by JA Low
“Sweetheart, I know you and Derrick are a package deal, so if you are worried about me, don’t be.” The tension in my body disappears hearing him say he understands my need for another man. That he understands the bond Derrick and I share.
“I want to start up my business again, like D and I had in Sydney.” I share with Evan. It’s all I have been thinking about all night.
“Yeah, darlin’?” He responds, pulling me into his side.
“I want to use the profits from the sale of the Sydney boutique to start again in LA.” There it is, my dream, out in the open.
Evan’s blue eyes look down at me. “I think that sounds like a brilliant idea.”
I’m shocked. “You do?”
He chuckles. “I want you to be happy in LA and if that means starting a new business with Derrick then that is what we are going to do.” His lips touch my ear, sending goosebumps over my body.
“Fuck, I love you.” Tears glistening in my eyes, I wait until there is a break in the conversation. “Hey, D…” Might as well throw it out there, no interlude, straight to the point. “I was wondering if you wanted to go into business together.” He looks at me puzzled, the rest of the table falls silent.
“Really, you want to go into business with me?” His eyebrows rise, but I can tell by the smirk he is trying to keep hidden that he is so in but he’s dragging it out, for dramatics.
“Unless anyone knows a better stylist to work with?” I smile at him.
“Bitch, please. I am the only one that will put up with you. Plus, look at me, you know those LA women are going to want a piece of this ass, I’m good for business,” he chuckles. There’s my D, the arrogant asshole.
“So what do you say?” I hope that he really does want to do this.
Derrick gets up out of his chair and struts over to me. “Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?”
“I never want to get rid of you, D, you’re my family and family sticks together.” Looking up into his green eyes, he turns to my fiancé.
“Evan, will you be okay with me working with Sienna all the time? Because the last one wasn’t that happy about my presence.” Derrick crosses his arms over his broad chest defensively waiting for Evan to have a problem with it, just like Beau always did.
“Like Si said, you’re family. I know you two come as a package deal, of course I want you around.” Evan smiles genuinely at Derrick.
D visibly relaxes. “So if we are a package deal does that mean a threesome is on the cards?” Derrick wiggles his eyebrows at Evan, who looks panicked.
“Ignore him, babe. He’s joking.” I laugh, standing up to pull Derrick’s focus away from my fiancé. I place my hands on either side of his face, “You and me.”
He breaks out in a smile, “You and me.”
“Am I the only one waiting for them two to start making out,” Christian asks, making the whole room erupt into laughter. Evan gives him a death stare.
44
Sienna
“I wish you would tell me where we are going?” I pout as we drive through the Hollywood Hills in our new family SUV that Evan bought us the other day. Driving a Harley with a newborn was probably not going to work. We’ve been back from Paris for a month now and life has been very busy. Dirty Texas Records launched to huge fanfare. Sons of Brooklyn played their first concert under the Dirty Texas label and it was crazy; the fan girls were scary. Evan jokes they will be the next Dirty Texas, which I can easily see as they are super talented guys. I think deep down, Evan is a little jealous watching Sons of Brooklyn’s rise to fame just like Dirty Texas did all those years ago. The boys have been busy scouting new artists to sign to their label. Most nights Evan and the guys have been checking out dive bars and open mic nights across LA, searching for the newest star.
I don’t mind, I haven’t been sitting back waiting for my man to come home either. Derrick and I have been busy setting up our business. Thank God for my old assistant, Stacey, who we were able to convince to move halfway across the world to work with the two of us again. She was my right hand woman in Sydney, and we missed having her around. The three of us are back together again, it feels right. Stacey, bless her heart, looks after me at work, makes sure I am not overdoing it, makes sure I have eaten throughout the day, and that I sit down and rest. Maybe Evan’s spoken to her; I wouldn’t put it past him. It’s a fight we have had many times.
You’re overdoing it. He likes to yell.
I’m pregnant not an invalid. I usually hurl back.
It’s my baby too. Evans always responds with.
