Hi, here is another chapter with some big twists and a little smut. Hope you enjoy and please review. Disclaimers are in chapter one and lord knows if I owned Punk he would be chained to my bed and I would be writing on here.
Punk laid in the hospital bed waiting for the nurse to return with his discharge papers, he'd been lucky that someone had heard Brenna's screams or he had a feeling that his injuries would be more extreme. Lucky for him he had a mild concussion a few more staples in his head and his bruised ribs were just going to take longer to heal. Punk had a want to go out and seek his revenge but was going to refrain for the moment, Brenna was asleep in the chair beside his bed, she had been shaken by this attack and seemed distance to Punk since he had awaken in the ambulance, he couldn't out his finger on why she seemed so off but was going to chalk it up to being traumatized by the events of the evening. He figured she would shake it off and things would go back to normal soon. He hated waiting and more specifically hated being in the hospital so to pass the time he grabbed his phone. He checked his twitter and when nothing grabbed his attention looked over a few neglected emails and text messages. Nothing he felt the need to reply to stood out to him at first until he got to his last text. It was from an unknown number and as he thumb it open he felt his blood pressure rising. Your new wife has a secret and I bet she hasn't told you or you would never marry her. I will air it to the world very soon unless you decide to stay down Phil. Its your choice if you want the world to know and her life to implode, taking you down with her. Punk knew that Brenna was hiding something but this threat from an unknown source who was obviously Paul worried him. He couldn't do what Paul wanted and back down from this fight it wasn't who he was but he didn't want Brenna to get hurt in the process. He thought about waking her up and demanding answers but had a feeling now wasn't the right time so instead he just deleted the text and for now would let the ghosts stay in the shadows. He just hoped this secret wouldn't destroy everything.
When they arrived back to Chicago for a few days off before heading to RAW Brenna seemed to have returned to her old self not even wanting to talk about the events of the night before and Punk who had a raging headache and was extremely sore agreed to this for now. Punk didn't know how he ended up sitting in a small boutique while Brenna shopped for clothes, or why he was the sudden judge to what looked good on her and what was terrible yet here he was. He hated shopping, he now hated shopping with women more but he'd agreed when she said she needed some different clothes if she was going to be on TV. He glanced up when Brenna came out of the dressing room for what he felt like was the fiftieth time that afternoon. He gave her a quick thumbs up and went back to fiddling with his phone. He heard her clear her throat and he inwardly sighed looking up again but this time actually taking in what she was wearing. His jawed dropped and he found himself unable to speak for a moment. She had on a red laced dressed that was incredibly short and tight, it showed quite a bit of leg and cleavage, and as he took it in he could tell the dress was covering absolutely nothing as he could see right through the lace. "You are not wearing that in front of anyone ever!" She laughed at him and he glanced around making sure nobody was seeing her but him.
"Of course I'm not this is for your eyes only Phil, just wanted to know if you thought this was sexy or boring like every other outfit I've tried on. I thought we could get it and you could help me take it off later. Obviously you like it." She smirked at him and headed back into the dressing room and after a few moment's Punk stood following her into the small room.
"You don't play very fair Bre, how about I help you take it off right here right now." He slid his hands along her arms slowly up to her shoulders, taking the small straps in his hand he lowered them down slowly. He lowered his head and his mouth trailed along her collar bone following the descent of the straps. He pushed the dress down slowly watching in the mirror across from them as it fell to her feet on the floor. He pulled Brenna closer to him so she could feel the reaction she was getting in his pants. "You are a tease Bre, so get dressed and lets go I want you home in bed now" he growled in her ear. She pressed back against him and he stepped away heading for the door to the room. She reached out and grabbed his wrist pulling his close. She tilted her head for a moment before pushing him against the wall of the small room.
"You are not going anywhere Punkers just remember to stay quiet" she whispered before dropping to a squat in front of him before he could even figure out the words to tell her this wasn't a good idea and they should head home. She had his pants undone and his penis was being stroked. Her small pink tongue flicked across his tip and he had to stifle a moan.
