EroticReverie

Gibson Shaw

I wake up turning to Liv and smile, watching her as she sleeps. Leaning over, I kiss her forehead, before getting up and getting ready for work. 

I walk back into my room, towel around my waist, finding her awake, naked other than her panties, as she bends over, pulling up a pair of jeans shorts. 

"Morning" I say with a smile as I look at her. My favorite body in the world, her breasts sitting so fucking perfectly, her light brown nipples, soft and smooth  , her tits bouncing slightly as she hikes her tight little shorts up over her hips. 

"Morning" she smiles back at me. 

I'd never tire of looking at her. Never tire of her soft little smiles in the morning, or her fuller smiles when she laughs. Never tired of her presence that brought peace to me every second she was around. 

I walk over, sliding a hand behind her back, and pulling her against me.

"Dont start" she laughs and pushes at my chest and I hug her tighter to me, loving how her tits feel against me, how she smells good all the fucking time. I look down at her breasts against my chest and smile and step back slightly, knowing I dont have the time to "Start" with her, because I already woke up late. My eyes catch on small circle near her hip. A little bruise.

"What's this?" I ask, my thumb stroking it. She looks down.

"Oh." she says. "Nothing." she pushes my hand away and turns. My brow cocking as I watch her grabs a white knit cropped halter top where she laid it on the bed. 

She's gonna look so hot today. And I wont be able to look at her all day. I hate it. She tosses the halter top onto her bag of clothes and bend over and searches for another. 

"Wear that." I say of the halter.

"no its....no i dont want to, i changed my mind" she says, digging through her clothes.

"you can hang those up you know, I made room in my closet." 

"yeah, i know" she says.

I watch her as she grabs a plain short sleeved yellow top. 

"Who gave you those?" I ask her, as she turns around and I see a matching hickey on her other hip.

"Who gave me what?" she asks, pulling the tight top down, and I realize that's why she changed her mind. She forgot about the hickeys. I know were not together, but for the first time I'm little jealous, a little upset by the fact someone else has had her, when she's living here, sleeping in my bed. 

"The hickeys Liv." I say and she takes a second, ptending to adjust her top and pull her hair out of the back.

"why's it matter?" she asks. 

"Just curious." I say. Kind of annoyed by her attitude. We didnt keep secrets for each other, we didnt have to, there wasnt a reason to. 

"Jagger?" I ask, because it has to be one of my brothers. And he's the one who had his hands on her the other day before Axl had to warn them all to keep their hands off her again. I didn't care if she wanted to fuck someone else. I didnt care if she wanted to fuck Jagger, or one of my other brothers, I just didnt like her lying to me or keeping it a secret. 

"No." She says and glares at me. "drop it." 

"You sleep in my bed Liv. I think I deserve to know." I say. 

"Then i'll sleep in someone elses." she hisses and turns. 

"What?" I ask.

"You heard me." she says, as she shoves her other clothes in her bag and zips it. 

"Why are you acting like this?" I ask. 

"Im not acting like anything. You're being a jerk." she says.

"Jesus , fuck, fine." I say, because I didnt have the time to argue with her, and didnt really want to anyways. I hated fucking arguing with her.  

"Hang your fucking shit up in the closet. you're not living out a fucking bag Liviana." I say.

"Dont fucking talk to me like that." she snips. I roll my eyes and toss my towel on the bed, shaking my head, and walking to my dresser and grabs boxers and socks, and then snatch a pair of jeans from the closet and one of my work shirts for the garage and white undershirt. 

I throw them on the bed, watching her brush her hair and throwing it up into a ponytail as she scowls. 

"Liv." I say, already having put my socks and boxers on. 

"what?" she answers, still with the attitude.

"I want you to hang your things up. Because I want to know you're staying." I say. 

she turns and looks at me. My tone is soft, because I refuse to fucking fight with her. 

"Please. Hang it up. All of it. The top and bottom drawers are empty too. You belong here. your things belong here. Put them away." I say and I see her soften up, going back to the Liv I love, the one I always look forward to.

"Okay." she says. 

"Okay." I say back with a small smile. 

"And I only asked about the hickeys, because we don't keep secrets. We never have. If you want to mess around with one of them...im cool with it....I know were not exclusive...even if you're sleeping in my bed....I just...being left in the dark...makes me feel dumb." I explain my reaction and she chews her lip. 

"I...I didnt mean to make you feel that way...and it's not....i dont know...I just....I dont want to talk about it yet, is that okay?" She asks, looking at me, with a soft sigh and I just nod.

"yeah, that's okay." I say, nodding. 

"I'm gonna go check on Violet." she says, grabbing her phone and then walking to the door. 

"Hey Liv?" I call to her as shes already out the door, pulling it shut. She peeks her head back.

"yeah?" she asks looking at me. 

"Love you." I say and she smiles. 

"Yeah, i know." she gives me a little wink making me laugh. 

"Love you too." she says and then closes the door. 