That gets to me because he’s right, but as if I am going to tell him that in the middle of a fight. It has to be hard for him to sit back and watch me grow this tiny human, our tiny human, and not be able to do anything about it. Watching my belly expand, hearing me moan that I have no energy and listening to me complain at the end of the day about how swollen my ankles are or watching me fall asleep at the drop of a hat—yeah, that must be hard on him too. But I am female and stubborn, you know all that I am woman hear me roar shit, I can still do everything even with a tiny human sucking up all my power. For thousands of years’ women have been having babies and working, so this one can too.
“Sweetheart, patience,” he says, taking my hand and kissing it. Smiling at me, he shows off those dimples that make my panties wet. Doesn’t take much to make my panties wet these days, pregnancy hormones have made me as horny as a college frat boy, jumping Evan every moment I can. At first Evan thought he had won the lottery with me jumping him as soon as he walked through the door at night. It didn’t really matter when it was, morning, afternoon, or the middle of the night waking up to find my mouth wrapped around his cock. But poor Mr. Rock Star needs his beauty sleep and just couldn't keep up with the work load. Never thought I would see the infamous playboy, Evan Wyld, beg to have one night off from sex. Of course I told the boys and he got shit from them for it. Christian sent him a case full of horny goat weed sexual supplements to help with his stamina, that didn’t go down so well. Actually, yeah it did because Evan had a point to prove which was usually up against a wall, on a couch, in the shower, in the car or against the kitchen bench. So I should really send Christian a thank you gift for that.
We’ve been looking for homes near Vanessa and Christian’s place in the Hollywood Hills since we got back and nothing seemed right. We wanted it to be away from the hustle and bustle of LA, maybe even have a little bit of land for Bean to play on but we also needed it to be close to West Hollywood near the Dirty Texas Records Studio and our boutique. We couldn’t believe our luck when the shop beside Evan’s work became available, Derrick and I took one look and knew it was perfect, it’s in a hipster neighborhood, next door to a major record label which is, and will be, full of celebrities. We are also tucked in amongst trendy cafes, bars and restaurants and it’s a favorite haunt for the paparazzi because of the celebrity crowd. We are hoping it pays off and they will see our little boutique and love it.
“Okay we are here.” Evan pulls me from my daydream. He’s typing in a code into the security system. We wait for the large, steel gates to peel back so we can enter. I’m not sure yet about the suburb, all the houses are surrounded by large gates blocking the homes from the street. I’m guessing it’s to keep prying eyes out, maybe? Finally, the gate opens and we drive up the steep driveway which is set amongst the rich, green yuccas and California palms with oversized terraced gardens, it has a cool desert vibe about it. We reach the top and are greeted by something straight out of Architectural Digest. A large glass house surrounded by stone, steel, and wood stands before us. It looks like it should be set against the stark tundra of the Scandinavian wilderness rather than the harsh heat of Los Angeles. I ask Evan where the agent is as I don’t see another car here.
“I wanted to show you the house myself.” We step out from our car, walking toward the large industrial door. Punching in another code, Evan swings the front door open for me.
“After you, milady.” He smiles, slapping my ass and making me yelp, as I pass him. I don’t have time to react to the slap as I am stunned speechless by what I see before me. I’ve walked a couple of steps inside and I’m already in love with it. Downstairs is an open floor plan, the living and dining merge with a large entertainer’s kitchen which has all the bells and whistles. A gorgeous wooden floor set against featured stone walls reduces the whiteness of the room. But what catches my attention is the whole side of the house is open. No barrier between nature and the home—it seamlessly interconnects with the garden, giving the home a feeling of openness. On the other side of the glass is a pool, completely inviting and indulgent. It looks like it just drops off over the cliff.
“There’s five bedrooms, five bathrooms, pool, separate pool house, gym, extensive gardens surrounding the house and toward the cliff edge, state of the art security systems, cellar, studio, city views, the most up to date technology throughout the house and it’s on a half-acre lot,” Evan spouts.
“Look at you, Mr. Real Estate man,” I counter, as I continue walking through the downstairs portion of the house. “You can talk house stats to me any day.”
