Soul-Mates Forever Page 3

  His lips crash on mine, and I purse my lips. His hand grabs my arm, keeping me against the wall. I begin pushing on his chest, but he’s too big and strong to budge. “Noooooo!” My scream is muffled by his mouth. He takes the opportunity and plunges his tongue into my mouth, while his hand begins squeezing my breast. He tastes of smoke and liquor. His body odor is strong and is making me wanting to puke. I keep struggling, trying to find a way to break free when his mouth becomes more forceful, my screams continue but are smothered. His hand leaves my sore breast and begins its journey over my stomach and into my jeans.

  I am kicking and pushing until all of a sudden he’s gone, and I fall to the ground, hitting my knees hard. The tears flowing down my face are blurring my vision as I try to see what is happening. I hear shouting and the sounds of a fight. Quickly wiping and rubbing my eyes, I see Tuck on top of the burly blonde guy and beating the shit out of him. My head quickly turns to the hall entrance to see three huge men running this way. I turn back to Tuck and start screaming, “Tuck! Tuck! Tucker!” He looks my way, fist raised in midair and follows my eyes down the hall. Getting up quickly, he runs over to me and squats down in front of me, brushing some left over tears from my cheek.

  “Beauty! You ok?” I blink rapidly and nod slightly. “Come on,” he says helping me up. “Let’s get your muscle driver to take us to my hotel.” I look at him in disbelief. He gives me a pout with those sexy lips. “No, beauty. Get your head outta the gutter. Just to relax and talk. Let me take care of you. Surely you don’t want to return home all shaken up?” I sigh, my nod sturdier now. “Good, come here.” He puts an arm around me and starts leading me down the hall. As we get closer to the unconscious blonde guy, I bury my face into Tuck’s chest.

  “Hey!” A huge guy stops us, and I peek out of Tuck’s chest to see him put his hand around Tuck’s arm. “Not so fast, buddy. What happened here?” Tuck jerks his arm back letting the huge dude know it’s not ok to touch him. “Ok, let’s calm down. Just tell me what happened.”

  Tuck points at the unconscious fucker. “He accosted my girlfriend when she came out of the bathroom. After you call the police on his ass, why don’t you wake him the fuck up and ask him. Here.” He takes a card out of his back pocket and hands it to the huge bouncer. “Have them call me in the morning for a statement.” His arm tightens around me, his other hand rubs my arm. “I’m now taking my girlfriend home and taking care of her.” The big guy looks at me and then back at Tuck, nods and lets us pass.

  Once our car arrives out front, Tuck helps me into the car before Charles is able to get over to our side. I see Tuck turn to him and whisper something, and then he climbs in next to me. He buckles me in and takes me in his arms. My body is shaking, my mind not able to get the horrid scene from earlier out of it. He reaches across me, grabs my hand bag and removes the flask. After removing the lid, he presses it gently against my lips, and I open my mouth as he pours some of the luscious liquid in my mouth. Shit, that’s just what I needed.

  Once he places the flask on the seat next to him, his free arm comes around my front, his hand rubbing my arm. “Better?” He whispers into my hair. He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “You’re trembling.” He holds me tighter, then turns his head to the front of the car. “Charles, step on it,” he yells. I feel the car pick up speed, and I lay my head on Tuck’s chest.

  * * *

  Fuck! I wanted to kill that motherfucker for laying his grimy hands and mouth on my girl. Dammit! Good thing she stopped me when she did. She’s got her head on my chest, and her body is shaking. My poor beauty. I had told Charles to take us to my hotel, and that I would take care of her. I guess after almost killing her assailant, he trusts me now.

  When we finally fuckin’ get to the hotel, I take my beauty up to my suite. She seems a little calmer now but still shaking and really tired. I lead her right into the gigantic bathroom, pick her up, set her on the counter and turn the water on in the tub, adding some scented bubble bath. While the water fills I return to my beauty and stand before her. Her eyes move around, shyly, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

  “Um, what are we doing?” She asks quietly.

