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?”
“I’ve lived this life far too long; I don’t think I can change,” he replied, 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 heading towards 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 towards 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 was 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 towards the house.
“Evan, put me down,” I squeal.
He continues up the stairs, through the lounge towards another wing of the house. Kicking open the door with his foot 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,” as 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.” Then 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 towards 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 say, looking down as I wiggle them. I shouldn’t have done that because staring back at me was 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 was satisfied I was clean his palm came 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 are mine even if it’s only for a short time.”
“Evan, I …” I didn’t get to finish that sentence because another smack landed on my ass.
“That was for kissing Blake in front of me.”
Evan’s lips captured mine in a punishing kiss. “I am the only one that gets to kiss you.”
I had nothing, completely lost in a sexual fog that Evan had created.
Another one followed 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. Turning around in his arms I let my thumb brush over his cheek and whisper, “I’m sorry I’ve made it hard for you,” as 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 my each of my sensual strokes.
“I never wanted him Evan, but you were … you were with someone else.”
Looking at me seriously, Evan grabbed my face. “I am so sorry, Sienna, you were so far under my skin 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 could feel his torment in the way he looked 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 is what I did Sienna, there was 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 nodded.
“Show me,” he growls, then steps back from me turning the taps off.
Shaking my head, I gasp, “I can’t.”
“That wasn’t the right answer,” Evan says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. 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. It was making me hot. I slowly spread my legs for him, and 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?” He asks.
I nodded yes, because it was 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 skilful 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 a 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 felt his weight against me as he slid into me.
“Fuck, Sienna, I love being inside of you, I could stay here forever,” he groans.
“Please Evan,” I plead.
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.