Surrender (6 page)

Ava

“Your mother? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“What did she want?”

“She wanted to meet up with me. But that’s not going to happen.”

“Wait, I thought you didn’t talk to her anymore?”

“I haven’t in about five or six years.”

“So how did she get your number?”

I hear Brody sigh, he sounds really off. This phone call has thrown him off a lot more than he is admitting I think.

“Travis.”

“What? He can’t do that Brody. He should not be giving out your personal phone number at all. What if it wasn’t your mum but some crazy stalker?”

I lower my voice; I’m still at work and I don’t need everybody else overhearing this conversation. Jen found out about my relationship with Brody and wants to do an article about Brody finding love. I’m trying to hold her off for a while until the whole thing with Jeremy dies down. I won’t let her find out about Brody’s past, I won’t allow that to become public knowledge. Brody’s voice brings me out of my thoughts.

“I’m going to deal with that when I get off the phone to you.”

“So are you going to meet up with her?”

“No way, Ava. She was a shit mother then and I bet nothing has changed.”

“So you’re not going to give her a chance? What if she has changed?”

“She is a junkie, Ava; I came home every day after school to find them either high or passed out drunk. There was never any food in the house. I had to get a job to pay the bills and buy food because they wouldn’t. I dropped out of school to become a mechanic because their money went on their crack.”

“Babe.”

“No Ava. Sammy died because of them. I will never forgive them.”

“Brody, I never asked you to. Look I finish work in an hour, come around to my place and I’ll cook you something for dinner and we can talk about it there. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Brody hangs up and I sigh, I wonder what she wants. You don’t just show up out of the blue for no particular reason. I wonder if Brody being in the public eye now has anything to do with it or if she really has changed for the better.

Brody

As I walk into Travis’ office he looks a little surprised to see me. He’s on the phone but as soon as he sees my face, he ends the call. He must sense that I’m not happy.

“Brody, what are you doing here? Did we have a meeting scheduled? Have a seat.”

I ignore his offer and remain standing just inside the door. My hands are clenched into fists and I take a deep breath trying to keep my composure.

“I just want to know, Travis, what makes you think you have the right to give out my personal number?”

His eyes widen and he suddenly starts to fidget, brushing his hair off of his forehead and then straightening items on his desk.

“She has called me five times over the last two weeks and I finally gave in. I really think you should talk to her. Hear what she has to say.”

“Travis, I don’t care what she has to say. That woman has never been a mother to me, why should I let her try to start now?”

Travis shrugs.

My voice rises as I try to contain my anger. “You had no right to give her my number.”

“Sometimes people make mistakes. Sometimes they deserve a second chance.”

Travis knows a little about what happened with my parents and my brother, but he doesn’t know all of the details.

“These people don’t deserve a second chance. They let my baby brother die in his bed while they were busy shooting up in the next room. People like that don’t deserve a second chance. People like that deserve to rot in fucking hell.”

“I’m sorry, Brody. I didn’t know that. I knew you had some troubles with them when you were younger so you no longer communicate with them but it’s been years, you should give them a chance…”

I can’t hold in the anger anymore, I walk forward to his desk and slam my hand down on top of it.

“They killed my fucking brother! I can’t just get over that.”

I don’t even wait for a response from Travis; I turn around and storm out of his office slamming the door behind me.

As I head toward Ava’s apartment on my bike, I feel the anger starting to dissipate, but I am still tense. When I arrive she opens the door and wraps her arms around me. I lift her in my arms and carry her to her bedroom. The build-up of tension inside my body needs to be released and at the moment this is the most enjoyable and effective way I can think of. I place her on her feet in front of me and fumble with the buttons on her work blouse. Giving up, I just rip the blouse from her body, sending buttons flying across the room. She grins at me as she wraps one hand around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to hers. She tastes so good; like chocolate. As I drag my mouth away from hers and glance down at the lacy pink bra covering her gorgeous breasts, my dick stirs. Pulling the cups down, I lean down and kiss one of her taut, rosy nipples as my other hand releases the zipper on the side of her black skirt, causing it to pool around her feet. She is wearing pink panties that match the bra. They are lacy and see through revealing a small strip of hair.

“Fuck you turn me on, Ava.”

She moans and I run my lips over her breast and up her neck, capturing her lips in mine. The kiss is rough, desperate; full of passion and need. As our tongues tumble together she lifts my shirt over my head and runs her fingernails down my back. I shiver as I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. I cup her generous breasts in my hands and they are soft and heavy. Perfection. Spinning her around in my arms I pull her panties down roughly. She steps out of them and they get caught on the heel of her black stilettos. She bends down to remove her shoes but I stop her.

“Leave them on, Ava.”

She sighs as I place a kiss on the side of her neck, sucking on the sensitive area just above her collar bone. She trembles in my arms and I place one hand around her waist and the other on her upper back, gently pushing her down so that she is bent at the waist and resting her hands on the bed. Stepping back I glance down at her tight, round, firm butt as I drop my jeans to the floor and toss them aside. Ava glances back at me with so much desire, I can’t wait any longer; I need to be deep inside of her.

Grasping one of her hips I use my other hand to rub my cock over her opening. She throws her head back in pleasure and moans. Thrusting hard I go as deep as I can and stay there for a few seconds. I love the feeling of her tight muscles around me; clenching. She feels so fucking good. Slowly, I pull out and then thrust back in hard and quick. I do this for a few minutes and she is pushing back into me trying to take me deeper, turning me on even more. Taking both of her hips in my hands I pull her to me as I build up speed, thrusting harder and deeper. She is moaning in pleasure and I feel my release getting closer.

