Free Heaven Sent by Hilary Storm Page B

I
    can do this.
    I exit the shower and glance over
    my body. My skin looks better, but not
    perfect. There is definitely a real ugly
    bruise on my side. I throw on a t-shirt
    and open the door. The steam begins to
    drift out of the room and I take a few
    more minutes to brush out my long hair.
    I can feel him watching me, so I
    enjoy a little tease of my own. I bend
    over to get my clothes making sure that
    he can see between my legs in the
    process. I hear him approaching so I
    slowly stand up knowing he is about to
    invade my space again. I feel his hips
    touch first. He is careful not to
    overwhelm me with his hands. I know
    he is holding back and I appreciate it. I
    turn my face until we are touching.
    I lean back into his chest and close
    my eyes. I hear him inhale deeply next
    to my hair and feel his face brush up
    against mine.
    I melt when I feel his finger slide
    down my face and then slowly graze my
    arm all the way down. He doesn’t try to
    grope me. He just slides a few fingers in
    between mine and gently squeezes. A
    tear runs down my cheek and I let it fall.
    There is no way I can just be friends
    with him.
    That ship has sailed.
    He’s flirted his way into my heart,
    and to be honest I don’t want to fight it
    anymore. He can be gentle and caring.
    He has proven it when he stood by my
    through Eaven’s hell, and now he stands
    by me through my own.
    “It’s about time to leave for the
    airport,” he whispers.
    “Ok,” I say through heavy breath.
    “I’ll put some clothes on and I’ll be
    ready shortly.” I smile because I know
    this is only just the beginning and I’m
    ready to escape the reality of home.

    We make it to the airport. The
    Rebel Walking agent sent us a private jet
    to travel on. It’s extremely nice and by
    far the best treatment that I’ve received
    when traveling. I sit in the seat and try
    to prepare for this trip. The trip that I
    will never forget for as long as I live
    because memories like this will stick
    with a person forever.
    Just as we are about to take off,
    Eaven grabs my hand. “Leave it all in
    the past! Only forward from here.” She
    is reminding me that I’m not alone in
    this. She gets what I’m going through
    even though I refuse to share specific
    details with her. She has always been
    here for me. I love this girl and would
    do anything for her.
    “Yes. Only forward.” I smile and
    feel the stress begin to leave my
    shoulders. The weight of the world on
    my shoulders gets lighter the further we
    fly away from Missouri.
    I look over at Taron and catch him
    looking at me. His smile is infectious
    and I’m forced to smile back. His eyes
    pierce straight into mine and I see the
    look of want and desire spread across
    his face. I think he purposely sat across
    from me so he could watch me. I use my
    phone to text him.

    Ivy; You a member yet? I watch his
    face light up and he looks back at me
    with a raised brow and that gorgeous
    smile.

    Taron: Not YET!
    Ivy: Me neither! <3

    I realize this is probably one of the
    only firsts we will get to experience
    with each other. I feel great right now
    and that is enough incentive to make it
    happen. I unbuckle my seatbelt and look
    into his eyes again. There is no need to
    speak now and I move to the back of the
    airplane. I follow the small hall until I
    find a door. When I open it, I’m
    surprised to see a bed. I don’t even
    bother closing the door behind me
    because I know Taron is on my heels. I
    stop in the middle of the small room.
    He closes the door and moves in
    behind me. “Are you sure you’re ready
    for
    this?” His whisper sounds
    desperate. I know he would never force
    me to do anything that I’m not ready for.
    “I’m ready.” That is all it took.
    His arms and large hands consume my
    body instantly. He is quick to unbutton
    my jeans and his touch burns my skin as
    he begins his way into my panties.
    His other hand slides under my
    shirt until he reaches my tender breasts.
    My skin