her feet; I then pushed her back to lie flat on the bed.

Bending over her, I interlaced our fingers and brought her hands up above her head, my hips nestled between her eagerly spread thighs. She didn’t say a word, but her breathing alone said everything she was thinking—that she was hungry for me.

Sienna’s throat bobbed as my eyes met hers, and I bit my bottom lip, leaning down to suck on the side of her neck before trailing kisses down her shoulder and collarbone.

She started to squirm as I made my way down her body, releasing her hands and dragging mine along her arms as I descended to my favorite place: between her thighs.

As my lips reached her cleavage, I brought one hand down to palm her breast while my mouth sucked and teased the peaked nipple of the other, rolling it between my tongue and teeth.

She sucked in a sharp breath as my teeth grazed against her sensitive skin, moaning as her back arched off the bed.

I released her nipple, peppering kisses over every inch of her stomach before I sank to my knees at the end of the bed.

Using my teeth, I bit down on the strap of her thong by her hip and started pulling it down her thighs, kissing her soft, smooth skin along the way. When it had reached her ankles, I dropped her thong to the floor.

Wrapping my arms around the back of her thighs, I pulled her towards me, spreading her wide. I leaned in, blowing a cool breath across her wet cunt, and she whimpered, her legs tensing in my arms.

My eyes locked with hers as I slowly lowered my mouth to her clit and sucked hard, my tongue pressing up against her nerves, dragging circles over them like my own personal hard candy. Her hands came down to grip my hair, and I chuckled against her.

“I have every intention of devouring you until you no longer have control of your legs,” I murmured against her delicious cunt. “And then, I’m going to fuck you until you lose control of your goddamn mind.”

As I continued to spoil her clit I slid two fingers into her, brushing them up against her G-spot, her hips bucking from the sensation. I dug my fingers into her thigh in an attempt to keep her still as I tasted every part of her.

I groaned as I felt her come against my mouth, her walls tightening around my fingers and her thighs squeezing my head between them.

Pulling my fingers from her dripping cunt I dragged my tongue across every inch of her, lapping up every drop of her sweet cum.

Shifting my grip to hold her down with my hands on her thighs, I dipped my tongue inside of her, twisting it before moving back up to suck on her clit once again, teasing it with my teeth.

She was fighting the urge to moan for me, but I would make her scream before I was done with her; I loved it when she gave me such a delicious challenge.

I switched between driving my tongue inside of her and tugging at her swollen clit until I felt her come again, grabbing the closest pillow and covering her face with it to muffle any kind of sound, her legs now trembling in my hands.

I ripped the pillow from her hands, pulling myself up her shaking body. She bit down on her bottom lip, her breaths turning into heavy pants.

“I didn’t realize we were playing the quiet game, love.” I pulled off my boxers, fisting my hard cock in my hand and running my fingers along my piercings. “If you won’t scream for my mouth and tongue, I bet you’ll do it for my cock.” I growled, flipping her onto her stomach and lifting her hips to meet mine before lining myself up against her soaked entrance.

I gripped onto her shoulder and hip before slamming myself inside of her tight cunt, a cry escaping from her beautiful lips as she fisted the sheets and clenched her teeth.

“There it is.” I teased, tasting her on my lips as I dragged my tongue across them. “Give me more of that, love. Your screams sound sweeter than you taste.”

With every hard thrust, she moaned louder, backing herself up against me and opening her hips for me to go even deeper.

She enjoyed it when I was rough, and while I wanted to take things slow and make love to her tonight, I’d fuck her with just as much passion regardless of pace. I didn’t need to be gentle to make her feel just how much I loved her, and if she’d rather fuck than talk, I’d do whatever my wife wanted.

I bent over her back, my lips brushing up against the shell of her ear.

“How does that feel, love?” I asked, bringing my hand that was on her hip between her legs to tease her clit as my hips rolled up against her. “Go on, come on my cock like my perfect, beautiful wife.” I ran my teeth along her shoulder before sucking the side of her neck.

It didn’t take much longer for her to find release around my cock, collapsing down to her forearms and screaming my name into the sheets; her cunt squeezed me like a vice as I came right along with her, our mixed pleasure dripping down her inner thighs as I pulled out.

I grabbed a towel from the floor to clean her up, dragging kisses along the side of her smooth ass as I did before she fell to the side, staring up at me longingly.

I dropped the towel to the floor as I crawled into bed beside her, wrapping my body around hers in a tight embrace.

“You don’t have to say anything more,” I spoke as I pressed kisses to the back of her shoulder. “But know that you are everything I was searching for, and I love you. More than anything in this world.”

Nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck, I didn’t stay awake to hear if she had anything more to say to me. Instead, I passed out, knowing that the first thing I would do once we woke up was tell her everything about me and who I once was. I owed her that, at the very least.

It was raining, and I woke up to an empty bed, my wife nowhere to be seen. I pulled myself from the sheets. The room was dark from the storm clouds that had rolled across the city. I softly padded my way across the bedroom and down the hall.

When I turned the corner, I saw her sitting with her knees up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, and her shoulder resting against the glass window, staring out into the grey and gloomy skyline.

I pulled a cream jersey blanket off the couch as I passed by it, draping it over her shoulders as I sat next to her on the floor.

She didn’t acknowledge me, and we sat silently for several minutes before I finally found the courage to say something to her.

“I grew up in the country, on a farm…” I started, staring out in the same direction as her. She didn’t shift her gaze or display any reaction to my words, so I continued.

“I was the eldest of seven kids, four sons and three daughters. After graduating high school, my parents expected me to play a much larger role. They expected me to be their golden boy—to take over the farmland entirely when the time was right, marry a sweet local woman, and raise my own family, continuing the tradition they held so near and dear to their hearts—” From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of her, turning her head towards me. Still, I continued to stare out the window as I spoke.

“That farm had been passed down to the eldest son for almost seven generations, and I went and fucked it all up for them by running away to the opposite side of the world.” I chuckled at the memory, seeing just how stupid of a decision it was now, looking back on it.

“When I stepped off that plane, I had nothing but a duffle bag and what little cash I had set aside—I was cut off the moment I left Australian soil.” I sighed, my eyes shifting to meet hers as she stared up at me in surprise. “Just like you, I came here with a dream to be anyone but who I once was—who I was expected to be.”

My wife’s hand raised to cup my cheek, and I leaned into its warmth, shutting my eyes and breathing in her soothing coconut scent.

I had never wanted to be vulnerable with anyone. I buried my past and intended to keep it that way, but something about Sienna just begged me to be real with her. To tell her where I came from and how I got here.

Maybe because our stories were so similar, I knew she would understand me when no one else could.

Her eyes matched the color of the skyline as her gaze softened, and a small smile pulled at the corners of her lips.

“Well, would you look at us… Just a couple of dreamers searching for a new purpose.”

“I’m no longer searching.” I huffed with a soft smile. “I haven’t been searching since the night I laid eyes on you, love.” My fingers gripped her chin, and I pulled her lips towards mine, the sound of the rain crashing against the glass enveloping us in the moment.

“I see you, Colby Bryce.” She smiled before pressing her lips to mine.

“I’ve always seen you, Sienna Bryce,” I murmured against hers.

I’d sacrifice everything for my wife. I’d burn for this woman.