by JA Low
“Also, sweetheart, we have put a list of room numbers for everyone if you need to call one of them, it’s by the phone. And the spa is on standby if you want a massage or they can come to the room,” Mum adds.
“In the fridge is a couple of platters of food for you both if you’re hungry,” Dad suggests.
Evan and I nod listening to their instructions, then they were gone.
“I can’t believe we are here,” Evan says as he smiles and pulls me back into his arms.
“I know; it feels so good to be home.” I relax into him.
“You look tired, sweetheart, I think you should lie down,” he says with concern, kissing my neck.
“Oh, really?” I question, raising my eyebrow. “You just want to get me into bed Mr. Wyld. I know men like you.”
Evan lets out a growl. “You better not know men like that.”
“None that are as good as you,” I giggle, loving how jealous he is acting.
“That’s right, darlin’, no other man compares to me.” His lips suck on my neck sending little shocks of electricity over my body.
“You have a mighty big ego there rock star,” I groan as he nibbles down my neck.
“Darlin’ you know that’s not the only thing that’s big on me,” he chuckles.
“Like I haven’t heard that line before.” Oh shit, his fingers find my sensitive nipples.
“Am I becoming predictable Ms. Hayes?” He moves behind me, pressing his hard cock into my back.
“Maybe,” I say, goading him.
His hand pushes in-between my shoulder blades as he moves me toward the living room.
“Hands on the sofa, Ms. Hayes.”
As he stops in front of the large cream sofa, I automatically put my hands on the soft cotton. His hands slide down my spine, reaching the edge of my dress. Pushing the material up exposing my ass, I feel teeth biting into my heated skin.
“Ow,” I scream, surprised by his actions. Evan’s hand rubs the burning area of my ass. Fingers pull down the cotton underwear I have on. I step out of them as they hit the floor.
“I bet if I touch you now you’d be soaked,” Evan mummers behind me.
I feel fingers graze the outside of my pussy.
“Fuck, Sienna you are,” he says in wonderment.
Damn pregnancy hormones making me so horny all the time. I hear the sound of Evan’s zipper.
“I never want us to be predictable,” he says, rubbing his cock against my wetness blissfully back and forth. He inches into me slowly, making sure I feel every last inch of him. Fuck, that’s so good. He starts thrusting into me but not as hard as he used to, being careful of my stomach. The bigger I have been getting the more creative we have had to be. His strong fingers dig into my hips as he slowly and methodically fucks me. The slow pace is no match against my pregnancy hormones, as soon as his fingers touch my clit I go off. The ferociousness of the orgasm surprising us both.
“Fuck, Sienna,” Evan moans as he pumps quicker into my body. His hands groping my breasts, fingers twisting my nipples, changing the angle he hits that bundle of nerves that makes me see stars. I can feel another orgasm starting. Evan keeps up the steady rhythm as my fingers dig into the cotton.
“Fuck.” We both scream as we come together, the second orgasm making me see white light.
“I love you, Sienna,” Evan declares as he slips out of me, cleaning me up with my discarded underwear. Finding it difficult to move, Evan sweeps me into his arms. “Shower then bed okay, babe.” I nod because I have nothing left in me after that.
Jet lag, orgasms, and baby equal exhaustion.
53
Evan
“Merry Christmas y’all,” I holler entering the large restaurant where all our family and friends are set up for Christmas lunch.
“Merry Christmas,” the room sings. Everyone is there, the boys and their families, Vanessa, her parents, my family, Derrick, Stacey and Camyrn.
“Merry Christmas darlin’,” Mom says, kissing my cheek.
Waking up to the sound of birds this morning was different, walking out onto the front deck and seeing blue sky on Christmas Day was weird. Usually there is some snow, but mostly it’s just freezing cold. But a hot Christmas is definitely going to take some getting used to. I think I kind of like it. Sienna was up early this morning with the baby making things uncomfortable for her, she spent the morning in the pool. Joining her when I woke up, it was a pretty good way to start Christmas, especially the blow job she gave me on the edge of the pool.
