Suddenly Dirty (13 page)

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 rumbled at the thought of all that food. I couldn’t believe she had organized all this while I was asleep.

Pulling out a couple of beers from the fridge, clinking her bottle against mine, she smiled, “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 glowing 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 stated, shaking her head at me.

I am a little shocked; 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 react, 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 are 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, “No.”

She looks at me shocked, grabbing the remote turning off my football, she starts searching through the sports channels. Giving up quickly; apparently not finding what she was looking for, she jumps up and reaches for her phone. Searching through her phone and finding what she was looking for, she hands it to me. Sienna had pulled up a YouTube video. Hitting play, I watch as men in tank tops, and very tiny shorts, ran 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 frowned 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 couldn’t believe what I was 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 have 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 into her clothes and out of the robe she was in. Walking up behind her, nuzzling her neck, I whisper, “Thanks for today.”

“Do you think they have 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 have 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 have 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.

Throwing the pencil against the wall, frustrated because I have been sitting here for far too long, my fucking brain has turned to mush. Or could it be the fact that Sienna has gone out on a girls’ night with Vanessa, Isla and Derrick, that is making it hard for me to concentrate. The boys went to bed a while ago, after a couple of drinks, and I probably should have followed, but I couldn’t sleep, anxiously waiting for her to come home. I’ve been sitting on one of the couches in the entertainment room, staring up at the mirror ball strumming my guitar, praying that some divine intervention would come through those doors and inspire me. I need to stretch my body out. Standing, I do just that, cracking the bones with my movements.

Apparently, someone heard my prays because not five minutes later Sienna walks through the doors dressed in a tight t-shirt, no bra, and those damn yoga pants that leave nothing to the imagination.

“Shit, you scared me,” she says, stopping inside the room, looking a little uneasy on her feet from her night out with the girls.

“Just getting home?” I question, my eyes trailing over her. She’s scrubbed her makeup off and looks even more beautiful than she does all made up.

“Yep, came looking for you; you weren’t in your bed,” she answers with a giggle, walking closer towards me.

My eyes drop to her chest, her nipples pressing through her thin t-shirt. Fuck it’s sexy, my dick twitches at the view. Down boy, our girl is a little bit tipsy so we can’t go there.

“Good night then?”

She nods, her eyes looking at me hungrily.

“Miss me?” I ask

Sienna walks towards the steel stripper pole, her hand grabbing the steel.

Was she going to use the pole? I remember that first night when she commanded the attention of everyone as she twirled around the pole with Isla, but this time, she isn’t as drunk. I take a seat back on the sofa hoping to enjoy the show.

“Why are you still up, Evan?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” I confess

Sienna grabs the pole, swings around once, stopping in front of me, she asks, “Why?”

“Honestly?” I’m just going to lay it out there like a damn pussy but she is mesmerising me with her moves and those tits.

She nods.

“Because of you.”

“Me?” Her hand rests on her chest looking shocked by my answer.

“I was worried that some guy was going to touch you tonight and I wasn’t there to tell him to back off, that you are mine at the moment.”

“Jealous were you?” She smirks, as she twirls around the pole again.

“Yes,” I growl. It was the honest truth.

“What would you do if I told you someone touched me tonight?”

My fists grabbed the velvet sofa; someone better not have touched her.

Sienna arched her back and twisted around the pole, distracting me from the anger bubbling inside.

“Did you let someone touch you tonight, Sienna?” My voice is deep and stern. Sienna ignores me.

Spinning around, her feet were not touching the ground, they just hovered in the air before stopping and standing in front of me with a smile on her face. “Derrick and I took classes for two years, he was hopeless but apparently I have a natural ability.” She grins, grabs the pole and starts spinning around it again.

My dick was most definitely interested in what he was seeing. It was my personal strip show. Would she take off her clothes as the dance continued? Then I realize she’s distracting me from my question. “Sienna, I asked if someone touched you tonight and you didn’t answer me.”

“Not yet but the night is still young, Evan.” She smiles, giving me a wink.

Fuck, this woman has me by the balls, twirling around the pole. I palm my crotch as it grows underneath my jeans “You look so beautiful, I want to watch you.”

Her top teeth sink into her plump lower lip as she looks at me, giving me a smile. She starts her routine again; graceful, elegant, nothing sleazy about what she is doing on the pole. Slowly around she goes, but this time she starts touching herself.

Fuck! I adjust myself again.

Twisting round and round; her tits bounce with each movement. My eyes can’t stop watching her. She is sexy as hell. All I can think about is wanting her, taking her, having her, letting her know she is mine, because there is no way in hell she is ever going to perform something like that for any another man. My body is tense from the sexual arousal I am feeling. I can feel the blood rushing down through my body to my cock. I want to touch myself I want her to watch me pleasure myself. “Fuck, Sienna, you’ve made me so fucking hard,” I bark, while grabbing myself.

“Do you need to touch yourself, Evan?” She asks, while she dances for me.

“Yes.” I groan.

“I want you to touch yourself while I dance.”

This beautiful woman is bewitching me on a pole, and I am in fucking heaven right now. My cock sits painfully behind the zipper of my jeans. Sienna’s eyes are on me, watching every movement as my hands unfold from each other to undo my zipper.

Her eyes are stuck on my cock, she licks her lips, she fucking licks her lips, and my cock twitches. I know how much she loves sucking my cock. “Stop looking at me like that, sweetheart, otherwise I am going to pull you down on top of me and fuck you.”

She sighs and continues her sensual display for me.

Dragging my thumb over my pre-cum, my cock feels so sensitive; the slightest of touches makes me groan. Slowly, I pump my myself while Sienna’s hands trace over her body; I wish they were my hands tracing her body. Dipping between the valley of her tits, over the plains of her plump ass, nestling between her thighs. Fuck, the visual she was giving me was going to make me come in a couple of seconds. That would be embarrassing. Slow it down, Evan; slow it down, enjoy this ride. “Sienna you are fucking beautiful,” I murmur, stroking my aching length up and down, harder with each stroke.

Her eyes are flicking to mine as she gives me a small smile.

“Does watching me play with myself turn you on?”

Watching her falter a bit on the pole, sliding down she stops and looks at me.

“It’s the hottest thing I have ever seen,” she answers, sincerely.

Grabbing my dick, I rumble, “This is all for you, sweetheart. My cock has been aching for you all night. My mind has been going crazy about tonight, wondering if another man got to sample those perfect lips.”

“Only you, Evan,” she confesses.

Just like that, a weight is lifted from me. My hand grips tighter around my cock, silence filling the dark room, the only sound is my hand sliding over my skin. “That is why I had to touch myself. You make me lose control, Sienna.”

Her breath quickens with my words.

“What are you thinking about while you touch yourself,” she asks. My eyes widen while I watch her. “Sienna,” I growl at her in frustration.