by J. A. Low
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 on 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, a crisp, white table cloth with pineapples, coconuts, frangipanis, hibiscus and palm leaves down the center of it. Raffia heart shaped fans with pink S & E embroidery 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, looking at the beach below us. There stands a large tent with staff walking around.
“That is 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.
“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 is 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 am here,” Kyle says smiling.
“He is 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 of fish tacos, seared tuna with tropical salsa, Hawaiian pulled pork sliders, chicken satay, Vietnamese rice paper rolls, Thai beef salad bowls and so much more. Platter after platter filled the table. Everyone is laughing and having a great time enjoying the Australian summer. Once lunch is over it is time to open up the mountains of presents the ladies have bought for me. After that we will all dig into the amazing looking dessert bar that I have been eyeing off.
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 they were 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.
Wow, I was spoilt I was given the most beautiful, sexy maternity lingerie, silver and crystal photo frames, jewelry, monogrammed sheets, towels, robes, aprons, day spa gift cards, cooking lessons and many more unbelievable gifts.
Once I was done opening my gifts, it was 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 home that I am bringing a little person into the world. Bean is given Tiffany 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 just can’t wait to dig in.
I have stayed away from Sienna all day giving her time with her friends and family. By the sounds going on up on the cliff they all seem to be having a good time. I have spent the day with my boys on the beach in a luxurious tent, it is air conditioned for a start, they have also set up a big screen TV and we were able to watch some football games we have missed while being out here. They organized surfing, kite boarding and stand up paddle board lessons on the beach. We played beach volleyball, beach cricket, which was some strange baseball kind of sport. There was a portable bar set up with ice cold beer and drinks. We had our own chef who cooked a huge BBQ feast and we all lazed around on the beach in large beach chairs. I could definitely get used to this life. As the sun started to set I wanted to give Sienna her pre-wedding gift, I know she didn’t want anything but I love spoiling her.
***
“I’m just going to go check on Sienna,” I say to the boys.
“I’ll come with you,” Dad says, and Christian follows.
“You guys are so pussy whipped,” Finn calls out.
We all flip him the bird making our way up the private, stone staircase that brings us up from the beach to the backyard. I can hear women screaming and loud music.
“Um, maybe we should come back,” Dad says, grabbing my arm and turning around heading back down the stairs.
“Yeah you can give Sienna her present later, we probably shouldn’t interrupt,” Christian adds.
I look at them. “Why?”
They both look at each other.
“Evan, they are playing Ginuwine’s Pony, it’s the male stripper anthem. Have you not watched Magic Mike?” Chris explains.
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 there is currently 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 his stripper, Vanessa, Charlotte, Isla and Stacey, her bridesmaids, were also getting in on the action.
“What the fuck y’all,” I scream, making the room turn quiet.
“Oh shit.” I hear Derrick say.
“Mom, seriously?” I look at her with some dude’s crotch in her face.
“Oh hush, boy, I am 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 am going to need therapy after witnessing this,” I groan, 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 and walks toward me.
Seeing Sienna with another man, granted her hands were covering her face, so she wasn’t really enjoying it, but that image is burnt into my mind and it’s driving me crazy. Dad puts a calming hand on my shoulder. “They are just having fun, son.”
My hands ball into fists, my body has become stiff not sure how to react to this sight. Sienna steps toward me, putting her arms around my neck.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think, honestly I thought it was kind of funny the pregnant lady getting a lap dance, we were being silly and the strippers were being respectful.”
My eyes look down at her and I can see she is genuinely sorry.
“I can buy you a stripper if you want? Send some down to the tent, seems only fair,” she says, smiling at me.
Fuck this woman, she drives me crazy and as mad as I am at the situation she makes me smile.
“That’s so nice of you, but no I’m good,” I respond, kissing her nose.
“Um, hello, I think that’s a brilliant idea,” Christian chimes in.
