The Dirty Texas Rockstar Box Set (Books 1 - 5)

by JA Low

  “You alright, Sienna?” Evan asks, holding my hand as we walk through the bustling corridors of the hospital.

  I stop walking, turn and hug him. I burst into tears as everything that I have been holding in over the past week comes out. Evan wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him. “Everything is going to be okay, Sienna. You and me, sweetheart, we are going to be okay.” I look at Evan through tear soaked lashes, his face telling me that he meant what he said, that we were going to be okay. In that moment, his lips touch mine in the briefest of kisses for the first time in more than two weeks.

  “So, dinner with Evan tonight?” Derrick asks, helping me pick out something to wear that I won't look fat in.

  “We have a lot to discuss,” I say, giving him a look as I flick through my clothes.

  “You know he’s going to plan something romantic for you,” Vanessa adds from her place on the bed.

  Evan did say it was a date.

  “The boy has been trying to get you to give him the time of day for the past week, he is not going to miss this opportunity to have you all alone,” Derrick states.

  “You’ve changed your tune,” I note, looking at Derrick.

  “Please, I have been ‘Team Wyld’ from day one. But I have been looking out for you,” he proclaims, putting his arm around me and pushing the black dress into my arms.

  “I still love him, even after everything. I want us to be a family. I want all the things he promised me in the hospital. Do you think he still wants that?” Worry settles into my stomach and I wonder if I had let my anger, hurt and stubbornness push him away.

  “That man still loves you, S. He’s just waiting for you to catch up to him,” Vanessa comments.

  41

  Evan

  My palms are sweating. I keep rubbing them against the smooth material of my tuxedo pants. Would Sienna stand me up? No, we had a lot to discuss, not just about the baby but about us as well. I wanted there to be us. She was running late; I had rented out the entire restaurant in the Eiffel Tower so we wouldn’t be disturbed. It was the same one we went to last time we were in Paris. I had to take a sip of my whisky to calm my nerves. Fuck it’s going to be okay, Evan.

  Finally, I hear the maître d’ talking to someone. As I turn, I see her walking toward me and my heart almost leaps out of my chest seeing her again. She's dressed in a tight black dress, the tiniest bit of roundness around her belly showing, with a deep V neckline. I could already tell her tits were beginning to grow. Stop looking at Sienna's tits, I scold myself. She gives me a smug smile when my focus turns to her face. “You take my breath away,” I tell her.

  Sienna smiles, but looks a little awkward standing in front of me.

  Was she just as nervous as I am? Hopefully, she is. Bending to kiss her cheeks, her scent tickling my nose was one of the things I missed the most. Fuck, how I have missed her.

  “It’s quiet tonight,” she adds, looking around us as she takes her seat.

  “That’s because I rented the whole restaurant for us,” I reply, as our waiter pours water into our glasses.

  Sienna looks a little shocked. “Really?”

  I nod to confirm it’s the truth. “We need to talk and I wanted no interruptions.”

  She smiles. “You look very handsome in your tux.”

  “This is an Evan Wyld date. A tux is essential.”

  Making her chuckle, she adds, “Well it’s working for you.” I watch her as her eyes roam over me again. Shit, my dick comes to life. Now is not the time, we don’t want to scare her off. The first course arrives, saving me from doing something stupid.

  “What did you think of the scan today?” Sienna asks.

  Putting my knife and fork down, I answer her with the truth. “It was incredible. I can’t believe that’s our baby in there.”

  “And are you happy it’s a boy?” she asks.

  “As long as it is healthy that’s all that matters. But a boy is kind of cool, I can teach him to play football, play the guitar, and Jake will want to teach him to surf.”

  “A girl can do all those things as well,” Sienna adds.

  “Of course, especially ours, next time.”

  Sienna looks at me in shock. My answer throwing her off, but it was the truth. I want more babies with her.

  “There won’t be a next time, we aren’t together, Evan,” Sienna responds, playing with her salad.

