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Raptured

Mood Change

Avery’s POV

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as Brian led us down the hall to the honeymoon suite. God, everything was just perfectly beautiful and like a dream. How did I ever get so lucky to end up with everything I had ever wanted?

“And here we are, Mr. and Mrs. Haner,” the bellhop said, opening the door to a gorgeous room.

I couldn’t help but look around in awe as I stepped into the beautifully decorated room lined with rose petals, candles, and a champagne bucket set up right in front of the bed. “We’re staying here?” I breathed, looking at Brain. He just nodded with that sexy smirk and turned back to the bellhop, obviously wanting to get me all to himself. I could see that dirty look in his eye.

“Can I get you two anything else today, Mr. Haner?” he asked, taking the bills my husband handed him for a tip. Wow, I would never get tired of saying that. I had a husband now!!

“No, thank you,” he replied as I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check my messages. It was odd that I hadn’t heard back from Maya yet today, considering that it was well after three in the afternoon. I really needed to call her to make sure everything was all right, since it wasn’t like her to not reply at all. What if something happened?

“And what do you think you’re doing, Mrs. Haner?” Brian’s voice purred in my ear as he grabbed my hips and roughly pulled me towards him. I couldn’t help but moan when I felt his hard member stabbing me in the butt. Not to mention the way his lips were moving down my already tender neck. He was like a drug.

“You wanna go explore or…” His words trailed off as he placed small nibbles and kisses all the way down my neck to my collarbone.

“Or…” I nearly moaned and he chuckled in response.

“Or do you want me to give you one of my special treatments?” he asked, already starting to unbutton my jean shorts. His hands against the exposed flesh of my stomach from my crop top felt like little sparks, teach touch igniting a nerve ending in the most euphoric way possible.

I bit my lip and pushed my butt back into him, giving him little shake with my booty. Now it was his turn to let out a groan. “You seem pretty sure that I will choose the second option?” I teased, feeling more than a little breathless. This man had amazing affects over me, especially when his hand disappeared into my pants and started rubbing my clit. “Mmm…” I moaned, throwing my head back. Though as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t completely focus all of my attention on the very horny man behind me because I was still worried about my best friend.

“I’m a cocky bastard, what can I say?” He smirked and I moaned, feeling his finger work faster on just he right spot. Oh god, if we were going to stop so that I could check in with Maya, it had to be right now.

“Wait,” I practically moaned, my head lulling from side to side in pleasure. “I-I need to call Maya first.”

“Let me take care of you first, beautiful. Then you can call her,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending goose bumps down my spine. Suddenly I felt his hands pull down my shorts, followed by my panties. Brian’s hands moved to my hips, guiding me towards the bed as he pulled my shirt and my bra off. All the while kissing my neck. Fuck… why did everything he did feel so good?

“But-but what about Maya—” I started only for him to press a finger to my lips. I couldn’t help but lick it, causing him to laugh.

“She will be fine for a few more minutes my dirty little wife,” he purred, in my ear. Slowly he leaned me back on the bed, losing both his short and shirt in the process. I expertly reached my hand down to his boxers only for him to shake his head. “Ah ah… It’s time for you to relax…. And enjoy. Forget about everything else. It’s just you and me, babe.” He gave me a dirty grin and gently pushed me back onto the pillows.

“Close your eyes, love,” he instructed, holding a hand over my eyes.

“But I wanna see you,” I protested, earning a kiss that took my breath away.

“You will see enough later, trust me. This is just breaking in the bed,” he teased, forcing me to lay back. I sighed and did as I was told, trying to relax and forget about everything else except the man on top of me.

I felt the bed dip as he slowly moved down to my knees, placing a trail of kisses all the way to my nipples. There he took them into his mouth and sucked them hard, swirling his tongue around them teasing. I gasped and threw my head back, my eyes still closed.

“God, Brian” I moaned as he moved to the other side. God… it felt so good.

His hand slowly wandered up and down my ribcage, my muscles tightening and releasing in pleasure. Slow he started to place kisses all over my body, starting at my lips, down to my chin, softly nibbling my collarbone, and moving lower down between my breasts. I arched my back into him just as my phone sounded.

“Maya!” I gasped, my eyes bursting open as I reached for my phone.

“Damn it, Ave. She’s fine. Can’t you leave it for just a minute?” Brian sighed but I had to check. I had to know that she was okay.

