Hi, thanks for reading guys you rock! Disclaimers are in the first chapter. This chapter is definitely rated M for smut factors. I always feel I'm terrible at sex scenes but I tried my best to give you guys a great scene. My punk muse was happy with it so I think it's okay. Please review, I love reviews. Hope you guys like. Yes very soon Punk and Brenna's revenge will start but for now it's about building the relationship so its on more solid footing before the revenge begins.
Punk laid quietly staring at the bus ceiling above him, he could feel the steady rhythm of the bus on the highway beneath him. A small smile spread across his face, despite all the chaos in his life currently this felt normal to him as easy as breathing. The only thing that was different then the many days he spent on the bus was the women sleeping beside him. Brenna was snuggled against his side an arm draped across his chest. He looked down and study the tiny hand that clutched the t-shirt he was wearing. It was delicate and soft the nails painted a light shade of pink that happened to match the diamond sparkling in the ring from the first rays of sunlight slipping into the room. He was not sure yet how this had all happened, from the fact that he was sharing his bed with not only his fiance but could feel a rather large dog laying near his feet and hear the soft snoring of a pug who was against Brenna's back. To the fact that in less than twelve hours he would be a married man something he told himself he was never going to do. Marriage scared him, all the examples he had growing up were chaotic and dysfunctional yet somehow marrying Brenna didn't petrify him, it felt he felt like it centered him. He briefly wondered if this is what having a family was suppose to feel like, if trusting someone and needing someone was suppose to give you this sense of calm, safety, a feeling like your life had meaning and that your house wasn't just a house but a home. He quickly shoved those thoughts away this was only temporary a few months and they would be divorced and never see each other. He had to remember that she wasn't in this for the long haul and neither was he. Despite the fact that he had been having dreams the last few nights of a little girl with her hair, and his eyes calling him. His subconsciousness needed to catch up this was to bring Paul down only and they were not going to have a future together. So for now he was just going to lay their in the relative quiet of his bus despite it being crowded, his sister, Colt , and Kofi were all somewhere most likely passed out on the bunks. For now he was not going to think about the future just hold on to the present he slid his arms around Brenna and buried his face against her neck breathing in the scent of her and briefly wondered how this petite young women left him so defenseless and got through walls he'd been building since he was a child and if she was aware she was becoming his undoing.
Several hours later Punk trudge back to his bus feeling exhausted, comic-con was always fun but had a way of sapping his energy after a while. He stepped onto the bus and did a double take Colt and Kofi were both wearing suits, they looked so formal it through Punk for a loop for a second, did somebody die he wondered. Then he remembered that they were leaving here to head to the justice of the peace. He was about to be married, Brenna had spent the day with Chez shopping and doing whatever else women do together. Probably spending a lot of money and gossiping Punk decided. He sighed and flopped down beside Colt. "You look like a douche" he informed him "I am not wearing a suit so I don't know why you are." Colt just shook his head at him.
"I'm going to let the douche remark slide because if I know you at all you are thinking of jumping from the bus while its moving to avoid this. Plus you'll wear a suit if Brenna asks you too." Kofi made a whipping sound and high five Colt and all Punk could do was roll his eyes. "So tell me again how exactly this happened?" Colt inquired and Punk wanted to scream since he had dropped the pipe bomb on them yesterday Punk had to explain to them several times how this happened. Each time he lied but kept it simple. When he called Kofi about the situation Kofi had about died laughing think Punk was joking until Brenna had taken the phone and informed him of the seriousness of the situation.
"I've already told you I've known Brenna for a long time, we've been friends for years but lost touch. We reconnected and the sparks flew and I fell for her and the rest as they say is history." Colt studied him intently.
"I just don't understand how none of us have met her if you've known her for years. I also don't understand how if you only broke up with Amy like a month ago, you are getting married to this girl so fast. Is she pregnant? How do you know her?" Kofi questioned and Punk looked annoyed at his friend.
"No she is not pregnant! That is ridiculous, absurd even. She is the daughter of an associate of mine and Amy and I just were never right for each other. This girl is right for me so it happened quickly. Now if you both excuse me I'm going to check on the ladies and get ready." Colt and Kofi were giving each other scepticale looks there was something they were missing here hell they'd spent half the night trying to figure out who this girl was to no avail.
Punk just headed to the back of the bus where he could hear the girls talking. He pushed open the bedroom door and froze his eyes traveling up and down the figure of Brenna who was currently only wearing some very white and frilly lingerie looking garments. His breath caught and he soaked in the the tan skin and what looked like a tattoo on Brenna's shoulder the lace and silk hugged every curve and Punk could feel himself hardening. He had a desire to walk across the room and toss her onto the bed. "Told ya he would like it." His head spun to stare at Chez sitting on the bed he desperately wanted to throw Brenna onto right now. He bit his lip to refrain from saying anything he would regret at her teasing tone just reaching for the door handle his eyes briefly met Brenna's in the mirror and he could see the faint blush on his cheeks before he pulled the door shut and leaned his head against the cold wood reaching into the shower beside him he turned on the cold water as he bashed his forehead on the cool wood a few times. Things like this needed to stop or he was doomed. Cold showers were only going to work for so long before he committed homicide on the person that interrupted them.
