by Hilary Storm
“NOW.” I tie my best friends hands behind her back because a gun is aimed right at her head. I fucking tie my best friend up so a rapist can ruin her life, just to save her life. This pisses me off.
“Stand up, Eaven. I’m going to check Ivy’s work.” He pulls on the knot just like I knew he would.
“Now sit. Ivy, get up.” He yanks my arms behind my back and ties the knot so tight it brings tears to my eyes.
He presses himself into my back. He starts to rub himself into my hands. I work my fingers to get a good grip and the gun touches my temple. I want to fucking rip his balls from his body, but I'd never get that far.
“Fucking feisty. I want you to fight, but be smart about how hard you do it. There are consequences, Ivy. Your actions did this. You use people to get what you want. You’re a selfish bitch only looking out for yourself. Tonight you're going to be the one getting used.”
I relax my fingers, repulsed that he's so hard right now.
“Move to the bedroom. Ivy, I'm going to tie your friend up better so I can enjoy you first.” I turn to watch him grab her chest with one hand and her crotch with the other. My guts twist that she's going through this.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me, or are you worried you aren't good enough?” I spew these words in hopes to piss him off and away from her. It works because he lets her go to move to me.
“No leave her alone.” I glare at Eaven to stop. Her face shows the horror we are enduring. I send her a look that tells her I'm going to be okay. She shakes her head no as her tears run down her face.
There's nothing left to do or say. I let him drag me into the bedroom. The taste of his mouth disgusts me. His touch on my breast makes me gag. He rips my shirt open and moves my bra up and I watch as his mouth moves over each nipple. My gut turns when he makes contact. I close my eyes so I don't have to replay this nightmare if I live through it. He pushes me down on the bed and reaches for my zipper. My shoulders are throbbing from the weight of my body falling on my arms.
I hold my breath and wait for the pain to lessen. Focus on the pain. Don't focus on him. He has my jeans off when he pulls himself free from his own. He starts to stroke himself as he stands over me. He lays the gun on the bed near the edge and leans over me to move my g-string panties to the side. I use his concentration on getting into my panties as a distraction when I see Eaven out of the corner of my eye.
I raise my leg with the fierceness of all my hatred for this man. I land a full shin into his balls and watch the pain rush over his face. Eaven jumps for the gun and I use my foot to kick him in the chest. The force of my kick throws him against the wall just as Taron barrels through the door.
The rage on Taron’s face is undeniable. I've never seen him like this. He is on Dylan in seconds. His fists are smashing in Dylan's face with a scary intensity. Blood splatters all over the wall but Dylan tries to fight him off. Eaven is holding the gun aimed at Dylan. Taron is beating the shit out of Dylan and I hurry to my feet to move Eaven and I away. Taron continues to hit him and Dylan stops fighting. His body is lifeless.
Taron is still punching. “Taron stop!” He doesn't listen. He's zoned into Dylan and I can't get him to stop.
“Taron please stop!” I start to scream. “Please Stop!” “I love you. Please stop. Stop before you kill him. Fucking stop!” He won't listen. Eaven starts to beg when I can't get through.
Finally I decide I have to tell him.
“STOP! I'M PREGNANT! YOU’RE GOING TO BE A FATHER! Please Stop! Please stop. Please, please, please,” I say, through hysterical cries. I close my eyes and start screaming at the top of my lungs. “You're going to be a daddy. Please stop for our baby!”
He stops, but never looks up. He’s sitting on Dylan's chest. Dylan. who isn't moving. Dylan who has ruined my life and now I'm afraid I'll realize just how much he's ruined it.
Taron never looks up. It's like he's contemplating his next move. I start to move toward him.
“Please stop. Don't let him take you away from your baby.” Taron's breathing is heavy and his chest is heaving up and down.
“Don't let him take you away from me,” I say when I get close. “Taron, I love you so much and I can't let you go to jail for me. Please look at me.” He doesn't look up. His eyes never leave the scum on the floor. Eaven calls the police and I continue to talk to Taron. I know he is shocked because he won't take his eyes off of Dylan's battered and beaten face.
“I love you. I'm sorry I hurt you and pushed you away. I don't love Aiden. It's you and only you. I just wanted to protect you. I wanted you to be the famous rock star you deserve to be.” His breathing slows slightly so I continue to talk.
“You deserve so much more than I can give you. I will drag you down. You will be someone famous one day. Please don't mess that up.” I watch the man I love struggle with so many emotions. Hatred seems to be the most dominant emotion on his face.
“Please say something. Please look at me.” He doesn't move and I know I've finally proven to him that I'm no good for him.
