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

by JA Low

  “My favorite position is the downward facing dog,” Keith sighs.

  “She can downward face my dick,” Seth jokes.

  Slapping him across the head, I scold, “Don’t be a dickhead, she works for us. Treat her with some respect, okay?” They both look at me wide-eyed and mumble their apologies before quickly disappearing.

  “You can’t blame them, Evan. Sienna is hot,” Axel points out.

  I wanted to punch him as well.

  “Fuck, and those tits,” Finn adds.

  I want to scream. Those tits are mine, back the fuck up!

  “Do you see how flexible she is?” Oscar asks, jumping in.

  Yes, I know exactly how flexible she is, all last night I had her bent in a million positions. “Guys, come on, stop ogling her like a piece of meat.” They all look at me as if I’ve grown a second head. Normally, I would be right there staring at her tits.

  “Who the fuck are you and what have you done with Evan?” Christian jokes.

  “She’s Vanessa’s friend,” I argue.

  They all mumble in agreement and stop the comments.

  I hate the way my band mates are looking at her. I want to be the only one to appreciate her assets. Like perverted creeps, we all stand there a little longer watching her and Derrick. I need to clear my head and hopefully get rid of this raging hard on that I've had since leaving her this morning.

  “Okay, guys let’s call it a day. We aren’t getting anywhere,” I announce, because all my head can think about is Sienna wearing those tight yoga pants and low cut sports bra, and that I can't have her again.

  13

  Sienna

  After my yoga session with Derrick out by the pool, I decide to see if the treadmill in the gym is free to do a couple of laps on. “Hey,” I call out, watching Evan pounding into the punching bag. One after another, steady fists hitting the bag with a thud. His naked chest is dripping in sweat. Tanned, tattooed arms glisten with sweat under the fluorescent lights. Dressed in grey sweatpants and bare feet, he looks like an MMA fighter not a famous rock star.

  "What did it ever do to you?" I try to crack a joke to lighten the tension between us, pointing at the punching bag. Blue eyes hungrily look over my workout gear. I can feel my nipples hardening under his intense stare.

  “Just been a rough morning,” he says as he starts to unwrap his knuckles. I see that they are all cut up from his brutal session. Walking over to where he is standing, I grab his hand inspecting it.

  “You’re bleeding,” I declare, pointing to his hands, the bandages are stained pink.

  He just shrugs.

  “Evan, your livelihood relies on those hands. Shouldn’t you be more careful?”

  Evan smiles.

  “Let me fix them up so they don’t get infected and ruin my European holiday,” I tease, giving him a wink as I head out to the back of the gym area where there is a first aid kit. Grabbing it, I make my way back out to where he is.

  I point to a bench seat indicating he should sit. He straddles the bench, I follow doing the same, our knees knocking against each other, just the barest of touches, and my body responds to him again. Well, this is mighty inconvenient. Taking one of his large hands in mine, I dab the antiseptic cream on the cuts with a cotton wool ball.

  Evan lets out a hiss each time I dab.

  “Sorry,” I say as I bite my lip. It’s funny that this big old rock star is wincing at some antiseptic cream.

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

  A soft chuckle leaves my lips. “Of course not,” I respond, looking at him through my lashes. We continue in silence.

  Once I have cleaned up one hand he lets it drop, resting it on my inner thigh very close to my sweet spot. As I clean up the other, his thumb draws slow circle motions around my inner thigh. I’m trying really hard to ignore his fingers as I patch up his other hand. Glancing down, I can see the indent of his hard-on pushing against his grey sweatpants. Fuck, I'm growing wet just thinking about it.

  “You should try doing yoga, it helps relieve stress better than punching a bag and is less bloody.”

  Looking down at his damaged hands, he asks, “Are you going to teach me?” His eyes flick to my breasts.

  This damn sports bra is not leaving much to the imagination. I'm probably giving him a good look straight down as I work on his hand. “If you want, sure,” I state, giving him a smile.

  His eyes are sparkling with mischief as his thumb moves closer and closer to my core.

