by JA Low
“But what about you, Evan? You deserve more than quick fucks with groupies, don’t you?”
“I’ve lived this life far too long; I don’t think I can change,” he replies, his fingers playing in the sand nervously.
“But you promised me a month of monogamy, isn’t that a start?”
His blue eyes are looking at me. “Yeah, but in all honesty, I would have promised anything to keep you in my bed. A month of amazing sex is easy to stick to but a lifetime...I don’t know if I could.”
How sad for him. I guess if he is honest with the women that he sleeps with then I suppose it’s fair.
“Okay then, if you are going to try this monogamy thing out for the next month, I better up my game and show you how much fun it can be in a partnership.”
Evan raises an eyebrow at me not looking convinced.
“Okay, maybe not that much fun because like I said, Evan, I don’t want you to fall in love with me,” I joke, giving him a wink as I jump up and start stripping off my jean shorts and shirt as I head toward the water. “Come on, Mr. Rock Star, live a little,” I encourage as I leap into the cerulean blue water of the Pacific. My body goes into shock. What the fuck? It is so fucking cold. I scream and run back toward a laughing Evan, my body turning the wrong shade of blue.
“Here.” Evan wraps me up in a large beach towel. “That was stupid, you do realize it’s barely spring?”
I forgot we were in the fucking Northern Hemisphere. The water looked so inviting. I was shivering as Evan tried to warm me up in-between bursts of laughter.
“It’s not fucking funny, Evan,” I say through chattering teeth.
“I’m trying not to laugh, sweetheart.”
But the bastard is still laughing at me.
“But I do know of something that will warm you up quicker,” he whispers into my ear.
I feel a different type of shiver; not from the cold but from the anticipation his words enflame over my body.
Picking me up in his arms, as if I weigh nothing, he strides across the sand toward the house.
“Evan, put me down,” I squeal.
He continues up the stairs, through the lounge and toward another wing of the house. Kicking open the door, he walks through the whitewashed bedroom, finally placing me on the floor.
“Would you like a shower or a bath?”
I hesitate for a moment.
Evan continues impatiently, “I can’t wait for the tub to fill up, shower it is.”
Making his way to the bathroom, I follow and watch as he plays with the shower taps in the huge glass shower, getting the temperature just right.
Pulling the towel off from around my shoulders, he looks at me and commands, “Take them off.” He points to my wet underwear.
I take them off quickly and they fall to the floor in a wet mess.
Evan picks them up and says, “Jump in, sweetheart, I won’t be long.” He disappears out of the bathroom.
The hot water feels amazing against my frozen skin; slowly I can feel the blood coming back to my limbs. Using the citrus shower gel left in the shower, I lather myself up.
“That is my job.” I hear from behind me as Evan’s strong arms grip my hips and turn me toward him. “Sorry,” he says, giving me a smirk. “Does that feel better?” he asks, rubbing his hands over my body.
“Much better, I can feel my toes again.” I look down as I wiggle them. I shouldn't have done that because staring back at me is Evan’s hard cock. “Oh,” I gasp.
“He’s a little warmed up as well,” he replies, turning me around so he can wash my back. He strokes slowly up and down until he gets to my ass, rubbing his hands over my curves with the soapy suds before letting the water wash them away. Once he is satisfied I am clean, his palm comes down on my ass in a quick slap.
“Ouch.” I jump from the surprise assault.
His strong arm holds me in place.
“That’s for distracting me the other day in the studio doing Yoga.”
Then another smack.
“That was for me having to watch men drool over you in that fucking skimpy outfit. I don’t like men looking at you. You're mine even if it’s only for a short time.”
“Evan, I—” I didn’t get to finish that sentence because another smack lands on my ass.
“That was for kissing Blake in front of me.”
Turning me around in his arms again, Evan’s lips capture mine in a punishing kiss. “I am the only one that gets to kiss you.”
I have nothing to say. I am completely lost in a sexual fog that Evan has created.
Another smack follows soon after the kiss. “That is for occupying my thoughts all these months. Do you have any idea how hard it has been not to think about you as I touch myself?”
Clenching my legs together, I try to stop the ache that is working its way down through my body. Evan's words making my heart throb along with my hot ass. I let my thumb brush over his cheek and whisper, “I'm sorry I've made it hard for you.” My other hand finds his cock.
His blue eyes flash with heat.
My hand wraps around his hard cock and I stroke him. “I’m sorry that I kissed Blake.”
Evan tenses at the mention of Blake’s name.
My grip tightens as my strokes continue. “He wasn’t you, Evan."
His forehead presses against mine, his breath speeding up with each of my sensual strokes.
“I never wanted him, Evan, but you were…you were with someone else.”
Looking at me seriously, Evan grabs my face. “I am so sorry, Sienna. You were so far under my skin that I didn’t know what to do. Vanessa warned me not to touch you; we have rules, no touching employees, so I tried to forget about you and I thought…I thought…” He shakes his head unable to finish. I can feel his torment in the way he looks at me. “Then I saw your face and I knew I fucked up.” His lips touch mine gently. “I wanted to rip you out of Blake’s arms and haul you back to my room like some damn caveman, but I couldn’t because you weren’t mine then.”
