The Bloke (Men Under Revue #1)

37. Sienna

Chapter 37

Sienna

I couldn’t fucking believe what I was seeing. Travis just showed up out of fucking nowhere, and for the first time in my life, I welcomed the adrenaline that surged through my veins, masking the pain in my chest from the bullet wound, where his words hit just as hard.

Fucking marry him? I would have never even considered the sorry fuck as boyfriend material, let alone a fucking husband.

Words didn’t even begin to describe my animosity towards him. Then rubbing my past in Colby’s face like salt on a goddamn wound? Fuck.

“Want to tell me what that was all about?” My husband asked, glancing over at me as I fumed in the passenger seat, twisting the seatbelt in my fists out of frustration.

I sighed, releasing the seatbelt from my white-knuckle grip, and leaned back into the seat.

“Once upon a time, I was reckless…” I mumbled, staring into the dark desert landscape as he drove us back towards the city.

“And you’re not now?” He chuckled in sarcasm, and I could sense his smile within his light-hearted laugh.

“I’m reckless with standards now; there’s a difference,” I smirked—at myself more than him, biting my bottom lip as I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’ve done a lot of regretful things over the years…” My voice drifted with my thoughts and memories on the warm desert breeze. “And yet, no matter how many times I revisit that first night—I can’t see myself ever regretting you.” I turned to look at my husband and admire his profile as he focused on the road ahead.

I caught a glimpse of a sly grin pulling at the corner of his lips before my husband abruptly pulled off to the side of the road. It didn’t take him longer than a split second before he leaned over my body, unbuckled my seatbelt, and pulled me over the center console to straddle his lap.

“Colby!” I stared down at him, wide-eyed and confused, my hands gripping his shoulders to keep me from falling forward with the steering wheel digging into my backside.

He looked up at me, licking his hungry lips as his eyes wandered my face, almost as if committing every little part of it to memory.

“What is it?” I asked at his silence, curious as to why he had pulled over on this dark, dirt road. There were no street lights between the mansion and the city. The long drive out here was dark and desolate.

“You—” He whispered, his hand sliding up my side, wrapping around the back of my head, and threading my hair between his fingers, “are everything I imagined a perfect life would be. A life I only ever dreamed of having with this career.” Leaning up to press his forehead against mine, he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he released his breath. “When I look into your eyes, I know that I have everything I’ll ever need in this life and the next. You’re a woman worth more than any Men Under Revue check could ever cover.”

I lowered myself to my forearms on his shoulders, tilting my head to nuzzle against the crook of his neck. I inhaled deeply, committing his signature scent to memory. It was not the overwhelming smell of AXE body spray that he soaked himself in every night before a show, but the teakwood and leather scent that came from him, just being him.

Clinging to my husband tightly, I could feel my body shaking with the emotions I had fought so hard to hold back. I had given myself to him weeks ago; however, after everything we had just gone through, I felt like I was giving myself to him all over again—recommitting myself to our relationship, our marriage, and my love for him.

The first time I told him I loved him was the last time I thought I would ever have the chance to say it. I felt stupid for waiting so long after he said it the first time, just waiting for me to reciprocate my feelings, only to be shot down straight after mouthing those three simple—yet complicated—words.

Pulling back, I locked eyes with his bright blues, mine swollen and glistening with wet tears that I cried into his neck and shirt, giving in to everything I felt.

“I love you, Colby Bryce,” I spoke through my sobs, not wanting to regret waiting any longer. I didn’t know what would happen in a week with my next test, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to chance never getting to tell him how I truly felt face to face.

My husband beamed up at me, his eyes almost glowing in the light of the moon and stars. I had nearly forgotten how incredible the night sky looked without all the light pollution from the Strip. I now understood why he stopped here, so far away from the city—the stars.

“I’ve always loved you, Sienna Bryce.”

I felt his words hit their mark deep within my heart and soul before he captured my mouth and pulled me completely under his spell.

My fingers explored their way down his body to his jeans, tugging at the waistband for the buttons and zipper. He chuckled against my mouth, shifting his hips to give me better access as I pushed up on my knees, sliding my hand into his boxers and freeing his cock, which had already started growing hard.

I stroked him a few times before attempting to work my way out of my shorts. Colby huffed a laugh, pulling his lips from mine with a smirk that screamed trouble.

“Allow me, love.” He crooned, griping either side of my shorts by my ass and splitting them in half at the seam.

“Again?!” I shrieked, feeling the cool evening breeze where the fabric no longer covered my skin. “Let me guess, you’ll buy me a new fucking pair?” I growled, wrapping my hand behind his head and pulling hard on his hair, jerking his chin upwards.