  “All finished.”

  “Not just yet, you’re not,” he growls, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him. “Sienna, I need to be inside you right now, that is the perfect stress reliever.”

  My eyes flick to the doorway, everyone else is busy. I can hear them walking around the house, but anyone could come in and see us. If I'm honest, the thrill heightens my senses.

  “We said only one night, Evan,” I remind him.

  “I know, but then you skip in here wearing nothing but that, and then you tend to my hand, and fuck it’s got me all hard.” Leaning closer, he whispers into my ear, “I have an idea, let me rip a hole right… here.” He rubs the seam of my leggings, putting pressure directly on my clit. “Then I can slip in and if someone comes in you can easily walk out fully clothed.”

  My chest starts to rise. His idea is hot. I nod in agreement before I change my mind.

  Evan quickly rips a hole in my leggings, his finger dipping underneath my panties finding my clit.

  “Fuck, Sienna, you are so wet. Who knew you were an exhibitionist.”

  I bite my lip because I had no idea I was either. I reach out to release his cock from his sweatpants, listening to him moan as my hands wrap around his thickness. “Please say you have protection,” I whisper.

  Evan’s fingers start working into me, curling up and touching that spot that makes me see stars. “In my back pocket.”

  Grabbing the condom, Evan's fingers are magic as they continue to work me over. His thumb rolls over my clit. My hand grabs his shoulders for support as he works me higher and higher toward a release. Our breaths come out hard, my hand grips tighter, making Evan growl.

  “Come for me, sweetheart, so I can fuck your tight pussy again.”

  Oh my God, listening to Evan’s dirty command pushes me over the edge. I come, biting my lip so no one can hear me.

  “Now wrap your legs around me.”

  Evan groans in between my pumps of his cock. He pulls me up onto his lap, his cock poised at my entrance, gently rubbing the metal of his piercing across my sensitive clit. Little aftershocks from my orgasm tickle me with each stroke. Helping him slide the condom on, I position his cock at my entrance.

  “You ready, sweetheart? It’s going to be fast and I'm going to need you to keep quiet just in case someone comes in, okay?”

  I can only manage to nod as this is torture, then he slides into me.

  I bite down on his shoulder to mask my scream.

  Holding my hips, Evan pumps hard again up into me, the metal ring hitting my inner walls, it is punishing but in a good way. I am holding on for dear life as this man totally fucks the living shit out of me. Riding his dick hard, I can feel another orgasm building all over my body. “I'm going to come, Evan.” My confession makes him pump into me harder. It tips me over the edge into oblivion and he isn't too far behind me. We fall against one another, both of us exhausted.

  Evan pushes back my sweaty hair from my face. “Fuck, you are perfect.” Then kisses me tenderly, his reaction confusing me. I wasn’t expecting this level of intimacy for a one-night stand. Am I doing them wrong? I’m not sure.

  “What are we doing, Evan?”

  Resting his forehead against mine, he responds, “I know we said a one-night thing.”

  I nod in agreement, too exhausted to talk.

  “I know I’m going to want to have you again and you sure as hell are going to want me again.”

  I slap his chest and laugh. He is right,
just didn't need to be so cocky about it.

  “Well, how about this, we continue enjoying each other until the tour starts? Technically, you’re not my employee until then.”

  I mull this over. Could I really handle hooking up with him for the next month and then just stop? Evan flashes me a quick smile. His dimples brake my resolve. I can’t help but agree. I am a sucker. Who the hell would say no to this man?

  “Fine. No touching anyone else, agreed?”

  Evan nods in agreement.

  “Okay then, once we are in London we go back to being what?”

  “Friends,” Evan replies.

  “Okay, friends,” I agree.

  14

  Sienna

  Evan surprises me early this morning.

  “Wake up, sweetheart, I have something fun planned for us today.”

  Usually, when Evan mentions fun, it is of the sexual kind and we have been having lots of fun over the past week. I rub my eyes, trying to focus on the looming rocker above my bed.

  “Do I need to jump in there and wake you up, Sienna?” His gravelly voice is deepening as his blue eyes darken.