~Sixteen~
Taron
Fucking Asshole! I'll kill you! I won't stop until every breath is gone from your body! I'll never stop! Your blood is splattering all over the wall you sick fucker. Enjoy hell after I'm done. I'll see you there because of this, so get ready for me.”
“Stop, please stop.” I hear her, but I can't stop. There is nothing that will stop me. Nothing she can say to make me not kill this asshole. I won't stop until he pays for what he's done to her.
“STOP! I'M PREGNANT! YOUR GOING TO BE A FATHER! Please Stop! Please stop. Please, please, please,”
I stop. I fucking freeze at her words. A father. I'm going to be a dad. I listen to her say everything I've wanted to hear, and then switch to nonsense about her dragging me down. I don't move my eyes from the blood running down his cheek while she continues to degrade herself. I'm not going to fight with her because the police are coming. I'm going to jail. He's not breathing. I've killed a man. I'm going to be a father, and I just enjoyed every second of beating a man to death. I don't regret it. I know my baby will be taken care of. My brothers will handle everything. I want to tell her I love her too, but I need her to move on from this. I can't look at her. I don't want her to see the rage in my eyes. The rage of a killer who would kill him again if given the chance.
I wait until the police barge in and lift me off of his lifeless body before I move. I turn my head from her when they escort me from the room. I hear her sobs and it cuts right through me that I can't comfort her. She has Eaven. Talon and Holden will help her in life. They'll make sure my family is safe and secure. I'll fucking miss her every day, but she won't ever have to worry about Dylan again. I won't ever regret what I've done, but I will always wish I could see my son in her arms. See him smile for the first time.
Ivy
It’s been three days since they took him away. My mind replays everything from that day. I drift into a daydream about the events that followed after I told him everything.
He won't even look at me when they escort him out.
I can't let him go to jail for this. Eaven pulls me in tight and we both sob together. This is a whole new level of being there for each other. I would never have wished for her to be there for me during that hell. My shirt is so ripped that I can't keep it closed. Her clothes are still on, so she pulls the blanket off the bed and wraps it around me.
I hear Holden barge in shortly after Taron is removed from the room. The police stop him from getting anywhere near us. His face meets mine and I mouth to him, “They took Taron in to the station.” His eyes search for Dylan. He can see his lifeless body on the floor. Paramedics are working on him. An officer pushes Holden out of the room and we get moved into the front room of the suite.
Ev and I are separated to give our statements. I'm slipping further into my numbness the more I tell my story. I watch as the paramedics rush Dylan out on the gurney. I want him to live so Taron won't be in so much troub
le, but I can’t believe that I'm actually praying for that monster to live. I explain to the officer that Taron was saving our lives when he beat Dylan so badly.
I hear another commotion and see Talon in the door fuming to get past the officers. His eyes haven't left Eaven. I swear I can feel the pull between those two anytime they're near each other.
“She's my fiancé. Let me in. I need to make sure she's okay.” He stops and faces the officer.
“Please, they've been through enough. Let me just hold them. I won't say anything.”
The officer talking to Eaven waves Talon over and he leaps over furniture to get to her. He looks at me and asks the officer if they can move over to me.
Talon carries Eaven over to me and wraps me up inside his arms with her. “I'm here for you both. That fucker is gone. He can't get to you anymore.”
“They took Taron to jail.” Eaven manages to speak. “Taron's going to be a dad and he's going to jail. Talon, fix this. Don't let Ivy down. Please,” she pleads.
“Holden has already called our lawyer. Mike is on his way. We'll do everything we can to get him back.
My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. Either Holden or Talon have been by my side since the day of the attack. Holden is on his feet quickly and I watch to see who is here.
My body becomes alive when I see him. He doesn't move toward me. He just stands in the doorway staring at me. My body tingles with excitement as I move to him. Holden steps out of the room and Taron waits for me to get near before he takes a final step into the room so the door can close.
I crash into him. My lips devour his. My hands are all over his head and my fingers are running through his hair. I wrap my legs around him and he turns me so that I'm up against the wall. Our mouths are all over each other. God this feels so good. It feels so right. I was so scared that I'd never see him again. I pull his hair so that his head lifts to look me in the eyes.
We look into each other and I lean my forehead on his. Our breathing is erratic.
“Ivy, I love you. You don't get to walk away from me ever again. You're mine, just like I'm yours. We have some things to figure out, but we'll do it together. Do you hear me? I said together. You are my life.” He moves his hands to my stomach. “This baby boy…he's my life. Without you both, I'm nothing.”
I stop him with a kiss that I can't hold back any longer. Then I decide its time I say a few things.
“I love you too. I won't walk away from you ever again. I'm yours, just like you're mine. We'll figure this out together. You and this baby are my life.” His lips smash into mine again. I pull him away to finish.
