Suddenly More (Dirty Texas #1.5)

by J. A. Low

  “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 started to remember 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. Then 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.”

  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 was right when I paid a lot of money to get it decorated by a team of professionals, but 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 begun 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.

  “I know, Evan, but still we haven’t been together that long, you went off to Europe and came home with a fiancée and a baby. They probably think I’m a gold digger or worse I tried to trap you.” She gives me a strained smile.

  “You know what? Mom is over the moon that she is finally going to be a Grand momma. She doesn’t even care if you are a gold digger or if you trapped me with the pregnancy.”

  She slaps my chest, letting out a heavy sigh. “Sorry, I’m being silly, it’s just Beau’s parents hated me and for ten years I put up with their shit.”

  Hearing that bastard’s name makes me flinch, I hate what he did to my woman. This wonderful, loving, kind, caring and fucking sexy woman that he let slip through his fingers. I know that fucker is crying into his warm beer in fucking London over losing Sienna. I know this because he nearly broke us up with his tactics and I only lost her for a month and that was too much, to lose her forever would suck. Putting my arms around Sienna, pulling her nice and close to me, I rest my chin on her head. “I can guarantee my parents are going to love you. I know this because I love you and that’s all they care about, that I am happy. And I am so fucking happy, darlin’.”

  Sienna wraps herself tighter around me. “I love you,” she mumbles into my chest.

  “Good and don’t you forget it, okay.”

  Her head nods under my chin, as the bell to the security gate chimes through the house.

  “They’re here.” Untangling myself from Sienna, I make my way to the security intercom.

  She gives me a smile; I can see she is trying to calm her nerves. I press the security button letting the large steel gates open. I watch as the limousine makes its way up our long driveway, giving me enough time to make it to the front door, opening it to greet them. My mom is the first to jump out, the excitement is radiating off her. My parents were young when they had me so Mom’s is in her early 50’s but she looks like she could be more my sister than my mom, she was a former Texas beauty queen. She is still stunning after all these years, dressed in slim fitting jeans, a white blouse, and cardigan wrapped around her shoulders, looking like she has just stepped out of a catalog. Her blonde hair pulled up in an elegant bun and her trademark red lips on display. “Evan.” She smiles running toward me, I scoop her up into a big hug, swinging her around listening to her squeal. It’s been a while since I’ve caught up with my family, as much as I grumble about them, we really are close.

  Mom’s eyes drop to Sienna once she rights herself from my zealous affection.

  “Mrs. Wyld it’s nice to meet you,” Sienna says quietly, holding out her hand to my mom.

  Mom’s hands go straight to Sienna’s ever expanding stomach. “Oh my God, is that my grandbaby.”

  Sienna smiles. “Yes it is.”

  I can see the tears in Mom’s eyes. “Thank you,” she cries, pulling Sienna into her arms. “Thank you for saving my boy. Thank you for making him so happy.”

  Sienna is looking a little bewildered by Mom’s reaction and honestly so am I.

  “Mrs. Wyld, it’s he who made me happy,” Sienna adds, as they break their awkward hug, her eyes falling on me.

  “Either way, I am so happy you found each other and we are happy to have you as part of our family.” Mom smiles giving Sienna’s hand a little squeeze.

  That’s when I see Sienna’s body relax.

  “Y’all, is Mom being weird again?” Dad asks, interrupting our moment.

  “Oh hush will you. I am just so happy,” Mom chastises Dad as he snuggles up to Charlotte. Charlotte was the one who picked them up from the airport.

  I introduce Dad to Sienna, he too touches her stomach.

  “Oh my God, he just kicked me.” Dad looks at me in awe at that moment.

  “Really, Greg?” Mom asks.

  “Yes darlin’, a nice big boot. I think he is going to be the next punter for the Texans that boy.” Dad marvels.

  “No way, my grandbaby is not playing football, it’s too rough,” Mom argues.

  “What and surfing isn’t?” He retorts, but Mom just waves her hands at him. My brother Jake is a pro surfer; he’s now moved into big wave surfing which is really risky. At least the only thing that is risky in my job is an overzealous fan not a 100-foot-high wall of water.

  “Y’all leave poor Sienna’s stomach alone and come inside,” I say proudly, wanting to show off my first home to my family. I may have made millions and invested wisely but I never wanted to put roots down anywhere. I was happy traveling around the world but that all changed when Sienna walked into my life. I did purchase my Mom and Dad’s home in Houston for them. It’s close to the golf club for Dad and has a large entertainers’ kitchen for Mom, they deserved something nice after all the sacrificing they did for us kids.

  ***

  “Knock, knock, knock,” a deep voice calls out from behind us.

  “Jake!” I jump up off the couch and head toward the front door where I find my baby brother. Fuck, the kid has been working out, his t-shirt is stretched tight over his torso, he’s buffed up and is looking fully cut. I’ve also noticed some new ink on his tanned arms, still not as many as me, but he’s not far behind. He greets me with a large smile and we slap each other on the back in a hard, manly hug.

  “I’ve missed you, man,” Jake says smiling at me. “Dad!” His blue eyes catching sight of our father over my shoulder, they both greet each other.

  “Beer, man?” I offer, holding up a bottle of Bud from the kitchenette.

  “Yeah, thanks,” he replies, sinking into one of the large, black leather theatre chairs, we had been sitting in.

  “Evan this is a sick set up,” Jake says, rubbing his hands over the butter like leather.

  “I know, Sienna calls it my man cave,” I reply, handing the two beers over to them both.

  “I just met her,” Jake mentions, taking a big sip of beer.

  “Yeah, and?” Not that I need my brother’s approval but it would be nice.

  Jake looks toward Dad then back at me. “She’s hot man.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

  I throw a cushion at him, the fucker. “You better not be checking out my fiancée, man.”

  He holds his hands up surrendering. “I’m not blind man, plus she has a great rack.” He indicates making boobs with his hands.

  That’s it, before he knows it I have tackled him to the floor, we wrestle eac
h other, knocking over empty bottles of beer and hitting the coffee table. Dad grabs the bowl of popcorn before it ends up on the floor.

  “I think all my wet dreams have come true,” Derrick hollers from the doorway, making us stop. “Please don’t stop.” Taking a seat in the chair directly opposite us, he continues, “I was enjoying the show.” He grabs a handful of popcorn from the bowl Dad is holding.

  Jake and I jump up, brushing ourselves off.

  “Jake, Dad, this is Derrick, Sienna’s best friend,” I say, introducing them all. Jake raises his eyebrows at me.

  “Don’t worry, Jakey, I would rather bone your brother than Sienna, if that is what you’re thinking?”

  Jake is stunned and Dad chokes on his beer. Yeah, Derrick is an acquired taste especially at the beginning.

  “So this is your den of debauchery?” Derrick asks eyeing off all my toys.

  “Sure is and no you can’t watch porn on the big screen.” I’ve been around Derrick long enough to know that is exactly what he is thinking.

  “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it though?”

  I am not going to tell him I had that exact thought the other day.

  “Any way you want a beer?” I offer, changing the subject and grabbing him a bottle.

  Evan’s parents are so lovely; they have welcomed me into the family with open arms. Carol, Evan’s mother, is wonderful, never overstepping her place in our home, making sure I am okay and not overdoing it. She reminds me of my own mum who I am missing terribly but I will see her very soon at Christmas for the wedding. Yvette flew in from Paris yesterday so today we are meeting her at the boutique to go through the dress options she has for me. I tried many different styles at her Parisian boutique just after becoming engaged, but now my stomach has grown and the styles I liked might not be suitable anymore. She’s bringing a couple of dresses she thinks would be perfect for me.