It’s weird looking at the fake Christmas tree standing in front of the large glass windows, the ocean a backdrop to what is essentially a winter tree. I have only ever had a real tree at Christmas time, the smell of the pine needles, usually some sort of mulled wine smell, coming from Mom’s kitchen but his year it smells like sunshine and coconuts. Sienna told me she only ever grew up with a fake tree, sometimes they would decorate a real tree in the yard somewhere. A ridiculous amount of presents sits underneath the fake tree. Looking around at the scene in front of me, everyone is happy, chatting away sitting on the sofas, drinks in hands. This is what Christmas is all about.
I walk out onto the deck taking in the magnificent view.
“Merry Christmas, man,” Christian slaps me on the back, handing me a beer.
“You too,” I smile looking at him. He is most definitely embracing the Australian theme wearing board shorts a collared polo and bare feet.
“Fuck, I love this place, it’s paradise like Adam and Eve shit. Did you know there’s a secret waterfall here?”
Shaking my head, I reply, “Sienna and I haven’t had time to explore yet, she’s been busy catching up with her parents.”
“Man you need to go check it out, it’s great for skinny dipping.”
“Dude seriously you better not be fucking any of the staff,” I whisper yell at him.
“Fuck, no way man, I’m not that stupid.” He looks at me shocked.
“Thank God, otherwise I’ll kick your ass.” Then who the fuck is he skinny dipping with? I watch his eyes as Vanessa and Sienna walk into the room.
“No way, you and Ness?” I whisper, making sure there is no one around who can hear us.
“Dude chill out, yes we are two friends just enjoying ourselves that’s all.” But his eyes tell another story completely.
“So you’re just having fun or is it something more serious?” I question, knowing full well that he’s hooked up with Ness before.
“Ness and I are friends who enjoy each other’s company, but we could never be more.” Christian sounds a little sad by that confession.
“Why not?” I ask, because I can see they have chemistry.
“Honestly?” He looks at me.
I nod urging him to continue.
“’Cause Ness doesn’t want it,” he states, taking a swig of his beer.
“But you want something more?”
Christian sighs heavily looking out toward the ocean.
“Oh man, I’m sorry.”
He takes a deep breath. “I love her, man, and not just because she’s my best friend. I think I love her more than friends but not quite, you know, getting down on one knee love, or maybe I am, I don’t know.”
Shit this is huge.
“I don’t have anyone else to talk to about this. All those other jackasses are still happy fucking groupies and enjoying the single life.” Christian stares at the bottle in his hand.
“I get it, I do, but sometimes you have to take a chance,” I encourage him.
“Yeah but she’s my best friend. I can’t lose her.” I can see the pain etched on his face.
“I understand, Chris but you know what, Sienna is my best friend not just my lover or fiancée or baby momma and that makes what we have so much stronger.”
Christian nods again and looks at Vanessa walking around talking to everyone.
“I’m worried that if I tell her that my feelings are changing that she’s not going to feel the same
and then I’ve lost the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
Fuck, I feel for the guy. “Yeah but it’s better than being in limbo, isn’t it?”
Christian shrugs, “Yeah I s’pose. Maybe I’ll wait ‘till I get back to the states. Our rooms are next door to each other. I’ll just see how this holiday plays out.”
“Well weddings tend to make the ladies frisky so maybe it might make her think about you in a different way.”
Giving me a half assed smile he says, “Yeah maybe.” We clink our drinks together.
“It’s present time,” Charlotte skips out calling us inside.
54
Sienna
Can’t believe the girls have organized a bridal/bachelorette/baby shower all wrapped into one for me. Mid-morning, we all jumped into the fleet of limousines that were waiting for us and headed toward a gorgeous beachfront home. Camryn was there waiting for us as we arrived, placing a frangipani crown a top of each of the female guests.