When I'm done getting dressed, I head downstairs, Liviana, her little sister Violet, Jagger and Mick, and Cash and Crue at the breakfast table. 

"Sit, eat" she says and nods to a plate she made for me. I smile. 

"Take it to go, we're going to be late." Cash says and him and Crue stand along with Jagger.

"yeah okay" I say and then look at Jagger whos standing near Liv. 

"You sure you dont mind watching him?" he says , meaning his son Mick.

"Yeah, of course, it's fine." she smiles at him. 

He looks at her. I try to read him, read her. Did he put his mouth on her last night? Yesterday? It had to be him. 

"Call me if he starts to act up." Jagger says. 

"yeah sure." Liv says and he just nods and turns to Mick.

"Behave or I'll lock you in the closet when I get home." He jokes to Mick, and Violet looks at Jagger and scowls.

"My daddy locks Livvy in the closet sometimes. She doesnt like it. She cries. Dont put Mick in the closet." Violet says and everyone goes silent and I look to Liv. She's white as a sheet, and the empty plates in her hand tremble.

"Vi. Shh." Liv whispers, but she's shaking and me , Jagger , Cash and Crue are all staring at her. Is that why she's here? Is her dad locking her up when shes at home? Is he hurting her? I've never seen bruises on her, none that would alert me to someone abusing her. Did he lock her up to try to keep her from coming to the Swamp? 

"Mick, Vi...go washup, brush your teeth." Jagger says and Liviana, turns, walking from the dining area and into the kitchen. 

All of us look at one another. Cash and Crue scowling, nostrils flared. Jagger looking at the floor.

"shit." he hisses under his breath. 

And I see it, a shift in them. None of them truly hated Liv. They acted like they did, because they fucking liked her more than they wanted to admit. She was Heights, everything they hated. But she was different. They knew, and never wanted to admit it. But learning that her father, is locking her in fucking closets? Yeah, they're pissed. So am I. 

We know what has to happen. We need to talk to Axl, Tell him we know why he brought her here. Then handle it. But right now, we need to handle Liviana, who's probably in the kitchen freaking out, because we know her secret. 

"I got it." I say and they nod, because obviously Im the one that's supposed to comfort her.

"Don't" she says as I place a hand on her shoulder as she stands at the sink , head bowed.

I jerk my hand back as she jerks her shoulder brushing it off. 

"Tell me what to say, and what to do for you right now Liv." I say.

She shakes her head. 

"Nothing. Just go and don't bring it up again." she says softly, she's breathing hard, and loud, taking deep breaths.

"Liv." I say, my tone a bit pleading, because I couldnt fucking ignore this. None of us could.

"I mean it Gibson, don't." she says, shaking, and her voice cracking. 

"Let me hold you." I whisper. 

"no" she shakes her head.

"Baby, please, dont push me away right now, let me hold you" I say gently and rub a hand over her back and she turns and looks at me. 

"I dont want to talk about it." she sniffles, tears running down her cheeks. 

"Alright..." I say gently.

"You're going to be late." she says, swiping her cheeks, making herself stop crying and looks away.

"I've always got time for you Liv, always, c'mere" I say softly and gently pull her towards and she doesnt pull back, so I keep pulling till I've got her against me, and my arms around her. 

"Love you, yeah?" I whisper. 

She nods. "yeah" she says in a tiny little cracked voice that breaks my heart into a thousand pieces. I hold the back of her head , my other arm wrapped tight around her shoulder, her arms sliding around me, hugging me softly. 

"I can stay with you today, do you want me to stay home?" I ask her and she shakes her head.

"I'm fine." she says. and I close my eyes. and just keep holding her. 

"I love you" I whisper to her. 

"love you too" she says and hugs me a little tighter and then steps away and wipes her cheeks, looking away and taking a deep breath. 

She finally looks at me and she shakes her head.

"dont look at me like that Gibson." 

"Like what?" I ask. 

"Like you pity me." 

"I dont" I say. "I care about you Liv...If anything I'm pissed. At him." I say and she shakes her head. 

"I'm fine. Really. It's fine, don't even worry about it. It was one time." she says.

"Liv...we dont lie to each other." I remind her and she sighs. 

"I dont want to talk about it." she says.

"Okay, im not asking you to." I say and she looks at me. 

"Go to work" she says, placing a hand on my chest and lifting up on her toes and kissing my neck. 

"I'll see you later." she says and walks away. Out of the kitchen and through the house, and I listen to her steps carry up the creaky steps to my room. 

"fuck." I mutter to myself, pushing a hand through my hair and walk back to the dining room, my brothers all looking at me. 

"Let's go. We're late." I say and they dont say anything , dont ask any questions. It's a silent ride to the shop.

Instead of going into the bays, where the cars are waiting to be worked on, we go to the office, where Axel is already sitting behind his computer.

He looks up when me Jagger, Cash and Crue all stand in his office at one. 

"What do you shitheads want?" he asks, looking at us, leaning back in his chair. 

"We know." Jagger says. 

"You know what?" he asks, brow lifting.

