Hi first of thank you all so much for following, favorites, and reviewing. It motivated me to write more. I appreciate all of you guys! I have some great ideas of where this is going but most of the time my Punk muse will hijack the story. If you have any ideas of suggestions feel free to share I love input. Anyways disclaimers in the first chapter. Hope you enjoy and please please review.
Punk pushed open the door to his house in Chicago and was greeted by the thudding of big paws across the floor before he knew it he was being barreled into by a slobbering mass of a dog "down Tiny down" he stated trying to be firm with the Saint Bernard. Brenna came with a built in family Tiny was one of the two dogs now taking up residence in his home. He wrangled free of the dog and headed into the living room he dropped his keys and the bag from the jewelers on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch beside the snoring pug. Pumpkin was round and fat much like the gourd she was named after and her tongue was too big for her mouth and Punk found her endlessly amusing.
He could hear Brenna humming in his bedroom their bedroom he corrected himself it was no longer just his home or his space it was theirs and Punk was enjoying it granted he was a little panicked at the upcoming nuptials but the company was nice. He'd picked her up in Salem a few days ago after they'd reached an agreement she was moving in with him and currently unpacking they'd agreed they had to put up an airtight front living together, sharing a bedroom, and a bed though only as friends. They were planning on marrying this weekend in San Diego after his comic con appearance he'd convinced Colt and a few other friends to come out with him not letting them know about the wedding he wasn't ready to explain yet he couldn't even explain it to himself. Then again how did you explain a fake marriage well you don't you let everyone think its real and Punk felt bad he was going to be deceiving his makeshift family but for now it was what he needed to do.
He heard the humming stop and the patter of bare feet followed by paws heading his way. He watched her come down the hallway Tiny prancing behind her clumsily. He took in the short black shorts and one if his I dig crazy chicks t shirts her long hair was in a messy bun and she had no makeup on but Punk found her beautiful. He felt a tightening in his stomach but shook it off quickly this wasn't about passion or desire it was a business arrangement pure and simple sure he usually didn't share his bed with a business partner; a very attractive one at that; but extreme times called for extreme measures. He saw her put her hands on her hips and realized she was talking. "Take a picture it will last longer" she stated giggling at him while trying to be stern. He smirked and grabbed his cell quickly snapping a photo.
"Thanks I needed a photo of my future wife and since you gave me permission this is perfect" she sighed and walked over flopping down beside him she placed her bare feet on the coffee table beside the jewelers bag her leg was presses against his and he had a desire to pull away but forced himself to stay put if this was going to work they needed to be comfortable touching each other hell at some point they were going to have to kiss and should probably practice that so it wasn't awkward. Pushing aside his thoughts and trying not to stare at her lips he fiddled with his phone opening up twitter he uploaded the photo he had just taken of Bre with the tweet; One of the coolest chicks in the world though she is crazy but that's just my style. Punk had no clue how people would take that but hoped it caused some reactions. He suddenly got a huge smirk across his face and grabbed the bag off the coffee table inside were two ring boxes one with her engagement ring and one containing wedding bands he'd decided this would most likely be the only time he got married and fake or not he was going to do this right. He found the right box and turned towards her taking a deep breath he slid down onto one knee beside the couch he went to take her hand but was suddenly on his back Tiny laying on his chest as he was slobbered on receiving large wet kisses from a Saint Bernard with bad breath was not the perfect moment he envisioned when trying to propose. He jumped when he felt a tongue lap his ear and realized Pumpkin had joined the fray. "No, off, stop, ewwww gross, stop Brenna help me out here!" He called to the women who was doubled over on the couch in laughter. Seeing as she was not going to assist him he wiggled out from underneath the beast and stood tossing her the ring box and stomping off to the kitchen Punk didn't like to be laughed at especially when he was trying to be formal, romantic , crazy hell he didn't know. He watched as she composed herself and reached for the box inside was a white gold ring with a pink diamond surround by smaller black diamonds the women at the store had told him any girl would be thrilled with his selection he hoped Brenna liked it as it reflected Punk rough around the edges but a pure heart inside. Punk watched Brenna stand and walk over to him her eyes wide.
"You were trying to propose to me?" He nodded sheepishly and her smile widen "Alright so go ahead just don't get down on your knee Tiny likes to play." He silently reached out and plucked the ring from the box.
