Heaven Sent (2 page)

some room.

“Ivy. How is
my
girl?” The way

he just said
my girl
irritates me. He

grips my arm very tightly and I yank it

from his grip. What the hell is his

problem?

“I am
not anyone’s
girl.”

Aiden is next to me in a matter of

seconds. Aiden and I have been friends

since we met. In the beginning he

wanted to be more than friends. I think

he finally realized that my feelings for

Taron are much deeper than I let on and

he backed off. He started dating another

girl, but we still talk daily. We

sometimes meet for dinner or drinks

when he has time. He is pure country.

He is pure country cowboy with a

perfect gentleman demeanor.

“Get your hands off of Ivy.”

Aiden is in Dylan’s face the instant he

can be.

“You got a problem, cowboy?”

Dylan pushes Aiden back.

“Lay a hand on a girl and you are

the one with a big problem. It will be

the last time you use your hands.” Aiden

is dead serious with his threat. “Let’s

take

this outside.” The cowboys

surround Dylan.

Taron busts through the crowd that

has surrounded us. He slams into

Dylan’s chest with the rage of a fighter.

His force slams Dylan to the ground.

Taron has his arm pressing into Dylan’s

throat causing him to gasp for air.

“You

touch

her

again,

motherfucker, and I will personally make

sure

that

you

never live to see

tomorrow.” It takes four guys to pull

Taron off of Dylan. The cowboys escort

Dylan out of the bar and Taron is

outraged.

“What the fuck!” He begins to yell

in anger.

“Chill out brother.” Talon

attempts to calm his twin down.

“What did he say to you? Why is

he grabbing you like that? Why is

cowboy saving the fucking day?” He is

full of questions that I don’t know the

answer to.

“He just grabbed my arm tightly

and asked how his girl was doing. I told

him that I am not anyone’s girl and then

Aiden was there. Calm down, please.”

I’m starting to feel the stress of him

being this angry. My childhood was

spent with different men beating on my

mother every day. They used to talk to

her and look at her like he is talking to

me right now. I don’t think he would

ever hit me, but his rage is causing old

memories to surface that I am not ready

to deal with right now.

“Aiden saves the motherfucking

day. Doesn’t he?” He is angry with me.

Why is he so pissed at me?

“Aiden is just a friend. What is

your problem?” I grab him by the collar

of his t-shirt and pull his face to mine.

“Jealous much?”

“No one should be touching you

like that.”

“I agree and it has been handled.

Please don’t ruin tonight for us.” I beg

him as I hold him an inch from my face

trying to get him to focus on me. He

finally calms down just as Smitty shows

up to see what is going on. I’m thankful

that Smitty loves these guys. I’m

positive that all of our asses would have

been tossed if they weren’t the band that

fills

this

bar

every

time

they

schedule.

“I’m done tonight. The show is

over.” Taron begins to yell at everyone

that is surrounding us. The DJ starts to

play some music and the crowd finally

moves away.

“I’m ready to break out of here.”

He looks frustrated as he looks at me

over his shoulder. He has a hold of my

hand and our arms are extended between

us since I haven’t moved. I see Eaven

looking at us with a smile on her face.

I decide to walk in her direction

and Taron follows staying attached to my

hand. “We’re going to head out.” She

knows what we’re leaving to do. She

knows me better than I know myself

sometimes. She leans over to hug me

and manages to whisper in my ear so that

Taron can’t hear.

“Be careful my friend.” Then she

leans into a hug with him. She whispers

something in his ear that I can’t hear.

Taron

“Hurt her, and I will kill you.”

Eaven’s threat is heard loud and clear. I

have witnessed the bond that these two

share, and I know they will always

protect each other. My future sister-in-

law is a feisty survivor and I don’t plan

to cross her. She has proven that she

will fight for those she loves.

It takes entirely too long to exit the

club. People are everywhere and every

time I turn around some girl from one of

my past hookups is lingering in my view

waiting for the opportunity to ‘meet’ up

with me. I know Ivy can sense what

these girls are after because she gets

defensive before we get out the door.

“Jealous much?” I decide the best

way to approach this is to be playful and

throw her words right back at her.

“Um…. No. Like I have always

said, if you want ‘cock rot’ feel free to

play the field, just don’t expect me to

hang around.” She is extremely sassy

with that fucking mouth of hers. It is

what I love and hate so much about her

equally. She is a breath of fresh air

compared to all of the groupies that I am

flooded with constantly.

I have been holding out for Ivy

since we started spending so much time

together

after Eaven’s

accident.

“There’s no ‘cock rot’ here. My dick

may fall off from lack of use lately, but I

know that I’m clean. I always wrap it

and I get tested regularly.”

