Authors: Hilary Storm
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