Heaven Sent (11 page)

I exit the shower and glance over

my body. My skin looks better, but not

perfect. There is definitely a real ugly

bruise on my side. I throw on a t-shirt

and open the door. The steam begins to

drift out of the room and I take a few

more minutes to brush out my long hair.

I can feel him watching me, so I

enjoy a little tease of my own. I bend

over to get my clothes making sure that

he can see between my legs in the

process. I hear him approaching so I

slowly stand up knowing he is about to

invade my space again. I feel his hips

touch first. He is careful not to

overwhelm me with his hands. I know

he is holding back and I appreciate it. I

turn my face until we are touching.

I lean back into his chest and close

my eyes. I hear him inhale deeply next

to my hair and feel his face brush up

against mine.

I melt when I feel his finger slide

down my face and then slowly graze my

arm all the way down. He doesn’t try to

grope me. He just slides a few fingers in

between mine and gently squeezes. A

tear runs down my cheek and I let it fall.

There is no way I can just be friends

with him.

That ship has sailed.

He’s flirted his way into my heart,

and to be honest I don’t want to fight it

anymore. He can be gentle and caring.

He has proven it when he stood by my

through Eaven’s hell, and now he stands

by me through my own.

“It’s about time to leave for the

airport,” he whispers.

“Ok,” I say through heavy breath.

“I’ll put some clothes on and I’ll be

ready shortly.” I smile because I know

this is only just the beginning and I’m

ready to escape the reality of home.

We make it to the airport. The

Rebel Walking agent sent us a private jet

to travel on. It’s extremely nice and by

far the best treatment that I’ve received

when traveling. I sit in the seat and try

to prepare for this trip. The trip that I

will never forget for as long as I live

because memories like this will stick

with a person forever.

Just as we are about to take off,

Eaven grabs my hand. “Leave it all in

the past! Only forward from here.” She

is reminding me that I’m not alone in

this. She gets what I’m going through

even though I refuse to share specific

details with her. She has always been

here for me. I love this girl and would

do anything for her.

“Yes. Only forward.” I smile and

feel the stress begin to leave my

shoulders. The weight of the world on

my shoulders gets lighter the further we

fly away from Missouri.

I look over at Taron and catch him

looking at me. His smile is infectious

and I’m forced to smile back. His eyes

pierce straight into mine and I see the

look of want and desire spread across

his face. I think he purposely sat across

from me so he could watch me. I use my

phone to text him.

Ivy; You a member yet?
I watch his

face light up and he looks back at me

with a raised brow and that gorgeous

smile.

Taron: Not YET!

Ivy: Me neither! <3

I realize this is probably one of the

only firsts we will get to experience

with each other. I feel great right now

and that is enough incentive to make it

happen. I unbuckle my seatbelt and look

into his eyes again. There is no need to

speak now and I move to the back of the

airplane. I follow the small hall until I

find a door. When I open it, I’m

surprised to see a bed. I don’t even

bother closing the door behind me

because I know Taron is on my heels. I

stop in the middle of the small room.

He closes the door and moves in

behind me. “Are you sure you’re ready

for

this?” His whisper sounds

desperate. I know he would never force

me to do anything that I’m not ready for.

“I’m ready.” That is all it took.

His arms and large hands consume my

body instantly. He is quick to unbutton

my jeans and his touch burns my skin as

he begins his way into my panties.

His other hand slides under my

shirt until he reaches my tender breasts.

My skin explodes in goose bumps and

I’m quickly reaching the heights of the

first orgasm his talented hands will

unleash on me. I let out a soft moan and

try to quietly work through the pleasure

he is providing.

His lips press against my temple

just as my breathing slows enough to

comprehend his movements.

Why in the hell did I push him

away for the last twenty-four hours? He

is o-magical and there is no need to deny

myself this feeling ever again.

Taron

She is fucking gorgeous during an

orgasm. I make a note to always watch

her when she comes. Sexy as hell.

I start to place kisses on her as she

comes down from her pleasure. I’m not

going to push for more. I will let her

lead us into whatever she is comfortable

with.

I turn her to face me. Looking into

her blue eyes, I see something I haven’t

seen since our night together. Desire.

She wants this. I rest my forehead on

hers and stare into my woman’s eyes and

thank God that she is back.

Her lips crash into mine and her

tongue is quickly maneuvering its way

around my mouth. Her kiss is forceful

and aggressive, just the way I remember

it. She begins to suck on my tongue and I

edge her back against the wall.

She wraps her legs around my

waist again and I fight the urge to move

my hands, so I use them to hold her

around me. Her hands begin to explore

and she runs her fingers through my hair.

She grips my hair tight and pulls my

mouth from hers. Our breaths in unison,

we lock our eyes into each other’s.

