Heaven Sent

by Hilary Storm

  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 face. 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 him 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 else down?

  “
I’m ok, Luke. Don’t worry about it. It will heal soon.” I smile to let him know that I will be fine.

  “Uh…. Bullshit Ivy. Who did this to you?”

  “Dylan did. Ev can tell you all about it later. I’m good and I don’t feel like fucking talking about it. Ok?” I know that he’ll want more, but right now I don’t want to go there. I don’t have the energy to go back to that hell every time someone sees my cheek. I added makeup to cover it, but apparently it doesn’t cover it well enough. I sweep my hair forward to cover my cheek and walk away from that conversation. Leave it in the past.

  I work my way over to Lilly. She is cool as hell and I’m in need of some fun.

  “Hey girl! Glad to see you! How are you? I knew something was up when the boys went all apeshit alpha on us. Are you going to be ok?” Her sincerity makes me feel her compassion. She is a rocker chick with a soft side. Her hair is always radical, but her skin is flawless. She has a few tattoos, but they are all done in petite and beautiful ways. Her nose is pierced with a small stud, and I am jealous of her artistic beauty.

  “I’ll be fine, thanks.”

  “You need a shot!” She pulls my arm until we reach the side of the stage. She pulls out a bottle of tequila from Luke’s guitar case and looks at me with an expected expression.

  “You are the toast queen here. Let’s hear it.” She doesn’t hesitate putting pressure on me. I think hard and look over at Taron just as my toast comes to mind. He is on his way over to join us just as I begin the words of my toast.

  “May all your ups and downs be between the sheets.” I say it proudly and smile when I hear Taron’s breath hitch.

  “My turn!” Taron’s panty dropping grin is now in the building.

  “To the king! What king? Fucking!” He says his toast while making a humping motion in my direction.

  He’s a damn lunatic, but a lunatic that I love to be around. His energy is infectious. I need to have some fun.

  He will always have a toast to come back and top mine. I’m not even sure I should try, but I throw one last toast out there. “Here’s to the top, and here’s to the middle. Let’s hope tonight, we all get a little.”

  His smirk warms me. His eyes darken as he encloses in on me. Everyone else fades away. That moment it is just Taron looking at me like I’m prey for the taking. I lean up into his face and lick his face. Not a sexy lick, but the nasty dog lick kind he gave me in the truck. His eyes accept my challenge and his smile shows that he is enjoying himself.

  “That look doesn’t work on me,” I manage to say, but it’s entirely breathy. It’s obvious his looks do work on me. Will we ever get enough of each other? How can I get my fill of this guy?

  “Oh really? Should I test that?”

  “What?”

  “There is only one way to know for sure if I make you wet. Do you want me to see just how not effected you are?”

  “Um…don’t you dare.”

  “Did you just say dare?” He smiles wickedly and leans down to grab me by the waist. It takes no effort for him to throw me over his shoulder and begin down the hall.

  “What the hell Taron. Put me down!”

  “Oh, I plan to.” He turns a corner and enters the first door on the right. He slams the door closed and pulls me down his body. I’m not going to lie, I like this take charge attitude of his.

  He backs me up against the door and I don’t waste anytime wrapping my arms around his neck. Our kiss begins rough and desperate until he takes my face in his hands. Two large hands surround my face then he slowly slides them back through my hair.

  “Ivy, will I ever get enough of you?” His words are breathy and hit me hard. He feels the same desperate attraction that I do.

  He turns me to face the wall and runs his hands up my sides.

  “I hope not!” He slows the kiss down even more and begins to trail kisses down the side of my face and neck. A flashback of Dylan hits me and I try to be discreet about it, but he picks up on my emotional change instantly.

  Taron

  I’m an ass. I can’t be pushing her into this so quickly. I can tell something has changed. I run my hands back down her sides, edging her shirt back down. I lean into her neck and place a few kisses while my hands fall to her hips. I hold her in place until she leans back into me.

  “I’m sorry.” Why is she apologizing? She has been through so much and here I am like a horny jack-ass that can’t keep my hands off of her. I know she just needs time, and I will wait however long it takes.

  “No need to be sorry. I’ll be here to get you through this.” I turn her to face me so that I can look into her eyes.

  “I’m the one that should be sorry. I shouldn’t be pushing you so hard. I got lost in you Ivy.”