  When I don't answer, Evan whips the covers off. All I’m wearing is a tank top and boy shorts. “Hey,” I scream, trying to get the covers back. “I was nice and warm under them.”

  Evan pulls my legs to the end of the bed where he quickly pulls my pants off exposing me. I try desperately to cover myself with my hands, but Evan's vice like grip holds them away from me.

  “Stay still and let me wake you up,” Evan growls.

  His mouth finds my mound and wow. I’m definitely awake, now. He gently strokes his tongue along my slit.

  “You taste so good, Sienna,” Evan moans against my skin.

  Shivers break out over my body. He slowly laps at me until I feel my whole body come alive. My orgasm takes hold, pushing me over the edge. Eventually, I come back to earth.

  “Now you’re awake. Let’s go,” Evan smiles triumphantly.

  “Whoo hoo,” I scream. Sitting on the back of Evan’s deafening Harley-Davidson, we wind our way up along the Pacific Coast. I was a bit apprehensive at first of jumping on the back of the bike, but Evan reassured me that he knew what he was doing, and that it would be fun. Plus, the thought of wrapping myself around him for hours was a pretty good incentive to get on. Currently, my fingers are wrapped around his taunt stomach, my thighs hugging his. I can feel the muscles ripple with each movement as we hug the coastline.

  It was a beautiful, early spring day; nothing but blue skies and the sunshine out before us. It wasn’t long until Evan was pulling off the Pacific Highway and into a driveway. Pressing a button, the large iron gates roll back, and we rumble into the courtyard of the house. Set out before us is a beautiful stone and glass beach house. Once the Harley is turned off, I can hear the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. Shaking out my vibrating legs and fluffing my flat helmet hair, I follow Evan toward the house.

  Punching in another code at the main door, we enter the house, and it is breathtaking.

  My eyes are drawn straight down the hallway to where the Pacific Ocean is laid out before me. “Evan, this view…” For miles all you can see is beautiful blue ocean. It reminds me of home.

  “Pretty sweet place, hey,” Evan states, looking proudly at me.

  “Is this yours?”

  Evan laughs, “No, no. It’s my brother’s place. I crash here when I’m in town.”

  What, there are more Wyld boys? Not sure if the world could handle more of someone like Evan. “I didn’t know you had a brother.”

  Laughing, he replies, “Yeah, he’s a couple years younger than me. Jake’s a professional surfer, he’s currently on the pro tour. I think he’s in Hawaii or Tahiti, not sure, but this is where he bases himself when he’s back in the country. I also have a younger sister. She’s the baby, eight years younger than me; you know the ‘oops’ baby.”

  Hitting him on the arm, I tell him, “That’s mean.”

  Rolling his eyes at me, he continues, “Charlotte’s a pain in my ass. She’s currently in Paris studying photography.”

  “Lucky lady. Paris is one of my favorite cities.”

  Evan nods. “Yeah? Char loves it.”

  “So…what’s the plan for today? Relaxing by the beach? Massages? Surfing? Swimming?”

  I watch him make his way into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of champagne from the fridge and a picnic basket out of the cupboard and placing it on the island bench. I get just a little excited.

  “Thought a picnic on the beach would be a nice way to start.”

  He fills the basket full of items out of the fridge. “How did you…?” I didn’t finish as I shake my head.

  “Sweetheart, I'm Evan Wyld, I just have to make a phone call and things happen.”

  Laughing at his arrogance, I follow him down to the beach, my arms full with oversized pillows. Evan lays out the navy rug onto the sand and pulls out the chilled bottle of champagne. Inserting two, long steel poles into the ground; he places the glasses into them, giving them a secure place to rest in the sand. There’s a platter of cheeses, cold meats, fruit, pastries and muffins.

  “This looks fantastic, Evan. Thank you.” I smile, popping a piece of mozzarella in my mouth.

  “Thanks for escaping with me this morning.”

  “So, is this a date?” I joke as I help myself to some fruit and a breakfast muffin. It was a pretty elaborate picnic, but then again, he is a celebrity.

