The Rebel Walking Series continues with Taron and Ivy's story, Heaven Sent. The explosive chemistry that these two share ignites a relationship of epic proportions.
He has been dubbed 'the panty stealer', but Taron Walker has his eyes set on the beautiful, full of life, Ivy Adams. Ivy doesn't usually put up with the player type, yet there is something about Taron that has her intrigued. Taron must leave to go on tour with Rebel Walking and Ivy will be left to face serious struggles on her own. Will she reach out to Taron for help, or will she push him away? Can these two find happiness in each other's arms, or will they tear each other's world apart?
Heaven Sent
by Hilary Storm
~One~
Ivy
He is everywhere.
In my thoughts.
In my dreams.
In my air.
I’m trying to
fight my attraction to Taron, but my heart doesn’t seem to listen to my
mind. I know it’s a disaster waiting to
happen if I give in, yet I still keep thinking of the possibilities.
He has a
past. So do I.
He loves to
flirt. So do I.
He will be
leaving to go on tour tomorrow. I won’t.
He was there for
me when I thought I lost my best friend.
The title ‘best friend’ doesn’t really do what we have justice. Eaven is my sister. We may come from different blood, but in all
aspects that count we are family. A
couple of months ago Eaven was kidnapped and driven into the river by her
boyfriend’s ex. Taron never left my side
the entire time we were searching for her or when she was recovering in the
hospital. He has been to my apartment to
check on me daily since Eaven has been staying with Talon to recover.
Don’t get me
wrong. He has continuously made advances
toward me since we found out Eaven was going to be ok. He flirts non-stop, but I’m a girl who likes
all of that attention. I just don’t want
to share my attention with other girls.
I have to decide
if I can handle sharing him before I give myself to him completely. After all he is the lead singer in the band
‘Rebel Walking’. They are going to be
gone more on tour now. This will be
their second time to go on tour with main stream bands. They were such a huge success the first time,
they were chosen to be the opening band at every single one of ‘Beckoning
Reality’s‘ concerts. I heard all of the
details from Taron when he called to check on me while he was away on the first
tour.
I’ve managed to
fight him off until this point, but I’m sure since he leaves in the morning, he
will be trying extra hard tonight to get me to cave.
Smitty has
kicked off a celebration to send the band off in style. It looks like everyone has shown up to see
the band one last time. This place is
packed.
Eaven and I went
shopping for new outfits this week. She
wants to look exceptional tonight since she is sending her fiancé off for four
weeks. She is just recently engaged to
Talon and they are perfect for each other.
I am so excited that she found someone who makes her happy and treats
her right. He just happens to look
identical to the guy that I am fighting myself to not like. Talon and Taron Walker are identical
twins. The story of the two sisters
falling in love with twin bad boys is one that never comes true.
I look over and
see Taron at the band’s reserved table talking to his twin. My eyes shift to his broad shoulders and the
dark, tight shirt that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I’ve been in his arms a few times and I know
that his chest and stomach are sculpted and just as defined as the shirt makes
it appear. He has dark hair, almost
black. He wears it messy so that it
looks like he just got out of bed. The
look really works for him. I know that
he does put effort into his hair because I have been stuck waiting on him to
get ready.
He jumps up to
pester his older brother Holden and I begin to appreciate the view of his ass
in those jeans. His jeans hang just
right, just the way I love to see. I’ve
never let him know that I appreciate how he looks. He would never let me live it down if I did.
Eaven leaves me
to make her way to Talon. I see Taron
begin to search the room as soon as he sees her arrive. He spots me and starts to look me up and
down. His eyes never leave me as he
stalks across the room.
“Poison
Ivy! It is such a pleasure to see you
out for the kill tonight.” He takes his
index finger and runs it down my chest and into the valley of my cleavage
causing my shirt to lower. He stops just
before he exposes me.
“Do you want to
lose that finger?” I really want him to
continue, but I would never tell him that.
“I would love
for you to take my entire finger.” He
removes his digit from my chest and I know his meaning behind his reply. He has never been shy about his sexual desire
with me.