"Umm I'm not really good at this kind of stuff and have no clue how to do this but Brenna its been fun to get to know you these last few days and I was hoping that you would do me the privilege of marrying me." Not romantic at all but Punk was flustered and the voice of the voiceless was fumbling over words and finding it difficult to speak. He slid the ring onto her finger and she laughed throwing her arms around his neck tightly he slid his hands around her hips and lifted her up so they were nose to nose. "Is that a yes?" She giggled and nodded and he breathed a sigh of relief his eyes sliding down her face until he was studying her lips he wondered if they would be as soft as they appeared.
He recognized the look in her eyes, and felt his resolve beginning to slip. He realized she was holding her breath and that was it he couldn't deny his need any longer determined for it to be brief testing the waters. However the moment his lips met hers he felt like he was drowning. Before he knew it he had her pressed against the fridge and the moment her lips parted he began to devour her mouth. He was lost in this girl and was only holding on by a thin thin thread. The moment she arched her hips into his the friction broke him down. His lips left hers to travel to her neck, he ran his tongue gently across the delicate skin before beginning to suck lightly needed to leave his mark on her to let the world know she belonged to him. His hand reached up and pulled the bun from her hair and he pulled back to watch the locks flow over her shoulders. Some place in the back of his mind was telling him this was not a good idea however as she grinding against him again he lost it spinning he set her rear on the island counter and went back to kissing her. His hands fumbled with the hem of her shirt yet his mind could not comprehend how to remove it. He finally just grabbed the collar and ripped it down the middle. He glanced down and his breath caught if red had not been his favorite color before the red lace fabric that covered the most perfect breasts he had ever seen would have swayed him. He reached down cupping the fabric his thumb grazing across Bre's nipple the moan she let out and her yanking him towards her again caused him to hiss out "fuck" His fingers worked at the buttons on her jeans wanting desperately to remove the stupid article of clothing that was in the way of what he wanted. She tugged on his shirt and he met her eyes.
"You're over dressed" she whispered and his shirt was off of him in seconds his brain apparently remembered how to undress himself. He leaned into kiss her again but before he could capture her lips she was gone running from the room and he was staring at Colt and his sister Chez standing in his living room. He was now officially frustrated, confused, hard as a rock and in need of a cold shower. Chez seemed embarrassed looking around any where but at Punk and colt stood there smirking.
"So hi, umm you called said you wanted to do lunch that you had something important to tell us. Oh look Colt dogs, Punk got dogs that little one is adorable. When did you get dogs? Who's the girl? Should probably lock the front door in the future when your getting busy Phil and oh is that a ring box on the floor? Ready for lunch?" His sister was uncomfortable and she tended to ramble when she felt like that. Chez headed across the room and picked up the pug, Colt was laughing and Punk was bouncing his forehead off the counter in front of him. Suddenly Brenna returned clothed and acting like nothing happened.
"Hi I'm Brenna, nice to meet you Phil will be ready to go to lunch shortly I kind of distracted him sorry about that. Phil why don't you go get ready then we can head out." Punk nodded smiling that Bre had used his real name she needed to get used to that. He went to slide past her but stopped picking up his phone he grabbed her hand entwining their fingers he took a quick picture the ring sparkling and his tattoos on display.
"I'll be back in a few I need to grab a quick shower." Colt laughed and Brenna blushed while Chez pretended she didn't hear anything.
"Okay lover boy go grab a quick shower, better make it cold. We will entertain your girl here while you're gone." Punk glared he picked his shirt up off the floor and threw it at Colt.
"Best behavior Colt she is not just my girl I'm marrying her this weekend." With that he sauntered from the room out of the corner of his eye he could see Colt's mouth gaping opening and his sister dropping the dog in shock. Brenna handled it all flawlessly asking if they'd like something to drink. He hoped she would continue to be grace under pressure cause lord knows that was a lot of pressure heading their way. As he headed into his bathroom he posted the picture of their hands together with the tweet yes this just happened. Within seconds responses were coming in, which he ignored. He even got some texts messages but just tossed his phone onto the sink. He stepped into the cold shower a moment later, a smile on his face. It was just beginning yet all Punk could think of was the taste of strawberries on his tongue and the feel of red lace under his fingertips.
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