Banded Together (Rebel Walking #2.5)

by Storm, Hilary

  Banded Together

  Copyright © 2014 Hilary Storm

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Printed in the United States of America

  This novella is dedicated to my fans who begged to hear more from the Walker twins.

  Chapter One

  Eaven

  "Hey, baby, I can't wait ‘til you're officially Mrs. Walker." His deep whisper pulls me out of my almost asleep state. I roll over to face him and even though it's dark, I watch his face. Nose to Nose.

  "I'm already yours. You know this." So much has happened since he proposed. We were going to wait another year, but Talon is ready to make it official. I love his urgency—I'm ready, too—but I don’t want to rush it with everything that’s going on with the band and the trial.

  Rebel Walking lost their spot on the tour when Taron was arrested. We've spent the last five months, either in court or in limbo, waiting for something to happen. A few months ago Taron was released from all charges, but the Walker's haven't rested while the trial for Dylan has been on going. Luckily, this morning he was found guilty on multiple counts of attempted rape, attempted murder and countless other offenses. He will be spending many years in prison, which is where he belongs.

  The instant relief when the verdict was read was so peaceful. We should be celebrating, but everyone is too exhausted to do anything today.

  "I know, but I want the world to know."

  "They do. Are you kidding me? We're always together."

  "We could just do something small at the lake house. We could walk down to the beach and get married next to the water—just have our family and the crew there to share it with us. Avery can be the flower girl. I’d have Taron, Holden, and Luke on my side and of course you’d have Ivy, Lilly, and Macy on yours.

  "You have this all planned out, don't you?" I sit up in bed and begin to think of all the stuff I'll need to do to pull this off.

  "All of the important stuff, I do." He rolls onto his back, pulling my hands toward him. "Come here, baby."

  I work my way into a straddle on top of the man who holds my whole heart. "We're not going to stress over this. Let's just keep it simple." I let his words soak in. I can't wait to be Mrs. Talon Walker and it really isn't my style to have a huge wedding, anyway. I figured he would've wanted one, but I'm relieved he doesn't.

  "Simple. I like it." His hands begin to roam over my body and I take the opportunity to rotate my hips just right so that he feels my warmth. Sleeping naked has its benefits.

  "You wicked, wicked woman. Don't you dare tease me." His fingers pinch my nipples as he thrusts upward, reminding me what he's packing. His erection moves right where I want it to.

  "Oh, I'm not teasing." My breathy voice amuses him.

  "What's so funny?" This time it's my impatience that's obvious.

  "You're always so ready for me. You never disappoint."

  "Damn straight. Have you ever seen yourself?" I lower my mouth to his chest and begin nibbling over his chest and neck. His hands continue to roam over my body, sending chills in every direction. My hair falls over my face and he uses his hand to swipe it to one side. I feel his hand leave me and his body stretch toward the nightstand right before he flicks on the light.

  He loves to watch me during sex. It strikes me to the depths of my soul when he does this. His stare pierces straight through my body the entire time. It's raw and so real, but I love it.

  I lift my torso back up and watch him tuck his arms beside his head. My fingers run over and through the ridges of his defined stomach. He works hard to stay sculpted and I never miss the opportunity to truly appreciate his efforts.

  My fingers follow the muscles straight to where our hips meet. I slowly lift my hips and enjoy that his shaft lifts to the exact spot I need it to be. Sliding down onto him, I close my eyes and love the feeling of him filling me completely. With my hands splayed across his abs, I begin to move slowly.

  My focus on how he feels is consuming me. I open my eyes to watch him, not surprised when I find him staring deep into my eyes. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I continue my motions. He allows me to move completely on my own; I love when he gives me control. There are too many times he can't wait any longer and he takes over.

  I work him slowly until his heated release sends me into my own orgasm. Our eyes never leave each other’s and his arms are still tucked behind his head. I lean down to kiss his lips and he envelops me in his arms. The touch of his hands on my sweaty body makes me want to drag him into the shower with me.

  "I fucking love you." His words make me smile.

  "You're such a romantic." I pinch his nipple as I lean up.

  "What? I do!"

  "I know you do. I love you, too!"

  "So marry me."

  "I am marrying you."

  "Today."

  "We can't get married today. I need to get a few things together."

  "Okay. Tomorrow."

  "You are impossible."

  "This weekend. Saturday. That gives you five days."

  Can I do everything in five days? My mind starts rushing through all the places I need to go, things I need to do. He palms my face with both hands and leans up so that we’re eye to eye. "We're not going to stress out over this." He pulls me in for a kiss. "We are going to enjoy this week and look forward to starting our lives together. Let me plan everything."

  "You want to plan our wedding?"

  "Sure. Why not? It's not that big of a deal. I just need you there looking fucking gorgeous, a ring and me."

  "What about the cake, my dress, invites, photographer, decorations, music, your tux...."

  "Hold up. Let's just do this together." I watch him reach for his phone.

  "Mom, I'm getting married Saturday." He holds the phone away from his ear and hits speaker. I can hear her scream echo distortedly through the phone.

