by JA Low
I can see the blush across her cheeks. “Yeah, a couple of times, but I can’t date him, Evan. How could I ever trust him on tour? How could I ever deal with all those groupies? The paparazzi, the stories. Don’t forget, I watched your career all my life and what they did to you.”
My stomach sinks, I forget that she was so young when I started to rise to fame and the craziness of the paparazzi and the media reports.
“I’m sorry, Char,” I apologize, grabbing her hand in mine.
“Evan, it’s fine, we’re fine, I love you. Just please stop being so protective, I’m not a little girl anymore.”
Looking at the beautiful, young woman staring back at me, she was right. “Okay, Charlotte, I promise no more harassing Blake, what happens between the two of you is your business. But if he breaks your heart can I punch him again?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Okay, that seems fair but if he did break my heart I’m pretty sure I will have punched him first.” She continues to laugh.
That’s my girl. I give her a high five. “Now come on, Derrick has organized some big surprise.”
“Ladies and Gentleman,” Derrick calls out as if he’s the ringmaster. “The cake!” Two burly waiters walk out holding a four tiered gold cake, everyone gasps at it. They place it down in front of Sienna, whose eyes have grown wide. “Happy birthday, babe,” I say, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Sienna,” Derrick sings, and she gives him a smile. We all start singing happy birthday to her as she blows out the candles. Then a loud boom fills the night air. Fireworks start blasting into the sky, pink and gold light. It is magical; Derrick looks like a smug bastard watching everyone in awe at the light show. Sienna turns, grabbing my face, giving me a kiss so deep that I feel it down to my toes then back up to my dick. “Love you, Evan Wyld.” She smiles, then cuddles into my arms, watching the display.
46
Sienna
“Seriously why the hell am I doing this?” Evan moans, while we get ready in our bedroom.
“Because the huge amount of money they are giving us to do this is going to help so many sick kids. Think of the sick kids, Evan,” I reply, pulling the fluffy, white robe around myself.
“Fine, you’re right we are doing it for the kids but still…I hate this kind of stuff,” he whines, wrapping himself in his robe as well.
“I know, babe, but we will also be helping Charlotte and Derrick, these photos will be seen everywhere. Don’t you feel good helping them too?” I drape my arms around his neck, pulling him close giving him a quick kiss.
“Fine, but you owe me, baby.” I see the mischievous look in his eyes.
“Really?” I question, because it’s not like he isn’t getting lucky every night.
“Yep, and you know what I want?” His tongue licks a path along my ear, goosebumps prickle my skin.
“Hmm, I think I can guess.” I feel him harden against me through his robe.
“I want you to do a nude photo shoot,” he whispers.
Stiffening, I take a step back out of his arms. “Nude shoot?”
“I want you to do one like Demi Moore, you’d look so fucking beautiful. Seeing you naked with your pregnant belly, fuck it’s hot. I want some special photos of you like that.” He looks serious.
“But I hate myself naked.” Like most women, watching your body change is hard.
Ripping the robe apart he exposes me in my underwear. “Sienna, look at you, you are so fucking beautiful.” Resting his hands on my belly, the baby chooses that moment to give him a kick. “Hey little buddy, I’m just trying to convince your mommy that she looks beautiful without her clothes on. Actually scratch that, you don’t need to know about naked mommy and daddy time,” Evan makes me laugh. “Please, darlin’, seeing you knocked up is the biggest turn on for me. Feel me.” Grabbing my hand, he shoves it under his robe. I can feel his hard length through his underwear. “Just thinking about knocking you up again makes me hard. I’m going to keep you knocked up forever. Because these tits of yours are fucking amazing.” He palms my ever expanding breasts. “I love them and they are all mine.” He smiles. I’m waiting for him to motorboat them like he usually does, but he refrains today.
“Well they will be Bean’s for a while,” I remind him.
“I don’t like sharing but I guess I have no choice, he better not destroy them,” he says, giving my nipples a tight squeeze.