"Brenna I... we... oh fuck" he hissed as she took him into her mouth. His willpower to stop her long gone, he just leaned back watching as she bobbed her head her mouth sliding along his cock and the glorious pressure of suction he was not going to last long. He yanked her to her feet and lifted her up, those perfect legs wrapped around him quickly and he shoved her panties aside plunging into her tight heat. He buried his face into her neck to muffle the small moans he could not help but make. He lifted her gently up and down his length until he couldn't stand anymore he slid onto the wooden bench in the room and let her take over. She rode him hard and fast his penis slipping in and out of her wet pussy. He slid his hand down between them and began to rub her clit firmly. In only took a few seconds and he felt her pussy convulse and tighten around him. That sent him over the edge and he released his seed into her, biting onto the side of her neck to prevent himself from screaming in pleasure. He sat there holding her as they both caught their breath. He finally slid her gently off of him and onto her feet. Standing he righted his pants and watched her dress, she then picked up several items and turned to him. "You ready?" she asked as if nothing had happened completely composed and he raised an eyebrow but just nodded hoping no one would notice the bite mark on the side of her neck. They purchased the items after leaving the dressing room and Punk noticed the red dress among the clothes. The women behind the counter kept glancing at the two and Punk could swear she knew what had just happened. Finally the women blurted out that she was a huge fan and asked for there autographs, Punk gladly signed a piece of paper for her thankful she had no clue what had just happened. He overheard the women telling Brenna that she could never get her husband to go shopping with her and wondering at her secret. Brenna informed the women that Punk loved shopping with her and if he got bored she knew exactly what to do to make him have a good time. Punk had to roll his eyes at his wife, she didn't play fair at all, and just maybe he had enjoyed shopping, and probably wouldn't protest if he had to go again in the future.
Later that afternoon Punk sat watching his ex girlfriend teach his new wife moves in the ring. To say this felt awkward and uncomfortable was an understatement for Punk. At Colt's insistence he had called up Amy and asked her for help. He knew that Colt was right and Amy was the best candidate for the task but that didn't mean he felt any better about the situation. He and Amy had parted on good terms as always they were better friends then a couple but he knew Amy had to be hurt by thee events of the past few weeks. One of the main reasons they called it off was that Amy wanted more of a commitment hell she wanted to marry Punk and he had told her he never planned to get married and that he liked how their relationship was then to less then five weeks later go get married had to sting a little. However she had agreed and now was here helping with no reason other then she was a good friend. He could see the girls talking and occasionally glancing over at him and once or twice laughing but had no clue what they were currently discussing he would move closer so he could listen if he didn't think that they would know what he was doing so instead he stayed in his seat trying to relax his sore muscles and not worry what was going on in front of him.
Brenna was already sore she had only been in the ring for a few minutes but she was using muscles that she had no clue she had. She knew Punk was uncomfortable with this and to tell the truth so was she. The fact that he had called up Amy and she'd come running was making her jealous of the red head across from her. She glanced over at her husband and wanted nothing more to go over and snuggle into his side, but she knew that she had to focus. She had a ninety day contract with the WWE and needed to be prepared. She wished she had longed then ninety days because she knew that at the end of the ninety days the story line would be over and so would her marriage, she was secretly hoping that maybe if she got good enough she'd be offered a longer contract and then Punk wouldn't leave her, though she knew that was unrealistic. Punk didn't want a wife he didn't want to be tied down and she needed to keep reminding herself of that before she got in to deep. Amy tapped her arm and she looked at the red head. "penny for your thoughts?" Amy inquired looking seriously interested in what was going on in the younger womans head.
"I was just wondering how I managed to get him to marry me. Everyone keeps telling me that it's a miracle and it won't last" Amy cocked her head slowly and sighed.
"he loves you, you can tell by the way he looks at you. I don't know how much you know about our history but I can tell you that he never once looked at me like that or anyone I've seen him be with. Stop worrying that the bottom is going to fall out from under you and just enjoy being together. Punks a hard shell to crack and I have no clue what you did to get under his skin but its good to see him happy. Yes he has said numerous times he doesn't want to be married ever, but I knew that was a lie. When Punk falls he falls hard he doesn't do anything half way so whatever you did had to be special. When that man makes a commitment he doesn't break it. If he gives you his word you can know its the truth. It may be awkward coming from me but I am happy for the two of you, just don't let him shut down on you he is good at that. Make him talk even when he doesn't want to, and just know he has some deep wounds that time hasn't healed from his childhood so give him time and patient and it will all work out." Brenna took in Amy's words and smiled.