  She lowers her face and presses her forehead into my lips. I hold her like this until she seems to relax. I wish I could take her pains away.

  “It’s ok, I just need time. It pisses me off, but I do. I don’t want to feel this way.”

  “I know babe. You will get through this. We will find him and then maybe you can find peace.” I brush her hair back and pull her face upward to place a simple kiss on her lips. The smile on her face is worth the blue balls that I’m going to be sporting tonight.

  I lead her back to the stage area where the crew is setting up everything. Our entrance gets a lot of reaction from the group. I lead them to believe their thoughts about what happened are correct. There is no need to draw attention to Ivy. This is what they expect from us. We will definitely be the couple that doesn’t care where we are. We will get it on and we will find a spot when the need arises. It will be anywhere we feel the urge, we’re just not there yet.

  I enjoy her playful mood throughout the afternoon and before the show. I can tell she is trying her hardest to forget about what happened. She is flirting with me and it’s taking everything not to take her back and try it again. I will wait for her and enjoy the torture that she is unleashing on me today. Damn she is fucking gorgeous.

  She stays near me after the show and I love the feel of her up against me. The fans are really wild tonight and it feels nice to have her this close. She does very well with all of the sex comments that come from the fan girls. One of the girls even tries to hand me her panties. When I don’t reach for them, Ivy reaches up and give the finger dangling the g-string a flick. She leans over into her face and says something to her. I have no idea what she said, but the fan girl’s smile tells me that she must have handled it well.

  I lean in to her ear and ask, “What did you say to her?”

  “I just told her she should meet up with us later at the hotel after party.” I look at her non-responsive facial expression and smile, because I know her game.

  “So what hotel did you send her to?”

  “Not ours, of course!” This is my Ivy. I love that she can think on her feet that fast. These girls don’t stand a chance against her anyway. It’s just nice to know that she can handle this environment and she seems proud to be in my arms.

  We have hotel rooms tonight and I’m looking forward to sharing my room with her. I told the agent not to give her a room of her own. We will end up together anyway, so we may as well bypass all the bullshit to get to that point.

  Everyone meets in Luke’s room to party a little since today is his birthday and we don’t have to leave until late tomorrow.

  I start to pour the tequila shots and let Ivy have the honor of the first toast.

  “Here’s to birthdays! Birthdays come once a year. Aren’t you glad you’re not a birthday!” Hell yes I’m glad. That would never fly with this guy.

  I actually came up with a few toasts on the bus ride from hell when I was drinking the entire time. I’m pretty proud to bust out a new one!

  “Eat me, beat me, bite me, blow me. Suck me, fuck me, very slowly. If you kiss me, don’t be hasty, use your tongue and make it tasty.” I watch Ivy’s lips the entire time I say my toast. She runs her teeth over her lip during my words and then she began to
run that damn tongue across her lips. Have mercy on me. This girl can bring me to my knees right here in front of everyone, and I wouldn’t give a shit if it makes me look like a pussy whipped little bitch or not. She gets to me. She gets straight to the core of me.

  I hold out the shot glass for another shot. I want to hear what she has in store for me with the next toast. We may have to eventually move on to drinking lighter shots to get through our toasts to each other.

  “May you always come more than you go.” Yes, I’m ready to go right now. I watch her eyes zoning into my lips and this makes me twitch. We need to leave now. Luke pours us another and my mind isn’t focusing. I can’t think of a single shot right now. I just want to take her back to my room.

  I say the only stupid toast that I can remember. It’s one from a long time ago. It was ridiculous then, and it’s going to be even crazier now. “Here’s to swimming with bow legged women.” I get the looks I knew I’d get, but I don’t care. Seeing the amusement on my girl’s face is worth every minute of any ridicule I’ll receive.

  She moves forward and takes the shot into her mouth. I can tell she hasn’t swallowed it and I look forward to her taste mixed with my shot that she is about to give me. She leans into me and I let her shove me back into a chair that is behind me. She straddles me letting her lips touch mine. I open for her as she lifts her face above mine. I wait while she slowly releases the tequila into my mouth. She finishes the shot with her tongue as a chaser. It’s over now. We need to leave this place because I don’t care who is watching. I run my hands up her legs until I have her ass in my hands again.