Suddenly Dirty (The Dirty Texas Series Book 1)

by JA Low

  She drops the lamp, that’s when I know she has recognized me, her eyes widen as she takes in my naked form, making my dick start to stand to attention.

  “Like what you see, sweetheart? Most women do.”

  Her eyes trail over me, I watch as her chest quickens, her cheeks blush, then she pinches herself.

  “You’re not dreaming, sweetheart,” I tell her, as I walk towards her. I need to get closer. My dick is as hard as steel and her eyes don’t move from it which makes it throb.

  “You’re naked.” She blurts out.

  “Looks like I am,” I reply, giving her a smirk. The way she is looking at me it’s as if she is two steps away from jumping into my arms and doing something she might regret or bolting out the door.

  “What are you doing in my room?” She asks.

  Pausing for a moment, I think to myself, how drunk did I get? Am I in the wrong place? No, all my stuff is in here; even my guitar is standing in the corner.

  “No, I’m sure this is my room, Sienna.”

  Now it’s her turn to look around the room; I can see the embarrassment all over her face as she realizes it’s she who is in the wrong room.

  “Oh, I … I,” she tries to recover, but stumbles over her words. Sienna takes a couple of steps back away from me, her back hitting the wall behind her.

  Fuck, I notice what she is wearing, which is fuck all. Dressed in nothing but a lace bra and panties; the bra barely covering her hard nipples. I can see every curve and dip of her body. I want to taste every inch of her glorious body.

  “You are a beautiful woman, Sienna.”

  Her teeth sink into her luscious lower lip; it takes everything not to do the same to her.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she adds quickly, making me chuckle.

  “What is that?” Sienna asks, her eyes focused on my cock.

  “That is my cock, a very hard cock.”

  Sienna rolls her eyes at me placing her hands on her hips. “I am well versed on cocks; I know what one is.”

  I like her sass, but next time she gives me some while my cock is out, her ass is going to be a lovely shade of pink.

  “But sweetheart, you haven’t seen mine before, look at it, IT.IS.PERFECTION.” Wrapping my hand around my throbbing cock, I stroke it back and forth hoping she will follow my lead.

  “Is that a ring?”

  Curious little one she was. “That, darlin’ is a Prince Albert piercing, I also have a pubic piercing at the base, ribbed for your pleasure.” I can see the heat in her eyes, she likes what she sees.

  “And women like that?” She asks.

  Usually, I don’t have this many questions when I am naked with a woman.

  “Yes, sweetheart they do. I made one woman faint after experiencing it.”

  It’s true, I made one groupie faint after experiencing my metal but it could have been the fact that she was a mega fan, so just being in my presence was enough to send her over the edge. Because she fainted when I first spoke to her at the meet and greet, but she quickly recovered after a couple of orgasms.

  A small smile ghosts her lips as she looks at my cock. Her hand twitches at the side as if she wants to reach out and touch it.

  “I can see it on your face; you want to feel it?” I continue to slide my hand back and forth over my cock hopefully encouraging her to do the same.

  Sienna pauses, I can see she is having an internal struggle, so I take the choice away from her grabbing her hand and placing it on my cock. Her tentative hand wraps itself around my length; her thumb skims over the metal ring.

  “You’re killing me, Sienna,” I whisper, resting my palms against the wall above her head, with each stroke of my shaft turning my legs into jelly. Sienna has found an excruciating rhythm and I can feel the tingles up my back. Our heavy breathing is filling up the quiet room; our eyes caught on each other as she gives me pleasure.

  Her hand is not enough, I need more. Pressing my lips against hers, tentatively I let my tongue lick the seam of her mouth, waiting and hoping that she will let me taste her. Sienna lets out a whimper and opens her mouth for me; before I know it we are devouring each other.

  My hand falls on her ass lifting her up, Sienna’s legs wrap around my waist, pushing my hardness against her. Nothing but a scrap of fabric separates us; it’s not enough. I need more and my body presses into her. Dragging my piercing against her wet center, back and forth, Sienna’s body responding to each stroke.

