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?
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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.
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 'Rebel Walking' Series. Book One: 'In a Heartbeat' is due to release in June.
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