Men and their possessiveness when it comes to boobs.
“Come on you two stop fucking like rabbits, she’s already knocked up, we have work to do,” Derrick declares as he waltzes into our bedroom.
“D, what have we talked about?” Evan scowls.
Derrick is already half way into the room. “Oh yeah, knock when the door is shut, closed is a no go.”
“Exactly.” Evan nods.
“But how the hell am I ever going to see you naked again if I knock?” Derrick laughs.
When Evan and I finally got together during Dirty Texas’ European tour we tried to keep it a secret but it didn’t stay a secret for long when Charlotte, Axel, and Derrick walked in on us naked. Evan had to jump out of the bed, covering himself, to get them all out, they were all in shock. Derrick got an eye full that day. He likes to high five me over it every so often.
“Come on we can’t keep everyone waiting.” I pull Evan along with me, shaking my head as I walk past Derrick.
“Please tell me he’s naked under that robe?” Derrick whispers, making me laugh.
After getting my make-up and hair done and Derrick finishes dressing us, we are ready for our photos.
“Hey guys,” Charlotte greets us looking very businesslike. “We will get some photos of you both sitting here in the living room, then maybe in the bedroom, out in the garden, and then some in the baby’s nursery.”
Derrick wanted me to be dressed up in evening wear as if I was some Hollywood housewife. I quickly vetoed that idea and went with simple black skinny jeans, a white tank to show off my little bump, a chunky necklace, spiky heels and my hair pulled up in a high ponytail. But I did relent with some cocktail dresses for later. Evan is in his trademark jeans, chucks and tight white T-shirt, his once shaved head growing out, so it’s styled a little messy today.
“I can see right down your top from here, your tits look good,” Evan whispers into my ear as we pose on the sofa for Charlotte.
My cheeks turn pink. “Would you stop it.” I dig my fingers into his thigh.
“I have to make it interesting somehow, darlin’.” He grins.
After the photo shoot we have an interview with the magazine. The journalist is a beautiful, stick figured young girl. Her eyes are all over Evan, she is flirting with him. The way she flicks her hair back, smiles and touches his arm as they are being introduced is infuriating. Keep your temper in check Sienna, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. His eyes dip ever so slightly at the young girl’s overexposed cleavage and I can feel the hormones kick in as I walk toward them. Back off bitch, that is my man.
“There she is,” Evan says, smiling and leaning in to give me a kiss on the lips. I take it a step further. I know he only meant it as a peck but I don’t like the way this young girl is looking at Evan and my hormones are going crazy. I need to mark my territory. If it wasn't weird I would pee on him. Finally, I let go of his lips, which are swollen after the lip fucking I gave him. I turn and give the reporter my fakest smile.
“It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Candi.” She is holding out her hand. Of course she has a porn star name, I take her hand and shake it, as we take a seat and start the interview. Half an hour later the interview is finally over and I’m about to blow my top. The bitch keeps bending over in front of Evan showing off her impressive boobs pretending to play with her iPhone which is recording us. Then she asks for a hug as she is leaving, lingering a little too long. She even asks for a photo with him and hands me her phone to take the picture. Wrapping her arm around his waist, pushing her boobs up against his arm, I made sure to cu
t her head out of it.
“Baby, I’m tired can you take me to bed,” I moan, hoping to get out of here before I lose it. I watch her looking at her phone, then realizing the crap picture I took. Well screw you bitch. You don’t get to flirt with my fiancé in my home, while I am pregnant and think I will allow a sexy selfie to happen, no fucking way.
“Of course, baby, want me to rub your feet?” He asks, wrapping his arms around me, pushing his chest against my back.
My eyes flick over to where the reporter is packing up loudly, I can see the evil look she is giving me. “Yeah, baby, but that’s not all I want you to rub,” I say loudly as I press my ass against him.
“Same here, darlin’.” Evan laughs forgetting about the people milling around our home.
“Oh Jesus, you two can’t wait five minutes to let everyone leave before you fuck each other’s brains out,” Derrick says loudly, packing up the accessories from the shoot.