  “You like the way my cock is stroking against you, making you wetter? Because I do.”

  I need more as I nip my way down her soft skin, over her collar bone towards her tits. My nose pushes the lace away exposing her taut nipple. My tongue laves the puckered skin making Sienna moan as her head falls back against the wall. That’s it, sweetheart, you are mine. “Fuck, your tits are incredible” I palm the fullness of each breast, they fit perfectly in my hands. Sienna’s nails burn down my back. That’s it baby, hang on I’m not done with you yet. I push myself hard against her clit.

  “Oh my God,” Sienna screams out, as she bucks in my arms, her orgasm ripping through her body.

  Fuck yeah, sweetheart I can feel myself not far behind her as I continue rubbing myself against her wet panties.

  Sienna pushes me away; her palms are flat against my chest and pushes harder against me. I let her feet fall to the floor; my breath labored, my dick is aching to finish. The look on Sienna’s face changes from satisfaction to panic as she grabs her clothes from the floor.

  “Sorry,” she whispers, as she disappears through the glass patio door.

  Fuck, what have I done?

  Hiding out in my bedroom all morning is cowardly but I didn’t want to run into Evan. Not after what happened last night, I still can’t believe I let him touch me like that. I can’t believe how much I liked him touching me. Shit, he probably thinks I’m some sex-crazed groupie after jumping him like I did.

  “Morning Si, did you have a good night?” Vanessa asks, standing in front of a platter of fruit and danishes.

  “You just missed the boys,” Derrick adds. “Fuck, they are hot.” He fans himself with his hand.

  Thank goodness, I missed them. I wasn’t sure how I would react seeing Evan in the cold hard light of day. Why the hell did I let him do those things to me?

  “You okay Si?” Vanessa asks, looking at me.

  “Yeah, just jet lag I think.” Hoping my lie is believable. I feel like the Scarlet woman with a big massive red E across my chest and everyone knows.

  “Well, I‘ve organized a little ‘welcome to LA’ party for you both tonight.”

  My eyes widen. Oh no, no she can’t be serious.

  Derrick is clapping his hands with excitement, of course, he would be excited.

  “Sienna, you have nothing to worry about. Just relax, have fun, maybe flirt a little with some of the single men that will be there.” Vanessa gives me a wicked smile.

  “You need to pop that single lady cherry,” Derrick adds.

  I can feel my face burning; little do they both know how close I was to giving up my newly acquired cherry last night. Maybe it’s a half cherry after that mind blowing orgasm.

  “Not sure if I’m ready for that,” I reply, shaking my head at D.

  He just laughs, “Sweetheart, yes you are. You need a quick root with some hot young thing. Just ask Ness, she knows what I mean.”

  Derrick high fives Vanessa.

  “Fuck Beau. You are a sexy lady, and you deserve to feel that way again and the best way to do that is by feeling someone new.” Vanessa adds.

  But I wasn’t interested in some twenty-year-old, my body was craving a thirty-year-old rock star with a piercing.

  “Morning all,” a gorgeous blonde greets us as she walks into the room.

  “Hey, guys, this is Isla, Oscar’s little sister and the band’s assistant.”

  Oscar was the band’s bass player, a great hauling Viking-looking man who seems to be the complete opposite of his si
ster, who’s small, waifish and has shiny blonde hair that falls halfway down her back. She gives us a warm smile as she introduces herself.

  “Yay, more girls to even out the testosterone on tour,” she says, giving us a wink. Isla’s phone lights up. “Sorry guys, got to take this, but we’ll catch up later tonight,” she says while walking away with the phone stuck to her ear.

  “I better get back to work as well, have so much to do for this tour.” Vanessa grabs her phone off the kitchen bench and rises from the chair. “Oh that reminds me, can I ask a favor?” Her green eyes flashing between Derrick and me.

  “It’s the boys’ last tour with the label, and I’m hoping they don’t go crazy. The stuff Christian told me that happened in Mexico …”

  “Like what?” Derrick’s gossipy ears prick up.

