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

by JA Low

  Months ago when we were first sleeping together I made fun of American football, because as an Aussie it just isn’t right. I laugh remembering it.

  “I think I fell in love with you that day in Malibu, Sienna. Who am I kidding? I fell in love with you the moment Vanessa showed me your picture or maybe it was when I found you in your underwear in my bed.”

  Placing my hand on Evan’s chest, his chin rests on my head. “I can see Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners down around that huge dining table as well. Imagine a ten-foot-high Christmas tree in the front foyer, all decorated, with the kids presents wrapped and set underneath it.”

  I could, I could see it all, everything Evan is imagining. “I can’t wait.”

  45

  Evan

  It’s Sienna’s birthday today and I want to do something special for her. Last year her thirtieth birthday sucked when she found her ex-husband with another woman. This year I’m determined to give her the best birthday ever and hopefully erase last year’s tears. Life has been busy since we have been back in LA. Sienna launched her new business venture with Derrick. The steady stream of people walking through the boutique doors is testament to how awesome those two are. Having the boutique next door to the studio has been a dirty dream come true for me as well, especially since Sienna is hornier than ever with her pregnancy. When she gets into one of her moods she sends me a naughty text, sometimes it’s cleavage pictures, sometimes it’s a flirty emoji. When I receive one, I quickly excuse myself for a “coffee break” and find myself slinking through the back of our buildings like a certified creeper. Sienna’s office overlooks a garden courtyard and there is a little alley way between our two buildings which lets me creep through the back undetected and directly to her office door.

  My cock is so fucking hard by the time I get to her office that we are both ready to go. Sometimes I push her onto her desk sending mountains of paperwork flying all over the floor—I’m too desperate to care. Other times she sucks me off while kneeling under her desk like a naughty secretary. Derrick has walked in on that particular role play before, which was kind of embarrassing. It made Derrick’s day though, especially as he now knows what my orgasm face looks like and it was better than he ever imagined, he likes to tease. Sienna shooed him out of her office after that incident, we make sure the door is always locked now.

  Ignoring my daydream, as I have shit to do for this birthday party. Sienna is currently being distracted at the day spa with her girlfriends, including Derrick, who has handed over the organizing of tonight's party to Camryn, our wedding planner. It’s a test run for the wedding, Derrick explained as he skipped out the door to the spa. Not like I’m worried as she came highly recommended from Vanessa, they knew each other in London and also lived together when Vanessa moved to LA. Now she owns one of the largest event companies in New York, Starr and Skye events. I don’t care how the wedding looks as long as Sienna turns up on the day, says I do, and we consummate the marriage.

  Walking out into the back garden, having locked myself away in my man cave for most of the day, I’m in shock at what I see. It looks like a gold glitter ball has thrown up everywhere or an Oscar statue has been massacred on my back lawn. Everywhere I look is gold, gold, gold.

  “You look shocked.” Camryn, the event planner says, sneaking up behind me.

  “I just…” There are no words to describe what is going on before me. Workmen are scurrying around the back garden building things—I’m not sure what they are for. On the terrace, a long rectangular table has been set up with a gold sequin tablecloth draped over it. White bone china plates, gold cutlery, and crystal glasses line the table. Down the center are vases of white peonies with gold, glittered candles scattered between them. Looking up above the table, gold tulle has been hung from the outdoor beams, fairy lights are being woven between the material, and a large glass chandelier hangs above the table. This seems to be over kill on Derrick’s part, but I guess it looks nice.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Camryn says.

  I raise my eyebrow at her. I’m sure she doesn’t, which makes her laugh.

  “Just wait until it’s finished, it will look amazing and it will blow Sienna away, I promise,” she says confidently.

  My eyes fall onto the workmen running around stringing fairy lights amongst the branches of the trees, glass balls filled with tea lights, and gold glitter hanging unevenly from the branches. Large, oversized, white velvet sofas and arm chairs are scattered around the yard with gold coffee tables. Large vases of white peonies sit on top of them looking like some mad hatter’s tea party. I guess I am just going to have to wait to be convinced.

