Page 63 of The Bloke

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, andI 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 thecorner 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.

Chapter 28

Sienna

“Wear the red onesthis time,” I spoke from our bed, lying on my stomach, while admiring my husband’s ass as he got dressed for work.

“Why red? What’s wrong with the teal?” He chuckled, reaching back into the dresser and pulling out his red Heaven Down Under branded boxers.

“You always wear the teal.” I groaned, stretching out my arms like a cat before folding them underneath my chin.

“Teal looks good on me. You’ve said so yourself—numerous times, I might add.” Colby smirked as he pulled on the red boxers and swaggered over to the foot of the bed.

I rolled onto my back to look up at him as he pressed his hands into the mattress beside my head. God, I was obsessed with him,from his bright blue eyes to his sharp jawline, carved abs, and soft dark hair. He was perfection, and he was all mine.

“True, but tonight, when all those women are dragging their hands down your chest—” I followed my words with my hands. “Caressing your abs… gripping onto your waist and hips…” My eyes flicked to his, and I grinned. “I want them to know it all belongs to me.” I shifted my wandering gaze to his cock that hovered just near my forehead with his current position.

“And red boxers are going to leave that kind of impression?” He just laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to my bare stomach. I was wearing nothing but a black thong and one of his work-branded black tank tops.

“Maybe not for them, but at least I’ll know.” I giggled, wrapping my arms around his head and tugging at his hair as his stubble grazed along my belly.

“Know what, love?” He asked, pulling his body back to stare down into my eyes.

I innocently bit my bottom lip, holding back the biggest smirk I had ever given him from all the dirty thoughts that raced through my mind.

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