I have to protect myself from the

lot lizards of the concert scene. They

will agree with everything I say or want

to do. It’s like they are spineless

females that expect me to give them a

great fuck and then they know the drill.

They head out. I may hit four girls in the

same night if I start at the club.

I haven’t had any interest in any of

them lately. Been there, fucked that.

There is a sexy brunette that has

had all of my attention. I love a

challenge. She acts like she isn’t

interested in me, but I know that if she

has a taste, she will love it. I can’t wait

to see if that sassy mouth is just as feisty

in the bedroom. If it is, I may not be

able to stand it.

I get lost in her fucking eyes. Her

eyes are a dark blue around the outer

edge and fade into a lighter blue, then

mix with a yellow tint that continues to

her pupil. It is like looking into the blue

water of a swimming pool. Combine

that with her dark brown hair that is so

long that the curls fall to the middle of

her back, her full lips that I can’t wait to

see thoroughly kissed, and her gorgeous

figure, that I want to kiss in its entirety,

and you have the ingredients to the

dreams that have fucked with my sleep

for weeks.

She is different than any girl that I

have ever talked to. She doesn’t take

anyone’s shit. She is independent. She

is hot as fuck. She seems up for anything

and I can’t wait to see just how
up for

anything
she actually is.

We finally reach my truck and I

lead her to the driver’s side door with

me. She stops walking and starts to stare

at me. I can’t stop myself from reaching

around her and filling my hands with her

ass. I have wanted to do this since I met

her. I’m happy to find out that it’s just as

tight as it looks every time I check it out.

She jumps up and wraps her legs

around my hips and then grabs my face.

She lines up our faces again and we just

look into each other’s eyes being only

separated by inches. I have always

known that there is a truth about her, but

you really get a deep look into her this

close. I can feel her threats. I can tell

she is scared to let me in. I can see that

she is past the point of letting this be a

casual fuck.

I continue to hold her as she

straddles my body. Her intense stare is

making my dick scream for attention.

Call me a pig, but that is exactly what

she is doing to me. I lean in to kiss her

and she pulls her head back to prevent

our lips from touching. I take the few

steps forward to lean her up against the

door continuing to hold her around my

waist. I let my hands roam and begin to

lean in again. She uses her hands to stop

me.

“I don’t share,” she says with a

definite seriousness that can’t be

mistaken.

“Do you think you can handle

that?”

This is new to me. Not the fact

that a girl wants to ask this, but the fact

that I want to be able to do this. I want

to be with Ivy completely. But I like to

ride the line and take on a challenge, and

this girl is exactly that right now. How

will I feel once she is mine?

Who am I kidding? This girl is

going to be a challenge every day of her

life.

“Do you think that
you
can handle

it?” I decide to again throw the question

right back at her. After all, we are the

same when it comes to this.

“I know I can.”

“Then, so can I.” I say with a

confidence that surprises even me.

“You’re going on tour in the

morning and you’re promising me tonight

that you won’t sleep around while you

are gone.”

“My dick is so hard right now that

I will promise you the god-damn moon.

What more do you want from me? I told

you that I won’t fuck around. What is

with you wanting to have exclusive

rights to my dick, anyway? I haven’t

seen you be exclusive with anyone yet.

In fact, I haven’t even heard any stories

of you being in a relationship like that at

all.”

“Just shut up and take me home.” I

notice how she changes the subject and

decide to let her off the hook for now,

because she is finally dropping this

issue. I also have no choice because she

leans toward me and begins kissing me.

I’m not an idiot who would back away

from her kiss. She has a way of gently

sucking on my tongue and lips and that

makes my dick wild.

I stand there holding her while she

begins to take out her frustration on me

through her kiss. I like a girl who goes

after what she wants and Ivy is not afraid

to take it. The only problem I have is

that I have yet to get her to give back. I

did fuck up the first time I had her

cornered. She isn’t lying when she says

she doesn’t share. I guess I am glad she

didn’t take the bait that night, because

when I decide to make a girl mine, she

will be mine, period.

I had no idea what kind of girl I

had backstage with me that night. The

only thing I knew was that I liked what I

saw and I loved what I felt.

She still does it all for me. Her

body, mouth and all, flips a trigger in me

that absolutely make me crazy to have a

piece of her.

Our kiss has quickly become a

desperate attack on each other. She

pulls away from my mouth only to lie

back against the door of the truck.

“Hell yes!” I take this as an invite

to get a taste of her tits, which are

fucking gorgeous by the way. I move my

hands up her sides and expect her to

slide down, but she grips tight and stays

straddled around my waist. I use the

same finger that I did earlier and slide it

down the middle of her chest again.

This time I pull her shirt further down

and let the girls out to play. I knew she

wasn’t wearing a bra, just like every

other fucking guy noticed.

I use my hands to caress and wrap