The Beginning of Us (80 page)

"You are coming home with me tonight."  I whisper in her ear. 
I'm not asking.

"I have to make sure Ivy gets home. She has had a lot to drink."

"Ok, but then you are mine. I don't think I can wait another day, Ev. You make me fucking crazy."

"Really?  I couldn't tell."  She says seductively as she rubs against my already growing erection. 

"Fuck.  Don't do that or
I'll
take your ass to the backroom and finish this." 

"Promises. Promises." 
She's challenging me now.

"Do you really want our first time to be in a bar?"

"Not really. I'll
find Ivy."  We hop down to the floor level and begin our way through the crowd.  We come face to face with a very drunk Ivy.  She begins dancing with Eaven and then makes her way to me. 
She's
instantly rubbing all over my ass and up my back.  I turn around to see what the fuck is going on, and Eaven grabs my face and starts kissing me ending with a bite to my bottom lip. 

We instantly melt into our usual mold, but this time I have Ivy on my ass.  Eaven has her arms wrapped around me with her right hand in my back pocket and the camera in the air in the left hand. 
She's
snapping pictures the entire time.  Ivy makes her way around to Eaven's backside and gives her the same treatment.  Holy shit.  This girl is a hand full. 

Rodeo clown comes to the rescue and takes over Ivy. 
He's
a brave bastard to come near us after the looks I sent him the last time I saw him.  Eaven pulls away from me just a little since we are now dancing to a
faster song.
  She closes her eyes and loses herself.  I see that passion again. 
She's
a music lover.  Can I possibly fall any harder for this girl?  She has single-
handedly changed my life. I feel alive again. We dance until the DJ stops playing music.

Ivy decides she's going to catch a ride home with Macy and Aiden
, so we head to my house. 
I'm
growing more impatient and I can’t keep my hands off of Eaven.  I just want to tear her clothes off and take her right here in my truck.

Once we arrive at my house I have my door open with one leg out before the motor is even shut off.  I turn the key and grab her hand tugging her to the door. 
She's
walking slower than I want so I turn to her and throw her over my shoulder.  She begins screaming at me, but I keep walking with my mind set on one goal. 

“Put me down Talon!” 
She's laughing now and slaps my ass right as I stop to unlock the door.

“Oh baby.  Do you really want to play feisty?”  I ask her and she stiffens just enough so that I know
she's considering my question.

We bust through the door and down the hall to my room.  I’m not even sure we closed the front door.  I set her down just inside my room and turn to lock the door.  She pushes her body against mine pressing me into the door. 

I just face the door and feel.  Feel the heat of her body against mine.  Feel her hands gliding over my back and inside my shirt sending chills through me.  I begin to listen.  I hear her rapid breaths just as quick as mine.  Shit this is going to be quick.  I have got to get a grip.     

~Chapter Ten~

Eaven

I want this. I want him so much. My heart is beating so freaking fast and now my breathing is more of a pant. I need to get control before I attack him like a lunatic. I slow my movements and start kissing his back softly as I lift his shirt. I close my eyes and inhale his scent. He smells like his cologne and sweat
. 
He's
allowing me to explore his body with my fingers and my kisses while he leans against the door surrendering to my touch. 

I work my way around to his side and squeeze in between him and the door.  His entire body is pressed into mine as our eyes meet. 
He's
asking for permission through his eyes.  I know
I'm answering him with mine
.  We fall into the moment and begin kissing.  Kissing more passionately than we have
ever
before.  I wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his hair.  His hair is just long enough for me to grab on to it and tug.  He lets out a small groan as I do. 

“You are so damn sexy.”  He whispers into my lips. 
I'm
not sure why this makes me smile.  He makes me feel sexy.  He makes me feel like
I'm
the only woman in the world. 
I'm gaining self-confidence every day that I'm with him because he's
great at expressing how he feels about me.  He expresses through his eyes and his touch.

He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it across the room. I follow his lead and tear his off also. My skin is sensitive to every touch and breath of his. He releases me from my bra and lowers to cherish each of my breasts. He takes his time and I enjoy every second of it. When his lips start their path back up to my neck, I take the plunge and go for his zipper. He pulls away.

“Oh no you don’t.  Ladies first.”  I moan and grumble at him.  He reaches for my button and it takes minimal effort from him for my pants to fall open.  He slides my jeans down my hips and I kick off my boots and jeans once they reach my ankles. 
I'm standing there in my lacy black panties waiting for him to join me. He isn'
t joining me though. 
He's
watching me from a couple of feet away like a predator watches its prey.  This makes me feel a little uncomfortable.  I start to wrap myself up in my arms to cover up a little. 

“Stop.  Put your damn arms back down.  Do not ever cover yourself when you are with me, Eaven.  You are beautiful.  You need to realize that.  Do you not know what you do to me?”  He grabs my hand and guides
it to the front of his pants.

“Feel what you do to me.” 
He's about to bur
st through his zipper.  I slide my fingers to his button and release him from his jeans.  I tug down his boxer briefs and his pants fall to his knees.  He takes over discarding them.  I sit back and enjoy
the view. He grabs my hand and leads me to the bed. He reaches for a condom and before I know it, he's
posed at my entrance looking into my eyes.  I lift my hips hoping he will
just give me what I want. He slides in slowly allowing me to get used to him first. We easily fall into a rhythm and find out we are very sexually compatible with each other. He waits f
or my release before he lets go, which doesn’t take either of us very long.  We have had weeks of foreplay and I was more than primed and ready for him.   