She stretches up onto her tiptoes and whispers into my ear, ignoring Christian’s request for strippers. “I got some hot lingerie today. Want me to give you a lap dance later tonight?”
My fingers tighten around her hips. “Yes, darlin’, I do.” I can feel myself hardening which is inconvenient seeing as I am in the middle of a party with my family and friends. Looking above her head I notice everyone is frozen watching the pair of us.
“Fine continue, don’t let me get in the way of the party. But I just need to borrow my fiancée for a moment.” Looking back down at her, I continue, “Baby I have a present for you, but it’s upstairs.”
“I bet you do big boy,” she adds, making me laugh and my dick harden.
“Come on you sexy temptress.” Grabbing her hand, I leave behind the crazy stripper scene which is probably going to haunt me for the rest of my life. Better book into therapy now. Dragging Sienna up the stairs, I try a couple of doors until I find the main bedroom. I slam the door behind us and pin her back to it, making Sienna squeal. “Seeing that man touching you, fuck, it made me crazy.”
“I’m sorry, Evan, I really am. I got caught up in the silliness,” she says, cupping my face. “I love you, baby, you know that don’t you?” She looks a little worried.
“Of course I do, it was just a shock that’s all,” I explain, running my face over her fingertips.
“I feel so bad, Evan, seeing your face when you came up those stairs, made me feel like shit.” Sienna’s eyes are glassy with emotion. My lips come down on hers lightly, my teeth nipping along her bottom lip.
“I don’t care about the strippers because I know you love me. I need you Sienna, I need you now,” I demand, looking into her sea green eyes.
“I’m yours, Evan,” she whispers. It is exactly what I wanted to hear.
Crashing my mouth down on hers, my hands grab her ass as I lift her up. Her stomach is in the way in this position, so I carry her across to the bed and I sit on the edge, she pushes my T-shirt up and over my head, throwing it on the floor. I lay back and wiggle myself into the middle of the bed so she can straddle me. This seems to be the easiest position for her to be in nowadays. I don’t mind watching her bountiful tits bounce up and down as I fuck her. She’s wearing a lace, gypsy style mini dress, I pull it off over her head, throwing it to the ground beside my t-shirt. Her white, lace bra meets the same fate. Feeling skin on skin, her tiny moans are making it hard to not just flip her over and fuck her like I would have, but now I have to be gentle while she is carrying Bean. Sienna’s fingers untie my board shorts and my hard cock springs out, surprising her.
“Commando, nice,” she encourages, giving me a wink as her hands start sliding up and down my cock. I just lay back, close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. I think the beers, whiskey and sun is catching up to me. Sienna moves over me, her wet pussy engulfing my cock, my eyes widen as inch by glorious inch she impales herself on me. “Fuck, Sienna. You feel so fucking good,” I growl, as she starts a steady rhythm, riding my cock.
“Just relax, baby, and let me make you feel better,” she coos, lifting herself almost off me, before slamming back down.
“Oh fuck, darlin’, that feels so good,” I moan.
“Good, baby. I needed to show you how much you turn me on. How much I want you, need you. That no one will ever compare to you. You’ve ruined me for all other men, remember that, babe,” she tells me as she grinds harder and harder onto me.
“Yeah, darlin’, I do.” My mind has left the building, the blood has rushed all the way down to my little head and he is calling all the shots.
“I can’t wait to marry you, Evan Wyld, I can’t wait to have your baby. I can’t wait to have more babies with you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life fucking your cock every single damn night.”
Fuck me, this is a different kind of dirty talk but my cock is responding to it, as Sienna rubs her clit harder and harder against my pubic piercing.
“Evan! Evan, fuck I’m coming,” Sienna screams, her whole body convulsing. The first squeeze of her pussy against my cock has my orgasm shooting right up from my balls and down my spine. I hold her hips tight as we both ride out our orgasms.
“Fuck, I love you, Sienna.”