  Giving her a pointed look, I say, “Seriously, as if you are not going to want to jump this again?” I point to myself.

  Sienna laughs loudly.

  Oh, how I’ve missed that sound.

  “How did I forget how big your ego was?”

  “You know it’s not the only thing that’s big,” I remind her, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

  She shakes her head at me.

  “Let’s go for a walk. It’s a beautiful night,” I ask her, before standing and holding out my hand for her, she hesitates for a moment then places her hand on mine. That one touch felt like she had come home; this was where she was supposed to be, with me beside her holding her hand. Walking out into the warm summer evening, we quietly look out over the city. Leaning in, I whisper, “Last time we were here I ripped your panties off of your body and my fingers were making you scream.” Sienna’s body breaks out into tiny goosebumps across her skin. She’s a little excited.

  “Yeah, and the reason we are back here is because you left me,” she adds, as her green eyes sparkle.

  I feel like I have been sucker punched. “Seeing you with Beau, it broke my heart,” I confess, grabbing the edge of the railing for support.

  Sienna’s hand rests on my arm. “I’m sorry, Evan, if I could go back and change the choices I made that day I would. I saw how much I hurt you, it killed me.”

  I can hear the apology in her tone. Turning to face her, I take her face into my hands and ask, “Do I still have a chance, Sienna? Tell me, do we still have a chance?”

  She is silent for a moment and I swear I can hear my heart thundering out of my chest waiting for her to tell me what I want to hear.

  Tears fall from her beautiful eyes as she tells me. “I still love you, Evan.”

  That is all I need to hear. I take her lips with mine in a searing kiss. Finally, I have my woman back in my arms, this is where she belongs.

  “But, Evan,” she says, untangling herself from our embrace. “The way you treated me back in London – that can never happen again. You broke me, Evan. You ripped out my heart and stomped on it.”

  I fall to my knees and look up at her. “Sienna, I am so sorry for the way I reacted in London. I’m going to spend the rest of my life treating you right, making sure you know how much I love you,” I declare. I reach into my pocket, pull out a box and present it to her.

  Sienna is crying, not believing what she is seeing.

  “The moment I saw your picture you captivated me, it took my head a while to catch up with my heart. It knew you were my other half the moment it saw you. I want us to be a family Sienna, you, me and Bean. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. I promise that I will try and give you the life you deserve; I promise to be the best damn husband in the world for you. I promise to rock your world with my wonder dick every damn day.”

  That makes her laugh.

  “But most importantly, I promise to love, honor and cherish you until the day that I die. So how about it, want to be my wife?”

  I open the box showing her the vintage five carat Cartier diamond ring.

  “Evan,” she gasps, looking at the ring. It is a huge stone but I need the world to know she is mine. Pushing the ring onto her right finger, as her left was in a cast. I hope it is going to be a yes.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Sienna screams, pulling me up into her arms.

  Fuck, I feel like I just won the world series. Nothing can beat this feeling.

  “Evan,” Sienna whispers, while I am showering her with kisses. “Take me home, please,” she says, sounding desperate.

&
nbsp; “I guess you've missed me then?”

  “You have no idea how fucking horny pregnancy makes me.”

  “Seriously?”

  Sienna nods.

  Holy fuck, hell yeah. I take her hand and make our way to the nearest exit. I need to get Sienna home, and soon.

  “Evan, fuck, Evan,” Sienna screams my name, as my mouth captures a nipple.

  “They're so sensitive. Shit I think I'm going to come,” she screams again.

  I feel her body shudder from her climax, she wasn’t joking about the hormones.

  “I need to be inside of you, sweetheart. It’s been too long. I'm sick of jerking off in my hand. It is a poor substitute for your pussy.”

  “Seriously, Evan just do it,” she growls at me.

