by JA Low
“I would do anything for her, Ness.”
She nods and turns her attention back to the window, watching the lights of the city going past. Arriving at the back of the hotel, I pick Sienna up in my arms and make my way up toward my suite. There is nowhere else Sienna is going to stay tonight. I want her waking up in my arms. We’re going to have a serious talk about everything.
Vanessa and Isla give me a look when they realize I’m heading to the penthouse level and not to Sienna’s room, but surprisingly they both stay quiet. Saying their goodbyes, they get off on the floor underneath mine and I travel up one more level with Sean. I make my way into the suite through the foyer, past the living, dining and kitchen areas and down one of the long halls towards my room. Placing Sienna’s sleeping body on the bed I slowly start to undress her, moving her lifeless body around as I unzip the back of her white mini dress. Peeling it away from her body, biting my lip as I notice the underwear she is wearing, the white silk set I bought her. Calm down Evan, she’s asleep.
All of a sudden Sienna sits up in bed, her head crashing right into mine. Fuck! I'm probably going to have a black eye.
Blinking a couple of times, Sienna looks at me. “I miss you, Evan.”
Everything stills in me, I can see the hurt and pain etched across her face, pushing her hair back from her face I say, “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.” Because fuck, I do miss her more than I like to think.
“I hate him, Evan. I hate her. I hate that she is living my life. I should be the one in those pictures. I should be the one having his baby,” she cries out in frustration.
My stomach drops. She could be carrying my baby, but instead wishes it is Beau’s. Running my hand over my head, I feel sick, almost as if she's just sucker punched me. Slowly, I start to move away from Sienna, I might sleep on the couch tonight, apparently she doesn’t want me. But then her hand clutches mine.
“But I'm also not sorry it happened because I would never have met you.”
No, she doesn’t mean it, she’s just happy to meet her celebrity crush. Giving her a weak smile, I say, “We’ll talk in the morning; you need some rest. Go to sleep, I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.” Getting up off the bed, I walk toward the door in silence. As I clasp the door handle, her arms wrap around my waist spinning me around toward her. There she stands with tears streaming down her face, looking up at me through wet lashes.
“Please don’t go, Evan, I don’t want to be alone.”
Her sad face breaks my heart. I pick her up into my arms and walk her back to the bed, laying her on one side. I kick off my shoes, remove my jacket and pull off my t-shirt, but I’m not confident enough to take my jeans off. I lay in bed beside her. We are both on our sides, looking at each other, face to face; her green eyes glowing brightly against her red puffy eyes.
Sienna’s hand comes up and cups my face. “Thank you.”
She closes her eyes; her breathing is soft and slow as she falls asleep.
Rolling onto my back I stare at the ceiling. I give up fighting the way I feel about her. Sienna is in my bed again and this is where she’s going to stay. In the morning, we are going to have a serious talk and work out what the hell is happening between us.
27
Sienna
“Hailey.” The deep, timbered voice mumbles beside me. My head is hurting badly; my mouth is dry and there is an enormous tattooed arm imprisoning me against them. I can feel the distinct morning wood against my bare back, as one leg wraps around mine. Claustrophobia is clawing its way through my body; who the hell am I in bed with and why the hell do they think I'm Hailey?
“I'm so sorry, the baby, the baby,” the voice mumbles again behind me.
This hangover is a real bitch or maybe I am still drunk but the mumble sounds a lot like Evan. Looking down at the arm holding me I notice the colorful art; fuck, it is Evan. How the hell did I end up in bed with Evan? Looking down my body, I notice I’m only in my underwear. Shit! Last night is pretty foggy; I don’t remember much.
“Fucking bastard,” Evan yells out as he grips me tightly making me scream and waking him up.
Evan sits up, momentarily stunned. Blinking, he tries to get his bearings as he turns toward me. “Sienna?” he says my name in question.
“Who’s Hailey?” I ask, looking at him. He goes pale and turns quiet. Shit, fuck this. I jump out of the bed quickly grabbing my dress on the floor.
“Sienna, wait.”
Turning around I hold the dress against me trying to hide my near nakedness, while he runs his hand over his head.
“Please don’t go, let me, um, shit…let me explain.”
My stomach is doing somersaults; it's probably from my hangover but maybe a little to do with whoever this Hailey person is. Hesitantly, Evan moves back against the headboard patting the bed beside him. Sighing, I put my dress on and join him in bed.
He puts his arm around my shoulder pulling me across his chest. His other hand is holding me securely in place.
“How are you feeling this morning?” His lips touch my ear, sending shivers through my body.
“Fine, but don’t change the subject.”
Evan takes a deep breath and slowly blows it out. “Hailey was my high school ex-girlfriend.”
Okay, that’s not so bad. At least it wasn’t a groupie from last night.
“We were young and in love, she never wanted to leave Texas. I wanted to be a rock star; so you can see where this is going.”
Nodding, I understand, because well, obviously he’s single.
“We had started making it big on the festival circuit and Hailey was going well in medical school until we found out she was pregnant. The world stopped and everything that was wrong in our relationship started to become glaringly obvious. When she lost the baby I stayed on tour instead of going home and helping her grieve. I was an idiot. I sent my best friend, Kevin, to help her. I lost myself to alcohol and drugs to cope.”