“But this baby is a girl!” His eyes fill with shock and surprise.
“There's no way I'm having a daughter. I'll be beating asses for years, fighting off assholes like me.” I smile at his concern. Karma is a funny thing.
“We'll find out in a couple of months when I have the ultrasound.”
“How did you get out?”
“Mike is bad ass and since the doctor saved Dylan, I'm out.”
“They dropped the charges after they found his vehicle. They found evidence in it that makes him a suspect in other cases. He's going away for a long time. It helped that they found out how fucked up he really was.”
He walks me to the bed and sits on the edge with me still wrapped around his waist. I pull my lip between my teeth and look forward to what is getting ready to happen. His smirk lights up my insides and he leans in. I close my eyes and anticipate his kiss when I feel it. Damn slobber across my lips. My eyes fly open.
“I'm going to kick your ass.” His laughter fills the room as I unleash my attack on him. I easily pin him below me on the bed because he isn't even trying to fight me off.
“I can't believe you licked me again. You're insane!”
“I told you not to look at me like that!”
I stop and put my serious sexy expression on my face. “Do you mean like this?”
He moans and grinds his hips upwards when I continue my tease. I run my fingers around my lips then slowly between my breasts taking my shirt lower as I go. His eyes watch my finger as I make a trail straight down to my shorts and the area where we're connected. His breath hitches when I rub myself on the outside of the denim. I smile because this is what it’s supposed to be like.
I move my fingers and begin to run my hands up his chest until my hands are holding me up over his face. I lean in and enjoy the feeling of his hands taking over my ass. I let my tongue run up his chin and across his lips. “I missed you so much,” I whisper to his lips. He smiles and lets me kiss and nibble his lips without moving a muscle.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Taron
“Baby, we need to go! We’re gonna be late!”
“I’m coming! Damn, give a girl some time.” She bounces out of the bedroom on one leg trying to slip on a heel. She looks so damn sexy carrying my baby. Her boobs flow over every bra she owns and I fucking love it. This short little dress she has on is going to tease me all damn day. I walk over to her and help her stay steady so she can put that sexy shoe on. Those heels are my favorite. They extend her sexy legs that lead right up to that ass I love so much.
I run my hand up her thigh while she’s leaning over. She flips her head around causing her hair to sling over her shoulder. Her eyes meet mine and she’s full of mischief. This is my sexy woman who can match my sex drive without complaint. She bends over further and shifts so that her butt is flush against me. Damn. It’s not like we didn’t go at it already this morning and during the night. The memories of last night bring an instant smile to my face. I pull her hips in tight putting pressure right where I crave it. She shifts her ass just enough to have me squirming and ready for her yet again.
She stands up and reaches around behind me to pull me even closer to her. I let my hands run up her body until I have my hands more than full of her chest. I move my hands up her neck and back down, this time running underneath her shirt and into her bra. She turns her head to meet my lips and begin nibbling on my bottom lip.
“Damn. Baby, you’re so fucking hot!”
Her smile makes me so happy. We’ve overcome so much in the past couple of months. She is the strongest woman that I know. Her courage to work through the emotions that Dylan caused has been so impressive and she stayed strong during all of my court dates until I was completely cleared of any crimes. Our band lost the tour, but she and Eaven have both helped the band find gigs nearby. Our band is taking off faster than ever and we are working out a deal to do our own tour in the next couple of months right after our new music is released.
I haven’t told Ivy yet, but I’m looking for a house to buy in the next couple of weeks. We can’t live in this bachelor pad with a little one and besides that, I’m ready to have some privacy.
I love this girl and I tell her that everyday. Our connection can only be described as explosive. Our personalities make for one hell of a great time. We can have the best time together just going to the grocery store.
I run my hands lower inside her shirt exposing her more. I’m leaning down into her neck to begin my trail of kisses when I hear the door slam. I slowly lift her shirt back to where it belongs, but our disheveled state of arousal is obvious and Ivy continues to slowly shift against me. There is one thing that is unmistakable and that is when Ivy is horny. There’s not a guy in the world that misses her when she looks like this. Hell. I’m pretty sure the ladies even notice.
“You have a room, fucking use it! I don’t need to see your porn every damned day.” Holden is just jealous that he doesn’t have his own piece to lie next to every night.
“I don’t want ya to forget how to treat a lady, brother.”
“I don’t need your lessons, get out of here.”
“Come on baby. I need you to take care of business.” Her grip on the button of my jeans pulls me forward. I follow right on her ass straight into the bedroom. I’d follow her anywhere, espec
ially with this look on her face.
She pulls on me until we are next to our bed. She flips around and pushes me on my back onto the mattress. Of course I could have stood there and resisted her shove, but I love when she takes control. She never disappoints.