  I make my way down the stairs after getting suited up, as per Derrick’s dress code of cocktail attire.

  “What do you think now?” Camryn asks, as my eyes widen at all the work they have put in. Sienna is going to love it, it looks magical. The sun is starting to set and the thousands of fairy lights flicker in the ambient, late afternoon light. I hear the boys arriving, their thuds echoing through the house.

  “What the fuck?” Oscar says, looking around at all the gold shit decorating my backyard.

  “Dude, it’s called being pussy whipped.” Christian laughs as they enter my home.

  “Seriously, Chris, you want to go there about being pussy whipped?” I question him.

  “Don’t you remember organizing some over the top Marie Antoinette party for Vanessa’s thirtieth last year, just because it was her favorite movie,” Axel reminds his twin.

  “Fuck you, Axe, she’s my best friend,” Christian grumbles. “I look after all my friends like that. I seem to remember your Mexican thirtieth, Evan. Two gifts called Tiffany and Britney,” He says, honking pretend boobs in front of himself, reminding me of his gift.

  My body stilled, that’s right that fucker gave me two very well endowed porn stars for the weekend and it was fucking hot. But that shit is in the past, it doesn’t matter what amazing skills those twins possessed. I flip him the bird.

  “Chris, you don’t bring up that shit in his home at his fiancée’s birthday party. Low blow, bro.” Axel punches his twin in the arm.

  “If Sienna hears that shit, especially with her hormones, you can deal with her wrath,” I add... A pissed off, pregnant lady is a scary thing and I will happily unleash her onto Christian.

  “Sorry, man.” Christian holds his hands up in self-defense.

  We walk around the backyard, shit talking to each other waiting for more guests to arrive.

  “We are here,” Johnny, from Sons of Brooklyn, calls out.

  The boys come over and shake everyone's hands. Things are still tense between Blake and I, especially with the closeness he has with Charlotte. I don’t like it one bit. I know he’s going to break her heart.

  “There is no way in hell, I would be giving up all that free pussy for one bird,” Tyler adds.

  He gets a quick slap behind the ears from Oscar. “Show some respect, boy, remember where you are,” He warns.

  Tyler apologizes and slinks off to find a beer.

  “Can’t believe the mighty playboy, Evan Wyld, is getting married and having a baby,” Blake says, shaking his head as he takes a sip of his beer, joining our conversation.

  My eyes narrow, Blake is a cocky son of a bitch, he may be talented as fuck but that doesn’t excuse his ego.

  “One day you will meet someone that blows your mind.” And it better not be Charlotte, I fume internally.

  “Blowing my mind isn’t what I’m looking for. Blowing me is exactly what I’m looking for,” Johnny adds, thinking he is hilarious.

  I glare at him, making him step back a little.

  “This is all new to you. You don’t understand what being on the road is like, year after year. The endless groupies, the paparazzi, the constant attention which is good and bad, then coming home and having no one to share it with.”

  The party grows quiet at my speech.

  “Fuck love, it’s for fools,�
�� Blake blurts out, his aquamarine eyes burning with fire toward me.

  That fucker, I knew he would screw over my sister, I knew he was stringing her along and would break her heart. I take a step toward him. “What the fuck would you know about love? Every night you have a different woman in your bed.” I stare at him arching my brow, begging him to deny it. I know it’s true, he is me when I was younger, enjoying the success and everything that came with it.

  “Just like you?” Blake questions back, puffing out his chest looking for a fight.

  The tension between us was rippling.

  I feel a hand on my arm, trying to calm me down but it’s not working, shaking it off I continue to glare at Blake, taking a couple of steps toward him. “I have a problem when some punk is screwing around on my sister.” I poke him in the chest getting my point across.

  “I’m sure you have screwed around with plenty of guys’ sisters and didn’t give a fuck,” Blake pushes back.

  My hands ball into fists.

