Our Secret Dream 2

Alright, Handsome

BRYAN POV CONTINUED

I stumble into the house trying to be as quite as possible, which obvious isn't all that quite. It's past 9pm and I already know Sky will be upstairs in her studio, following her new routine. Quickly I lock the door behind me and rush into the kitchen, flicking on the light before I jump out of my skin.

My girl is sitting at the kitchen counter, a glass of wine in her hand, her fingers of her free hand strum against the counter top. Tapping away to its own beat. I wonder how long she has been sitting down here waiting and why was she in the dark. Talk about the theatrics of it all.
Our eyes lock and I already know she knows. What surprises me is she doesn't look annoyed or surprised. I continue into the room and over to the fridge. Opening the freezer tray and grabbing something to use as a ice pack.

'Pass that to me and sit down.' She whispers from behind me. Startling me for a moment. I turn around and we come nose to nose. I hadn't even heard her move. She reaches her hand out, leaving it palm up. Waiting for me, I place the bag in her hand. She smiles sweetly at me which I return with a smirk.

I take a step around her pausing for a second so I can press my lips to her cheek 'thanks baby'. Once I'm settled on my chair I watch as Sky walks around the room gathering everything she needs to treat me. She walks over to me and spins the chair so that we are face to face. She really is walking perfection.

She places the bag, towel, wipes and bottle of water on the counter. Her now free hands rest down my thighs, pushing them apart making room so she can settle between them. 'Let's get you cleaned up, handsome.' She smiles as she wraps the towel around the ice and presses it to my hand a subtle sigh passing her lips as I gasp from the sting. I'm going to have a few bruises on my hand come tomorrow.

'How much do you know' I whisper
As I take a sip of the water, her warm face turning up slightly in response to my question. 'I know enough. Dom called me whilst you spoke with Tristan. I'm guessing from your hand you had a 'friendly misunderstanding with him. Not that I could ever blame you, I did the same thing.' I sigh heavily thinking about how to handle this situation.

'I went over angry baby. I'd had enough of just standing on the side lines watching our friends take advantage of you and then you running yourself ragged. Your doing too much and it's killing you. I know I should have intervened earlier but I wanted to give you your freedom to make your own choices.' Her lips twitch up into a smile as she listens to me contently whilst focusing on my hand. Keeping the pressure on the cold pack.

'I just needed to get everything of my chest. My brother is falling apart, my wife is stressed and over worked. The boys feel like they are caught between two sides and I'd not said or done anything to help end this situation -' I've started rambling now, just letting every thought escape my lips. 'Hush' she whispers as she runs her free hand through my hair. Her finger nails grazing against my scalp, a low moan leaving my lips.

'You don't have to explain yourself to me. You always support me and my decisions, with no judgment or questions asks. You can always expect the same from me. We are in this together. Always.' Her voice is so soft and calming that it settles me. Soothing my heaving heart. I wrap my arms around her waist, letting the cold pack fall to the floor as I pull her closer to my chest. My fingers digging in slightly to the exposed skin of her hips.
I lean forward and tuck my face into the crook of her neck, taking a deep welcoming breath. Her scent filling my nostrils, sweet vanilla and strawberries taking over my senses.

'I love that you want to protect me from our friends but I don't ever want you to feel like you have to pick a side between me and your friends. I'd never ask or expect that of you.' She whispers her voice gentle like she's talking to coax a bear cub out of a tree. I press my lips to her sweet spot, her head falling back to give me better access. 'Hmmm' she moans as she lets the pleasure of my mouth consume her. 'I love you.' I grumble, nibbling at her skin. 'I love you too' she whimpers.