He collapses his weight and falls on top of me.  We wrap our arms and legs around each other and lie there as one.  I can’t tell where he begins and I end. 
I'm wrapped up in this man literally and emotionally. I know at this moment that I'm for sure falling
in love with him.  I hope he doesn’t break my heart as
I'm giving it to him with every moment that passes.

Talon

I decide I have to get up.  I am probably crushing her and I need to dispose of the condom.  I take care of business and pull some shorts on.  I plop on the bed next to her and tug down the sheets that she had pulled up to her chin.  She lets me and I wrap her in my arms. 

“So…..what inspired you to be a drummer?” She breaks the silence.

“My parent’s love for music did.  Music was always in my life.  It wouldn’t be unusual to go a week without watching TV at our house, but music was always playing.  My parents loved this song by Phil Collins called ‘In the Air Tonight’ and I remember it blaring through the house one evening.  I started throwing my hands in the air to the beat of the drums and my dad bought me a drum set shortly after.  I played drums by listening to the rhythm of the music and creating my own beat.  After my parents realized I wasn’t too shabby, they sent me to lessons to learn to read music.” 

“Do you have a favorite drummer?”

“That is a difficult one.  I have a couple of drummers that I like.  Dave Grohl is kick ass!  He used to be the drummer for Nirvana.  Then he founded The Foo Fighters as their lead singer.  Neil Peart is also another top contender for me.  He is the drummer for
Rush. John Bonham from Zeppelin,
and then there is always Joey Jordison from Slipknot.  He is a crazy mother fucker on the drums.”

“You said you were going to teach me how to play sometime. When can I expect to be schooled?” She says to me.

I reach over and grab a set of drum sticks and the remote for my stereo. 

“You have to listen to the music.  Shut out the world and listen to the rhythm.”  She sits up next to me in the bed and this time I let her wrap up in the sheet.  She has it wrapped around her chest and tucked in at the top so it doesn’t fall unless someone happens to yank it free.  As
the song
starts I hand her the sticks and lay back.  She is in
the middle of the bed facing the headboard so I grab a pillow and set it in front of her lap.

“Close your eyes and listen.  Hit the pillow when you feel the beat.”  I watch her as she starts to
respond
.  She has her eyes closed, but has a small smile on her lips.  Her head is bowed almost like she is shy.  I crank up the volume to the extreme level that I am used to practicing
to and I notice she stops smiling. She starts to move her head to a semblance of the rhythm. I kneel behind her and guide her hands toward
the pillow and she starts to express what she is feeling.  Her expression is more conservative than mine, but she is definitely hearing the music. 

I lay back down beside her so I can watch her face. She is fucking gorgeous. I have always kept my music separate from my love life. Nicole wasn’t really interested in my music and our band was simply just something we were talking about starting back then
.  We hadn’t really found everyone to complete the group until we found Luke.  I always practiced, but only when I wasn’t with Nicole.   

Eaven seems very interested in music. She is always asking questions and encouraging me to make it to practice at Luke’s even when I would rather spend time with her.

As the song is ending, I look over and notice she is missing a few of the beats. 

“Hey,
lay down on your stomach and let me have the sticks.  I am going to replay the song and play it out on your calves.  You just feel the music.  I want you to feel what I hear in the song.”  I know I am going to have to hold back doing this so I don’t hurt her.

She props her head to the side under her arms lying down on her stomach.  The sheet is twisted around her and covers most of her back, leaving just enough of her ass visible for me to see where her cheeks begin.  

I let the song begin and start my assault of her senses.  I look at her face and see
that
she has her eyes closed.  Her face isn’t grimacing in pain, but merely focused on listening and feeling at the same time.  As the song ramps up, I increase the speed and the strength behind each tap.  I notice her calves are getting red, so I move to the upper part of her legs. 

Another glance at her face and I see her biting down on her bottom lip.  Fuuuuck!  She is so damn responsive. 

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Eaven

Oh. My. God. 
I'm
not sure I can take this until the song ends. 
I'm
supposed to be focused on the rhythm of the song and all I can think of is that I want him to play even higher up my body than he is.  Don’t forget to add harder.  I would probably quit breathing and pass out. 
He's
freaking fast with his hands.  Speed like that is just unnatural.

He moves his way to my butt. The sheet mostly covers it, but he hits the bare skin periodically giving a sharper sting than the strikes that land on the sheet. He pauses long enough to run his hands over my cheeks and slide the sheet higher.

Resuming my massage, he strikes again this time without the barrier of the sheet.  I tighten my muscles only to find out that causes it to burn hotter.  I force myself to relax my muscles again and realize I’m holding my breath.   

Thankful that the song is almost through, I'm
finally able to breathe. 
I'm
one touch from screaming through the biggest orgasm I have ever had.  He must feel the same way, because he instantly collapses on the bed and pulls me on top of him.  I delay the trip just long enough to reach for another condom.  He quickly takes it from me.  I fight the sheet to get untangled and finally
I'm sitting up on him ready to fall into ecstasy.

He slows me for just a few seconds as we stare into each other.  I feel my heart filling even more as I realize how much he means to me. 
He's a gorgeous man,
body and soul. 

I shift backwards until I'm
in position.  I lower myself onto his shaft.  I instantly close my eyes and throw my head back.  He fills me, consumes me.