I could feel Evan tensing beside me, and I had a good idea what he is going to say next.
“I came home early from the tour to surprise her. I got on the first plane out of LA to Houston. I wanted to show her how I had cleaned myself up and got my act together. I was going to propose. I wanted to make her happy for being a pretty shitty boyfriend since losing the baby. But I was the one who was surprised. I found her and Kevin in bed together. Apparently my best friend had been looking after her since the miscarriage. They had grown closer the more time I spent away.”
Rolling over I put my arm around Evan and give him a hug. I knew exactly how that felt – finding the person you love with someone else.
“It’s taken me a long time to get over it. They’re both happily married to each other and have a couple of kids. They run their own medical practice in Houston. I've even caught up with them over the years. Kevin was always more suited to Hailey, they both wanted the same things. I just happened to ask her out first in high school.”
“I don't think I would be so forgiving.”
Wrapping his arms around me he holds me tight. “I never want to go through that again, ever. It took me a very long time to forgive them both, especially the first time I ran into them, but they are happy together. I couldn’t see myself with the white picket fence, living in one spot, kids and everything.”
My stomach flip flops thinking about our little mistake, the chances of something happening is like one percent but listening to him saying he is happy to be single, with no kids, and travel the world stings a little.
“Guess it makes sense why you only pick up groupies then.”
Evan tenses at my words but doesn’t answer me. We sit in silence for a moment before I change the subject.
“I'm sorry about your ex. I understand what you’re going through,” I add.
Feeling sick, last night flashes through my head. Fuck, I was a hot mess. “About last night, Evan,” I began, turning to him again.
He gives me a broad smile. “You don’t h
ave to apologize for anything, you hear me. I just want to know if you are okay?” he questions, his blue eyes holding my attention.
“Yeah, I think so. Last night was a shock seeing his baby in the flesh. It made it all real seeing how happy he looked with Diana. Maybe I've been hiding my feelings about it all because I've been so far away but I couldn’t stop all the messages from people wondering how I was coping. I was doing really well until they all decided to call me.”
Evan looks at me and asked, “Do you still love him?”
“Yes and no,” I tell him.
I feel Evan tense beside me again.
“Ten years is a long time to be with someone, Evan. Most of those years were good. But do I love him as my husband? Do I love him enough to take him back? No. But I do enjoy our memories. Does that make sense?”
“So, if by some reason he left her and ended up on your doorstep telling you he made a mistake you wouldn’t think about taking him back.”
“How could I ever take him back after everything? Old memories don’t wipe out the new ones. No way in the world could I ever go back to him. I’ve changed too much. I'm not the same person I was all those months ago.”
Evan lets out a breath and gives me a smile, the tension from earlier looking like it has left him.
“Can we please forget about last night? I am so embarrassed.”
Bursting out laughing, Evan surprises me by pulling me onto his lap. “Getting drunk, dancing on some tables. Please, I've done way more embarrassing things than that. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Sienna. Everyone can understand why you did what you did.”
My legs are straddled across Evan’s jean clad legs, my hands resting on his naked shoulders. Smiling at him I say, “Thank you for looking after me and being a good friend, Evan.”
Evan frowns. “What happens if I don’t want to be just your friend, Sienna?”
My heart races with a little excitement, not really understanding what he means. I remain silent, not knowing what to say.
Running his fingers through my hair, his palms cup my face. “I like having you in my life, Sienna, in my bed. I like being around you, I like hanging out with you. I hate seeing you with other men…it drives me crazy because you should be mine.”
My heart stops. What is he saying?
“I want you. There’s something between us and I want to explore it. You feel it too, don’t you?”
Nodding, because I can’t talk, he has rendered me speechless.
“You and I explore whatever is happening between us, no labels just you and me together until whatever it is between us runs its natural course. No dating anyone else. I can’t go another night seeing you in the arms of another man. I just can’t,” he expresses, looking hurt as he laid everything out for me.
“Do you only want me because I might be pregnant?”
Evan looks shocked at my question.
“Fuck, no. I've wanted you for months, Sienna. I wanted you the first moment Vanessa showed me your picture. I wanted you the moment I found you in my bed, the moment my lips touched you, the moment you moaned my name as I made you come. I have wanted you so badly every day that it’s making me crazy. I don’t care if you are pregnant or not; I want you,” he declares, kissing me with passion and hunger. I can feel his emotions in the kiss as it starts out soft and gentle and then quickly intensifies with liquid heat pulsating through our bodies.
My body feels like it is on fire, every nerve ending heating up. Slowly, I grind myself against Evan’s jeans, the friction of his buttons rubbing my clit.
“Sienna, fuck, I've missed you,” Evan groans, biting my lip.
My hands are roaming over his naked chest. I need more, we both need more. My fingers find the buttons of his jeans; one by one I unbuttoned them to find him commando under the jeans. Fuck, that is sexy. Pulling out his thick cock and slowly working my hand up and down his length; it is my turn to take control as Evan has just laid everything out on the table for me. I want to show him what it means to me, what he means to me. Breaking our kiss, I shimmy back a bit and kneel between his thighs while bringing his cock to my mouth.