  “Back off man,” Chance says, grabbing his band mate.

  Blake shakes him off. “I’m sick of him having a problem with me.” Blake stands up to his full height which brings him eye level to me.

  “I am sick of repeating myself to you, Evan. Charlotte and I are just friends so back off with the older brother bullshit, okay?” Blake pushes me in the chest with his hands.

  “Good, because she deserves someone better than you, someone who can keep his dick in his pants.”

  Blake glares at me. “I know I’m not good enough for her, I don’t need you to remind me all the time.”

  “Damn right you’re not good enough for her,” I shout back.

  “Yet I was good enough for your fiancée,” he spits, throwing the drunken kiss with Sienna in my face. I see red.

  “What the fuck did you say?” I grab him by the collar, I can hear my friends around me calling my name but it’s all white noise to me.

  “You’re jealous because I had Sienna first, and Charlotte is just an excuse to hate on me.” Blake smirks.

  My hands curl tighter around his shirt. “Stand the fuck down little boy or I’ll make you.” There must be steam coming from my ears.

  “You can't stand the fact that your hot fiancée’s lips were on mine. That her tongue was down my throat, her hot pussy grinding on my dick, that she wanted me before she ever wanted you.”

  I launch myself at Blake, tackling him to the ground.

  “You fucker,” I scream, as my fists pummel into him.

  “Fuck you!” Blake yells back, as his fists hit my balls, making me see stars.

  “Evan!” I hear a female scream.

  Blake and I stop hitting each other, our labored breaths filling the empty, silent void between us. Shit was that, Sienna? I turn my head, I can see her jade green eyes glistening with unshed tears, a look of absolute disappointment on her face. But fuck she looks like a vision dressed in a gorgeous, gold sequinned evening dress with a V neck dipping low, showing off her incredible cleavage.

  “Evan, what the hell are you doing?” Charlotte asks. She too is looking at me with disappointment.

  Blake and I jump up, dusting ourselves off. We are both going to have black eyes in the morning.

  “Are you okay?” Charlotte asks Blake.

  “Yeah, we’re all good,” Blake replies through gritted teeth.

  “What the hell were you doing, Evan?” Charlotte yells at me.

  Sienna is standing before me looking like an angel as she brushes the grass off my lapels. I stay silent, ignoring Charlotte’s question.

  “Seriously, what the hell happened here?” This time it is Sienna asking.

  Blake and I look at each other guiltily but neither one of us say a thing.

  “Evan punched Blake because he brought up that you two had hooked up before,” Christian says.

  I can hear the rest of the party gasp at his confession, can that fucker not keep his mouth shut. Blake and I glare at him.

  “What did you say?” Charlotte questions Christian.

  Thankfully he shuts up when he realizes he has put his foot in it.

  “Evan, what is he talking about? Blake and Sienna?” Charlotte’s looking confused.

  “Charlotte.” Sienna takes a step toward my sister. “When I arrived in LA, Vanessa threw me a welcome party, things got a little crazy. I had just seen Evan getting a blow job in the bushes.”

  “What?”

  “Seriously?” Christian asks me.

  I wasn’t proud of that night.

  Sienna continues, “I was drunk and we kissed, but that was all,” she quickly adds.

  Charlotte looks shocked, her mouth is hanging open as her eyes bounce between us all. “I’m sorry. I need a moment.”

  “Babe,” Blake reaches out for her arm.

  “Don’t, Blake, I just…don’t.” Snatching her arm away from him she turns on her heels and walks back into the house.

  “I’ll go after her.” Isla vanishes after my sister.

  “Fuck.” Blake roars, raking his hands through his black hair.

  Sienna slaps him across the face. “How fucking dare you bring that up, in my home, to my fiancé, to your boss, to Charlotte.” Sienna is seething.

  Blake is in shock and so is everyone else.

  I may also be a little bit turned on right now.

  “I’m sorry, Sienna, I just…” Blake stammers.