Large arms surprise me, settling on my shoulders. “You like a bit of role play, don’t you, darlin’?” Evan nips my ear, sending shivers down my body to my sweet spot.
“Mr. Wyld, now is not the time to tease, don’t start something you know you can’t finish,” I remind him, pressing my ass against his crotch cheekily. It’s not like we can have a quickie during a house showing.
Evan walks us toward the dining room table. “Hands on the table, Sienna.”
“Evan!” The throbbing between my thighs intensifies. I look around the empty home, thinking someone might bust us at any moment. But no one is here.
“Don’t move, you hear me?” Nipping my neck, he kicks my legs out wider.
“But, Evan,” I start to protest. A rough hand wraps around the base of my skull, Evan’s hard body presses against my back. His other hand travels down the slopes of my body toward the hem of my dress. Fingers slowly travel between my thighs, teasing me, careful not to touch my underwear.
“Don’t tell me I am a tease when I have had to sit beside you wearing this dress. It has been showing off your incredible tits for the past half an hour…your pert little nipples pushing against the straining material. Do you have any idea what your tits do to me?” He growls as his palms find my breasts, heavy with desire, overly sensitive nipples chaffing against the lace of my bra. Slowly, one by one, Evan starts to undo my chambray shirt dress. With each pop of the button, I can feel the cool air touching my overheated skin.
“The car ride was excruciating,” he growls, pulling the dress from my body, letting it fall to the floor.
“Evan!” His lips kiss their way down my exposed spine, my body exploding with goosebumps at the touch of his lips. I am so turned on right now. “Baby, please,” I beg. His denim clad erection pushes against my ass, rubbing back and forth against my cotton underwear. The hardness of his jeans teasing against my soft skin, large palms tracing over my blossoming belly.
“I love your stomach, Sienna. I love that you are carrying my son in there.” He rubs it over and over. “Seeing you pregnant is so fucking hot, I never realized how hot it was until I saw you knocked up. I think I am going to keep you knocked up for the next couple of years. Okay!”
I, of course agree, because what he is doing is blowing my mind. One of his palms is holding my belly for support and the other has disappeared down my underwear and found my aching clit, ambidextrous fingers working it over and over. At this point I would agree to pretty much anything Evan desires, if he keeps doing what he is doing.
“I can’t wait to see little Bean and his future brothers and sisters running around this house,” Evan whispers, fingers dipping inside of me now, over and over again.
“Evan, don’t stop.” His other hand pinches a nipple, shooting hot sparks over my super sensitive body. It felt as if every nerve in my body was connected and they all lead to my throbbing clit.
“We will have our friends over for BBQ’s, for birthdays and for the football.” With each statement he pushes against me, punctuating it with his denim covered cock.
“Evan, I need you inside of me. Please,” I beg. I’m not too proud to beg, especially when his magic fingers are making my legs shake.
“Yeah, darlin’, you need my hard cock inside of your pussy. Do you need my metal hitting you in that spot? That place that makes you see stars. Do you need my bar rubbing that clit? Helping your pussy choke on my cock, the one that is so fucking hard all the time for you, Sienna?”
“Yes,” I scream, as my orgasm surprises me, listening to those dirty words, his fingers still playing with me as I spasm around them.
“Good girl.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
I whimper as he takes his fingers from my soaked underwear. I hear the metal sound as he unzips his jeans. “Jesus, baby, you are soaked,” he states, as he rubs the head of his cock against my wetness.
“Please, Evan, stop teasing me and fuck me,” I yell in frustration making him laugh.
“For you, anything, my sweetheart.” He plunges into me, making us both scream as he stretches me. The metal ring on the tip of his cock touching that magical place that no one has ever been able to reach before him. His pubic piercing teasing my sensitive clit, making it shudder in delight. Evan starts a steady rhythm, fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts into me. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Evan moans, fucking me harder, pushing himself in as deep as he can go, it's too much for me. I come again, my screams echoing through the empty house.