  “You know, the usual naked women, drunken behavior.”

  “Oh I like the sound of that,” Derrick smiles.

  “Christian organized for some Playboy twins to come down to Mexico and give Evan a birthday he would remember.”

  My stomach sinks hearing this about Evan, especially after last night.

  “What happened?” I asked, not wanting to know the answer to that.

  “Evan enjoyed the twins all weekend from what Christian told me, but I’m sure he is leaving out heaps knowing full well I will rip their balls off if anything gets leaked to the media.”

  I nodded, because I had no response to this information.

  “So you want us to watch them, make sure they don’t do anything crazy?” Derrick asks.

  “Yeah, when I’m not around, if you could be my back up.”

  “Oh, I think I’m going to like this job.” Derrick beams, with a huge smile plastered across his face.

  ***

  My room overlooks the pool and through my glass patio doors I can see people spilling out everywhere. Not sure why I am hiding out in my bedroom, it’s not like I haven’t been to hundreds of parties before. I guess this is my first one as a single lady, and for the first time in my life I feel nervous about it all. Plus replaying what happened just next door between Evan and I, hasn’t helped my anxiety about tonight. Would he want a repeat performance? Would I want one?

  What happens if he doesn’t want me again? Oh shit, what happens if he picks up in front of me?

  Shaking my head, I am not a fucking teenager I need to stop being so fucking dramatic. I am a thirty-year-old woman, I still have great tits and my ass is high and cellulite free. The divorce diet has done the trick and made me lose some extra kilos. Taking a look in the mirror, I look good, actually, no, I looking fucking hot. My black dress hugs my curves perfectly, the sheer panels giving just enough away without being slutty. My blonde hair is out and wavy like I have been at the beach all day, and I put on my special push up bra so my ladies look impressive in my dress.

  Screw naked rock stars in my bed, I am a strong, confident, sexy single lady, and I can enjoy any number of hot men I like tonight if I want. And with that enthusiastic pep talk I join the party.

  “Hey, there you are,” Vanessa says, grabbing my arm as I walk out of my room.

  “You look fabulous.” She comments, twirling me around like a ballerina.

  “I just have to run over to Nick’s house and pick him up. He is useless. Luckily he looks like a Greek god otherwise I wouldn’t be putting up with this shit.”

  We both laugh, Vanessa is casually seeing Nick Roberts, some hot indie actor. “You going to be okay?”

  Of course I will be; Vanessa doesn’t need to worry about me.

  “Derrick’s around somewhere,” Vanessa says, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before she flits off.

  I go looking for Derrick, taking a couple of steps into the pool area craning my head to see where he might be. He’s probably already hooking up with some hot guy and already disappeared for the night, usually that’s what happens.

  “Looking for me?” That voice, that deep timbered voice, his warm breath against my ear, his presence heating up behind me.

  “Um … no,” I murmur, turning around to his ocean blue eyes staring back at me.

  “You look hot.” Suddenly his hand comes out of his pocket and palms my face.

  His thumb runs across my cheek; my heart starts racing. Evan Wyld is touching me again, my body is on fire. Then as quickly as he started, he drops his hand.

  “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Feeling a little disappointed by his comment, I look away.

  “About this morning …” I start, but am unable to finish. I’m really not sure what to say.

  “It shouldn’t have happened.” Evan answers.

  Not going to lie that hurt, him saying it out aloud even if that was what I was about to say.

  “I agree.”

  He raised his eyebrows at me as if not believing me.

  “Look, Evan, you’re hot,” I begin, but he gives me a smirk at my compliment, I roll my eyes.

  “But we are just about to embark on a European tour together, plus I work for you.”

  Evan looks shocked. “So you don’t want to do it again?”

  Shrugging, it wasn’t the truth because, dear Lord I wanted to crawl up that man like a beanstalk, and ride him like a cowboy. But no; adult Sienna has come out to ruin single Sienna’s fun.

  “We can’t, things could get awkward during the tour.”

  He nodded in agreement.

  “Plus you would only fall in love with me. I don’t want to be the woman that crushes the hopes and dreams of all your female fans.”