  Evan shrugs. “This is the Evan Wyld Malibu experience,” he informs, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

  “Well, so far so good, Mr. Tour Guide,” I respond, while eating a grape and trying to distract myself from my thoughts as I settle into my space on the rug.

  “So…do you have any brothers or sisters?” Evan asks, breaking the silence.

  Shaking my head, I swallow the last piece of melon. “Nope, just me. But Vanessa was and still is pretty much the closest thing I have to a sister growing up in the commune together.”

  Evan chokes. “Commune? Like a cult?”

  Chuckling, I reply, “No, not a cult. Vanessa and I grew up in a hippie commune in Byron Bay. This tiny coastal town on the East Coast of Australia. It’s well known for its holistic lifestyle and beautiful beaches.”

  Evan looks at me silently, forcing me to continue.

  “Our parents are in business together, they opened up this health retreat before we were born which has now turned into one of the most exclusive health resorts in Australia. My dad inherited the land from his parents. It has gorgeous, lush rainforests with views of the ocean. It really is paradise.”

  “I’ve never been to Byron Bay before, only Sydney and Melbourne. Can you show me a picture of it?” Evan asks, sounding interested.

  Pulling my phone from my pocket, I type in the web address and show him the video of the resort, pointing out my parents when they pop up in the video. Dad, when he is talking about his chef’s garden, the organic produce that's grown on site and the vegan meals that he prepares which are all included in your stay. Then Mum pops onto the screen, she works in the gym teaching yoga and meditation classes. Vanessa’s parents showcase the rooms and other activities on the video; they take care of the business side of things, looking after the finances and the day to day running of the resort.

  “When can we go, it looks fantastic?” He smiles, handing back my phone.

  “You’re welcome anytime, mate’s rates,” I say, while I grab a couple more pillows and put them behind me so I can lie down in the morning sun.

  Evan does the same, stretching out, putting his muscled arms behind his head, giving me a glimpse of his tight biceps.

  “So, Vanessa was a hippy,” Evan chuckles to himself. “I just can’t see it behind the designer dresses and workaholic nature. Not to mention her ability to break our balls.”

  Rolling onto my side, I inform, “Maybe if you boys didn’t give her such a hard time, she might go easier on you.” />
  “Yeah, yeah, you’re probably right,” Evan chuckles again. Moving onto his side we are now facing each other; his hand lazily draped over my hip. “We made her crack a while ago just after she found out about you. Fuck, we felt bad.”

  I still. This is news to me.

  Evan continues, “Vanessa called a meeting. Christian got busted doing something stupid with a groupie then she walked out in tears.”

  “'Ness never liked Beau, maybe I should have listened to her. We're family, so she's pretty protective.”

  Evan smiles. “Yeah, she told me that. I went after her that day; that’s when she showed me your picture.”

  Evan rolls onto his back away from me. “Fuck, I can’t believe I'm going to confess this.” He lets out a groan. “Vanessa kept waving your picture in my face saying how can someone cheat on this, look at her.” Evan wipes his hands over his face as he turns back toward me. “And I looked, Sienna. Fuck, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

  My whole body freezes. What did he just say?

  “I agreed with her. I couldn’t understand how he could cheat on you, but I was happy he did because it meant that someone else could step in and treat you the way that you deserve.”

  Tears threaten as my stomach turns around in knots by his words.

  “But it’s not you, is it?” My voice is barely a whisper over the sound of the ocean.

  Rolling onto his back again, he lets out a groan. Evan stares up into the sky, silent for a moment. “No, I can’t offer you what you deserve. I know I would just fuck it up and hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you, Sienna.”

  I can hear it in his voice; it is the truth and I can’t be angry with the truth.

  “But Sienna, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I became Vanessa’s confidant. The person she could talk to. The more I learned, the more I wanted to know you. I was selfish. It gave me a reason to think about you. But now that you’re here with me, I don’t want to let you go, not until we both have had our fill of each other. I want to be the man that puts you back together.”