“Hailey.” The deep, timbered voice mumbles beside me. My head is hurting badly; my mouth is dry and there is an enormous tattooed arm imprisoning me against them. I can feel the distinct morning wood against my bare back, as one leg wraps around mine. Claustrophobia is clawing its way through my body; who the hell am I in bed with and why the hell do they think I’m Hailey?
“I’m so sorry, the baby, the baby.”
The voice mumbles again behind me; this hangover is a real bitch or maybe I am still drunk but the mumble sounds a lot like Evan. Looking down at the arm holding me I notice the colorful art; fuck, it is Evan. How the hell did I end up in bed with Evan? Looking down my body, I notice I’m only in my underwear. Shit! Last night is pretty foggy, I don’t remember much.
“Fucking bastard.” Evan yells out, as he grips me tightly making me scream and waking him up.
Evan sits up momentarily stunned. Blinking he tries to get his bearings as he turns towards me. “Sienna?” He says my name in a question.
“Who’s Hailey?” I ask, looking at him. He goes pale and turns quiet. Shit, fuck this. I jump out of the bed quickly grabbing my dress on the floor.
“Sienna, wait.”
Turning around I hold the dress against me trying to hide my near nakedness, while he runs his hand over his head.
“Please don’t go, let me, um, shit … let me explain.”
My stomach is doing somersaults; it’s probably from my hangover but maybe a little to do with whoever this Hailey person is. Hesitantly Evan moves back against the headboard patting the bed beside him. Sighing, I put my dress on and join him in bed.
He puts his arm around my shoulder pulling me across his chest. His other hand is holding me securely in place.
“How are you feeling this morning?” His lips touch my ear, sending shivers through my body.
“Fine, but don’t change the subject.”
Evan takes a deep breath and slowly blows it out. “Hailey was my high school ex-girlfriend.”
Okay, that’s not so bad. At least it wasn’t a groupie from last night.
“We were young and in love, she never wanted to leave Texas. I wanted to be a rock star; so you can see where this is going.”
Nodding, I understood, because well … obviously he’s single.
“We had started making it big on the festival circuit and Hailey was going well in medical school until we found out she was pregnant. The world stopped and everything that was wrong in our relationship started to become glaringly obvious. When she lost the baby I stayed on tour instead of going home and helping her grieve. I was an idiot. I sent my best friend, Kevin, to help her. I lost myself to alcohol and drugs to cope.”
I could feel Evan tensing beside me, and I had a good idea what he is going to say next.
“I came home early from the tour to surprise her. I got on the first plane out of LA to Houston. I wanted to show her how I had cleaned myself up and got my act together. I was going to propose; I wanted to make her happy for being a pretty shitty boyfriend since losing the baby. But I was the one who was surprised. I found her and Kevin in bed together. Apparently my best friend had been looking after her since the miscarriage. They had grown closer the more time I spent away.”
Rolling over I put my arm around Evan and gave him a hug. I knew exactly how that felt – finding the person you love with someone else.
“It’s taken me a long time to get over it. They are both happily married to each other and have a couple of kids. They run their own medical practice in Houston; I’ve even caught up with them over the years. Kevin was always more suited to Hailey, they both wanted the same things. I just happened to ask her out first in high school.”
“I don’t think I would be so forgiving?”
Wrapping his arms around me he held me tight. “I never want to go through that again, ever. It took me a very long time to forgive them both, especially the first time I ran into them, but they are happy together. I couldn’t see myself with the white picket fence, living in one spot, kids and everything.”
My stomach flipped flopped thinking about our little mistake, the chances of something happening is like 1% but listening to him saying he is happy to be single, with no kids, and travel the world stung a little.
“Guess it makes sense why you only pick up groupies then.”
Evan tensed at my words but didn’t answer me. We sat in silence for a moment before I changed the subject.
“I’m sorry about your ex. I understand what you’re going through.” I added.
Feeling sick, last night flashed through my head. Fuck, I was a hot mess. “About last night, Evan,” I began, turning to him again.
He gave me a broad smile. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, you hear me. I just want to know if you are okay” He questions, his blue eyes holding my attention.
“Yeah, I think so; last night was a shock seeing his baby in the flesh. It made it all real seeing how happy he looked with Diana. Maybe I’ve been hiding my feelings about it all because I’ve been so far away but I couldn’t stop all the messages from people wondering how I was going. I was doing really well until they all decided to call me.”
Evan looked at me and asked, “Do you still love him?”