  I brush some hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. My hand rests there while my thumb rubs across her soft cheekbone. “WE aren’t doing anything. YOU are gonna relax in a nice hot bath and I’m going to go pour you a little something that will help calm your nerves.” She nods slightly so I turn to leave. I feel her soft hand around my arm, and I stop. When I turn my head, I see the tears falling down her beautiful face. I’m back in front of her in an instant and put my arms around her, her head falling onto my chest. “Hey, it’s ok, beauty. I’m here.”

  “I can’t… I don’t think…” Her muffled voice speaks into my chest. She raises her head, her face all blotchy, swollen red eyes and looking at me with such sadness. She’s breaking my heart. “I trust you. Please… Please help me,” she whispers.

  I leave her long enough to turn off the water but get back to her quickly. She starts to pull her shirt over her head but is having a hard time with her trembling hands. Placing my hands over hers, we remove it together, her long hair fanning out as we pull it all the way off. I place it carefully on the counter and when I look back at her, I notice her watching my every move. She reaches behind her, and I see in the mirror that she’s fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Our eyes meet, her chin quivering and my heart breaks again. I turn and grab a towel off the rack and place it over her chest with one hand. Then with the other, I push her hands away gently and unclasp her bra. I hear her sigh in relief.

  I remove her shoes and help her with the rest of her clothes until she is sitting there, fully naked, with a towel wrapped around her. My hand extends to her and putting her hand in mine, I help her off the counter and over to the tub. Her head turns over her shoulder, the look of sadness wavering a bit. I take the towel off of her, careful to conceal her beautiful body from my eyes and hold it up until I hear she is safely in the tub. Placing the towel on the counter by the tub, I look over at her and smile. Her body is safely hidden by the bubbles, laying down and her head is hung back. Her now dried eyes are looking at me, a small smile on her plump lips.

  “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” I say with a wink. Her smile gets wider, and I leave her to some quiet time. I head to the mini bar and look in the well-stocked fridge. Nice perk to the charity gig.

  My emotions catch up to me, and I stop, placing my hands against the fridge. My head is down, and I start taking deep breaths. Fuck! I could have killed him. I wanted to. The look on beauty’s face when I reached her. She was terrified. I was torn between going back over and pounding more into that motherfucker’s defenseless body or taking my beauty into my arms and holding her and taking away her fears. My fist slams on the fridge door. Dammit! No one should have to go through that. My beauty has enough issues dealing with fear, trust and people in general and then that happens. I snap and stand up straight. Man the fuck up, you idiot, your girl needs you right now.

  After finding some red wine, I pop out the cork, pour some into a wine glass, and take it into the bathroom. My beauty’s eyes are closed, and I think she’s fallen asleep until they open and look into my soul. Sitting on the floor next to the tub, I hand her the glass and watch her full lips cover the mouth of the glass. I watch the flawless silky skin of her throat as she swallows the liquid. She sits back, takes another sip and gives me her beautiful smile. She seems calmer now, thank fuck!

  Looking down at the glass her finger rubs along the top. “Thank you.” Her eyes move to mine, and they soften. “Seriously, thank you for rescuing me. For taking care of me. I…” I reach over and tuck some hair behind her ear then lay my hand on the side of the tub.

  “Shhh. You don’t need to thank me. Let’s just hope I don’t need to be your knight in shining armor again.” I smile and chuckle lightly.

  She laughs and puts her hand over mine. Her eyes are burning into my soul again, and I know I can�
��t live without her anymore. We have this connection with our souls. It’s like we’re soul-mates.

  “No, you are my knight in shining armor and I hope you don’t have to again either, but…” Her brows fold together, like she’s thinking really hard. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to rescue me. Only you.”

  Fuck! I think my heart just went down my throat. Seriously, what do I say to that? I just want to jump on top of her in that hot bath and make love to her all night. My cock just went into a huge mass of horniness. Down, dammit! Now is definitely not the time!

  “I… I’m ready to get out, I think,” she says sweetly.

  “Oh!” I get up quickly and get her the towel, holding it up so she can get some privacy. I wrap it around her and run out of the bathroom, into the bedroom and grab a hotel robe from the closet. I’m such an idiot for not thinking of that before I took her the wine. Dumbass! By the time I come running into the bathroom, she is leaning against the counter and giggling. Hmm, guess that did look pretty fucking funny. After everything that happened tonight, I’m glad to hear her giggling. Best. Sound. Ever!