Looking up I can see the reporter looking rather uncomfortable by Derrick’s remark.
“Please. Look at him, as if any woman wouldn't want to fuck him.” I give the reporter a wink as I grab Evan’s hand and start leading him toward the stairs.
“And Derrick, remember the rules, door closed, no go,” Evan calls out as he picks me up in his arms, taking the stairs two at a time.
We enter the bedroom. Evan is puffing from carrying his huge, pregnant fiancée all that way. He places me on the edge of the bed, takes a couple of steps back and starts to undress. “Fuck, baby, I’m hard as steel.” Lost in lust, he doesn’t realize I haven’t moved. He is now completely naked, his perfect cock standing to attention in front of me.
Then the tears start.
“Darlin’ what’s the matter?” He kneels in front of me.
“That reporter…wanted you,” I sniffle.
“Oh, baby, is that all,” he says, laughing at me.
I jump up pushing him out of the way. “Is that all? Is that all? I saw the way you looked at her, Evan. You were flirting back. Is that what you want? Do you miss your playboy days? Do you miss the days where you could sample all the young, fresh, non-fat women you wanted? Are you sick of looking at your old, fat fiancée?” I break down.
I can see the confusion on his face as he stands up and grabs me. “Sienna, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I saw you check her out, Evan,” I whisper, as the tears roll down my cheeks.
Evan’s thumbs swipe the tears away. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, my eyes glanced down just for a moment. They were kind of just there but when I saw them you know what I thought?”
“Wow, those tits look nice and perky,” I whine.
Evan laughs. “No, baby, I was thinking how your tits were so much better than hers, and then I started thinking about how soft your nipples feel in my mouth. Then I remembered how sensitive your nipples are and how I can drive you fucking crazy by sucking on them. How I can make you come real quick with a couple of hard sucks. I had to think about stomping on cute, little, fluffy, white kittens because I was getting a hard on in the middle of an interview.”
I burst out laughing. “Stomping cute, fluffy, white kittens?”
“Yeah, babe, it took me a long time because my brain kept turning the kittens back into your boobs and my dick was super confused.”
Fuck, this man makes me smile. “I’m sorry for freaking out like that.”
Evan wraps his arms around my waist. “I thought your little display down stairs was hot. I could tell you were staking your claim and I liked it.”
The man knows me so well. We rub our noses together.
“Just know that you can talk to me about anything, okay?” He presses his forehead against mine. “We are a team.”
I smile and the butterflies seem to have disappeared.
“So, baby, are you going to let me worship these tits now? I want to show you how much I love them, I mean you.” Nuzzling my neck, his fingers start to unzip my dress. Slowly he lets the dress fall to the floor where it pools around my bare feet.
“Show me what you got, Evan.”
47
Evan
Sienna’s been so stressed lately. Not just with the business or the baby but with the house as well. The girls tell me she's nesting, and needs to have the house just right... I kind of thought the house looked alright when I paid a lot of money to get it decorated by a team of professionals, but apparently I was mistaken. I haven’t helped Sienna’s stress levels either lately, I stupidly suggested that we host Thanksgiving this year in our new home instead of traveling to Texas, much to Mom’s annoyance. I’m flying my parents out from Texas instead and my brother, Jake, is flying in from Tahiti so we can celebrate as a family. I kind of need to introduce my fiancée/baby momma to them before we get married.
Sienna’s never celebrated Thanksgiving before and I really want to show her how great it is. I’ve organized a true Southern Thanksgiving, the whole works just the way I remember it growing up, a tradition I want to continue when Bean comes along. Sienna is fine with hosting Thanksgiving especially when I told her I would hire a catering company to prepare the meal. I didn't want her running around—her feet swell if she has been on them too long—also I didn’t want Mom to be stuck in the kitchen like she is every year, I want them all to get to know each other. But now things have kind of expanded, and I’m not just talking about Sienna’s belly. I kind of invited the rest of the boys to join us as well. It’s not my fault we are really busy and they can’t get back to Texas to see their families for the holidays. It makes sense that they celebrate at my house with my family. We all grew up together, they are like my brothers, it wouldn't be the same without them. Vanessa, Derrick, and Stacey are going to be here anyway. What are a couple more seats in our ten thousand square foot home?