“We’re a package deal, remember?” I said over my shoulder before I picked up my phone. “Damn it, they were only facebook notifications.” I sighed before Brian tried to take my phone away.

“Come here,” he practically growled, his lips trailing kisses down my shoulder. “Maya’s fine. Let me make you feel good and then you can call her,” he said, try to convince me with what his lips and hands were doing.

I shook my head and pulled away from his warm embrace. “No… it’s not like her to go this long without answering my texts. Something is wrong and I need to call her,” I said, pulling my phone up to my ear as Brian flopped onto his back with a loud groan. I knew he was frustrated, but the sooner I knew my best friend was okay, the soon I could focus on him. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you,” I said, listening to the phone ring as I walked my fingers up his inner thigh.

“You better stop that, or I’ll fuck you while you talk to her,” Brian groaned, his tone filled with lust. He wanted me and that much was clear from his dick standing at attention right now. Damn it looked so good that I could almost… no, Ave! Focus on Maya and then you can have your fun.

“She’s not answering,” I said, looking at Brain with worry etched in all my features. “Something is not right. What if something happened to her?”

Brian sighed and sat up on his elbow, looking annoyed with the situation. “Relax she’s probably fine. Maybe she and Matt finally made up and they are playing house?” he said and my heart jumped in my chest. Yes, maybe that was it! Maybe both of our friends were finally happy again, but I had to know for sure.

Without thinking twice I pressed Matt’s names in my contacts and held my phone up to my ear. “Who are you calling now?” Brian asked, his fingers running up and down my sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

“Matt… I will turn off my phone once I know she’s there. I promise,” I said, pressing a quick kiss to hips lips before I heard Matt’s voice. “Matt—fuck it’s just his voicemail!” I said, feeling panicked again. I tried one more time before I looked at Brian, tears forming in my eyes.

“Will you please try calling him?” I begged, taking his hands in mine and kissing them. “Please. I need to know she is okay.”

“Fine!” Brian grumbled before he got out of bed and made his way across the room. He made his way into the bathroom as I sat rocking back and forth on the bed, worry coursing through my veins. I just had this bad feeling that something happened to her… oh god, and I was all the way in the Bahamas.

I nervously chewed my bottom lip, as Brian stepped out the bathroom shaking his head with a frown. “Is she there? Are they together?” I rushed out only for Brian to slowly shake his head.

“No… but Matt made it sound like they made plans and that she blew him off,” he mused just as my phone started to ring.

I dived across the bed and picked it up, only to see an unknown number flash across the screen. I looked up at Brian and then back at the screen, my gut telling me to answer it. “Hello?”

“Ave… “ Maya’s voice sobbed through the phone and my heart broke into a million pieces.

“Oh my god, M. What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked, my eyes welling with tears. It wasn’t like my best friend to cry, let alone call from an unknown number.

“He-he took everything… my phone, the room…eeevvverrything,” she was crying so much that it was hard to comprehend what she was saying. “I-I have….nooootttthhhing left…”

“Who took everything?” I pressed, looking at Brian with worried eyes. He sat down next to me and pulled me into his arms, listening in. “Where are you?”

“T-trevor! He stole it all….I-I should have listened to you guys – you-you were right!” she cried, sounding like she was hyperventilating.

“Slow down and breathe, M. Tell me where you are so I can help you,” I instructed, my heart in my stomach.

I heard Maya suck in a deep breath and I relaxed a little. Thata girl. You got this, slow breaths. “I’m-I’m at a pay phone on the west side of Huntington. He-he got rrrid of the hotel room, sold my-my phone, and took all my money. I-I have nothing…. Literally nothing,” she laughed bitterly, her voice slowly clearing up as the tears stopped.

My heart broke for her and I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t just leave her like this. “I swear when I get my hands on that piece of shit I’ll—” Brian started and I stood up and moved away from him. Maya didn’t need to hear that right now.

“Listen, M. You’re going to go stay at our house. The key is under the plant by the back door. You know the combination to get in the gate. You can take whatever you want out of my closet. What’s mine is yours and there is an envelop of cash from our shop in my vanity upstairs. Its yours for the taking,” I told her and I could just picture her shaking her head.

“I-I can’t take your money, Ave,” she said sadly but I didn’t want to hear it. She needed help and damn it she was going to take what I offered her.