“Welcome, Sienna,” Camryn smiles as she ushers me toward the back of the house.
“Oh my goodness,” I gasp, looking at the set up before me.
“They asked for a tropical theme,” Camryn adds.
There was one long rectangle table, with pineapples, coconuts, frangipanis, hibiscus’ and palm leaves down the center of it. Raffia heart shaped fans with pink S & E embroidered on them, sat on the white plates. Multicolored paper lanterns hung from the trees that framed the backyard, large cane sofas set up along the cliff top that looks out over the beach to the ocean.
“What’s that tent for?” I question her, looking at the beach below us where a large tent stands with staff.
“That’s for the boys,” Camryn explains. “Evan is getting his bro-dal shower/bachelor party.”
I look at her funnily. “Well you have a bridal shower he has bro-dal shower." We all burst out laughing as the silliness of the name.
“Pretty much they are going to be drinking beer, talking about sports, probably reminisce about past conquests, maybe pay Evan out on being stuck with one woman for the rest of his life, all that crap,” Vanessa suggests.
“Yeah and Dad will probably want to impart some marriages tips,” Charlotte laughs.
“Don’t worry about them, Sienna, today is your day,” Derrick says, placing his arms around my shoulders. “Now sit biatch so we can fawn over you,” he demands, pushing me toward the large, cane peacock chair that has tropical flowers entwined around it like a throne.
“Excuse me, Sienna, this is Kyle Bryan and he’s from the magazine, here to take photos of today.” Charlotte introduces a tall, very good looking man with a camera wrapped around his neck.
“Hi, Ms. Hayes, thank you for letting me intrude on your special day.” He’s smiling with his hand held out. I take it and shake it. He is a friend of Charlotte’s and that was the only reason he is here because she trusts him. He’s also taking photos of the wedding for the same magazine for their spread about us. Evan and I agreed, after the many requests, for exclusive photos of our wedding from all these celebrity magazines. It was absurd that they wanted pictures of my day, but I suppose I am marrying one of the Dirty Texas guys and they do have a huge following. We knew the paparazzi were going to try and get photos of us, so by doing this we thought we could at least control the circus. Plus, when we saw how much money they were offering we realized that by saying yes we could help people less fortunate. We have already given a huge check to some smaller charities from the pregnancy and engagement photos.
“Just relax you won’t even notice I’m here,” Kyle says smiling.
“He’s cute,” Derrick whispers, as I take my seat.
“Behave,” I add. He gives me a shocked look as if he was all innocent. He can’t fool me. Everyone takes their seats around the beautiful table. Topless waiters in board shorts and six packs arrive and serve us pink lemonade cocktails in champagne glasses and piña colada’s served in coconuts, virgin ones for me.
“Let me guess, D, this was your idea?” I lean over to my best friend.
“Just because you’re getting married doesn’t mean you still can’t enjoy pretty things,” he says. “But yes, it was an excuse for me to get my perv on.” He laughs taking a sip from his coconut. The half-naked hunks serve us our lunch. It comes out on long platters filled with tiny canapés on them. Platter after platter fills the table. Everyone are laughing, having a great time, enjoying the Australian summer. Once lunch is over it’s time to open up the mountains of presents the ladies have bought for me. After that we will dig into the amazing looking dessert bar that I’ve been eyeing off all day.
We had asked our wedding guests that in lieu of presents we would like them to donate money to some of our favorite charities. So I’m guessing our guests are making up for lack of wedding presents now.
“This is all too much, everyone,” I say, eyeing off the beautiful wrapped gifts.
“We all wanted to give you something special,” Vanessa adds.
Feeling a little teary with happiness, I quickly distract myself and take the first present Charlotte hands me.
Once I am done opening my gifts, it’s time to open the gifts for baby Bean. With each exquisitely wrapped gift, I cry a little more. Seeing all these little things really hit’s home that I’m bringing a little person into the world. Bean’s been given Tiffany & Co baby rattles, a baby size Jacuzzi, diamond encrusted pacifier, mini guitar, bass, drum kit and microphone set, baby surfboard, handmade wooden rocking horse, a mini Ferrari and a mini motorbike and so much more. This baby is so spoilt!
