Banded Together (Rebel Walking #2.5) (2 page)

"Oh, and Ivy
needs to be in on it because we're going to make it a bachelorette party
as......."
 
He’s obviously
interrupted by
Taron
complaining.

"We'll do
that for yours if you ever man the fuck up.
 
I want everyone in on it together.
 
Make it happen,
Taron
."
 
Talon's face lights up with amusement as I'm
sure
Taron
is still protesting.

"Oh, and we
need to have a session.
 
Get Luke and
Lilly scheduled and let me know when it is.
 
I need to beat the shit out of those drums soon."
 
His conversation ends and he smiles at me.
 
He's pretty proud of himself.

"Is that you
planning our wedding?"

"That’s me
letting the people that mean the most to us be a part of our big day. Get
dressed.
 
I’m taking you shopping."

"Oh
really?
 
What are we shopping
for?"

"You need
something to wear on your big day."
 
He pulls me into his arms and his hands begin to roam just like they
always do.
 
How do we ever get anything
done when neither one of us can keep our hands to ourselves?

"Nice
try.
 
You can't see me in my dress before
the wedding."
 

He leans down to
pull my attention to his eyes.
 
"Who
says we're going dress shopping?
 
I'm
thinking of what you're going to wear
under
that dress."

"Who says I'm
going to wear anything under the dress?
 
So you're worried about how sexy my lingerie will be?"

"I'm not
worried, just curious.
 
Now, let's go
shopping."
 
He ends the statement
with a swat to my ass.

"I'm not
going anywhere without a shower."

"I can help
you with that, too!"

"I fully
expect you to."

Chapter Two

Ivy

This has been the
longest six months of my life.
 
Fighting
in court to make sure Dylan pays for everything he’s done has been exhausting.
 
The nightmares have been the worst.
 
Taron
has been
there every night, kissing and caressing me through the emotions of reliving
those awful moments with Dylan.

I just keep
thinking about how much worse things could be right now if I hadn’t stopped
Taron
from beating Dylan to death.
 
I run my open hand over my stomach and wait
for her to kick again.

Dylan had tortured
me so badly by stalking and attempting to rape me, that
Taron
was fucking done.
 
When
Taron
finally got his hands on Dylan, he wouldn't
stop.
 
His fist just kept bashing and
smashing Dylan's face.
 
My screams begin
to ring through my ears.

"STOP!
 
I'M PREGNANT!
 
YOU'RE GOING TO BE A FATHER!
 
Please stop! Please, please, please.
 
You're going to be a daddy.
 
Please stop for our baby."
 
His rage terrified me and there is no doubt in my mind those were the
only words that would've stopped him.
 

"
Mmmmm
.
 
Bring
me those gorgeous tits, babe."
 
Taron
is completely insatiable now that I have pregnancy
boobs.
 
I've always had decent-sized
girls, but shit if everything isn't swelling up.
 
My sex drive is out of control.
 
It was bad enough with
Taron
before
the pregnancy, but now I just
can't seem to stay satisfied.
 
I climb over
to straddle his naked hips and my short, silky robe falls open as I begin to
move.

His hands surround
my tender breasts, spreading the robe until it's falling off my shoulders.

"Damn, you
get better every fucking day!"
 
His hands
move to my huge belly and the baby begins to move just as he does.
 
"Baby girl, you're supposed to be
sleeping when Daddy is waking up Mommy."

If the way
Taron
has been as a boyfriend is any sign of what kind of
father he will be, then baby Heaven is going to have the best dad
ever
.
 
He’s been very protective and attentive during the entire pregnancy so
far.
 
I'm so thankful that he accepted
the news as well as he did.

I knew becoming a
father would change his life, I just didn't realize how quickly and
dramatically
he
would change.
 
The trial probably affected a lot of that,
but I'm just happy to know this man will be a part of her life forever.

"She's used
to you waking me up every morning."

"Babe, you
can quit moving those hips right now, because I'm
not
having sex while my daughter watches."

"
Haha
.
 
She's
not watching; she'll never even know the difference."

"Bullshit,
Ivy.
 
It's not happening."

"You know you
want this."
 
I throw my head back
and let my long hair drape down my back as I slip the robe completely off.
 
Taking the opportunity to frustrate him even
more, I begin to run my fingers over my nipples.
 
Damn if they aren't extremely sensitive and
instantly harden when my fingers barely brush over each one.

At this point, I'm
not sure if I'm torturing him or myself more.
 
My fingers continue south until I'm dipping into my own wetness.
 
"You know you need this."

"You’re
insane right now, this is
not
happening."

"Damn it,
Taron
."
 
Frustrated and honestly hurt, I move off the bed and grab my robe.
 
Choosing not to bother tying it closed, I
leave the room and go straight for the kitchen, mumbling the whole way.
 
"He did
not
just turn down sex with me again.
 
There is only so much of this a girl can
take.
 
It sucks bad enough that I'm
fucking huge and I know I'm not attractive, but shit, he can at least
pretend
he likes what he
sees."
 
He's been a great dad by
taking care of me, but he's holding back on me in the bedroom.
 