“Always, love.” He teased, tugging my hair by the root just the same as he brought my neck to his lips and started sucking on the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. “Now sit on my cock and fuck me like you love me.” He murmured against my skin.

I sucked in a breath before pulling my thong to the side and lowering myself onto him, his thick cock sliding effortlessly into me. I had been wet for hours, I wanted to fuck him before we left the penthouse, but he was too concerned with our meeting to let me.

When I was fully seated on his cock, I moved up and down his shaft, feeling his length as it filled me to the base and back out till just the tip was inside of me. I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips between his mouth, sucking on my neck and his cock driving into me deeply; I was a mess of desire and lust.

His free hand gripped my ass while the other still held my scalp tightly, his hips now thrusting up against mine, our pace gradually growing quicker and harder. He bounced me on his cock, groaning into my neck with every fully seated thrust.

I released his hair, digging my nails into his shoulders as I rolled my hips against his, feeling his piercings hitting just the right spot that drove me absolutely insane.

“Look up, love.” He whispered, my head tilting to the side as he dragged his tongue up my neck and tugged on my ear. “I’m about to show you how bright the stars can truly be.”

I captured his mouth, my cries muffled by his lips as I rode him until I reached my breaking point. My climax ripped through me, sending a shiver up my spine as he followed me with his own, my cunt squeezing his cock as he shuddered inside of me.

Collapsing against his chest, I concentrated on slowing my heavy pants, burying my forehead into the side of his neck as I stared out of the corner of my eye to where the desert plain met the night sky.

I didn’t want to move, to leave this spot with him. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly against his warm body as I trembled from my climax. His soothing touch and the sound of his heart beating in his chest made my eyes grow heavier by the second.

Together, we were everything.

ONE WEEK LATER.

It felt like only yesterday we were leaving Dustin’s mansion with a second chance. I tied my hair into a thick ponytail before sliding into my black leather high-heeled boots. A low whistle carried across the bedroom, and I paused while sliding into my last one.

“You know, I think black is my favorite color on you.”

I turned my head to see my husband leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest as he admired my ass from my bent position. “Especially those tight black leather pants.”

“If you rip these in half, I swear to God, Colby…” I sighed as he laughed, pushing himself off the wall, and swaggered his way toward me. When he reached my side, he wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged his lips down the side of my neck, peppering kisses along the way.

“These can stay, but I want to see you crawling in them later.” He murmured against my skin, a shiver trailing down my spine as I bit my lip at the thought.

“Only if you crawl first.” I teased, sucking in a sharp breath as I felt his teeth sink into a sensitive spot.

“Done. Now let’s go before we’re late.” He smirked before releasing me and smacking my ass with his palm before he turned to leave the room.

Today was the day we had been anticipating, and although I was fully prepared to pass my assigned test, I dreaded going through it all over again—flashbacks to the casino flooding my memory.

I no longer feared blood and killing. Not when I knew the extent of the reward for doing it as part of the MUR. Fucked up, I know, but I loved my husband, and I would do anything to keep him by any means necessary.

“Mrs Bryce.” His mocking voice echoed down the hall. I could hear the over-dramatic eye roll in his tone, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

I loved it when he called me that, almost as much as when he called me love .

Pulling up the zipper of my boot, I dropped my foot to the floor and grabbed my black leather jacket as I passed the dresser on my way out of the bedroom, shrugging it over my shoulders.

“Tell me again what the plan is,” I said as I stepped into the elevator beside him.

I checked my phone for the time before sliding it into my jacket pocket as the doors closed and we began descending floors. It was almost three in the afternoon; we wanted to get an early start to formulate a solid plan before going after my target later tonight.

“Oh, you’ll love this one. Kevin Scott owns two escort services and has recently had several complaints filed against him for misconduct toward his employees. Some of the complaints note that he has threatened assault and other unsavory things.”

“Sounds like Dustin wants me to pass if he’s giving me such a red flag to take down.”

“Our targets are never innocent, love. There is always a reason for what we do; we aren’t serial killers.” He laughed as the elevator stopped and the doors opened to the parking garage.

“If you say so…” I rolled my eyes as I strolled towards our motorcycle and climbed into the passenger seat. “So what am I to do? Pretend to be a new escort and stab him in the dick when he threatens me with a good time?”

Colby shook his head as he chuckled and looked at me with a broad smile that reached his eyes.

“You truly are something else, love.”

“You’re right. I am everything.” I cooed, leaning over the center console and lightly kissing his lips before buckling myself in. “Let’s do this so we can ride off into the sunset like murderous bandits and wash our hands off in Lake Las Vegas.”

“Whatever my wife wants.” My husband winked before pulling out of the parking garage toward Sunset Boulevard.