“Yeah I know,” she giggles, sucking a nipple into her mouth. This makes my dick twitch inside of her. I roll her off beside me while I grab a washcloth to clean her up. “I can’t believe we just had sex in some random bed.” She smiles getting herself dressed again.
“Well that’s the thing I wanted to show you when we came up here,” I say, pulling my T-shirt over my head.
“What, it wasn’t to have sex?” She raises her eyebrows.
“Well maybe a little but it was to give you something.” I hand her a little leather box.
Sitting up in the bed, Sienna looks at me confused.
“Open it, sweetheart,” I say, nudging the box.
Slowly she opens it and inside is a silver key, her eyes widen and she looks around the room. “Please don’t say this is deja vu again? You didn’t just buy me a house.”
Smiling, I look at her and say, “Not just any house, this house.”
Sienna pauses and stares at the key. “No you fucking didn’t?”
“Yeah I did,” I argue.
“What the hell is it with you surprising me with houses?” She whisper yells.
“I like the blow jobs you give me when I do.” I remind her of the last time I surprised her and the amazing BJ I got then.
“You ready for another round then?” She challenges me raising her eyebrow.
Pulling her against me, I tell her, “I want to say yes, but I’ve drunk too much beer and sat in the sun too long, plus some hot woman just rode me like a cowgirl, I’m exhausted.”
She giggles. “Poor baby,” she purrs as she kisses me. “But seriously, you bought this house for me, for us?”
“Yeah, I wanted Bean to know what it’s like to grow up in Australia. We can split our time between here and LA.”
Sienna hugs me. “How did I get so lucky. Thank you, Evan, thank you so much.”
I couldn’t wait to have family holidays here, teaching the little guy to swim in the pool, maybe when he’s older Jake and Sienna’s dad can teach him to surf. The lifestyle down here is so relaxed, and probably better suited for kids than LA is.
Night before the wedding
The mother’s left early after dinner, leaving Derrick and the girls hanging with me the night before the wedding. We were going to
have an old school slumber party, there’s not much partying I can do six months pregnant. Evan has gone down to Axel and Christian’s cabin to party with the boys. Before Evan left he totally screwed my brains out in the shower just before dinner, it was the last time we would see each other before the wedding. Evan hates us being apart for the night, but I kind of like the tradition, makes seeing him for the first time at the end of the aisle even more special. I told him that I would make it up to him on our wedding night. I just hope I don’t fall asleep.
“I can’t believe you are getting married tomorrow,” Vanessa announces, clinking our glasses together.
“I know! I am so excited. Can’t believe I am marrying Evan Wyld, my celebrity crush.” I laugh, because in all seriousness it was crazy to think that this could ever have happen to me. This time last year I was here licking my wounds because Beau had left me for Diana, what a mess that turned out to be. I never thought I would get over what Beau did to me, but then a six foot, tatted up rock star with piercings ran away with my heart when I least expected it.
“Please, that man would have found you. It was destiny,” Derrick giggles. Maybe he’s had too much champagne.
“I’m so glad you are going to become my sister tomorrow,” Charlotte squeals, giving me a hug.
“Me too.” I just couldn’t be happier.
“Now before everyone gets pissed I have some gifts to give you all, okay.” Slowly getting up off the couch, I make my way to the buffet table. Sitting on the top were personalized monogrammed Louis Vuitton tote bags for the girls and man bag for Derrick. I hand them each their own personalized gift.
“Seriously, Sienna, no fucking way, Louis Vuitton,” Derrick squeals, caressing the leather of his man bag.
“Wait ‘till you see inside,” I say with a huge grin on my face. Yes, the presents are over the top but after the year I have had, these bitches have been by my side through it all and they deserve it. Opening their bags, they pull out silk dressing gowns with their names embroidered on the back, monogramed, white men’s style shirts with striped pajama shorts and Derrick got the long version of the shorts. They also received a Louis Vuitton monogram toiletries bag and a Tiffany & Co keyring engraved with thank you. The bridal party had some extra goodies packaged in their bag.