Reaching around her I rub her swollen clit and this sends her over the edge. She is panting and calling my name as she comes, her muscles gripping me even tighter. I follow straight after her and the waves of pleasure take over my whole body, making me weak in the knees. We fall onto the bed and I wrap her in my arms as I place soft kisses all over her back.

When her breathing slows she turns and kisses me.

“Brody, that was so fucking hot.”

Chuckling I shift so that she is underneath me and I kiss her softly as I brush the strands of hair from her face.

“You’re so fucking hot. I mean it, Ava. The things you do to me; the way you make me feel. Sometimes I can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

She pulls me down to her and whispers.

“Are you ready for round two?”

Reaching over to the nightstand, I check the time on my phone and see it’s almost two in the morning. Ava has been sleeping peacefully beside me for the last two hours, but my mind just can’t relax. I’ve been trying to think of a reason why my mother would possibly be trying to get in touch with me now. It’s been years, almost eleven years since Sammy died and almost six years since I had last seen my parents. I was fifteen when Sammy died and as soon as I turned eighteen, I got the fuck out of that house.

I was twelve when my parents started taking drugs. My father had worked in Sales and Marketing for Jeremy’s father’s music company. He and my mother started hanging out with some guy that my Dad met through work and they would stay out until all hours of the night leaving me at home on my own. I later found out that he was their supplier. I didn’t mind being alone. But then they started throwing wild parties in our house, I would lock myself in my room trying to drown out the noise by playing my guitar. I met Jeremy when I was thirteen and we hit it off straight away. We had a lot in common, especially our passion for music. After Sammy died, Jeremy introduced me to Luke and Hunter and we started on getting our band together. It was a good distraction for me and it meant that I spent a lot of time at Jeremy’s house. Jeremy’s parents were okay with me staying at their place almost every night as they knew what was happening at home. Once my Dad started on the heavy drugs, he stopped turning up to work and Jeremy’s Dad fired him. When I was seventeen I found a job as a mechanic with a guy that had been friends with my parents and as soon as I turned eighteen I found a place to live so I didn’t have to live with my parents anymore. I doubt they would have noticed I was gone anyway. All I took was my guitar and some clothes and didn’t even bother saying goodbye. As far as I was concerned they were dead to me.

Ava stirs in my arms and I nuzzle my nose into her hair, inhaling her sweet smell. I’m so grateful for her. Even though we’ve only known each other a short time, she has become so important to me. My life has meaning now that she is in it. I silently make a promise to myself to always make her happy and keep her safe, no matter what.

Jeremy

Staring down at my phone, my thumb hovers over the send button. I haven’t seen or spoken to Jo since the dinner at Brody’s, and I’m sure she’s still pissed at me, but I feel like I need to make things right between us. She may very well ignore this text asking her to meet up with me, but I need to try to reach out to her and apologize.

I send the message and wait nervously for a reply. Two nervous minutes later my phone beeps. Opening the message, I see one word -
‘okay’
. I text back the name of a small bar down the road from Brody’s and tell her to meet me there in an hour.

I’m sitting at the bar when I see her walk through the door. She spots me instantly, walks over and sits on the stool beside me. The bartender glances up at her and she orders a drink. I watch her, waiting for her to look at me. The bartender places her drink on the bar in front of her and she takes a big gulp before putting it back down and turning to face me. She doesn’t say a word, she just stares at me blankly and I know she is waiting for me to say something.

“Jo, I’m sorry I acted like an ass and I’m sorry I took my anger out on you. There are no excuses for the way I treated you, it was just really hard watching them together that night.”

She blinks at me and nods once.

“Jeremy, I know you are hurting because you feel like they both betrayed you. But what you and Ava had is over. You need to move on and stop letting the situation ruin your life. Brody told me about what happened at the show a couple nights ago. He told me he walked offstage in the middle of the show because you were being a jerk.”

“I wasn’t being a jerk. I was stating facts.”

“You were being a jerk. He is your best friend. I know you need time to get over what happened, but you can’t just blame them and keep holding this grudge. You and Brody need to talk this out.”

Shaking my head I run my hand through my hair. “I’m not ready for that. I can’t even look at him without wanting to smash his face.”

Jo frowns. “That’s not you Jeremy. You love him like a brother. Why ruin that over a girl? What is so special about Ava that you will ruin such an important friendship over her?”

She stares at me waiting for my answer.

“I guess it’s not so much the girl, but the fact that he was stealing her away from me while I was trying to build a relationship with her. I know I fucked up with those groupies, I admit that. But he didn’t even give me the chance to sort it out with her. That’s what pissed me off the most.”

Jo looks down at her drink for a minute and then she turns and looks into my eyes. “I really hope for your sake that you can put it all behind you. Because if you can’t, you’re not only going to lose your best friend, but your band is going to fall apart as well.”

My brows draw together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Jeremy, if you keep stirring up shit with Brody, he will leave the band.”

“No, he wouldn’t. The band is his life.”

Jo shakes her head sadly. “That’s where you are wrong, Jeremy. Ava is his life now.”

***

Later that night I’m lying in bed thinking about what Jo said. Is it really that serious between Ava and Brody? Would he really throw away everything we have worked so hard for over a girl? He’d be fucking mad to. Jo and I sorted out our issue. I promised not to take my anger out on her again. Nothing was mentioned about the kiss, but I think that one was better left alone. She is a good friend and I’m glad we can get past that and go back to normal without it being too awkward between us. My mind wanders back to that night weeks ago when she revealed her true feelings to me. There was a spark between us that night and I was really close to doing something stupid with her. The only thing that stopped me that night was Ava. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if Ava and I hadn’t been together then…