“Yes and No,” I responded.
I felt Evan tense beside me.
“Ten years is a long time to be with someone, Evan. Most of those years were good. But do I love him as my husband? Do I love him enough to take him back? No. But I do enjoy our memories. Does that make sense?”
“So, if by some reason he left her and ended up on your doorstep telling you he made a mistake you wouldn’t think about taking him back.”
“How could I ever take him back after everything? Old memories don’t wipe out the new ones. No way in the world could I ever go back to him. I’ve changed too much; I’m not the same person I was all those months ago.”
Evan let out a breath and gave me a smile, the tension from earlier looking like it had left him.
“Can we please forget about last night? I am so embarrassed.”
Bursting out laughing, Evan surprised me by pulling me onto his lap. “Getting drunk, dancing on some tables. Please, I’ve done way more embarrassing things than that. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Sienna; everyone can understand why you did what you did.”
My legs are straddled across Evan’s jean clad legs, my hands resting on his naked shoulders. Smiling at him I say, “Thank you for looking after me and being a good friend, Evan.”
Evan frowns. “What happens if I don’t want to be just your friend, Sienna?”
My heart races with a little excitement, not really understanding what he means. I remain silent, not knowing what to say.
Running his fingers through my hair his palms cup my face. “I like having you in my life, Sienna, in my bed. I like being around you, I like hanging out with you. I hate seeing you with other men … it drives me crazy, because you should be mine.”
My heart stopped. What is he saying?
“I want you. There is something between us and I want to explore it. You feel it too, don’t you?”
Nodding because I couldn’t talk, he had rendered me speechless.
“You and I explore whatever is happening between us, no labels just you and me together until whatever it is between us runs its natural course. No dating anyone else, I can’t go another night seeing you in the arms of another man. I just can’t,” he expressed, looking pained as he laid everything out for me.
“Do you only want me because I might be pregnant?”
Evan looked shocked at my question.
“Fuck, no. I’ve wanted you for months, Sienna. I wanted you the first moment Vanessa showed me your picture. I wanted you the moment I found you in my bed, the moment my lips touched you, the moment you moaned my name as I made you come. I have wanted you so badly every day that it’s making me crazy. I don’t care if you are pregnant or not; I want you.” He declared, kissing me with passion and hunger. I could feel his emotions in the kiss as it starts out soft and gentle and then quickly intensifies with liquid heat pulsating through our bodies.
My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending heating up, slowly I grind myself against Evan’s jeans, the friction of his buttons rubbing my clit.
“Sienna, fuck, I’ve missed you,” Evan groans, biting my lip.
My hands are roaming over his naked chest; I need more, we both need more. My fingers find the buttons of his jeans; one by one I unbuttoned them to find him commando under the jeans; Fuck, that is sexy. Pulling out his thick cock and slowly working my hand up and down his length; it was my turn to take control as Evan had just laid everything out on the table for me. I wanted to show him what it meant to me, what he meant to me. Breaking our kiss, I shimmied back a bit and knelt between his thighs while bringing his cock to my mouth.
“Fuck,” Evan moans, his fingers entangling in my hair as I take him further into my mouth. Small, slow sucks around the head, licking from balls to tip, then plunging it further down my throat, as far as it would go without gagging. Sucking him hard I moved my mouth up to the head again, tasting his salty arousal on my tongue. My hands still pumping in time with my mouth.
“Fuck, seeing your mouth wrapped around my cock; it’s a beautiful thing,” Evan groans, as I work him over, his length thickening even more. With one swift move, I am ripped away from his cock and flying through the air, landing on my back on the bed.
“As much as I love having your hot little mouth on my dick, now it’s my turn to have your hot pussy against my tongue.”
The pleasure his tongue gives me is indescribable. My eyes roll to the back of my head with ecstasy. His tongue laps at my sensitive clit with long licks. The pleasure intense, I can hear my soft moans coming from my throat.
“Fuck, I could never get sick of your taste, Sienna.”
My heart starts beating loudly in my chest, his dirty words taking me higher and higher with each sweep of his tongue until he brings me soaring as I scream out his name. My orgasm ripping me apart.
He wipes his face on the sheet before traveling up my body, his smug face looking at me.
“I love making you come, Sienna. Please don’t make me stop.”
Shaking my head at him, I couldn’t speak. It seems he had rendered me speechless.
“Good, sweetheart, because I am going to make you come every damn day until you don’t want me anymore.”
That was the thing I was worried about. What happens if that day never comes?