  "Oh, Talon! I'm so excited for you guys. Eaven is already considered family, though. What can I do to help?"

  "Well, I'd like you to see if we can borrow the lake house from the Peterson's. We need to call the family and tell them—since we won't have time for invitations—and I'm going to let you handle making it look ready for a wedding. We want to keep it simple, so don't go overboard." His conversation continues for some time while he explains to her what he wants.

  "Out by the water. We’ll need room for the set, too, so work on that. Rebel Walking will play that night." I watch my man in amazement. Is he for real? I've never really had any specific plans for my wedding day; I just always focused on who I would share the big day with. Sadly, in all of my thoughts about that day, I never dreamed how much I would love my guy. It's hard to imagine unless you've felt this way before.

  He hangs up with his mom and dials another number, keeping it on speaker. "Hey, mom! I'm marrying your daughter on Saturday." My mom reacts very similar to the way his did. That sexy smile spreads across his face even more. How the hell did I get so lucky? The
smirk on Talon's face as he handles the details is so damn sexy. I want to kiss him all over right now.

  I watch him take my stress and relieve it little by little with each phone call. He asks Mom to work with his mom on most of the decorations and food. Of course she agrees because that's how both of our mothers are. His next call is Ivy, just like I knew it would be.

  "Hey Ivy, I'm going to need you Saturday. We need a photographer for our wedding and I want up close and personal pics. It's perfect because you'll be right up front as a bridesmaid." I'm a little surprised when Ivy doesn't show as much enthusiasm. I need to check in on her today. She's been through so much with the trial and I know she hasn't been sleeping well.

  Talon looks at me with an inquisitive reaction to Ivy's awkward silence and I simply shrug. "Yeah, for sure I'll do it. I'm happy for you guys."

  "Geez Ivy, can you be a little more excited?"

  "I'm sorry. Of course I'm excited for the two of you. You are the perfect couple and I've always been your biggest fan. It will make me so happy to share your day with you. I don’t mean to sound like I'm not excited; I'm just really tired."

  "Is my brother there?"

  "Yeah, just a sec." Talon takes the phone off of speaker to talk to Taron.

  "You taking care of your girl? ‘Cause she sounds off."

  "Yeah, okay, just making sure. Hey... I need a bachelor party this Friday. Ev and I are doin’ this on Saturday. Of course I need you there with me when we do this." Wait a second. I can't help but raise a curious brow to the kind of trouble a bachelor party thrown by Taron will bring.

  "Oh, and Ivy needs to be in on it because we're going to make it a bachelorette party as......." He’s obviously interrupted by Taron complaining.

  "We'll do that for yours if you ever man the fuck up. I want everyone in on it together. Make it happen, Taron." Talon's face lights up with amusement as I'm sure Taron is still protesting.

  "Oh, and we need to have a session. Get Luke and Lilly scheduled and let me know when it is. I need to beat the shit out of those drums soon." His conversation ends and he smiles at me. He's pretty proud of himself.

  "Is that you planning our wedding?"

  "That’s me letting the people that mean the most to us be a part of our big day. Get dressed. I’m taking you shopping."

  "Oh really? What are we shopping for?"

  "You need something to wear on your big day." He pulls me into his arms and his hands begin to roam just like they always do. How do we ever get anything done when neither one of us can keep our hands to ourselves?

  "Nice try. You can't see me in my dress before the wedding."

  He leans down to pull my attention to his eyes. "Who says we're going dress shopping? I'm thinking of what you're going to wear under that dress."

  "Who says I'm going to wear anything under the dress? So you're worried about how sexy my lingerie will be?"

  "I'm not worried, just curious. Now, let's go shopping." He ends the statement with a swat to my ass.

  "I'm not going anywhere without a shower."

  "I can help you with that, too!"

  "I fully expect you to."

  Chapter Two

  Ivy

  This has been the longest six months of my life. Fighting in court to make sure Dylan pays for everything he’s done has been exhausting. The nightmares have been the worst. Taron has been there every night, kissing and caressing me through the emotions of reliving those awful moments with Dylan.

  I just keep thinking about how much worse things could be right now if I hadn’t stopped Taron from beating Dylan to death. I run my open hand over my stomach and wait for her to kick again.

  Dylan had tortured me so badly by stalking and attempting to rape me, that Taron was fucking done. When Taron finally got his hands on Dylan, he wouldn't stop. His fist just kept bashing and smashing Dylan's face. My screams begin to ring through my ears.

  "STOP! I'M PREGNANT! YOU'RE GOING TO BE A FATHER! Please stop! Please, please, please. You're going to be a daddy. Please stop for our baby." His rage terrified me and there is no doubt in my mind those were the only words that would've stopped him.

  "Mmmmm. Bring me those gorgeous tits, babe." Taron is completely insatiable now that I have pregnancy boobs. I've always had decent-sized girls, but shit if everything isn't swelling up. My sex drive is out of control. It was bad enough with Taron before the pregnancy, but now I just can't seem to stay satisfied. I climb over to straddle his naked hips and my short, silky robe falls open as I begin to move.