“That’s it, baby, but I’m not finished with you yet.” Picking me up, he stumbles backwards taking me with him until he drops onto the deep mocha sofa. “Ride me,” he commands. My hands fall forward onto the wooden coffee table holding me in place. Evan sits on the edge of the couch so I can ride him reverse cowgirl, one of my favorite positions. “Aww, that’s it, sweetheart,” Evan whimpers as I slowly impale myself again on him. His large palms holding me tight as I ride him. “That’s it, sweetheart, harder, harder,” he orders, as his own cadence increases, each time he commands me to fuck him harder he does the same to me. “Come on, baby, one more for me,” he growls, as his relentless rhythm takes over and I can feel myself plummeting into a heavenly orgasmic abyss with Evan not far behind me. Wow, that was crazy hot. We stop to catch our breaths for a moment. Evan hands me his shirt as I slowly slip off from him, cleaning myself up the best I can. I feel light headed after three amazing orgasms.
“Steady, darlin’.” He moves me back toward the sofa. Pulling the cashmere throw around me, he collects my dress from the floor, beside the dining room table.
“Fuck, Evan.” I smile satisfied, burrowing myself into his side.
“Now that’s how you fucking christen a house.”
“Yeah, shame it’s not ours,” I respond, loving the feeling of his warmth against me.
“Well actually it is.”
I sit up quickly. “What did you say?”
“I kind of bought the house.” He looks at me shrugging his shoulders, as if buying a house was an everyday thing.
“Seriously?” I’m not sure if he is joking?
“Yeah, babe, it’s ours as of 3:00 p.m. this afternoon, that’s where I’ve been all day finalizing the paperwork.”
I’m in shock. “What happens if I don't like it?”
“Real estate is a good investment; we can buy another.”
I look at him shaking my head. Has he gone crazy?
“Plus Vanessa, Stacey, and Derrick already told me you would love it.”
“What? Those bitches knew about this house and didn’t tell me?!”
“Hey, don’t be mad. I made them promise to keep my secret. Plus, they helped me decorate; everything you see here is ours.”
I look around the room and damn it, I fucking love it.
“Derrick k
new what you liked, he picked most of it, so if you hate it blame him.” Evan laughs.
“I can’t believe you bought this house,” I say in amazement, looking at everything again with fresh eyes.
“Do you like it?” Evan asks, seeming a little unsure of himself.
“Yes, I fucking love it.” Jumping into his lap, I give him a kiss. “Thank you so much for the house, for decorating it, for everything. I’m so lucky.” My lips meet his again as I show him exactly how much I love it.
“I’m glad, now how about you thank me some more in our bedroom, ‘cause I think that needs to be christened next.”
“Hell yeah.”
Evan carries me through the house, up the floating, wooden stairs, down a long hallway toward our bedroom. Reaching it, he kicks open the door.
“Oh my God, Evan this is beautiful,” I declare, as he places my feet on the wooden floor. The room is decorated in different shades of grey and white, the wall behind our king size bed looks like cement. I walk over and run my hands over the smooth surface. Large white pillows fill the oversized bed; I fall back onto it.
“Oh my God, this bed is amazing.” I roll over onto my side, it’s like a fluffy cloud has hugged me.
“Yeah, apparently it’s the best bed for pregnant women or some shit like that,” he says, raking his hand over his hair. Evan had decided to grow his hair out instead of shaving it, and it’s growing quickly. He of course, looks even hotter with his blond, wavy hair messily tousled. I pat the space beside me on the bed. He kicks off his chucks and joins me, wrapping his arms around me as we look out the large, glass window. The view stretches over the balcony, across the gardens and out to the skyscrapers of Los Angeles.
“Sienna, imagine us waking up in bed here every day, little Bean asleep in his crib, maybe a dog or a cat. Hell maybe even a kangaroo sitting on the floor beside us, stretched out enjoying the early morning sun. This, babe, this is what I saw when I walked through those doors. You puttering around the kitchen, Sunday football with the guys, teaching Bean the rules of real football,” he says, arching his brow at me.