Soul-Mates Forever (12 page)

I take his face in my hands and kiss him. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back with so much emotion. It’s hard to break away, because I don’t want to, but we need to figure this out. I lean back and look deep into his eyes. “I think we should call Shane, maybe see if we can go over there and tell him everything that’s happened. I think he needs to know and maybe he’ll know what to do.” He nods and kisses me again.

About another hour later we are sitting in the living room in Shane and Allie’s condo. Tuck and I are holding hands, sitting on the couch and Allie is holding my other one. Shane is pacing the floor in front of the coffee table, scratching his chin with a deep frown on his face.

“I think maybe I should call Stiles in on this. He’s back from vacation and called me the other day. He’s the best man to get involved,” Shane says reaching for his phone. I remember Detective Stiles from when he helped Shane and Allie from her crazy ex-lover.

Stiles was there in a matter of minutes. We sat there as Tuck and Shane recounted the entire situation that happened so long ago. I watched as Tuck explained what all happened with me and our meeting today. Stiles wasn’t located here at the time five years ago, but he said he would dig up the files and study them. He said we should be careful with our surroundings and if anything suspicious turns up to call him immediately. I hate to admit it, but I’m a little freaked out about this whole thing even more so now.

The drive back to our house is quiet. My eyes can’t help but shift to him often trying to gauge his mood. He looks deep in thought. We finally pull into the garage, the automatic door closing as we get out of the car. I shut the door, turn and am pulled into his warm embrace.

“If anything ever happens to you, I…” He whispers into my ear. “I’d never forgive myself. I can’t…” He stops himself by kissing me so hard and so deep that I can’t catch my breath. We stop, and he cups my face in his strong hands. “I can’t live without you, beauty. I would die for you.” Tears are trying to break free from my eyes, but I must be strong for him. For us. “I’m calling off the New York trip.”

He tries to turn away but I grip his arm, his head moves back to look at me. “No! No, you can’t, Tuck. We can’t let him live our lives for us, dictate what we do and where we go. We can’t. Marcus will be here in the afternoon tomorrow and will be here until you get back. I’ll be fine. Please don’t cancel. You need to go.”

He turns fully and captures my mouth once again. His kisses travel from my lips to my cheek, temple and stays on my forehead. “I love you, my beauty. I love you so much.” He looks searchingly into my tear filled eyes. “Ok, I’ll go but…” I nod, shakily. “I’m dropping you off at Allie’s on the way to the airport, ok? You can call Marcus and tell him where to pick you up in his rental car, ok?” I take a deep breath and nod more assuredly now. He kisses my forehead. “That’s my girl.”

* * *

We are sitting in the car the next morning in Shane and Allie’s driveway, making out heavily. Fuck, I don’t want to leave her. “Come with me.”
Kiss
. “Please.”
Kiss.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
Kiss. Kiss.
Our kissing becomes more as she pulls her luscious mouth away.
I want to make long, sweet, love to her. Right now!

She pushes my chest, gently. “You’d better go or you’ll miss your flight,” she says in hesitation. She looks down and then raises her eyes to mine, putting on a fake smile. “Seriously, you need to go. The sooner you leave and get all your business done, the sooner you’ll come back to me.” Her eyes become glassy and a lone tear leaks from one eye. I rub it away with my thumb and kiss her pouty lips.
Fuck, this is making it harder to leave her.

Pressing my forehead against hers, I let out a sigh. “I don’t want to leave you.” I kiss her forehead and pull my head back so I can look into her eyes again. “Ok. I’m going, but I’ll call you constantly. It will be like I’m just at work, but longer.” I sigh again. “Just make sure you stay safe, make sure Marcus takes care of you and don’t take any chances, ok?” I kiss her long and hard until she pulls away, smiles sadly and gets out of the car. I slowly back out of the driveway as I watch Shane and Allie come out the front door to meet her. Allie wraps her arms around my now crying beauty, and I can’t bear to watch anymore. I drive down the street trying not to look back and head for the airport. This is gonna be the longest four days of my entire life.

So, I may have texted my beauty about a dozen times before and after I got on the plane. Fuck! I miss her already. How in the hell can someone get so under my skin, in my heart and soul, so fast? I guess when it’s your soul-mate and meant to be it just happens. She’s such a part of me now, like the air that I breathe.