“Taron, please make love to me.

Don’t hold back. I want your hands on

me. I want to feel you everywhere.”

This is the invitation I’ve been waiting

for. I want her to be ready and she is

obviously asking for it.

I reach for her shirt just as she

reaches for mine. In record time we are

chest to chest. Her hard nipples smash

into me and I reach inside her jeans for

her ass. The sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.

My palms are filled with flesh, yet I

want more. She slides down and we

both make quick work of our jeans. I

pull out a condom before I drop the

denim. She watches closely as I wrap it

up. I watch her face for any sign that we

need to stop.

Her eyes meet mine and I know

it’s a go. I lift her around my waist and

don’t even bother moving to the bed. I

watch her closely as I slowly enter her.

Her expression is nothing but pleasure

and there isn’t a single ounce of pain

rushing over her.

I begin to move in slow purposeful

thrusts. This is much slower than I

usually go for, but it just seems right like

this. I love the feel of being inside of

her. It is where I belong.

I begin to slide my tongue down

her neck and lay kisses on the side of her

f a c e . Our movements complete the

perfect sensation and I know her release

is coming soon. I can feel her tighten her

muscles around me and this is when I’m

done for.

She lets her eyes close and her

head falls back as we both find our

release at the same time. I stand there

and look at her until my heart rate lowers

enough to move, then I carry her to the

bed to sit on the edge with her straddled

around me.

“Welcome to the club,” she says

with a seductive smile. She is so

fucking hot. I love the different faces of

Ivy. She keeps me on my toes.

“You ready for the walk of

shame?” Her question confuses me.

“It’s the walk of fame, babe. They

will wish they thought of it first.” She

smiles and begins to climb off of me. I

notice the bruising on her side for the

first time. I brush my fingers over it and

she instantly tenses up. She rushes to

pick up her clothes, never turning her

face back to me. I walk to her and she

tries to hide her chest behind her shirt.

That mother fucker took this away

from me too? Where is her confidence?

Where is the girl that stood proudly

naked in front of me?

I pull her shirt away and watch her

struggle to stay calm. Her eyes follow

my fingers as I brush over the coloring

again.

“Ivy, I’m sorry that asshole did

this to you, but don’t let him win by

taking away who you are. You aren’t

shy or afraid to be naked around me. I

don’t want you to let him take that from

us. You are gorgeous, don’t hide it.”

“I hate the constant reminder of

what happened to me. I want to move

past it, but I’m constantly pulled back by

a memory. I’m trying. It’s my problem

to deal with, just give me some time.”

“Babe, we will work through it

together. I’m here with you.”

~Ten~

Ivy

He says all of the right things, but

this is my struggle. I refuse to burden

hi m with my drama. I’m not a needy

bitch. Not to mention I’m already

depending on him for so many things. I

don’t want to depend on him to heal.

Our flight is almost over and I

don’t miss the smirks that Talon and Ev

shoot at us when we go back to join

them. Taron flops down in the seat and

pulls me on to his lap. His arms wrap

around me and he pulls me back against

his chest.

“Now this is how it’s supposed to

be,” he whispers in my ear. He always

sends chills through my body when he

does that. I think he knows that, which is

why he chooses to do it so often. I let

the chills run and fold my arms over his.

I love this feeling. You know, the

feeling that everything is going to be just

fine and that life will go on.

As soon as we land we are rushed

out and into a limo. The security guard

quickly tells us he has orders to get us to

the concert. I feel the rush of our future

spread through me. Let the excitement

begin! They aren’t even the main show

yet. I can’t even imagine what that will

be like.

We arrive at the set after a short

ride from the airport. Eaven and I are

left standing to watch the craze of all of

the equipment being set up. The guys are

in their element. This is a passion for

them. You can see the excitement on

their face as the guitarist, Luke, joins

them. This band fits together very well.

Lilly rounds these guys off on the bass

guitar.

Luke makes his way to Ev and I.

He is sporting that killer grin that melts

the ladies. This is Luke Jacobs, Eaven’s

hot cousin that I love to flirt with. It has

never meant anything to me, but it has

always been fun torturing Eaven. She

worries that we will end up going for it

and one of us will mess it up bad. He is

one sexy, freaking hot guy, but he is more

of a cousin to me. I could never cross

that line. I do notice he has a few more

tattoos than he did the last time I saw

him without a shirt on.

“How are my girls?” He leans in

to hug both of us at the same time. He

stops mid hug and lifts his hands to my

face, and it pisses me off that it’s about

my damn face again. Can we just get

move on from the fact that I have

bruises?

“Who did this to you? Who do I

need to kill right now?” He is angry.

Just like everyone else around me is. I

can hardly handle the anger myself.

How am I supposed to calm everyone