“In your
dreams.” I turn away from him to begin
my walk to the table. He stops me after
only a few steps. He grabs my hips and
holds me against him. I can feel him
invading my space again. He is consuming
all of my senses. He leans down to
whisper in my ear.
“Yea that pretty
much sums it up.”
My body heats up
as his breath blows past my ear. The
sensation sends a shiver through my body and heat straight to my core. He holds me so close that I can feel how much
he wants me as it presses into my backside.
“When are you
going to quit playing hard to get? You
know we will be hot together. You know
you want what only I can give you.” He
begins to sway back and forth with the music.
I want what he
is offering me so much. I want to let go
and ride the roller coaster that is Taron.
I know there will be ups and downs.
I just don’t know if I can hang on until the end and exit the ride
safely. I don’t know if he will break my
heart.
Usually I don’t
let myself get attached to a guy. We
have fun and then say our goodbyes. Taron
managed to work his way into my life in a way that we are so beyond a simple
affair without strings. I just don’t
know if he is capable of what I want.
I want him. All of him.
To myself. No sharing.
“I don’t want to
share,” I say through the lump in my throat.
“I don’t have
any intentions of sharing you.” He flips
me around to face him. He guides my arms
over his shoulders and slowly drags his hands back down my arms, down my sides,
and then around my waist. He flattens
both of his hands out on my butt cheeks and presses me further into him. We continue to sway with the music.
I look into his
eyes. I can see desire. I can see the same heat that I feel. I decide to give in. I pull him down to meet my lips. He doesn’t waste any time joining my
tongue. I know he is a great
kisser. We have already established the
hot chemistry between us once before. He
continues to press himself into me and the pressure makes me crave more of him.
“Spend the night
with me.” He is begging me through the
tone of his voice.
I bow my head in
thought and he kisses my forehead. He
uses his large hands to guide my head back up to look at him. He closes his eyes as he nears me and begins
to softly kiss my lips. This gentle side
of him is my undoing.
“My place isn’t
as crowded. I’m pretty sure you won’t
want your brothers to hear what I have planned for you.” I nibble on his bottom lip as I pull away
from his lips.
“Fuuuuccckk
Me.” He has a huge smile on his face.
“I have to sing
a few songs and then you are mine.” He
holds me tight until the rest of the band has taken the stage. When Talon and Luke start to play, he finally
releases me. “Don’t go anywhere. I want to watch you while I am on stage.”
I stay exactly
where he leaves me. I enjoy the songs so
much more this time. It seems like he is
singing them directly to me. His eyes
are intense and he never really looks anywhere but at me. The crowd is still going wild trying to get
his attention. Panties and bras are
thrown up at him, but he never averts his attention away from me.
I feel someone
up against my back and I turn to see who is standing this close to me. It’s Dylan.
His job relocated him a couple of months back. We went out a couple of times, but we weren’t
exclusive.
“Hey
Dylan.” I smile at him and place my hand
on his arm stepping sideways just a little to give myself some room.
“Ivy. How is my
girl?” The way he just said my girl irritates me. He grips my arm very tightly and I yank it
from his grip. What the hell is his
problem?
“I am not
anyone’s girl.”
Aiden is next to
me in a matter of seconds. Aiden and I
have been friends since we met. In the
beginning he wanted to be more than friends.
I think he finally realized that my feelings for Taron are much deeper
than I let on and he backed off. He
started dating another girl, but we still talk daily. We sometimes meet for dinner or drinks when
he has time. He is pure country. He is pure country cowboy with a perfect
gentleman demeanor.
“Get your hands
off of Ivy.” Aiden is in Dylan’s face
the instant he can be.
“You got a
problem, cowboy?” Dylan pushes Aiden
back.
“Lay a hand on a
girl and you are the one with a big problem.
It will be the last time you use your hands.” Aiden is dead serious with his threat. “Let’s take this outside.” The cowboys surround Dylan.
Taron busts
through the crowd that has surrounded us.
He slams into Dylan’s chest with the rage of a fighter. His force slams Dylan to the ground. Taron has his arm pressing into Dylan’s
throat causing him to gasp for air.