Except now those couple of extra seats have blown out to a couple more extra seats. Axel and Christian’s parents caught up with mine—all our parents are close—and told them about visiting us in LA for Thanksgiving. Next thing I know Mom and Dad have invited Mr. and Mrs. Taylor with them. Mom was like, “You have all those extra seats on the plane might as well fill them.” So now they have been filled because they have also invited Oscar and Finn’s parents, which is fine because the guys get to be with their families now, plus we can show them around Dirty Texas Records. We may be fully grown men but deep down we are Momma’s boys.
Sienna has also added some extra’s to the day. Yvette is flying in from Paris for a wedding dress fitting and is bringing Sebastien with her. Apparently he has a meeting to attend to in LA. Sienna was worried about what I would say to Sebastien coming, but honestly I don’t care. What she doesn’t know is Sebastien and I chatted in the hospital while she was getting better, he’s a cool guy. Look, we’re not going to be best friends or anything but I know he’s not interested in Sienna other than friendship, so I’m cool.
Not sure what is happening but our Thanksgiving seems to be growing by the day. Finn informed us the other day during our morning meeting that his brothers are all in town for the first time in years and seeing as his parents are flying in he really wanted to invite them to my place. How the hell can I say no to him? Especially for the service his brothers have provided to our country. His oldest brother, Hudson, has been in the Middle East working as a war correspondent and photojournalist. He’s been in and out of war zones for the past ten years. His younger brother, Jackson, just got out of the Marines due to an injury he sustained in Afghanistan and the youngest, Parker, has been flying around the world modeling. He is usually chilling in Miami full-time but happened to be on the West Coast for work during the holidays. It’s the first time the Connolly boys have been together since, I think they were teens, so it’s kind of special for his family and isn’t that what the holiday is about?
Do you think we could possibly fit any more people in our home for the holiday? Charlotte’s invited the Sons of Brooklyn boys to Thanksgiving dinner with Sienna’s permission. Yeah, I so was
not happy about that but Sienna declared that I needed to suck it up. They have a concert the night before so can’t go back home to New York to visit their family for the holidays. We start working on their next album at Dirty Texas studios straight away, time is tight. So what began as an intimate family dinner has now turned into a circus with an extended and dysfunctional family.
The food and decorating is covered. The next thing on my Thanksgiving list is one big ass TV for my man cave. My excuse to buy this dream TV is the Thanksgiving game. Sienna doesn’t understand the deep held tradition that is this game. She thinks our football is stupid, it’s a debate we still have after all these months together. It’s a big deal to my family as we are huge Houston Texan supporters and so is the rest of the band and their families, but seeing as they are not playing we are rooting for the Dallas Cowboys. I remember watching the Dallas games every year cheering them on with Dad and my brother, until the Texans became a team and our allegiance transferred to our hometown team. I want to share those memories with Bean.
Should be interesting as I know the Sons of Brooklyn boys are big Giants fans and they are playing as well, a bitter rivalry between the two teams. My man cave is tricked out and I can’t wait to use it with all my friends. There’s a pool table, pin ball machines, air hockey table, football table, theatre seating to match the monster TV, and pretty much every single gaming console you could buy. I’ve even added a wet bar. I’ve hung my JJ Watt and Tony Romo signed jerseys, some of my platinum records and photos with my musical heroes on the walls. I think the place is perfect.
Sienna has been pacing back and forth, she’s nervous as fuck meeting my parents for the first time, which is kind of crazy seeing as she is already knocked up and engaged to their son, it’s a done deal. “Babe, calm down they are going to love you.” I take her face in my palms making her look at me.