  I leave her to get dressed and head into the living area, sit down on the couch and hit the stereo button. Soft music comes on, and I sit back. Fuck, what a wild night. She moves in front of me and sits as close as she can. My arm instinctively moves around her. Her head lays on my shoulder, and she sighs.

  “I really don’t want to go home.” She looks up at me and smiles shyly. “Can I just stay here on your couch?” Is she fucking kidding?

  I can’t help but chuckle. “Nope.” She looks down, frowns and starts to get up but my grip tightens around her. I bring her face back up with my hand so our eyes meet again. “No couch is good enough for my beauty. I’ll take the couch, you’ll take the bed.” I flick her nose. She smiles again and then lays her head back on my shoulder.

  We sit and listen to the music for quite a while until I look at her and see her eyes are closed, and her breathing is light and even. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. I could just sit here and watch her sleep all night, but her neck will kill her in the morning sleeping in that position.

  I carefully place my arm under her legs and stand while lifting her against me. She sighs and moves her head against my shoulder, her hand resting on my chest and her long luscious hair floats around my back. She’s as light as a feather as I carry her into the bedroom. I place her warm body on the bed, carefully pulling the sheets down and covering her with them, and then tucking them around her. Her hand moves up by her face, but she doesn’t wake. I look at her again in the moonlight that’s coming in through the blinds. She looks like an angel. My angel.

  I leave her, hoping she can get a good night’s sleep. As I lay down on the couch, covering myself with a blanket that I got from the closet, I look at the clock on the stereo to find it’s two in the morning. I can’t sleep, my thoughts going to her, my beauty. We’re so different, she and I, from two opposite worlds. My life has been filled with drug addicts and police while hers has been with the rich, the famous, and the powerful. She’s been the princess while I’ve been the druggie’s kid, the poor kid. Why in the hell do I think I have a chance with her? Really? What can I give her that she doesn’t already have or had? I can’t give her anything, but my love, my heart and my soul. Will she want that? Will that be enough? I finally start to doze off as these thoughts plague my mind.

  Chapter Four

  “Uhhhhh. No.” He has me pinned to the wall, fondling me, kissing me. “Noooooo!” I can’t get away. Where’s Tuck? Why doesn’t he hear me? “NOOOOOOOO!”

  “Paxton! Paxton!” I sit up quickly. Tuck’s arms are on my shoulders and shaking me. He sits down on the bed and untangles me from the bedding. I throw myself at him, with my arms around his neck, and I’m crying loudly into his chest. “Shhhhh. I’m here. I’m here. You’re ok now, beauty. No one is gonna hurt you. I’m here,” he whispers against my head. He’s rubbing my back and holding onto me tight. Shit! It was a nightmare. It seemed so real.

  Once I finally calm down, my sobbing turns into hiccups. I slowly move back but keep my arms around him. “I… I was there again. He… He had me pinned and… And…” I’m shaking, and the tears begin to flow again.

  “I know, beauty. I’m so sorry. I wish I could take that away from you. You were all tangled up in the sheets so it probably felt like you couldn’t get away.” His hand leaves my back and starts stroking my hair.

  Looking into his eyes, I see the tender, concerned look and the sadness within them. I have been so wrong about him, thinking he was after one thing. Damn, I’m an idiot.

  “Do you think you can go back to sleep for a bit? It’s only…” He looks at the clock on the night table and then back at me. “Four in the morning. Do you need something to sleep? I have some mild sleep aids in my bag.” Damn, he’s so sweet.

  I shake my head and smile lightly. “No, thank you. I think I’m ok, now.” He smiles, nods and starts to get up. I grab his arm, stopping him. “Wait! Um. Can you just hold me until I fall asleep? I hate to ask…”

  Wrapping some of my long hair behind my ear, he sits back down and frowns. “I’ll always be here for you, my beauty. I’ll hold you as long as you need me to.” I nod and lay back down. Pulling back the sheet on the other side of the bed, he climbs over me, gets settled and pulls me to him. His strong arm wraps around my shoulder, squeezing. I lay my arm over his stomach, my hand flat against his muscular chest and sigh. This is heaven. Why was I so afraid to give my heart to him? Oh, yeah. I actually did. He just doesn’t know it. Maybe I should tell him? Not yet. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

  I look up at him to find he is looking down at me, and I smile. “You look so tired, I’m sorry. Did you not sleep any on the couch? Probably not very comfortable, huh? You should have taken the bed,” I say while yawning.