  Evan let out a loud laugh, startling a couple of people around us. “Is that so?”

  Shrugging I give him a smile. He surprises me by pulling me into his arms, giving me a tight hug.

  “You, Sienna Hayes, are one interesting woman,” he stated, landing a peck on my forehead.

  “I’m one in a million.”

  “Yeah, I think you are.”

  And with that Evan’s attention was taken by some guys, who were pulling him away from me towards some girls.

  Making my way through the party, trying to find Derrick, I finally find him with his tongue already down the throat of some hot guy. I turn to find Isla hanging out by the bar on her own with a couple of shots lined up waiting for her to throw them back.

  “Hey,” I say, putting my hand on her shoulder. Isla looks amazing; her long straight blonde hair was out cascading down her back, dressed in a white Herve Leger dress showing off her model body.

  “Men suck,” She complains, looking at me.

  “Couldn’t agree with you more,” I replied, while looking to the bartender to order the same as her. “Are you okay?” I ask.

  Her eyes flashing over to where Finn, the drummer, and Oscar, her brother, were sitting with blondes in tiny dresses draped all over them. Isla gives me a deep sigh as the bartender hands me my shots.

  “Let me catch up.” I throw back the three tequila shots I had lined up, feeling the burn down my throat and shaking it off. It wasn’t long until Isla and I were drunk. She complained about having to look after the boys. I told her about what happened with Beau and the more we chatted, the more plastered we got.

  “Come on let’s do a lap of the party; we are two hot single ladies, we shouldn’t be sitting at the bar drinking our sorrows away. Fuck that shit.”

  She was right, so we both staggered away from the bar into the heaving crowd.

  “Y’all let’s do body shots.” Axel cries out, from his place on the entertainment lounge with his gaggle of women. The room is filled with a stripper pole, jukebox, DJ booth, bar, stage, dance floor, mirrored ball and accessorized with oversized velvet sofas and day beds. It was like a porno threw up in the room. Axel picks up one of the blondes and places her on top of the bar. He whispers into her ear; she takes off her top dropping it to the floor, before quickly disposing of her bra.

  My eyes widen at the sight of her massive fake tits right before me. I can see why they get themselves into trouble if
this is what they do.

  “What the fuck is going on?” I ask Isla.

  She just shrugs. “Welcome to Dirty Texas.”

  Looking around at everyone watching them enjoying the show, I noticed some guys had their phones out. “Shit, where’s security?”

  Isla quickly picks up her phone and calls them.

  Axel has a bottle of tequila, some limes and a salt shaker and he’s wearing a devilish grin on his face.

  “Wait Axel,” I yell, the room goes silent, all eyes on me.

  “You want to join in the fun, Sienna?” His hazel eyes are looking at me hungrily, while the blonde on the bar is sending me death stares for interrupting her show.

  “People have their phones out. I’ve asked security to come down to keep an eye on things.”

  Giving me a brilliant smile he says, “Darlin’, you’re the best.” Addressing the room he shouts, “No photos, y’all or I will send Sammy over here to deal with you and he isn’t as nice as me.” He pointed to the huge Samoan man that loomed over everyone as he crunches his knuckles for effect. I’m sure that would scare anyone.

  “Sorry sweetheart, now we can continue,” Axel coos to the blonde, who gives him a giggle.

  Rolling my eyes, I think to myself, women seriously let men do this to them? I move back to where Isla is standing to the side of the bar. Axel sprinkles the salt on her nipple, watching it pucker as the crystals cover it, placing a lime wedge in her mouth.

  Pouring himself a shot, he very slowly licks the salt off the girl’s nipple, giving it a bite for good measure. She’s moaning, Axel tips back the shot before taking the lime wedge out of her mouth with his tongue.

  “Y’all that’s how I like to take my shots,” Axel says, the room erupting into hollers. “Who’s next?” He yells, raising an eyebrow.

  Isla and I look at each other; that is our cue to leave. Sammy gives us a thumbs up as Sean, the other security guard, arrives.