“It’s our money that I was saving for a surprise trip. Please just take it,” I said hearing the phone beep on the other end, indicating that she was almost out of time. “Now go to our house and I will make sure you have everything you need. Okay, M? I love you!”

“Thank you and I love you too… sorry for ruining your—” the line cut out before she could finish her sentence, but I didn’t need to hear it. I just need to make sure that my best friend and sister was taken care of.

“I can fucking believe that piece of shit,” Brian grumbled angrily shaking his head. “I told her he was no good!”

“That’s not going to help anything now, love,” I sighed, pressing my father’s contact and holding my phone up to my ear again. “I promise, once this is taken care of, it’s just you and me, babe. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I shot him a wink and he grinned mischievously.

As my father picked up the phone, Brian’s hands were already running up and down my naked body, teasing me in the worst way possible. I shooed him away before I spoke.

“Avery? What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did Gates fuck up already?” My father rushed out and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“No everything’s fine with us… but… Maya needs your help.”


Matt’s POV

Last night was the first night that I had slept well in weeks. There was just something comforting about knowing that there was a shot for Maya and I to work things out. Hell, I even woke up with a smile on my face for the first time in fucking forever. Who knew one little drunken talk could be the start to amending all our problems. I just hoped that today would go as smoothly so Maya could be back where she belonged – in my bed.

I couldn’t help but smile as I got up and pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a tank. Today was going to be a good day. I could just feel it. Hell, I even felt those damn butterflies swirling in my stomach with excited anticipation. I couldn’t wait to call Maya and get everything straightened around. She had been gone for far too long and I couldn’t stand to have her away from my bed one more night. I wanted her – no I needed her in my life. She was my other half, the piece that made me whole. Fuck, she made me a better person, and for that, I knew that we belonged together.

Overnight it was like it didn’t matter what had happened in the past. No, we were ready to move toward our future and get back to us. I hoped sometime down the road I could actually ask her to marry me, but having her back home was a good place to start. Damn, I missed her.

“Fuck, it’s only nine in the morning,” I hissed, looking at my phone. As much as I wanted to call her, I knew it was still too early after a late night of drinking. I just had to be patient and wait a little long.

So I made my way down stairs, made myself a cup of coffee, put on some music, and read the paper, all the while my leg jumping up and down with anticipation as I sat at my island. “Breathe, Sanders, she will be back with you soon enough. Be patient.” I told myself.

But by the time ten rolled around, I my patience was running thin. I needed to call her and setting this whole mess. Fuck what time it was. She would answer… she always did.

With shaking hand, I picked up my phone and pressed her name in my contacts list. The motion felt so familiar and foreign at the same time, but I embraced it. This was a step in the right direction.

“Come on, babe, pick up,” I urged, only for the phone to keep ringing. I hung up and tried again. “Fuck! Why wont she answer!” I groaned, my frustration and temper starting to rise.

Didn’t we agree to meet today? To figure things out? Fuck! She was backing out on me! It was all a drunken rouse! “Fuck!” I hissed, hang up the continuously ringing phone. I started to pace my kitchen, my mind fucking with me as my mood quickly changed. Why wouldn’t she answer the phone? Was she avoiding me? Was she having second thoughts this morning? Fuck!

All I could think about were those dark brown eyes and I was pretty sure I was slowly going insane. Did she have any idea the kind of effect she had on me? I mean, even the fucking hope that we could fix things? But it appeared that she just wanted to throw all this away and leave without a fight? That was complete and utter bullshit and we both knew it. She couldn’t avoid me forever, not after that fucking kiss last night!

What the hell was she thinking all this was between us? Just some kind of game with no other intentions? Fuck, I didn't think of it that way at all. Was there something wrong with me where I actually wanted this girl as my wife? I don't think I'd ever really wanted anything more in my life. But whatever was happening between Maya and I seemed to be some kind of joke, because she couldn’t even answer her damn phone.

But what if she was just in the shower or something? I was known for jumping to conclusions so maybe I should just try again. “Yeah, stop being a dick, Sanders. Give her another shot,” I told myself as I pressed her name in my contacts again.

This time the phone rang three times before some dude in a pissed off tone answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Who the hell is this?” I raged, my temper going from 0 to 60 in a millisecond. Why was this prick answering her phone? What the fuck?

“This is Josh, who the fuck are you?” the bastard shot right back in a cocky tone, laughing slightly. Josh? Maya decided it would be fun to go home and hook up with Josh when we were trying to fix things?! What the hell was wrong with her!?