  Fuck, I love this woman and how impatient she is for my cock. I push her dress up over her hips and rip her panties off for old times’ sake. A couple of seconds later I am sinking deep into her, and fuck it feels good. “Sienna,” I moan, as her tight little channel wraps around me. “Baby, I have missed you so much,” I growl as I start to move inside of her, her fingers ripping open my dress shirt throwing it off of me.

  “Evan, stop,” she calls out, stopping me.

  “Shit is everything okay? The baby?”

  Shaking her head, her fingers touch my chest tracing the new ink. “You got the same tattoo as me,” she says, staring at it in bewilderment. The Arabic script across my heart – ‘What is coming is better than what is gone’.

  “Of course, sweetheart. You were what was coming and I was too stubborn to realize it.”

  “I love you, Evan,” she says, kissing me.

  “I love you too, Sienna,” I respond, looking at her, my heart bursting with love.

  “Now would you hurry up and fuck me,” she curses.

  With pleasure!

  42

  The END

  Continue on to Suddenly More

  Sienna and Evan’s Novella

  43

  Sienna

  “Congratulations.” The applause from our friends catches us off guard. The gang wanted to throw us a mini engagement party after hearing our news this morning. They set up our penthouse suite for an intimate celebratory dinner. The view from our room is unbelievable, looking out over the Parisian skyline, the Eiffel Tower standing tall and magnificent in the background, lights twinkling in the night sky like diamonds. I can’t believe Evan proposed last night while we were at the top of the tower. He had rented out the entire Michelin starred restaurant just for us. Seeing him standing there dressed in a tuxedo made my mouth water, my heart thump and my body hum. Vanessa and Derrick warned me that Evan had a romantic night planned, that he was trying to woo me back after our misunderstanding in London. I hadn’t realized how much he was trying until then.

  But last night, all my doubts, all my insecurities vanished and all I could see was him, Evan Wyld, the man that captured my heart, not the one that broke it. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, the father of Bean. An enticing future mapped out before us and I wanted it all. When he surprised me with a proposal on top of one of the most romantic places in the world, how could I say no. How could I ever deny myself the happiness that we were meant to have together? Him kneeling before me, his ocean blue eyes shimmering with love, lust and vulnerability, waiting for my answer. All the bullshit that had happened over the last month evaporated and all I saw was Evan and our future.

  “Let me see the ring,” Derrick squeals, grabbing my hand. “Holy shit, Evan! Are you a fucking miner?”

  Evan looks at Derrick bewildered.

  “Because you just dug up a goddamn boulder. He needed to give you a big rock after the shit he pulled,” he went on, giving Evan a stern look.

  I know Derrick is being protective of me, but all that is in the past, plus it wasn’t all Evan’s fault. I shoulder some of the blame at what happened between us.

  “I know, D, and I promise to make it up to her every damn day of her life.” Evan pulls me into his side, placing a comforting kiss in my hair.

  “Good. I know you love her, Evan, but I never, ever want to see her the way she was after you left. Ever again.” Derrick looks at Evan seriously.

  Fuck, I love D with all my heart but he needs to pull back on the over protectiveness. “D,” I start, putting my hand on his chest, “Evan and I are good. Okay? No more talk about the past, we are here to celebrate our future,” I state in hope of changing the subject.

  “I’m sorry, don’t forget I was there when you found out about Beau. I was there when Evan threw you out of the hotel room, breaking your heart, and I was the one that got the call about your accident. So I’m not sorry that I love the ever loving shit out of you, okay.” Tears start to run down Derrick’s face.

  I rush toward Derrick and wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you, D,” I whisper into his ear while holding him tight. We stay like that for a moment, the room becoming silent, everyone watching us.

  Derrick eventually pulls away from me, wiping the tears from his cheeks, and hands me to Evan. “I’m trusting you with my girl because I know you will protect her as fiercely as I will.”

  Evan nods in understanding, the room’s tension sags in relief.

  “Now let’s celebrate,” Derrick yells, quickly changing the tone of the evening.

  I look at Evan, who’s looking a little shocked but is smiling. “I think D just gave you away—to me. That’s kind of huge, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, I think he did.”

