We also jumped onto the train, and then the paddle steamer; we tried some old fashioned shooting games in Frontierland too. Growing up on the farm, I had those city slickers beat; of course, I was the champion, winning a huge Mickey Mouse that I gave to Sienna. She declined it which hurt a little, but then I realized she wanted me to give it to a little girl in a wheelchair who had been watching us instead. It was such a generous thing for her to do. I’ve met heaps of women who would have cherished that toy as if it was gold bullion.
As day turned into night, we decided we would head out to Downtown Disney for a meal then back again to watch the fireworks. We settled on the House of Blues for music and booze. The ladies’ appreciated the cocktail menu, and we feasted on burgers, salads and maybe one too many cocktails. The conversation was flowing nicely; everyone was in such a great mood. Christian even suggested we get up on the stage for an impromptu concert; maybe he was drunker than we thought, but after the girls started shrieking with delight, we did just that. The manager quickly kicked off the house band and handed over their equipment.
“Good Evening.” Axel croons into the mic; the crowded dining room and bar erupting into cheers.
“Just thought we would give you a little jam session before we head to Europe on tour, and if there is anyone out there not sure who we are, we are Dirty Texas.”#p#分页标题#e#
The crowd goes crazy; girls run to the front of the stage trying to get closer to us. Our girls were right up there with them, pretending to be crazy fans screaming our names. I think they may have had a little too much sun and cocktails. Sienna looks gorgeous with her sun-kissed skin and pink cheeks. She’s dressed in a stupid Elsa from Frozen t-shirt and a pair of pink Minnie Mouse ears. Her face lighting up while catching my gaze as we launch into our first song, and biggest hit, “Dirty.”
Never taking my eyes off Sienna, as my fingers played with the strings of the guitar, I sang into my microphone. I was singing to her as if I was giving her a private show. She stood in front of me singing, dancing and shaking her booty. I never felt more alive than I did at that moment, the first time in a long time I played for someone I wanted to impress. I tried to show her a piece of my soul, laid bare, just for her.
Maybe it was me that had way too much sun; thinking these thoughts and shaking my head because Sienna and I were only temporary. Once we arrived in London, that was it, no more sneaking around. It pained me, but I needed to break the connection that’s happening between us. So, I let my eyes look around the stage area where it was now four-person deep of screaming women, all trying to get our attention, and stupidly I decided to give it to them. I needed to start distancing myself from her.
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“OMG, Evan,” Sienna pants.
I have her bent over the sink in my bathroom attached to my room on the plane. Yeah, yeah, I know what I said. We would stop this once we were on the plane heading to London, but I changed my mind. I needed to have her one last time. Especially when she walks onto the plane in that white summer dress, her skin is all glowing from our days spent lying naked on the beach in Malibu. Her fucking vanilla scented perfume tickling my nose, making my dick twitch. Technically, we are still on American soil being on this plane. Yeah, it’s a pretty thin excuse but I’ll take it because I am currently balls deep in Sienna.
The past month with Sienna has been fun, and not because of all the sex we have been having either. She’s been heaps of fun to hang out with as well, in a non-sexual way. Days spent at the beach, getting tattoos, lazing by the pool, hanging out in the gym, her teaching me yoga and, of course, the day spent at Disneyland, which I admit I went kicking and screaming to but, in the end, had such a great time. The sex afterwards was fucking amazing, really no different to any other time I have fucked her, but this time she was tipsy and got a little freaky in the bedroom with me.
In her inebriated state she convinced me to wear the Mickey Mouse ears while we fucked. She thought I looked cute in them but, in the end, it made us giggle so much we couldn’t continue. Can’t remember the last time I was silly with a girl. The nights spent having her curled up in my arms as we fell asleep watching one of her reality TV shows felt so right – it scares the fuck out of me.
“Evan, we have to stop, we can’t keep doing this,” she says, cleaning herself up, checking her reflection in the mirror.
My fingers grip into her hips as I kiss her neck. “I know.”
Deep down I know it has to end because I will fuck it up. But now the time has come and I’m not sure if I can give her up.