“You touch her
again, motherfucker, and I will personally make sure that you never live to see
tomorrow.” It takes four guys to pull
Taron off of Dylan. The cowboys escort
Dylan out of the bar and Taron is outraged.
“What the fuck!” He begins to yell in anger.
“Chill out
brother.” Talon attempts to calm his
twin down.
“What did he say
to you? Why is he grabbing you like
that? Why is cowboy saving the fucking
day?” He is full of questions that I
don’t know the answer to.
“He just grabbed
my arm tightly and asked how his girl was doing. I told him that I am not anyone’s girl and
then Aiden was there. Calm down,
please.” I’m starting to feel the stress
of him being this angry. My childhood
was spent with different men beating on my mother every day. They used to talk to her and look at her like
he is talking to me right now. I don’t
think he would ever hit me, but his rage is causing old memories to surface
that I am not ready to deal with right now.
“Aiden saves the
motherfucking day. Doesn’t he?” He is angry with me. Why is he so pissed at me?
“Aiden is just a
friend. What is your problem?” I grab him by the collar of his t-shirt and
pull his face to mine. “Jealous much?”
“No one should
be touching you like that.”
“I agree and it
has been handled. Please don’t ruin
tonight for us.” I beg him as I hold him
an inch from my face trying to get him to focus on me. He finally calms down just as Smitty shows up
to see what is going on. I’m thankful
that Smitty loves these guys. I’m
positive that all of our asses would have been tossed if they weren’t the band
that fills this bar every time they schedule.
“I’m done
tonight. The show is over.” Taron begins to yell at everyone that is
surrounding us. The DJ starts to play
some music and the crowd finally moves away.
“I’m ready to
break out of here.” He looks frustrated
as he looks at me over his shoulder. He
has a hold of my hand and our arms are extended between us since I haven’t
moved. I see Eaven looking at us with a
smile on her face.
I decide to walk
in her direction and Taron follows staying attached to my hand. “We’re going to head out.” She knows what we’re leaving to do. She knows me better than I know myself
sometimes. She leans over to hug me and
manages to whisper in my ear so that Taron can’t hear.
“Be careful my
friend.” Then she leans into a hug with
him. She whispers something in his ear
that I can’t hear.
Taron
“Hurt her, and I
will kill you.” Eaven’s threat is heard
loud and clear. I have witnessed the
bond that these two share, and I know they will always protect each other. My future sister-in-law is a feisty survivor
and I don’t plan to cross her. She has
proven that she will fight for those she loves.
It takes entirely
too long to exit the club. People are
everywhere and every time I turn around some girl from one of my past hookups
is lingering in my view waiting for the opportunity to ‘meet’ up with me. I know Ivy can sense what these girls are
after because she gets defensive before we get out the door.
“Jealous
much?” I decide the best way to approach
this is to be playful and throw her words right back at her.
“Um…. No. Like I have always said, if you want ‘cock
rot’ feel free to play the field, just don’t expect me to hang around.” She is extremely sassy with that fucking
mouth of hers. It is what I love and
hate so much about her equally. She is a
breath of fresh air compared to all of the groupies that I am flooded with
constantly.
I have been holding
out for Ivy since we started spending so much time together after Eaven’s
accident. “There’s no ‘cock rot’
here. My dick may fall off from lack of
use lately, but I know that I’m clean. I
always wrap it and I get tested regularly.”
I have to
protect myself from the lot lizards of the concert scene. They will agree with everything I say or want
to do. It’s like they are spineless
females that expect me to give them a great fuck and then they know the
drill. They head out. I may hit four girls in the same night if I
start at the club.
I haven’t had
any interest in any of them lately. Been
there, fucked that.
There is a sexy
brunette that has had all of my attention.
I love a challenge. She acts like
she isn’t interested in me, but I know that if she has a taste, she will love
it. I can’t wait to see if that sassy
mouth is just as feisty in the bedroom.
If it is, I may not be able to stand it.
About the Author
Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Enid, Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the Amazon Best Selling 'Rebel Walking' series. Book one: 'In a Heartbeat' was released June 2013, Book two: 'Heaven Sent' was just released in September 2013.
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