Rebel Walking: Heaven Sent Part 2

He has a tribal tattoo on the upper part of his right arm. I focus on the design and try to burn it into memory. I place a kiss over his tattoo and begin to trail kisses across his back. I smash my chest against him and wrap my arms around to his front. He takes my hands and kisses each of the tips of my fingers, giving each tip different treatment.

The first finger gets a simple peck and he progresses the intensity as he moves to the next. By the last finger he has licked, nibbled, bit, or sucked each one of my fingers. It is such a simple move, but it hit me deep inside each time he attacked one of the tips.

I use my teeth to lightly pierce his shoulder blade.

"I've got myself a f.u.c.king biter."

He says as he turns to face me.

He nips on my bottom lip and tugs on it and I pull back and smile.

I grab the soap, knowing it is not a manly scent at all. I take the scrubby and begin to rub across his chest. He leans back against the wall and allows me to explore so I begin to make my way slowly south. He keeps his eyes closed as I wash his erection. I lose the scrubby and spread the soap with my hands. His hips edge forward and encourage me to continue.

I use my tongue to trail a line down the center of his chest and over his stomach. I close my eyes as I near him and try to make this moment last forever. I love being this close to him. I love having my hands all over him while he enjoys it and he isn't trying to battle me for control.

I take my tongue and lick the under-side of his p.e.n.i.s, from the base to the tip, using enough pressure to cause him to groan. When I continue my advances he wraps his fist in my hair and holds on until he decides to pull me back to my feet.

"You are good at that s.h.i.t." He takes a few moments to catch his breath and then grabs the soap. "My turn."

Taron What is my problem? She has caused me to lose control multiple times tonight and it is p.i.s.sing me off. I'm always in control of my d.i.c.k. It seems to react to her easier than it ever has me or any other girl. I am tired of fighting this.

She is all over me and I am a goner.

I begin to rub soap all over her soft skin, but I decide not to use the scrubber so I can enjoy the feel of her body. The soap helps my hands glide over her and she begins to move into my touch. I turn her away from me and start to focus on her back. Here we are again, in that position where her hips are in control. She pushes back and grinds her perfect a.s.s into my erection.

"Take me to bed." She is demanding exactly what I am dying for.

She turns off the water and steps out of the shower. I watch her towel dry and love that she is not shy. She isn't trying to hide behind the towel. In fact she spends more time with the towel on her head than she does her body. I grab a towel and do a quick once over and leave her in the bathroom to finish.

I lie down in the middle of her bed, spread out for the world to enjoy my a.s.sets. She comes into the room and instantly her attention is focused on my d.i.c.k. I have my arms behind my head and I enjoy watching her lick her lips with antic.i.p.ation. She digs in her nightstand and I hear the sound of foil.

She prowls, like the f.u.c.king p.u.s.s.y cat she is, up onto the bed on all fours. She wraps me in the condom and slowly slides down the full length of me. I let her control everything this time and she shows me just how wild she is.

I can't seem to get enough of her.

We lie there entangled and I hear her stomach growl. I crawl out of bed and dispose of the condom on my way to the kitchen. I walk around her apartment completely naked and I don't give a s.h.i.t if someone sees me. It is proven that wearing clothes is a waste of time around her. I make sandwiches and grab us each a bottle of water.

We sit on the bed, shoulders leaning on each other as we eat. I haven't had a PB&J in a long time and it actually tastes d.a.m.n good.

"So what time do you leave in the morning?"

"We have to be on the bus at 6:30." I say already dreading the moment I have to walk out this door.

"I'll call you and text you, just like I have lately."

She is looking down, so I pull her face toward me. "We can talk every day and I will send for you at least once, if not twice. I may be able to fly in for a day or two. It's only four weeks and it will go by really fast." She looks doubtful.

We finish eating and I don't waste anymore time. We slide in next to each other and I love how it feels to have her in my arms. She uses my phone to take a picture of us.