It's making me feel like he's getting it
somewhere else, but he's constantly with me so I know that's not possible.

I flip the water
faucet on and start cleaning the dishes in the sink.
 
I'm so pissed that I miss him entering the
room.
 
The water is splashing all over
the counter and onto my stomach.
 
I'm so
huge right now; it's killing my back to lean over the sink.
 
"Fuck this.
 
I'm done doing dishes and cleaning up after
his ass.
 
He can just sleep on the
couch."

"Listen to
that sassy, fucking mouth.
 
Do you really
think you can keep me out of your bed?"

"Why should I
even let you
in
my bed?
 
It's not like you can handle looking at me
right now.
 
I'm so fucking huge I can't
even reach the dishes in the sink.
 
You get
all grossed out every time I try to have sex with you."

"
Really?
 
We had sex last night.
 
Why are you being crazy?"

"You haven't
even
seen
crazy.
 
You want crazy, I'll give it to
you...."
 
His hand covers my mouth
and he pulls me back against his body—his hard, solid body that lights up
everything in mine on contact every damn time.

"You need to
stop.
 
Shut that feisty mouth before you
piss me off.
 
You have no say about where
I sleep.
 
I'll travel the world to find
your bed."
 
He slips his other hand
down my side, headed straight for my throbbing clit that's full of sensation.
 
Moving his fingers just slightly, he has my
full attention.
 
I couldn't speak right
now if I had to call 911 for an emergency.

"You are even
sexier today that you were the first day I met you.
 
This right here is what you do to me every
fucking day."
 
He presses his hips
against my ass and it's very apparent that he likes what he sees.

"You need to
understand that I can't wait to take you every single time you want it, but I
refuse to do anything to hurt you or the baby."

I try to speak
through his hand, but he pulls me closer and holds my mouth tighter.
 
He lowers his head until his lips are right
next to my ear.
 
"You can't argue
with me.
 
Our baby is awake and moving
around.
 
How do you expect me to spank
your ass and fuck you like you want me to when my daughter is trying to
play?"

I bust out in hysterical
laughter and he finally removes his hand.
 
Gripping the sink, I continue laughing at his expense.
 
"It's not like she can feel us having
sex!"

"I can feel
her moving and that shit distracts me.
 
Ivy, there is no way I can concentrate with that going on."

"Oh
Taron
, you know I can keep your attention,
surely
you know this.
 
Besides, she isn't moving around
anymore."
 
I move my hand down his
stomach and under the band of his shorts.
 
I don't have to bother with layers because he isn't wearing any.
 
His cock stands at attention when my hand
comes in contact with it.

I turn just enough
so my open robe exposes my chest to him.
 
I always win our arguments, especially if I pull out the girls.

"You
suck."

"I've been
trying to, but you're being difficult."

"I can't win
with you."

"Don't you
see, you win all the time."
 
I drop
to my knees and pull his throbbing length into my mouth.
 
Using just the right combination of tongue
and suction, I have him completely lost almost immediately.
 
What can I say?
 
I know what my guy likes, and it's my job to
remind
him that I know.

Watching his body
react to me is by far my biggest turn on.
 
Taron
is passionate.
 
He loves with a passion that I've never felt
from anyone before.
 
I continue to show
him who’s in control by making him forget everything else in the world.

"Ah fuck,
Ivy.
 
Marry me!"
 

I freeze—my mouth
full of
Taron
and my mind spinning out of
control.
 
I know I truly love this man
for so many reasons, but there is no way I’m marrying him.
 
I've always said that I'd never trap a
man.
 
If we get married, he'll feel
trapped.
 
A man like
Taron
should never be caged.
 

I pull back and
begin to stand up as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him.
 
Burying my face in his chest, I simply close
my eyes.
 
There is no way I'm going to
talk to him about this right now.

What was it I said
about showing him who’s in control?
 
I'm
pretty sure I'm losing control by the second and I'm seconds away from losing
my shit.
 
I feel the walls closing in on
me and it isn't helping that he is completely surrounding me.

"Don't you
dare.
"
 
His voice
comes out stern and frustrated.
 
"Don't you dare shut me out,
Ivy.
"

"Don't ask me
to marry you."
 
My voice sounds weak
compared to his, but he better not mistake it as
me
being weak.
 
I pull away
from him completely and tie my robe closed.

"I didn't
ask."

"You
ass!
 
Who says that during a blow
job?"

"I was just
reminding you not to get too comfortable being in control, because everything
can change in an instant.
 
Why won't you
marry me, anyway?"

"Because,
I'm not going to marry you."

"Yes you
are."

"No,
Taron
, I'm not."

"Why
the hell not?
 
We’re together,
we’ll have a family soon and we love each other."

"Yes, we'll
have a family and we love each other, but we can have that without getting
married.
 
You're just saying all of this
because it's what everyone says we should do.
 
Well,
fuck
everyone else.
 
I'm not doing anything I'm not ready for and
I'm
definitely
not forcing you into
something you aren't ready for.
 
For
fucks sake,
Taron
, you're about to finally go back on
tour and you have so much going for you..."