Suddenly Dirty (11 page)

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

Grabbing it out and putting it between us. Evan’s fingers are magic as they work me over, his thumb rolling over my clit. My hand grabs his shoulders for support as he works me higher and higher towards 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 and I come biting my lip so no one can hear me.

“Now wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.”

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 could only manage to nod as this was 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 was punishing but in a good way. I was holding on for dear life as this man totally fucked the living shit out of me. Riding his dick hard, I could feel another orgasm building all over my body. “I’m going to come, Evan.” My confession making him pump into me harder tipping 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 nodded in agreement, too exhausted to talk.

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

Slapping his chest laughing he was right, but he 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.”

Mulling this over could I handle whatever we are doing for the next month then just stop? Flashing me those dimples, I couldn’t help but agree, I am a sucker, who the hell would say no to this man, and he knows it.

“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.

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 him Evan whips the covers off. All I am 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 to him. 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.

Then his mouth finds my mound and wow … now I am awake. 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 taking 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, on the back of Evan’s deafening Harley-Davidson as 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 were wrapped around his taunt stomach, my thighs hugging his. I could feel the muscles ripple with each movement as we hugged 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, rumbling into the courtyard of someone’s house. Set out before us is a beautiful stone and glass beach house. Once the Harley is turned off, I could hear the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. Shaking out my vibrating legs and fluffing my flat helmet hair, I follow Evan towards the house.

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

My eyes were drawn straight down the hallway to where the Pacific Ocean was laid out before me. “Evan, this view …” For miles all you can see is beautiful blue ocean. It reminded 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 am 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 replied, “Yeah, he’s a couple year’s 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 favourite cities.”

Evan nods “Yeah Char loves it”

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

I watched him make his way into the kitchen, pull out a bottle of champagne from the fridge and a picnic basket out of the cupboard and place 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 filled the basket full of items out of the fridge. “How did you …?” I didn’t finish as I shook 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 filled 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 had to a sister growing up in the commune together.”

Evan choked. “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 a gorgeous lush rainforest 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 out 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, mates 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, hey,” Evan chuckles to himself. “I just can’t see it behind the designer dresses, 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 stilled; this was news to me.

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

Evan rolled 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 wiped his hands over his face as he turned back towards me. “And I looked Sienna. Fuck, you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”

My whole body froze, 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 threatened as my stomach turned around in knots by his words

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

Rolling onto his back again he let out a groan. Evan stared 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 could hear it in his voice; it was the truth and I couldn’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 learnt the more I wanted to know you. I was selfish. It gave me a reason to think about you. But now that you are 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.”

“But what about you, Evan? You deserve more than quick fucks with groupies, don’t you?”