Heaven Sent (12 page)

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

s l a ms 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

he r 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

l o o k 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

tha t 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.

She begins to pull away and I pull

her back so that our foreheads are

touching again. We look at each other

until we hear obnoxious noises coming

from across the room. I look over and

see the rest of the band enjoying their

own party.

Luke is getting an ass load of

attention from the girls he brought back

to the room to hang with us. He is

having a lot of fun, but it looks to almost

be a race between Lilly and Luke to see

who can get more inappropriate in front

everyone. I look over at Talon and

Eaven and notice that I’m not the only

one seeing the show. I move to stop

Lilly from getting out of control because

she needs to chill the fuck out. Luke

moves to Lilly before I can get there,

stepping through a few girls to get to

he r. What ever he says pisses her off

because she finds the nearest guy, grabs

his waist band, and walks right out of the