I clenched my fists so tight that my phone case cracked from the pressure. I was beyond pissed and this bastard was just lucky he wasn’t standing in the same room as me, or else I would literally rip his head off. “Where. Is. She.” I demanded in a deadly hiss, my vision turning red.

“Look dude, I don’t know who you’re looking for but you’ve got the wrong number,” he practically laughed and I about lost it. “Don’t call this number again.”

With that, the man hung up, leaving me in a fit of rage. What the actual fuck was going on?! Before I could even process what had just happened, I hurdled my phone as hard as I could across the room, hearing something in the distance shatter.

“FUCKING HELL!” I screamed, my jaw locking tight as my heart crushed into a million pieces. How could she do this to me? When we were supposed to meet today and fix things? How could she fucking betray me like this again?! I didn’t know, but I needed to get out of here before I fucking destroyed my house in a fit of rage.

I quickly grabbed my iPod and keys and keys and darted out the door. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was sprinting as fast as I can down the street, turning up the death metal in my headphones as loud as it would go. I couldn’t hear anything but the screams of the lead vocalist. They were almost comforting in that they sounded just as pained as I felt. Fuck! I just couldn’t believe it!

I don’t know how long or far I ran, but when stopped, I collapsed into the sand, my heart beating painfully in my chest. I was dripping with sweat and I closed my eyes, rolling onto my back and putting my hands on my forehead. I wheezed in and out, trying to suck air into my burning longs, but yet the pain I was feeling somehow made everything else hurt a little bit less.

I closed my eyes and focused on pulling a slow breath into my lungs, but somehow all I kept seeing were those hauntingly beautiful brown eyes. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I raged, kicking my feet into the sand like a toddler. “Go the fuck away!”

But no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts always returned to her. It was like my brain didn’t know how badly she had crushed my heart, and that I was fucking dying inside. Why did I keep torturing myself with something I knew I could never have? It was excruciating to know that she gave up on us – that she gave up on me? And for what? A fucking good time with Josh? Well, I hoped he was fucking worth it because I was done. I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t keep trying to put the pieces back together, not when they had already turned to dust. I had to find a way to move on…

Slowly pulling myself to my feet, I looked around at my surroundings. Somehow I had managed to run to the beach all the way on the other side of town. Fuck, she had really messed with my heart.

By the time I reached my house, I felt physically and emotionally exhausted. I just wanted to go back to bed and forget everything that had ever happened with Maya Brandon. Too bad it wasn’t that easy.

As I walked into my kitchen, I was met with the annoying sound of screeching guitars that Gates had set as his own ring tone the last week of tour. That fucker knew I hated that sound and right now it was like nails on a chalkboard, igniting my irritation again.

“Fuck off, Gates. I don’t want to hear about your wonderful honeymoon,” I muttered miserably as picked up my phone and the remnants of the lamp off the floor. Luckily my case had protected the screen from shattering in its flight of destruction.

“Four missed calls? What the fuck?” I asked myself as I saw the notification flash across the screen. Two were from Avery and two were from Gates. What was going on? Did something happen to them on the way to the Bahamas? Though I seriously thought they would have made there by now, considering it was late afternoon now.

Though I didn’t have time to think about it any further because my phone started to ring again. “Hello?” I grumbled, answering on the second ring.

“Where the fuck have you been, Sanders?” Gates’ voice snapped. Well hello to you too buddy. “I’ve been trying to reach your for the past hour!”

“Out.” I said, not having the patience to deal with this right now. “What do you need, Gates?” I just wanted to drown my sorrows and pass out. Maybe I could blackout and forget about all this bullshit.

“Have you heard from Maya?” he asked and the name alone felt like a sucker punch to the stomach. “Ave’s freaking out because she can’t ahold of her,” he continued, sounding annoyed and frustrated. “Please tell me she is with you so we can go back to bed.”

“She’s not fucking here,” I snapped. “I haven’t seen her since last night and apparently she wants to keep it that way!” I growled, balling my fists tightly. I was at my breaking point again, teetering on the edge of exploding.

“What the fuck does mean? Was she supposed to be there?” Gates pressed and I let out a growl, not wanting to talk about this. Why couldn’t everyone just leave me the fuck alone?!