"Thanks Amy I needed to hear some of that today, now lets get to work." A few hours later Brenna slid from the ring and walked towards Punk stiffly. She lowered herself into the chair beside him groaning. "I've never been so sore in my life and she still has energy to keep going how is that fair?" She asked Punk pointing to Amy who was still bouncing around the ring. Punk laughed and slid an arm around Brenna.
"She's been doing this for years, you've been doing it for a few weeks give it time and you'll be bouncing around the ring like Amy. You did great in there, you are a natural at this." Brenna just rolled her eyes at her husband and kissed him lightly. "You ready to head home, we can put you in an ice bath." Brenna nodded and stood she watched as Punk went and thanked Amy planning the next training sessions. She felt seeds of jealousy again sprouting as the two hugged good bye. It evaporated and Punk walked over to her and took her hand. He led her from the building as Amy watched with sad eyes.
Colt came up beside Amy a flung an arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry Ames you're still my favorite girl in the world." She laughed at Colt and shoved his arm away.
"It's just weird Colt, I can tell he's happy but it all happened so quickly and I question how well he knows her and her history. Not to mention I can't help feeling like they had to be together when Punk and I were together but he would never do that to anyone. I would think she was pregnant if it wasn't for the fact Punk has me flinging her all over the ring. I just don't get it." Colt nodded sympathetically at the red head.
"I get that, help I'm questioning it too. Despite that he seems happy and the way he looks at her damn its like he lives and breathes for this girl. She very suddenly became his whole world. I'm not sure how it happened, I know she's not pregnant or Punk would be freaking out. Kids are so not something he wants ever. Though the way these two are looking at each other and from one I can only assume is going at it like bunnies it wouldn't surprise me if she has a bun in the oven soon, or already. I know its got hurt for you to see them together and sucks it wasn't you, just remember there are other fishy in the sea and you are one hot babe. As for her past I don't know but Punk seems fine with whatever she did in her life." Amy rolled her eyes at Colt shoving him lightly.
"Colt if you think you are one of those fish in the sea please swim in the other direction. As far as her past goes I wonder how much he even knows I mean I did some digging when I found out they got married. I found some stuff I'm sure Punk wouldn't like but I don't want to seem like a bitter ex so I decided not to bring it up." Colt sighed he really didn't want to know because if he knew then he would feel obligated to tell Punk yet curiosity was getting the best of him.
"What did you find out Ames and you do know it makes you look like a bitter shrew researching your ex boyfriends new wife right." She nodded at that but was happy to finally share the information with somebody.
"Well she's got an arrest record" she paused and Colt chuckled.
"Who doesn't Amy even Punk has one, she's young we all do stupid things when we were young."
"Not like this we don't Colt she was arrested for possession of an illegal substance and drug trafficking. Punk can't know that or he wouldn't be with her, not to mention she's done a few stints in rehab. Are you honestly telling me that Punk would be with someone like that?" Amy exclaimed trying to get colt on her side and not Brenna's. Colt took a deep breath wishing he could unhear all of that but knowing he couldn't
"Okay first off Amy, lets look at your history you use two be best friends with two addicts, you traveled with them, worked with them, and dated one of them. At the end of the day it makes it look a little suspicious that you didn't take part in recreational use your self. Punk never questioned you, or judged you for this. Your right Punk may not know but I doubt that will change anything, she is his wife, for better or worse. At the end of the day he will be loyal to her. I'm not saying it looks good but lets not judge her there could be a good reason for what you discovered. We all have made mistakes in our past and Punk has made his own fair share. Unless you dug up something better I don't want to know if you have than let it go and let them be happy. Move on because he's not coming back this time Amy." With that Colt strode away from the women and Amy stood there glaring after him. She grabbed her bag and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts finding the number she was looking for. She hit send and waited for the man to pick up.
"Hey Paul its Amy, I've got some information like you asked."
Whoo I didn't see that coming just kind of flowed out while I was writing. Just so you all know I happen to love Amy think she rocks but needed to have someone close to Punk helping Paul and what better than a bitter ex girlfriend. Hope you guys enjoyed my punkmuse loved the scene in the dressing room. Please review you guys rock!