Punk stood beside the justice of the peace pulling at his tie, the ladies had apparently picked out a suit for him and protests had died upon his lips at the look Brenna was giving him. He needed to toughen up around her he just couldn't seem to tell the girl no. He looked down at the Armani suit he was currently wearing and sighed. He was pretty sure he had once said he only wore suits for the hall of fame ceremony and funerals and that he wasn't an Armani guy yet here he was about to get married and he was wearing a black suit with red tie. The guys had snickered when he returned from the back of the bus in the suit. He was pretty sure the guys had whispered whipped under their breath but he was to busy scowling to acknowledge this because he was most certainly not pouting CM Punk did not pout. He turned towards the door as the sound of Halestorms I am Beautiful with You started playing and once again Brenna took his breath away. To say she was gorgeous was an disservice to the way she appeared in his eyes at that moment. She walked towards him smiling a simple white lace sundress adorned her body hugging her glorious curves. The white was interrupted with red lace flowing over a silk skirt and simple red pumps accented her perfect legs. Her hair and makeup was simple but Punk decided to had never seen a more breathtaking women in his life. His face lit up with a smile and as her delicate hand was placed into his by Kofi he once again got the feeling of being home. Those who were watching relaxed at the look that passed between this couple they might now know why the sudden rush to marriage but these two were perfect for each other. The vows were simple and Punk didn't hesitate to say I do allowing himself to let go in the moment. He vowed to love honor and cherish Brenna till death do they part and his voice was strong no hesitation. When the justice of the peace said Brenna's full name indicating that she was a Heyman he knew his friends minds began working overtime and that they would eventually figure out the truth but he didn't care. They exchanged rings and as he watched her slide the ring onto his finger he had no fear, and that petrified him. As they were pronounced man and wife the man barely got the wife out of his mouth and Punk attacked Brenna's mouth. He pulled her in close and explore every inch of her mouth once again, this time being interrupted by the justice of the peace clearing his throat several times. Brenna pulled back and giggled. Punk just took her hand and pulled her in back close. After making sure all the I's were dotted and T's were crossed they were officially married. They left the small chapel and headed down the street to a small restaurant to celebrate.
Punk reclaimed his phone from Chez looking over the photos of the wedding and smiled. While they all talked and Brenna informed them that yes she was a Heyman but now technically she was a Brooks, and that yes she was related to Paul though she wouldn't spill the beans on how they were related Kofi, and Colt took the news with ease however he noticed Chez giving him an interesting look and he hoped she would wait until later to try to grill him on it. Punk liked the sound of Brenna Brooks and decided to do something else crazy. He found a picture of him and Brenna where the wedding ring was clearly visible. He did some quick editing with the help of Colt since electronics were not his thing. Once Brenna was cut from the picture he posted it too twitter, tweeting to the world. Guess what happened to me today. There is a new Brooks in town! They headed from the restaurant a while later. "well we will catch you too later" stated Chez.
"Wait, what? Where are you guys going?" Punk asked clearly confused and he could tell Brenna was as well.
"You two just got married, so we figured the newlyweds would want a few days together. Ya know to consummate the marriage. So Colt and I are heading back to Chicago on a flight and Kofi here is catching a ride with Ziggler to Texas. It will just be you two on the bus to RAW so enjoy have fun. Love ya both but we are not sticking around to here all the ickyness." Hugs were exchanged as well as congratulations, then Punk's family headed off into the night leaving Brenna and Punk standing awkwardly outside his bus. They were going to be alone until Monday when he had to work and Punk had no clue what was going to happen. The only thing ringing in his head was Chez's words about consummating their marriage, was that part of the deal, did they agree to that, did they need to talk about this. It was suppose to be a real marriage in all aspects until it wasn't anymore. Did this play into their plan. He stood there unmoving for so long that he didn't notice Brenna step onto the bus. When he finally sighed and turned to his wife she was gone and he pouted again! The pout immediate left his face and a sexy smirk appeared as he stepped onto the bus and into the living area. Brenna's dress was on the floor along with her shoes. He picked both up and looked towards the bedroom, their standing in the dim light was in wife clad only in the white lingerie from earlier.
"Took ya long enough Phil" she whispered and then slowly lowered the strap of the flimsy bra. Punk threw the dress and shoes onto the couch and stalked like a predatory animal who had just discovered his favor prey along the length of the bus. His eyes on fire as he caught her up in his arms his lips crashing into hers.
"Lets go to bed Mrs. Brooks" he growled. She chuckled and nipped lightly at his chin.
"I'm yours Phil, no interruptions just us, my husband. I'm yours." at those words Phil felt such a peace and rush of desire that a shiver when through his body. There were no proclamations of love, just an understanding that for at least tonight they belonged to each other.