  His hands surround my tender breasts, spreading the robe until it's falling off my shoulders.

  "Damn, you get better every fucking day!" His hands move to my huge belly and the baby begins to move just as he does. "Baby girl, you're supposed to be sleeping when Daddy is waking up Mommy."

  If the way Taron has been as a boyfriend is any sign of what kind of father he will be, then baby Heaven is going to have the best dad ever. He’s been very protective and attentive during the entire pregnancy so far. I'm so thankful that he accepted the news as well as he did.

  I knew becoming a father would change his life, I just didn't realize how quickly and dramatically he would change. The trial probably affected a lot of that, but I'm just happy to know this man will be a part of her life forever.

  "She's used to you waking me up every morning."

  "Babe, you can quit moving those hips right now, because I'm not having sex while my daughter watches."

  "Haha. She's not watching; she'll never even know the difference."

  "Bullshit, Ivy. It's not happening."

  "You know you want this." I throw my head back and let my long hair drape down my back as I slip the robe completely off. Taking the opportunity to frustrate him even more, I begin to run my fingers over my nipples. Damn if they aren't extremely sensitive and instantly harden when my fingers barely brush over each one.

  At this point, I'm not sure if I'm torturing him or myself more. My fingers continue south until I'm dipping into my own wetness. "You know you need this."

  "You’re insane right now, this is not happening."

  "Damn it, Taron." Frustrated and honestly hurt, I move off the bed and grab my robe. Choosing not to bother tying it closed, I leave the room and go straight for the kitchen, mumbling the whole way. "He did not just turn down sex with me again. There is only so much of this a girl can take. It sucks bad enough that I'm fucking huge and I know I'm not attractive, but shit, he can at least pretend he likes what he sees." He's been a great dad by taking care of me, but he's holding back on me in the bedroom. It's making me feel like he's getting it somewhere else, but he's constantly with me so I know that's not possible.

  I flip the water faucet on and start cleaning the dishes in the sink. I'm so pissed that I miss him entering the room. The water is splashing all over the counter and onto my stomach. I'm so huge right now; it's killing my back to lean over the sink. "Fuck this. I'm done doing dishes and cleaning up after his ass. He can just sleep on the couch."

  "Listen to that sassy, fucking mouth. Do you really think you can keep me out of your bed?"

  "Why should I even let you in my bed? It's not like you can handle looking at me right now. I'm so fucking huge I can't even reach the dishes in the sink. You get all grossed out every time I try to have sex with you."

  "Really? We had sex last night. Why are you being crazy?"

  "You haven't even seen crazy. You want crazy, I'll give it to you...." His hand covers my mouth and he pulls me back against his body—his hard, solid body that lights up everything in mine on contact every damn time.

  "You need to stop. Shut that feisty mouth before you piss me off. You have no say about where I sleep. I'll travel the world to find your bed." He slips his other hand down my side, headed straight for my throbbing clit that's full of sensation. Moving his fingers just slightly, he has my full attention. I couldn't speak right now if I had to call 911 for an emergency.

  "You are even sexier t
oday that you were the first day I met you. This right here is what you do to me every fucking day." He presses his hips against my ass and it's very apparent that he likes what he sees.

  "You need to understand that I can't wait to take you every single time you want it, but I refuse to do anything to hurt you or the baby."

  I try to speak through his hand, but he pulls me closer and holds my mouth tighter. He lowers his head until his lips are right next to my ear. "You can't argue with me. Our baby is awake and moving around. How do you expect me to spank your ass and fuck you like you want me to when my daughter is trying to play?"

  I bust out in hysterical laughter and he finally removes his hand. Gripping the sink, I continue laughing at his expense. "It's not like she can feel us having sex!"

  "I can feel her moving and that shit distracts me. Ivy, there is no way I can concentrate with that going on."

  "Oh Taron, you know I can keep your attention, surely you know this. Besides, she isn't moving around anymore." I move my hand down his stomach and under the band of his shorts. I don't have to bother with layers because he isn't wearing any. His cock stands at attention when my hand comes in contact with it.

  I turn just enough so my open robe exposes my chest to him. I always win our arguments, especially if I pull out the girls.

  "You suck."

  "I've been trying to, but you're being difficult."

  "I can't win with you."

  "Don't you see, you win all the time." I drop to my knees and pull his throbbing length into my mouth. Using just the right combination of tongue and suction, I have him completely lost almost immediately. What can I say? I know what my guy likes, and it's my job to remind him that I know.

  Watching his body react to me is by far my biggest turn on. Taron is passionate. He loves with a passion that I've never felt from anyone before. I continue to show him who’s in control by making him forget everything else in the world.

  "Ah fuck, Ivy. Marry me!"

  I freeze—my mouth full of Taron and my mind spinning out of control. I know I truly love this man for so many reasons, but there is no way I’m marrying him. I've always said that I'd never trap a man. If we get married, he'll feel trapped. A man like Taron should never be caged.