I look at the picture and instantly love it. We are both wrapped up in each other as I spoon her from behind. My arms cover most of her breast and the sheet is wrapped around the front of her just enough to hide my favorite part. The rest is tan skin and perfection. Her dark hair is draped over her shoulder and I managed to sneak a kiss to her shoulder just as she snapped the picture. The view of my body behind her makes it an even better shot. I know this picture will be a favorite of mine for a long time to come.

She falls asleep very quickly and I begin to wish I had brought my bags with me. I want to wake up next to her in the morning. I know myself, and I won't have time in the morning to get my bags from the house.

I slip out of bed and pull on my clothes. If I hurry home and get back, she will never know that I left. Then I can wake up next to her.

This is new for me. I never stick around for morning. I usually have no desire to see the morning after look that I leave behind.

I grab her key off the bar and lock the door. I hurry to the house and I'm not surprised to see that we have guests. I head straight for my room and grab my bags. I'm busy packing the last few things when I turn to see Eaven in my doorway.

"Where is Ivy?" She asks me smiling.

"At your apartment."

"What are you doing, Taron?"

"I'm grabbing my bags for the tour."

"You know what I mean. I am not talking about what you're doing right now. I want to know what you plan to do with Ivy."

"I plan to see where life takes us.

I plan to enjoy the f.u.c.k out of your friend and I mean that literally."

"You are a pig, Taron. Good G.o.d!"

"Well you asked!"

"Just remember...."

I interrupt her because I can't take anymore of this, "I f.u.c.king know. Hurt her and I will die. Have you ever stopped to think that she might have all of the power to do the hurting?"

This seems to shut her up.

"Why aren't you giving my brother his going away present anyway? You should be worried about that."

"Who's to say that I haven't already?" She has really come around since I met her. I used to enjoy making her blush. There are a few times she finally snapped and gave it right back to me, but nothing like Ivy. She has never blushed or been embarra.s.sed at anything I say.

"Well, go give him another gift.

I'm going back to your apartment for the night." I turn to grab the remainder of my bathroom items and to miss whatever look Eaven is going to give me. I know she means well, but s.h.i.t. Give a guy a chance.

"Ok. I will see you in Dallas.

Talon wants me to meet up with him there since you have a two-day break right after. I will make Ivy come with me. Eighteen days and counting!"

This gives me hope. I have a scheduled date to look forward to seeing Ivy again. I know she will travel with Eaven.

*Three*

Ivy I wake to the feeling of being watched. I search the room for Taron, only to see Dylan watching me from a chair in the corner of the room. I'm still naked from earlier and I have kicked the covers off. I quickly grab the sheet to cover my body as much as possible.

"Now you f.u.c.king worry about being seen." I pull my body up to the headboard and tuck my legs up to my chest. He looks angry.

I try to remember where my cell phone is. My jeans. Where did those go? Bathroom, c.r.a.p!

"What are you talking about?" I try to sound sincere, but I'm p.i.s.sed.

"I saw you f.u.c.king him in the parking lot. Jesus. Aren't you just the town s.l.u.t?"

"You have no say in who I decide to have s.e.x with, Dylan. What is your problem?"

"My problem is that you're a tease. I worked hard to show you that I wanted a piece and you all but ignored me. You used me to be near you when it was convenient for a show."

"I'm not interested, Dylan."

"Well that's just too bad! You had better get interested because I am going to f.u.c.k you before I leave tonight."

"No you're not!"

"Oh, yes I am. You will either cooperate or not, but I will get what I came after."

I start to get up to run to the bathroom and he beats me to the door.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I need to pee."

"Bulls.h.i.t. Now sit your pretty a.s.s on that bed." He starts to grope me and my stomach begins to feel nauseated.

Where in the h.e.l.l did Taron go?

We get near the bed and he shoves my head into the mattress.