I’m in my very lonely hotel room that night and flipping channels on the T.V. Pax and I have already talked for over an hour, and I want to call her again and talk more. She asked about my day, and I told her what a jam packed day I had. I met with the charity coordinator and went over half the schedule. We have to go over the rest tomorrow and the next day we will go look at the room where the charity is being held to check out the equipment for the band and the set up. It was boring as hell. I seriously need to hire someone to do all this for us. Fuck!

I start to doze off when I hear a knock on my door. I check the alarm clock, and it’s after eleven. Who the hell can that be? I get up, throw my t-shirt back on, walk to the door and open it. There stands someone I seriously did not want to see.
What in the fuck is he doing here?
“Mr. Davenport.”

He clears his throat and shakes his head. “May I…?” He clears his throat again and stands up straighter. “May I come in?” I stand back and throw my arm out into the room. He walks in, looks around the room and turns to me abruptly. We stand there in awkward silence for what seemed like way too long.

“So, what brings you to New York and more importantly to my hotel room?” I ask with a scowl on my face.
Fuck, this is all I need.

He walks over to me, looks me straight in the eyes, stopping right within inches of me. I cross my arms over my broad chest and puff it up a bit.
I’m not scared of you, motherfucker.

“You took my daughter away from me. I can’t say that I’m not pissed about that but I understand. She’s beautiful, talented, smart and a body that all men want. And you knocked me out in the process.”
Ok, he’s starting to tick me the hell off.
He pulls out a wad of cash from his dress pants and starts counting. He looks up to me and sneers. “What will it take to leave her alone and bring her back to me and leave her life forever? Come on. You all have a price. What’s yours?”
Is he fucking kidding?

Yeah, I don’t have a lot of patience for assholes, so I hit him square in the nose. Blood pours out as he drops his money and covers his nose with his hands, yelling like a stupid banshee.
Powderpuff.
He lets go of his nose with one hand, pulls out a handkerchief and covers his nose with it, blood seeping from it.

“You’ll pay for this! And I don’t mean with money, son! That’s the second time you’ve fucking hit me!” He says muffled by the cloth. He heads for the door, but I push against it with my hand. With his hand on the doorknob, he looks at me, his blood stained handkerchief still pushed against his nose with the other.

I look down as I tower over him by about four inches. “I’m NOT your son,” I growl. I open the door and give him a shove into the hallway.
Well, that certainly was not fucking fun.
I head to bed feeling a little proud of myself.

Marcus and I are having a blast! After he arrived, we went shopping, to a movie, and then we sat around in our jammies talking most of the night. I had a very hard time getting to sleep once I had talked to my sexy rocker for over an hour while lying in bed, especially when we had phone sex.
Damn, didn’t know I could cum just from the sound of his voice and my hand!
I miss him so much! The bed seems ten times bigger without him here snuggled up behind me. It’s cold between my thighs where his hand likes to lay at night. I should have gone with him, but then I wouldn’t be able to get his surprise done.

I’m up early the next morning as the delivery truck comes with all the things needed for the sound studio. Shane, Marcus, Jesse, Buck and a few of his handy customers along with Spike, Turner, and Granger, his bandmates, are working round the clock to get it all built before Tuck gets home in two days. I am running back and forth with sandwiches and drinks while they work. Allie has been here keeping me company and helping to make the lunch provisions and drinks. Wow, we certainly have the most awesome friends!

Off of our circular drive is a small driveway that goes right up to the unattached garage, soon to be the sound studio, with parking on the other side that you can’t see from the front of the house. That is where the box truck with the instruments will be parked for easy access.

Everyone works really hard on Tuck’s surprise and when they’re all done the rest of the bandmates keep going on about how much they love it and how surprised Tuck will be. It’s perfect! Once we’re all done everyone leaves but the band. Spike walks over to me as we stand there looking at the stage and puts his arm around my shoulder. “Go ahead. Go test out the mic so we can hear what it sounds like.”

I back slowly out of his hold while shaking my head. “No way! No how! You go test it out.” With his hands on my back, he starts pushing me towards it all the while I’m shaking my head and leaning back trying not to move forward.