“I thought there was something wrong with me, that you didn’t want me,” I respond in a barely there whisper. I can feel the tears in the back of my eyes.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want you. It scares the hell out of me. Who the fuck stalks someone online? Because that’s what I did, Sienna. There’s just something about you, I wanted to know more. It sounds crazy but it’s the truth.”
My heart skips a beat at Evan’s words.
“You were my hall pass,” I confess.
A huge smile brightens up his face. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” I smile back at him because it is surreal to realize I am currently naked and in a shower with my celebrity crush.
“Did you ever think about me when you touched yourself?”
Biting my lip, I nod.
“Show me,” he growls as he steps back from me turning the taps off.
Shaking my head, I gasp, “I can't.”
“That isn’t the right answer,” Evan says, picking me up. Walking into the bedroom he throws me onto the large king-size bed while I am still dripping wet from the shower.
He stands in front of me naked, his large hand gripping his cock. “Because I thought of you as I touched myself, Sienna. All the time.” Back and forth he slides his hand down his straining cock. “Most nights in bed, even if I wasn’t alone, your face always came into my head.”
Biting down on my lip, my eyes do not move from the large man in front of me telling me his inner fantasies. He is making me hot. I slowly spread my legs for him, let my fingers wander to my core and slip them inside me.
“But the reality of having you is beyond anything I could ever have imagined. I want you, Sienna, so fucking much, and it worries me that I won’t be able to let you go at the end of the month.”
My breath hitches as I feverishly start to play with myself while watching him stroke his cock.
“Did you think of me as you touched yourself over the years?” h
e asks.
I nod yes, because it is the truth. Evan starred in many of my sexual fantasies; especially the more Beau pulled away from me and started working later at the office.
Finally finding the words, I whisper, “Yes, Evan, you featured in many of my fantasies.”
“Did you think about my tongue running over your body, tasting your salty skin? Sucking on your pert nipples then dipping down between your legs and eating your sweet pussy? Fuck, Sienna, it’s all I thought of, wondering how sweet you would taste.”
My fingers work overtime now as his words caress me, my eyes never leaving his, taking him all in.
“But now I know how you taste, and it’s even sweeter than I ever imagined. I can’t get enough of you,” he growls again, swooping down to me, his mouth on my core.
“Fuck,” I moan, the start of my orgasm surprising me. Evan’s skillful tongue pushing me right to the edge of oblivion.
“That’s it, sweetheart, come on my tongue,” he says against my clit, the vibrations of his words sending me over the edge.
“Evan,” I scream his name, my whole body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. I swear I see white light; every nerve ending has been brought to attention as if I have had an electric shock. Finally, I float back down to earth.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, taking a condom from his pants he covers himself. “I need to be inside you so you know exactly how crazy you make me feel.”
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I feel his weight against me as he slides into me.
“Fuck, Sienna, I love being inside of you, I could stay here forever,” he groans.
“Please, Evan,” I beg.
Evan ignores my pleas and slowly thrusts into me, his pubic bar rolling over my sensitive clit.
“You are mine and it may only be for a short time, but you are mine, no one else’s. Okay?” Evan’s eyes look into mine letting me know he is serious.
“Okay,” I smile. Because I know we are on borrowed time. I can feel the pieces of my old self coming back together. Maybe Evan is my rebound guy, the special someone to remind me of who I once was. That is the way I need to look at what we were doing together, a moment in time where we both need each other for whatever reasons.
“Sienna,” Evan roars as he comes.
“Evan,” I scream, not far behind him.
15
Evan
“You’ve worn me out,” Sienna mumbles into my chest.
My arms are wrapped around her as we lay in bed looking out over the ocean. A storm rolled in earlier so we had to run downstairs, naked, to fetch the picnic basket we’d abandoned on the beach. It’s now set up in the bedroom instead. “Didn’t you call me a sex god the other day? Just trying to live up to my name.” She’s worn me out as well. We’ve spent most of the day in bed lounging around and fucking.
“Wish I had never let that slip; your rock star ego is big enough already.”
“It’s not the only thing big enough,” I smirk. Smiling at her, I push my semi hard dick into her back.
“No more, Evan, I won’t be able to walk,” she laughs again.
“Exactly, remember what I said; I want to ruin you for all other men,” I state, pulling her into my arms tighter and letting out a yawn.
“See, I’ve worn you out as well.” She smiles into my chest.
“Sure have, sweetheart. Sure have.”
“Want me to give you a massage? I saw some oils in the bathroom earlier,” she asks.
“If you want.” Who would pass up an opportunity for a naked massage?
Jumping out of bed, I watch as Sienna walks into the bathroom naked, her ass swaying with each step, my dick definitely appreciating the view. It’s not long before she’s back with some bottles in her hand.
“Roll over,” she commands.