"Don't f.u.c.king move. I want to look at you." He has my hands pinned behind my back. I'm struggling internally. I want to rare back and kick him in the nuts, but I'm afraid I won't be able to get away before he grabs me. I know that will p.i.s.s him off further. I wait until he starts to unzip his jeans to pull a leg in to kick him. I hit his thigh and he falls down on me.

"You b.i.t.c.h! You can fight this all you want, it will just make it more fun for me." The weight of his entire body is smashing me further into the mattress.

His grip on my wrists has tightened and his zipper is cutting into my back.

He pulls my face to look at him as he frees himself from his jeans. He shoves his tongue down my throat and I fight the urge to vomit. I bite his tongue as hard as I can.

He retaliates by slamming his fist into my cheek, which causes me to let go. He continues to hit me in my side and across my back. My body is throbbing where he has struck me and my heart is pounding. He's going to rape me and I can't move or do anything to stop him.

He works his jeans down and starts to rub himself on me. My heart is breaking. My first night with Taron will always be tainted by this a.s.shole. How can I talk myself into relaxing enough to get through this? I can't stand this guy.

Hate is pouring out in my tears.

"Shut up and f.u.c.king like this. I know you like it rough, anyway." He gathers my hair into his grip pulling my face back into his view. The pull on my scalp starts to override the pain in my body and the fear in my heart.

He pulls back to line up with my entrance and I begin to pray for a miracle. I need strength to make it through this and I need it fast.

I close my eyes and dread him coming any closer to me. I'm so exposed and I can't stand him near me.

"You're MINE. I'm going to mark you in every possible way. You'll feel me deep down every time you even consider f.u.c.king anyone in the future.

I'll be with you forever. In your head.

In your memories. In f.u.c.king your nightmares. h.e.l.l, I'll even be in your heart."

His words. .h.i.t me and I know he's dead on with how this will affect me.

This will haunt me for the rest of my life and I can't do anything about it.

I close my eyes just as he leans in further to make contact. I can feel his hardness brush against me just as I hear pounding on the door.

"Ivy, open up!" My brain doesn't process who's yelling my name, but I don't care who it is. I just want them to hear me.

I manage to get out a partial scream before Dylan covers my mouth.

That just causes the pounding to get louder as they bust through the door.

Dylan runs from the bedroom before Aiden manages to get in.

Aiden comes blazing into my bedroom just as I slide off the bed into a fetal position. It's Aiden. Thank G.o.d!

"Where is he? I saw his car in the parking lot." He sounds outraged.

I can't form a sentence. I just start shaking my head no. Back and forth. No.

Aiden runs from the room and does a quick scan of the house.

"He is gone. I'm calling the police." I burst into hysterics. I can't believe this is happening to me. I'm not weak. I don't let people push me around.

"Hey, come here." He says softly. He grabs the sheet to wrap around me and then holds me as I lean into him to cry my eyes out. He engulfs me in his arms and doesn't say anything the entire time I sob. I need him to just be here for me. I need to let these emotions out before I have to face anyone.

I'm so humiliated and dirty right now. How can I face anyone after this?

My mind is spinning in complete circles and it takes me a long time to calm down. I'm so thankful Aiden came when he did. My gut twists at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't.

I don't want to go to the police with this and relive the whole thing again, but I know I have to. He may try to contact me again and I'm scared to death that he will do just that.

Aiden continues to hold me after I quiet down. I pull away once my tears have slowed down some and he uses his thumbs to wipe them away.

"Ivy, we need to call the police on that b.a.s.t.a.r.d." I nod my head yes and head to the bathroom. I look around at the evidence of Taron and feel sick. I want to turn back time and be wrapped in his arms. Safe in his arms. I pull my phone out to see if he messaged me, but nothing. How can a night start out so beautiful and turn out this ugly?

Taron I should have known. She can't be mine. I knew that f.u.c.king cowboy had a thing for her. I left her key on the bar.

Nothing like walking in after giving the girl four o.r.g.a.s.ms tonight and seeing her wrapped into the arms of another guy.