Rebel Walking: Heaven Sent Part 7

"Me too." He is going to be impossible.

"No. I told you we can't be more than friends."

"And I told you that ship has sailed. I'm not sleeping anywhere but with you tonight." This is that part that infuriates me.

"Taron, I'm not sleeping with you.

I'm serious."

"Ivy, I'm sleeping next to you. I'm serious."

We begin the stare down of the century as we both refuse to budge. I'm not ready for anything more than sleeping. I can't let him in bed with me again.

"Fine. I'll sleep on Eaven & Talon's floor."

"f.u.c.king great! I'd love to p.i.s.s off my brother tonight. Let's do it. Let's sleep on the f.u.c.king floor to prove that you want to be friends. I'm good with wherever you decide. Just know that if you are in this house, I'm with you. If you are anywhere near me, I'm sleeping next to you. So quit fighting me."

I think about his comment. He is a pain in the a.s.s. He will never quit. For the purpose of getting to sleep tonight, I give in. I do the one thing that Ivy doesn't do, and I let a guy win again and THAT p.i.s.ses me off.

"Why do you have to be such a pain in the a.s.s?"

"That's what I do best!" The smirk on his panty sniffing face makes me smile. He is going to get his way and we are going to sleep together.

"We are going to SLEEP."

"Do you think that I'm a cold hearted d.i.c.k? I know we are sleeping."

I climb into bed and wrap up in the sheets that smell like him. I lay my head on the pillow that carries the scent of his gorgeous body. I close my eyes and pray for a full night's sleep. I feel him slide into bed and know that he is compromising with me by not wrapping me in his arms. This is a small win for me. I'm glad he is respecting that I want to be friends. A win. Now I just have to figure out why it doesn't feel like a win.

I wake feeling refreshed and a little more alive. This is progress. I open my eyes and all I see is tan sculpted abs. I'm sprawled out across his stomach and his breathing is forcing my head to move slightly with each breath. I move my arm and find that it's wrapped a little lower than his waist. I feel his morning glory b.u.mp into my arm every time he inhales. It's getting closer and pressing a little harder each time he takes a breath. I wonder if he is awake.

I want to take a peek so bad, but it would lead him on.

The old Ivy would have done it.

The old Ivy would have done more than take a peek. I move my arm slowly and purposely edge the sheet out of the way.

I remain perfectly still and watch as he continues to grow. I fight the urge to wrap my hand around it and squeeze him through his black boxer briefs.

I finally decide to lift his waistband and take a peek. This quickly backfires because now he is escaping. If I were a b.i.t.c.h, I would just let it snap back. I'm pretty sure I want to be here again, so I slowly lower the band until it smashes him. I sit up quickly and throw the sheets over him hoping that if I act like I'm getting out of bed he won't try anything. I look over and see the biggest f.u.c.king grin on his face and I know that I'm busted.

*Nine*

Taron I wake up to the best sight a guy could ask for. I want to yell out my usual entrance into a party...WHO'S READY TO SEE SOME d.i.c.k, but I hold back. She would get so p.i.s.sed if I scared her right now.

Besides I want to see how far she will go. I will her to lean in and begin the day the best way I can imagine, but she doesn't. She jumps out of bed quickly and abruptly. I can't help but grin anyway because I know she will cave again. She is worth the wait. This is something I know for sure. I won't push her too hard, but I will have fun.

"Good morning gorgeous!" I watch as she gathers some clothes and begins to rush to the bathroom.

"Uh. Mornin."

"Do you want me to help you with your shower?"

"Don't even think about it."

"Oh baby, I will definitely be thinking about you in the shower." She glares back at me and I see a little fire in her eyes. She looks like she wants to say something, but instead she presses her lips together and stomps into the bathroom. I wait until I hear the shower before I move for coffee.

I'm going to break through that thick barrier she put around herself again. I wish like h.e.l.l that I could have been there for her like she needed me to be. The memory of her in his arms haunts me throughout the day and night.

The s.h.i.t going through my head right now is killing me. I can't believe I left her alone and she was nearly raped. Every time I look at her swollen cheek, I'm reminded that I failed her. Not to mention I pulled a jealous fit in the middle of her crisis. If I would have only said something to her when I saw them at the apartment. It's probably just as well, because the words that would have come out of my mouth wouldn't have been comforting at first.

Ivy has busted straight into my life and I can't risk losing her on all levels.

I want her to be happy and hopefully that is with me. I will wait for her to come around, but I have a feeling that I won't have to wait too long.

I pour us both a cup of coffee and begin to walk back into my room. I see Eavan begin to come out of my brother's room and I brace myself because I'm standing in my underwear in a straight view from where she's standing.

"What the h.e.l.l, Taron. Put on some d.a.m.n clothes. You think you can just walk around here naked?"

"This is NOT naked, but I can arrange that if you'd like."

"Uh... no. DO NOT get naked or I'll get your brother and he'll kick your a.s.s."

"This is how I roll, Ev. Get used to it. On tour, you might just see my d.i.c.k." I love teasing her. She gets so frustrated and I enjoy watching her struggle to be bold and brave.

Her face blushes and turns bright red. She lowers a brow and begins to glare at me. I flash her my smile that usually works when I get in trouble with the ladies, but she isn't backing away. I start to laugh at her.

"Laugh all you want. If you flash your d.i.c.k at me then I'll take a picture of it. Then don't be surprised if you see it blasted on the internet. I can use my outstanding Photoshop skills to edit the photo first and you can be a.s.sured that I won't be adding to your size if you get what I'm saying."

"d.a.m.n. You're harsh. I'll keep it in my pants. Just know that if you pulled a stunt like that, I'd just have to prove it to everyone that the photo was edited and I'd just have to do it with you around in public, so we might just want to come to an understanding."

"Yes! You understand that I don't want to see your s.h.i.t and we will be great. Besides, your brother has you beat big time from what little I can see."

Oh the challenge in that comment. I just smile at the girl that loves my brother more than anyone else in the world.

This is the point that I let her win. She has come so far with her confidence in the past few months. It seems that those two just complete each other.

I edge into the bedroom and quickly see something I really like. I watch her brushing her hair. She's wearing one of my shirts and I let my eyes travel down her long legs. I set the coffee down and begin to make my way over to say a proper good morning if she'll let me.

Ivy He is a constant tease. He'll never quit trying, and honestly that's probably w hat I need to feel better again. He reminds me that I'm s.e.xy just long enough for me to consider jumping on him. Then I remember how my face still looks. How the bruises are sore and ugly as h.e.l.l. That is not s.e.xy. I love that he still tries, but I'm not an idiot.

I really need to escape. This tour will be a great way to live again.

I let the hot water rinse over my body. Memories of Taron wash over me as I let the soap run down my chest. I internally struggle with my emotions and it p.i.s.ses me off that I can't get my head on straight. I need to feel life again. I'm Ivy Adams. I don't mope around. I grab life by the d.i.c.k and swing from the rafters. It's time to have a little fun. I can do this.

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 s.p.a.ce 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 h.e.l.l, 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="">

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 unb.u.t.ton 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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

My skin explodes in goose b.u.mps and I'm quickly reaching the heights of the first o.r.g.a.s.m 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 h.e.l.l 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 f.u.c.king gorgeous during an o.r.g.a.s.m. I make a note to always watch her when she comes. s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.

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 G.o.d 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 a.s.s. The s.e.xiest a.s.s 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 f.u.c.king 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 f.u.c.ker 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 a.s.shole 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*