“Fuck,” Evan moans, his fingers entangling in my hair as I take him further into my mouth. Small, slow sucks around the head, licking from balls to tip then plunging it further down my throat, as far as it will go without gagging. Sucking him hard, I move my mouth up to the head again, tasting his salty arousal on my tongue. My hands still pumping in time with my mouth.
“Fuck, seeing your mouth wrapped around my cock…it’s a beautiful thing,” Evan groans, as I work him over, his length thickening even more. With one swift move, I am ripped away from his cock and flying through the air, landing on my back on the bed.
“As much as I love having your hot little mouth on my dick, now it’s my turn to have your hot pussy against my tongue.”
The pleasure his tongue gives me is indescribable. My eyes roll to the back of my head with ecstasy. His tongue laps at my sensitive clit with long licks. The pleasure intense, I can hear my soft moans coming from my throat.
“Fuck, I could never get sick of your taste, Sienna.”
My heart starts beating loudly in my chest, his dirty words taking me higher and higher with each sweep of his tongue until he brings me soaring as I scream out his name. My orgasm rips me apart.
He wipes his face on the sheet before traveling up my body, his smug face looking at me.
“I love making you come, Sienna. Please don’t make me stop.”
Shaking my head at him, I can’t speak. It seems he has rendered me speechless once again.
“Good, sweetheart, because I am going to make you come every damn day until you don’t want me anymore.”
That was the thing I was worried about. What happens if that day never comes?
28
Evan
Waking up with Sienna naked, wrapped in my arms, over the past couple of days has been amazing. We’ve been together every night since Amsterdam. Having her watch, me from the wings of the stage is bliss. Glancing over at her during our set and watching her dancing and singing to our music is the biggest turn on. The most difficult thing lately, other than keeping what is happening between us on the down low as Sienna is still my employee, has been getting changed during the concert. Seeing her face waiting for me, her hands lifting up my sweat soak t-shirt, fingers touching my hot skin, the adrenaline pumping through my veins; it's been hard trying to keep myself under control during those moments.
Today she is being a trooper during the meet and greet signing, standing by watching as women ask me to sign parts of their bodies and man handle me as I take a photo with them. My eyes catch hers and I excuse myself to the bathroom after the signing. I send her a text to join me. A couple of moments later she joins me in the disabled bathroom down the hall.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I declare, pushing her up against the wall of the restroom. The after show adrenaline is pumping through my veins, the need to make sure she realizes she is mine and my number one priority. I quickly lift up her dress, rip her panties off, and shove them into my pocket. I can’t wait a moment longer before impaling myself deep inside of her. “I could see you dancing and singing from the stage tonight. Do you have any idea how hot that is, watching you get lost in my music? Singing words that I wrote, watching them fall from your lips.”
Sienna moans.
“Watching you keep your cool around those groupies when all I could think about was bending you over the damn signing table and fucking you in front of those women, making sure they knew that I'm yours and not theirs.”
In that next second, Sienna comes hard against my cock. I wasn’t far behind her, growling out her name over and over into her neck. Fuck, she is perfect.
“Morning,” she says groggily.
Taking me away from my thoughts, I respond with a tight squeeze.
She burrows into my side, my morning wood standing to attention even more after remembering what happene
d last night.
“You’re never leaving my bed for the rest of the tour. You hear me,” I whisper into her hair.
“Evan,” she says wistfully, before crawling over the top of me, her green eyes looking down at me giving me a smile. She surprises the hell out of me by capturing my bottom lip with her teeth, giving it a good suck.
“Have I ruined you for all other women, Evan?” she jokes, pouting as she captures my lip again knowing how much I like it. My large palms are gripping her bare ass and grinding her into me.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you have. I'm pretty sure no one is ever going to compare to me as well. I'm a fucking rock star.”
Making her chuckle, she responds, “That’s a pretty big ego you have there, Mr. Rock Star. Is it all for me?”
As I rock against her, I reply with a quick slap to her ass. “You know my ego isn’t the only thing that’s big for you.”
“Hey, Evan, check out these photos,” Charlotte shouts enthusiastically as she bursts into my room.
Sienna squeals jumping under the covers.
“Don’t you fucking knock, Charlotte?” I scream at my little sister.
Her eyes bounce between us in the bed. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Are you two…?” Charlotte asks, her finger wiggling back and forth.
“Charlotte, get out,” I scream.
“Thank fuck, finally,” she says, bouncing up and down excitedly.
“Evan, your sister is the bomb. Have you seen her photos?” Axel proclaims as he walks in and stops abruptly, his eyes widening seeing Sienna and I in bed.
Fuck, seriously this can't be happening. I should be balls deep in Sienna – not having every man and his dog coming in, especially not one of my band mates – they don’t get to see her naked.
“Sienna, Sienna!” Derrick comes screaming around the corner almost running into Charlotte and Axel. “You dirty, little bitch. I thought I would find you here when your bed was empty again this morning.”