"About Liv....about her dad." Cash mumbles. 

I see Axl's jaw clench. 

"She told you?" He looks at all of us.

"No. Violet said something at the table. Liv kind of freaked out." I say and Axl stands.

"Is she alright?" he asks, and is grabbing his keys off the desk, ready to run back home. 

"She's fine." I say. He pauses and looks at me.

"She's home. She's fine. Well...says she's fine." I say and he sits back down and curses and holds his head in his hands. 

"Why didnt you tell us?" Jagger demands.

"She made me promise not to." Axl says and then looks up at me. 

"how did you find out?" I ask. 

He sighs. 

"The other day....I was working on one of the guys cars....saw him putting his hands on her...grabbing her ass and whispering in her ear, across the street, she had Violet with her, on the quarter horse." he says and I look to my other brothers, all of us cocking our heads slightly.  One of the guys?  Saw him putting his hands on her? Who? Her dad? One of the guys? What the hell was he talking about? But we all stay quiet.

"She...wont give me names....but I have his...and her fucking fathers....but she said there's a lot....and ....fuck....fuck!" He growls and his fists slam down on his desk as he stands.

"im killing every single of them" he growls. 

"I shouldve killed that fucker on sight." he growls. 

"Her dad?" I ask. 

"no, the fucking guy grabbing her ass, Dennis. Violet said it was their uncle....then....fuck...then she told me why Violet calls him their uncle...because hes been fucking screwing Liviana for five god damn years along with ever other fucking piece of shit that her father sold her to." He says, dropping the fucking bomb. 

"WHAT?" All four of us growl in unison,, and Axl looks at us in confusion. 

"i thought you said she told you?" he asks, looking back and forth between all of us. "son of a bitch" he growls angrily. 

"were talking about Violet saying that their dad locked Liv in fucking closets where she would cry,,, what the fuck are YOU talking about? " I ask, shaking. 

"god damnit, dont fucking say shit to her. do you hear me? DONT fucking bring this shit up" he growls at us. 

"tell us what the fuck you're talking about!" I yell. 

"Her father ...." he growls. "He's been pimping out Liviana." 

The whole room radiates fucking tension, all of us ready to smash the fucking walls as we listen to him. 

"Since she was thirteen." He says through clenched teeth, looking at me. My head turns as Cash actually does smach the fucking wall. Putting his fist through it with a loud fucking scream. Another hole , another, he keeps punching. All of us pulling him back and he's seething, his eyes are fucking lit up, he's ready to fucking kill her father. We all are. Ready to kill anyone who touched her. 

"Save it for them." Crue tells Cash, looking at him, holding him by the shoulders, his forehead to his. "Save it for the Heights fuckers that touched our girl." he says to him. Cash nodding, breathing hard, all of us clenching fists and jaws. 

"We need to tell Jett, and Sid." I say. 

"They'll be back in a few hours, they're out getting parts." he says.

"We need to fucking carry on as normal....while we get names....she wont give them to us....she doesnt want me to relatiate....she didnt want anyone else to know either.....she's afraid of what they'll do to us....she's afraid because they have money...." He says.

"Yeah, money to buy little fucking girls." Jagger growls. 

"What about Violet?" I ask, my heart hammering. 

Axl knows what I'm asking. He shakes his head.

"No, as far as Liviana knows, her father has never touched...." He pauses. his brows pinch.

"son of a fucking bitch." Axl says and throws his hands into his hair.

"What?" I ask as he paces back and forth behind his desk. 

"SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!" he yells and his hand crashes over the desk, swiping at everything on it, the computer knocked over, crashing to the floor as we all watch him freak out.

"GOD DAMNIT!" he yells. 

"WHAT?!" I yell at him, as he freaks out.

"Her father....she fucking.....she fucking told me....last night....and i didnt even.....god fucking damnit!" he yells. 

"What the fuck!?" SPIT IT OUT!" Jagger yells.

I watch Axl grab his keys.

"JEsus christ." I mutter and we all follow and pile into his fucking suv like a pack of fucking sardines. Me in the front passenger, Jagger, Cash and Crue, crammed in the fucking back. 

"Tell us what the fuck is going on!" I yell at Axl as he speeds on gravel, down the road, kicking up dirty, and the car bouncing over pot holes and cracks in the roads. 

"She only said he sold her to other guys....then last night....I was talking to her....trying to get her to give me names....and she was talking about Violet....how she was scared that maybe they did something to her and Violet just wasnt telling her....telling me how she's always taught Violet that other people arent allowed to touch her....and then she mentioned"Him" and I just, was pitcuring Dennis...the guy from the street.... but.....she was talking about her father.....her fucking father!" Axl punches the roof  of the car and slams his fist on the dashboard.

"Her dad fucks her?" Jagger growls. 

My stomach turns. 

"Pull over." I say, holding my stomach.

"no" Axl growls. 

"Pull the fuck over!" I yell and he swearves, the car lurching as he slams on the break and I throw open the door and puke on the grass.