I like it when she tells me what to do, not many women have the confidence to treat me like that. Cold oil hits my back; followed by Sienna straddling me, her bare pussy pushing against my back. I don’t think this is going to relax me. Her fingers start working some powerful magic. “That feels so good,” I moan. Her fingers working into all the tight muscles; I can feel them melt away one by one.
I must have fallen asleep because now I’m alone in the dark room feeling drowsy. I push myself off the bed, grabbing a towel from the ground and wrapping it around my waist. I walk out into the living room; the smell of melted cheese fills the air.
“Hi, sleepyhead, you’re just in time, the pizzas have arrived,” she says, placing two large pizza boxes on the kitchen bench. “Wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a pepperoni pizza because that’s what all American’s eat in the movies.”
This logic made me laugh but she's probably right. And besides, I love pepperoni pizza.
“And, I also got a vegetarian pizza so that they balance out…oh, and some salads, and chocolate brownies for dessert.”
My stomach rumbles at the thought of all that food. I can’t believe she organized all this while I was asleep.
Pulling out a couple of beers from the fridge, clinking her bottle against mine, she smiles. “Thanks for today, Evan.”
Walking from the kitchen bench, I pull her into my arms placing a kiss on her forehead. “Anytime, sweetheart, I’ve had fun.”
Settling ourselves in front of the TV with all our food felt strangely domesticated, especially with her curled into my side, her head resting on my shoulder as she ate her pizza in comfortable silence. I flicked through the channels until I found an old repeat of the Texans game.
Sienna pipes up, “That’s not real football, you know?”
“Excuse me?” What did she just say?
Rolling her eyes at me, her cheeks glow from the beers. “Look at that, that’s not footy. I mean they wear all that stuff to protect themselves when all they do is just kick and catch,” she states, shaking her head at me.
I’m a little shocked and not really quite sure how to respond to that. I don’t think I have ever met a woman who has argued over sports before. “It takes real skill, and balls, to play football,” I reply, defending the game.
She huffs, “Um, try playing league or union, even AFL; that is real football.”
What on earth is this woman talking about? “I don’t understand what you’re saying? Are you speaking Australian again?”
Laughing, she continues, “No, rugby league, rugby union, Aussie rules. Have you never heard of them?”
Shaking my head at her, I answer, “No.”
She looks at me in shock, grabs the remote and turns off the football. She starts searching through the sports channels. Giving up quickly; apparently not finding what she is looking for, she jumps up and reaches for her phone. Searching through her phone and finding what she is looking for, she hands it to me. Sienna pulls up a YouTube video. Hitting play, I watch as men in tank tops, and very tiny shorts, run around kicking a ball in the middle of nowhere; then BAM! Some guy jumps up onto the back of another, kneeing him and plucking the ball from the air. Wow, that was pretty impressive!
“A lot of Aussie rules players end up in America when their career is over in Australia because they can still kick a ball a long way.”
I nod as I keep watching. “So are you an Aussie rules fan?” I ask.
“Not really, but Beau used to watch it with the boys anytime the Swanies were playing.”
I frown at her, not understanding.
“Sorry, the Sydney Swans, they are an Aussie rules team,” she continues, growing a little quiet at the mention of her ex.
I divert her attention to something else. “Okay, show me more.”
Smiling, she grabs the phone from my hand and types into the search bar before handing it back to me. Clicking the link, it’s another game, rugby league, this one looks similar to our football. Wait, what the fuck? My eyes flash to her then back to the screen.
“That man just…”
Sienna laughs, “See, American footballers are pussies compared to these guys
.”
No kidding, these crazy guys were charging into each other full pelt, with no protective gear on them, before getting slammed into the ground over and over again. Then they start fighting in between the game, fists going everywhere as the whole team joins in. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. It is brutal. Sienna's giggling now, watching my shocked face as I continue watching on in amazement.
After spending most of the night chatting and laughing on the couch, it was time to get going. Back to reality. I wasn’t sure how we were going to explain to the others where we’ve been all day. Hopefully, they hadn’t noticed. “We better start heading back.”
Sienna stretches and heads for the kitchen to tidy up our mess.
“No, leave it, sweetheart, the housekeeper will be here in the morning.”
Looking sleepy, she nods and heads back to the bedroom to get dressed. Walking up behind her, nuzzling her neck, I whisper, “Thanks for today.”
“Do you think they’ve missed us?” I ask, trying to gauge her thoughts on the matter.
“I texted Derrick saying we were heading to the beach for the day so that he wouldn’t worry.”
That was probably smart. “And do you think he thinks anything is going on between us?”
She laughs, “Probably, but Derrick has a very vivid imagination. I'm sure his version is so much seedier than ours.”
She's probably right. From what I’ve seen while hanging out with him, he is as sexually inappropriate as Christian.
“Do you think the rest of the guys would think anything of it?”
Shaking my head, I respond, “I doubt it. I can probably guarantee they’ve all called a girl and are having their own fun.”
Sienna turns around in my arms. “You guys do that a lot?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Sienna becomes silent.
“You okay?”
Then she wraps her arms around my neck and murmurs, “I’m glad I'm the girl you called today.”
Bending down, I kiss her. I am so fucking glad she's the girl I called as well.
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