He laughs. “Babe. I can’t hear what it sounds like if I’m testing it out. Come on. Tuck tells me you have a great voice. Do it for us.”

All the others start clapping and hollering at me. I roll my eyes, square my shoulders back, move out of his pushing hands and step up on the stage. My eyes go wide as I look around the room and the guys just standing there staring at me. I grab the mic stand with both hands, close my eyes and begin to sing one of their songs. I don’t sing the entire song, just a couple of verses. When I open my eyes, I find the guys all staring at me again but this time their expressions are of shock.

“Wow! Seriously, Pax? That was awesome. Have you ever sung professionally?” Turner asks as he begins clapping. I shake my head and look around as the others start clapping as well, and I must be blushing because my face is heating up. “Well, you really should. You have a voice like an angel.” He laughs. “Ok, a sexy, rocker angel.” They all nod simultaneously and laugh.

My eyes go wide but the feeling of pride is swelling in my heart. That’s a great compliment coming from them. “That’s what Tuck said. But… I don’t think I could sing in front of people. I only really sing when I’m cleaning or stressed out.”

Spike walks up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “Pax. Seriously, you should think about it.” He looks at the guys and then back at me. “I know! I think part of the surprise should be you singing with us when he walks in here for the first time!”

“Oh, I dunno.” I turn my head to the guys to see them nodding and smiling at me.
Shit! What am I getting myself into?
“But I really don’t know any of your songs that well and we don’t have a ton of time, he gets back day after tomorrow.”

Spike looks at Granger and then at Turner and they all nod at one another. He puts his arm around me. “Whelp, we have work to do then, don’t we?” My mouth drops open, and he proceeds to close it for me with his finger under my chin. “Boys, let’s get started. We need to help Pax here learn one of our songs and quick.”

We spent the rest of the day and evening and the following day practicing one of their songs. By the end of the day, I was loosening up and really starting to enjoy myself. I can’t wait to see the look on my sexy rockers face when he comes into the studio.

Marcus and I are sitting at the kitchen table eating the awesome hamburgers I cooked on the grill and drinking beers. “Queenie, you are gonna totally rock this house tomorrow! Your sexy man won’t know what hit him!” I choke on my beer as I giggle.
Ew! It went up into my nose.

“Markie, with the hot outfit you got me today, I’m sure he will be more interested in what I look like than my singing.” We both start laughing.

The doorbell rings and we look at each other. “You expecting company?” He asks a confused look on his face. I shake my head and push my hands against the table as I rise to get the door.

Opening the door a crack, I’m pushed back by its force and slammed into the wall behind it. “Ompfh!” My head hits the wall hard, and a hand pushes against my neck as I am lifted into the air. My eyes open to find Darndage sneering at me. I grab his hand that’s around my throat, but I’m not strong enough to push it away.

“Aw, my lovely Paxton. So good to see you again.” He kisses my cheek and then licks it. My eyes close as my stomach starts to churn. He shakes my head with his hand around my throat and my eyes open quickly. “Now, now. Say you’re happy to see me,” he growls while pushing against my throat making it difficult to breathe.

“Who’s at the door?” Marcus’ voice sounds louder as he draws closer.

Darndage growls, squeezes my breast with his other hand and presses his mouth against mine. I try to squirm but am feeling dizzy from the loss of air. “Dammit! Who the fuck is that? No matter. I will have you soon, my lovely. Very soon.” He says against my lips. His mouth nears my ear and he whispers, “Tell my boy that I will have fun fucking his girl before I kill her.”

He abruptly releases me and runs out the door as I fall to the floor, landing on my knees as I gasp and hold my throat. Marcus runs and falls to his knees in front of me, his hand on my shoulder as I cough and choke. “Honey! What in the hell happened? Are you ok?”

Once I have gathered enough air back into my lungs, I grab him and sob into his chest. He rubs my back and we just sit there for quite a while. He finally pushes me back a little, brushes hair off my face while looking at me in concern. “Pax, are you ok, sweetie? Who the fuck was that?” I just look at him with my chin quivering, and he helps pick me up, walks with me upstairs and helps me into bed.