Punk laid Brenna down onto his bed slowly laying beside her, his eyes full of desire for his new bride. Kissing her softly on the mouth, he slowly reached over to the front of her bra and released the front fastening. He slid his hand under the material to cup her full breast, his finger slowly tracing circles round her quickly stiffening nipple before lightly pinching it. A low moan escaped from her mouth. He moved his head down her body and took the nipple into his mouth lightly flicking it with his tongue before again tracing round it in circles, only this time with his tongue. Then moved over to the other breast and repeated the treatment on this one. Again, Brenna responded. This time arching her back to force more of her breast into his mouth, as well as letting out a deep moan of desire. Punk then moved down her body lightly kissing her as he went. Getting down to her navel he kissed it and dipped his tongue into her belly button then continued his downward journey till he arrived at his goal. Brenna spread her legs and Punk slowly lowered his head.
He kissed around her pussy and marveled at her rose tattoo that was on her inner thigh deciding Brenna had more of a wild side then Punk realized. Punk then started to kiss all the way round her pussy and then down the inside of her left thigh, down to her foot. Taking her foot in his hand he kissed her foot then proceeded to suck and kiss her toes. Punk then moved over to her right foot. Kissed the underside, then sucked and kissed its toes before starting to kiss up the inside of this leg until he arrived back at her pussy again. Once there he started to lick the outer lips keeping well away from her clitoris, Brenna moaned Punk loved hearing that moan and although his erection was straining to be free he wanted to take his time and thoroughly enjoy Brenna's body. He licked in ever decreasing circles but always made a point of not touching her clit. This drove Brenna mad, as it was what she wanted Punk to do. Punk knew this was teasing Brenna and continued to do this till she cried out in sheer frustration "please" Punk dipped his tongue in side her pussy then moved up and flicked clitoris very gently. That was all Brenna needed to bring on her orgasm. She had felt it building inside the pit of her stomach, but as Punk's tongue flicked across her clit it tipped her over the edge and a feeling of pure ecstasy flowed through her entire body. Punk continued to lap at her pussy savoring her sweet nectar as her orgasm flowed through her.
Once Brenna's orgasm had subsided, Punk laid down beside her, allowing Brenna time to catch her breath she pushed the sweaty hair back from her face and looked at him. "tease" she whispered bringing her fingers to the button of his shirt. She slowly undid them one by one until she was able to push apart Punk's shirt and slid her hands across the muscles. She traced his tattoo's and smiled. "You have entirely too many clothes on" she stated and Punk stood sliding out of the clothing took longer then he would have liked thanks to the suit. But when he stood before her naked he suddenly felt a little self conscious. He looked at her face and it the feeling flew away. She was looking at him like she wanted to devour him whole and he would be glad o let her do so at the moment. Punk laid back down beside Brenna as her eyes drank in every inch of him. He was achingly hard at this point and in need of release. Brenna rolled over and climbed on top of Punk's body so that she was lying on top of him, his cock trapped between their two bodies. She kissed Punk passionately on the lips then sat up with her knees on either side of his legs. "Just let go Phil" she whispered and for once he gave in giving complete control over to his new wife. She lifted herself up till she was clear of his body and took his stiff cock in her hand and he groaned at her touch throwing his head back against the pillow he watched as she guided his dick to her slick and very wet opening before slowly lowering herself on to his cock. Slowly she sank down on to his cock until she was impaled on his stiff member to the hilt. She raked Punk's chest gently with her fingernails down and then across his abdomen, the latter of which sent shivers running through his body. Brenna then started to rise up and down slowly on his cock in full slow strokes till the head of his cock nearly came out of her pussy.
Slowly but surely she increased the rhythm getting faster and faster Punk started to thrust up his body to meet her on her downward strokes at the same time fondling her wonderful breasts, rolling the nipples between his finger and thumb the pressure was building for both of them and he leaned up taking a nipple into his mouth this little thing proved too much for Brenna and her pussy clamped down on Punk's cock as her orgasm shot through her. This was enough for Punk and his cock erupted inside of her as he too came.
They lay together like this for a while catching their breaths enjoying the closeness of each others body. Brenna laid partially on top of Punk feeling him beginning to harden again inside of. She looked up and he just smirked reversing the position. "My turn to be in charge darling" With that being said Brenna wrapped her legs around Punk's waist and he began to move slowly teasingly inside of her.
Several hours later they both stepped into the shower together this was their second attempt at a shower together the first had ended up with both getting more sweaty then clean. This time Punk behaved and kept his hands to himself. By the time they made it to bed, Punk found himself truly exhausted and for once fell asleep quite easily in Brenna's arms. No thoughts of revenge, no self loathing or doubts just true bliss for the first time he could remember.
As she watched him sleep Brenna sighed she was falling for the man beside her and didn't know if she could let go of this man when it was time for him to not be her husband anymore. She was trying to hold on to a small sliver of hope that he wouldn't let her go, that maybe just maybe he was falling for her too.
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