“Thank you everyone,” I cry. “I can’t wait for Bean to use all of these gifts.”
Everyone claps and cheers, as the staff pack up my gifts and put them inside the house.
“Dessert time,” Derrick announces, and I can’t wait to dig in.
55
Evan
I’ve stayed away from Sienna all day giving her time with her friends and family. By the sounds coming from up on the cliff they all seem to be having a good time. I’ve spent the day with my boys on the beach in a luxurious tent. It’s no ordinary tent, firstly it has air conditioning, there’s also a big ass screen TV set up so we were able to catch up on the football games we’ve missed since being out here. There was also a portable bar set up with ice cold beer on tap, a private chef who cooked us a BBQ feast, that was amazing. I even tried Kangaroo for the first time. We’ve kite surfed across the beach, took some stand up paddle board’s out into the open ocean (we didn’t get eaten by sharks), we played some strange baseball kind of sport called beach cricket, which Australian’s seem to like to play. I could definitely get used to this life. It’s so different to what we have back in Los Angeles. As I laze on my beach chair, beer in my hand, watching the golden sun shimmer over the sapphire ocean, I realize it’s time for me to give Sienna her pre-wedding gift before it gets too late. She’ll be exhausted after such a big day. I know she’ll be ready to pass out soon. She’s not expecting anything and I know she’ll be a little peeved that I’ve gotten her something, but what can I say I’m a sucker for making her happy.
“I’m just going to go check on Sienna,” I say to the boys. They all roll their eyes at me.
“I’ll come with you,” Dad adds, and Christian joins us.
“You guys are so whipped,” Finn calls out.
We flip him off as we make our way across the sand. There’s a stone staircase that meets the beach, we follow it up as it brings us into the backyard of the cliff top house. I can hear women hollering and screaming and loud music playing.
“Y’all, maybe we should come back,” Dad stops dead. He turns around and starts to head back down the stairs again.
“Yeah, you can give Sienna her present later. We probably shouldn’t interrupt,” Christian nods as takes a couple of steps down the stone stairs.
I look at them confused. “Why?”
They both look at each other.
“Evan, can you hea
r that song?” Christian questions me. “They’re playing Ginuwine's Pony.” He pauses letting that nugget sink in. I don’t respond. “It’s every male stripper’s anthem. Have you not watched Magic Mike?” Chris asks.
Oh shit.
My feet take the rest of the stairs two at a time bringing me up to the backyard area. The outside terrace has been set up as a stage and currently there’s a sweaty, half naked man grinding himself on my pregnant fiancée. Another dancing in front of my mom and Sienna’s mom. Derrick is up there squealing, slapping the ass of another stripper. Vanessa, Charlotte, Isla and Stacey, her bridesmaids, are also getting in on the action.
“What the fuck y’all,” I yell, making the room turn quiet.
“Oh shit.” I hear Derrick groan.
“Mom, seriously?” I look at her with some dude’s crotch in her face.
“Oh hush, boy, I’m enjoying my first ever lap dance. Oh hi, sweetheart.” She waves to my Dad.
“Looks like you’re having fun, dear.” He smiles.
“Oh yes this young man can dance, you could learn some new moves from him.”
What the fuck is happening? My eyes bounce down the row of ladies and half naked men.
“Oh God not you too, Charlotte. Seriously I’m going to need therapy after witnessing this.” After seeing all the women in my family being assaulted by oily naked flesh.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I had no idea this was going to happen.” Sienna stands up, walking over to me.
Seeing Sienna with another man, granted her hands were covering her face, so I’m assuming she wasn’t really enjoying it. But that image of him grinding all over her is burnt into my mind and it’s driving me crazy. Dad puts a calming hand on my shoulder.
“They were just having fun, son.”