  “Bullshit. I know Evan was probably giving you a hard time about his sister but he is just a big brother looking out for her. I’m sure you like Charlotte a lot and I know she likes you but how dare you throw something that was such a stupid, drunken mistake in both of their faces like that.”

  Blake’s head drops down, his shoulders slump, he knows Sienna is right.

  “Now tell me this won’t happen again and I will forget about it, okay?” Sienna asks Blake.

  Blake’s aquamarine eyes look up at Sienna. “I promise. I’m so sorry, to you and to Evan.” He looks at me, it seems sincere.

  “Now, Evan, you promised me you were going to drop this over protective brother bullshit. You realize that Blake and Charlotte are just friends and she’s not 16 anymore.” Now it was my turn to hang my head in shame while my furious fiancée wags her finger at me.

  “But, babe…” I start to argue; she cuts me short.

  “No, but babe nothing, this ends now, you two have to work together.” She’s right, I hold out my hand to Blake who looks at it stunned, then he finally takes it.

  “Thank fuck, now can we start this party that I painstakingly put together,” Derrick demands, breaking up the tension. “This was not part of the entertainment package I booked. I swear I chose naked rock stars rolling around in jelly, not this fully clothed crap,” he continues, waving his hands at Blake and I. “Hello, where’s our drinks,” Derrick claps to the wait staff that have been standing around in stunned silence. “And if I catch this little rough and tumble on TMZ, I am going to hunt down every last one of you motherfuckers and make your lives hell.” Derrick points at the bewildered staff.

  Later that night I find Charlotte sitting alone, looking up at the stars in the back garden.

  “Hey.” I greet, making her jump.

  “Hey,” she replies, continuing to gaze into the darkness.

  “I’m sorry about the whole Blake thing.” I take a seat beside her on the bench.

  “I think you should be apologizing to your fiancée for messing up her birthday.”

  “Don’t worry I will,” I tell her, bumping her shoulder.

  She turns and rolls her eyes at me.

  “Char what’s the matter?” I ask, wondering why she is so sad.

  “Nothing.” She kicks her feet in the dirt.

  “Really?” I question, giving her the big brother voice.

  “Fine, it weirded me out hearing that Sienna and Blake have been together. My future sister-in-law and I have kissed the same guy.” My fists clench hearing Charlotte talk about Sienna and
Blake. I never, ever want to relive that night. I can still see it clear as day and it eats me up, but hearing that Charlotte and Blake have kissed is making my blood boil. But I count to ten before I say anything.

  “Charlotte, it really wasn’t a big deal, it lasted maybe two minutes if that, plus Sienna said there was no spark.” This was such a weird conversation to have.

  “Really?” Was Charlotte worried that Sienna and Blake had feelings for each other?

  “They were both drunk and she was pissed at me.”

  Charlotte raises her eyebrow at me.

  “The night before I found Sienna in my bed, by mistake, she got the rooms mixed up. Things heated up between us that night. Afterward I decided to keep my distance from her. She was so beautiful and had just come out of a marriage, it was her first day in LA for God’s sake. So I tried to put her out of my mind, tried to forget about her because I believed I wasn’t the man for her, Charlotte. So I did what the old Evan always did at parties, found a willing groupie, and you know…” I didn’t need to finish that sentence.

  “Eww you are so gross,” Charlotte groans, scrunching up her nose.

  “So I guess she was feeling hurt and Blake...well you know.”

  “A man whore,” she answers.

  “Yeah, but he never once tried it on again after that night, okay?” I try to get across to her.

  “Yeah, I know, Blake said that too.”

  “So you like him, hey?” Please say no, please say no.

  “He’s different when he isn’t around the others. We have fun together, we talk, we hang out, he has a lot happening in his life, his family life is…” Charlotte pauses mulling over her words. “I can’t tell you more as he told me things in confidence but his home life wasn't as amazing as ours was, so even if there was a chance of more happening between us, now isn’t the time and we are both happy with that.”

  Count to ten, Evan, count to ten. “But you’ve kissed him?”