  “Fuck, I love you.” He captures my mouth in a slow, soft kiss which quickly intensifies, my body purring with desire.

  “For fuck’s sake, put that shit away,” Christian grumbles.

  His comment makes us pull apart. My lips are swollen, my face is flushed - I don’t care, I’m so deliriously happy. The night continues on in merriment, the most amazing feast is set out before us. Our friends all huddled around the table, Christian, Vanessa, Charlotte, Derrick, Yvette, Blake and Chance, to celebrate with us.

  “So, D, what are your plans now that Evan is whisking Sienna back to LA?” Christian asks.

  I’ve been so caught up in my own happiness that I’ve forgotten where this leaves him, my partner in crime. The tour is over so our contract is up. He’s free to do anything he wants. Shit, what if he wants to go back to Australia? No, he needs to be with me! Bean needs to grow up with his crazy Uncle Derrick around—Australia is too far for that.

  “Not sure, I guess I could stay here in Paris. I mean it is the capital of the fashion world, so I’m sure my styling skills could be of use here.” He shrugs, taking a sip of his champagne.

  “I could use your help,” Yvette says, smiling at him.

  No, no, no, I scream inside my head. I don’t want to share Derrick. But your life is changing Sienna, which means your relationship with Derrick will change. Is it unfair of me to want him by my side? Is it unfair to Evan to continue my close relationship with Derrick? I know Beau hated how close we were. Does that mean Evan will be like that too?

  Evan grasps my hand under the table, giving it a squeeze.

  “I’m sure Dirty Texas Records could use a stylist on their team,” Evan adds, nonchalantly.

  I look at this man, stunned. Did he read where my thoughts were going? Does he realize how much I need Derrick in my life? My eyes fall on D; he looks a little shocked by Evan’s statement.

  “You could freelance, maybe start up your own business again in LA. Isn’t it your holy grail of all things styling with all those celebrities running around?” Vanessa adds.

  Derrick is silent but I can see the wheels turning in his head.

  “Man, that would awesome. I’d miss my workout partner if you left,” Christian slaps him on the back. Those two connected instantly. Maybe it’s their laid back style, their over the top personalities, or just some cosmic connection that doesn’t need any real reason other than they just fit.

  “Of course, all my life decisions are ba
sed around your workout schedule, Christian,” Derrick laughs. “I’m not sure what I want, or where I want to go,” he adds quietly.

  This is the first time I’ve seen Derrick a little lost. My eyes fall on Chance. Is Derrick hesitant because of Chance? I know they have hooked up before and Derrick likes him, plus Chance flew halfway across the world to be by his side when he needed him. But that doesn’t mean he wants anything more with D, does it? Chance’s blue-green eyes never leave Derrick’s all night. I noticed the way they would catch glances at each other when they thought no one was watching. Something is brewing there. He’s younger than Derrick, by a couple of years and he’s totally D’s type. Hot, great body, charisma, all the things Derrick goes for, except for one thing. The boy is in the closet and Derrick, no matter what his feelings are for the guy, never wants to go back to being in the closet again, especially after everything he had to go through to get to where he is comfortable within himself.

  “D, if you worked for Dirty Texas Records we could work together,” Charlotte smiles excitedly at him.

  Derrick nods and agrees with Charlotte, telling her it would be awesome, he jokes about undressing all the hot rock stars, making everyone laugh. His eyes fall on me, obviously waiting to hear what I have to say. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, then the conversation turns in another direction and the moment is lost. I feel it deep inside of me, Derrick is waiting to hear what I want him to do. He is waiting for me to tell him that I can’t live without him and that he needs to come to LA. Stupidly, I miss my chance to say anything, damn it.

  “Are you alright, sweetheart?” Evan whispers in my ear.

  I am silent for a moment, the sounds of our friends talking around us. “I don’t want Derrick to go back to Australia, Evan,” I murmur, hoping no one will interrupt our private conversation.