  He chuckles. “No, it wasn’t the couch. Too much on my mind to sleep. You’re just as tired and YOU had the bed.” He flicks my nose. We both laugh.

  I settled into his warm body more and sigh again. My hand starts rubbing his chest, lightly, of its own accord. “You know, it’s hard for me to trust people, especially men.” I sigh again. “When you come from the pretentious, everyone wants a piece of you. They’re fake, trying to get your attention. Mostly guys. They just want me for my money, my body, not really for me. My parents…” I look up at him and can tell he’s listening to me, really listening, and a show of concentration on his face. “They’re never around, never have been. Hell, Jonsey is more my dad than my own father is. He’s the one that has always been there for me, talked with me, shown me any kind of affection.” I look back down, watching my hand smooth over his t-shirted broad chest. “I know, kind of a pity party, but it’s my life. It’s always been my life. I guess I just get tired of it sometimes. Allie’s the only great thing in my life, outside of Jonsey. She’s kind of my life line and now she’s moved.” I sigh again. “Maybe finally I need to break free and move there too. It would be quieter, would have my bestie close by.” My eyes move to his again. “My parents might disown me.”

  His arm tightens around me, now it’s his turn to sigh. His other hand takes mine and holds it. “Beauty, I hope by now you know you can trust me and know that I will always be there for you. I know you don’t know me very well yet, but I am a good guy, one who wants to take care of you, be there for you, and know everything about you.” I squeeze his hand and smile. “Maybe it is a good idea to cut the apron strings from your parents. Fuck them if they disown you. They don’t deserve a great daughter like you. You have Allie and tons of new friends who are there for you.” He looks deep into my eyes. “You have me.”

  I can’t help myself, I lean up and kiss him. I am rewarded as he begins kissing me back. Damn, he tastes divine. Our tongues start to dance when he stops, kisses me lightly twice and grips my face with his hand. “Beauty, fuck! You better not get me started. I won’t be able to stop. I want you so bad. D
on’t mistake that for just wanting sex, that’s not all I want from you. But…” He chuckles. “I am a man.” He rubs my face, tenderly. “I want so much more. I want to fuck you, make passionate love to you, take care of you, and hold you in my arms all night. I want it all.”

  I rub my finger over his full bottom lip and smile. “I want that too, I do. I just…”

  His finger presses against my lips, shutting me the hell up, my mouth curls into a smile under it. “Hey, I know. You don’t have to explain to me. I know.”

  Damn, how can I not give in to him when he talks that way? But, they all talk that way, my subconscious reminds me. No! He’s different! I can feel it in my heart, in my soul. Why does he want a broken girl like me? Allie told me he’s had a tough life, and that he’s like me in so many ways. No love from his druggie parents, no attention. Same as me, just different circumstances. Maybe we are not so different after all. Maybe that’s why I feel like we are soul-mates. Fuck, I want him so bad, so bad. Why can’t I just let go? Why can’t I just let myself enjoy what I can have with him? I feel my well-built wall break, just a little. I need to get it down, all the way. Maybe it’s time for another trip to my baby girl’s place. I need her right now. I need some girl time.

  We talk for a little while longer until I fall asleep, both of us wrapped into each other. I awake, yawning and we’re still snuggled tightly together. Looking at the clock, I see it’s nine o’clock in the morning. Wow, I slept so hard, once I finally got to sleep. I look at Tuck and watch him as he sleeps. He’s so fucking breathtaking and to think he wants me, not just for my body but for my mind, heart and soul. Wow! I can’t believe it. Now, I just need to get my shit figured out on how I can get there. Damn wall.

  I quietly slide out of his grasp, and I roll off the bed and run to the bathroom. Damn, waited a bit too long for a much needed pee. Now that I see the bathroom in a clearer mind, I am wowed by the ritzy decor. Marble floors, countertops, fancy mirror and toiletries. Nice place! I guess my dad’s company went all out. I’m so glad. Tuck and his band deserve it. I think they will really make it big. They are awesome.