“Why don’t you ask her? She didn’t have any trouble letting Josh answer her phone!” I raged before hanging up on him and throwing my phone onto the couch. Fuck this shit! This was the last thing I needed right now! I just wanted to drown my sorrows and forget about her – all of her!

The next thing I knew, I was half laying off on my couch with a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels dangling from my fingertips. I was nursing the bottle, letting the burn of the alcohol take away any an all thoughts I had. And when those fucking memories started to come back, I took another long swig. Too bad it wasn’t working as well as I wanted it too. I was fucking drunk and still those eyes plagued my thoughts. Why wouldn’t she just fucking go away? Hadn’t she done enough?

Suddenly someone started banging aggressively on my front door, the noise causing me to fumble off the couch. Who the fuck was here now? Didn’t they know I was trying to black out and forget about everything? “G-g-go….a-away!” I slurred, pulling myself to my feet as the pounding continued. Hell, if they kept that up, they’d break down my door.

“Open up, Sanders!” a male voice called as I clumsily stumbled toward the door. Why did my legs feel like fucking jello all of a sudden? “I know you’re in there! Open the fucking door!”

“Alright, alright!” I yelled, hearing my voice echo in my ears. Damn, that was weird… and boy was I drunk. I pulled the bottle to my lips as I leaned on the doorframe. Okay, now I was ready. “Wh-whada you want?” I asked, sloppily pulling the door open and almost falling down in the process. Thankfully I caught myself on the doorframe.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, you know that, Sanders!” Larry Jacobson raged, storming past me into my house. Well come on in, Sir. Let’s make this a fucking party! His blue eyes turned to me as I pulled the bottle to my lips, and with that look alone I knew he was pissed off. More pissed off than I had ever seen him before. “Where the fuck do you get off kicking her out of your house!?”

I blinked a few times and just stared at him. Kicked her out of my house? Who the hell was he referring to? I’d been the only one here, much to my dismay. “Wh-what?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know! There’s a reason you’re fucking drunk right now!” He raged, grabbing the bottle out of my hand and slamming on the table by the door.

“You-you’re very right, Sir,” I slurred, pointing a finger at him but he just seemed to wiggle back and forth with that very angry look on his face. “But…whaat are yooou talking about?”

“Maya!” I yelled before grabbing me by the shirt. “How fucking dare you turn her away and make her stay out on the street all night!” he hissed, his face inches from.

I blinked a few times, trying to process the words he was staying in my drunken stupor. Turned Maya away and made her stay on the street? What the hell was he talking about? The thought of her alone was quickly making me sober up. Why was she on the street?!

“You knew she didn’t have anything!” He raged, his finger in my face. “And you fucking tossed her aside like a piece of trash! You should be ashamed of yourself!,” he spat before pushing me back into the wall, my head reeling.

“I-I didn’t turn her away,” I said, stumbling forward as Larry paced the space in front of me, shaking his head with clenched fists. “She didn’t even come here.”

Those angry blues turned on my so fast that I thought he was going to punch me in the face. And how I was acting lately, I probably deserved it. I was wallowing in self pity and making everyone around me miserable. But what really made me sober up was the thinking about Maya standing on the street alone. Why was she alone? I thought she had Josh… unless… Fuck. I was the worlds biggest dick. What if something happened to her? My heart instantly started to race in my chest and I swallowed thickly. Was she okay?

“She didn’t come here?” he asked and I shook my head.

“No… I wouldn’t have turned her away, not ever,” I said truthfully and Larry cursed under his breath.

“Stupid, stupid girl… fuck. She should have never of trusted him. I swear if I ever get a hold of him, I will ring his scrawny neck!” Larry hissed before turning and storming out the door just as quickly as he came. Wait! I still didn’t understand what was going on!

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I hissed, stumbling through the dark living room to find my phone. I needed answers and I needed them now. I needed to know what happened to Maya. Was she okay? Did someone hurt her? I swear, Larry would be their last worry when I got ahold of them.

I quickly dialed Gates and he picked up on the third ring with an exasperated sign. “What?” he snapped.

“What the fuck happened? What happened to Maya?”



Notes

So Matt thought Maya gave up and then Larry though Matt kicked Maya onto the street, but in reality it was Trevor? Will this lead Mattaya back together or will it all crash and burn?

Comments

Such a fun chapter ;)
Can’t wait to read more!
And, am I the only one who kinda wants to read Jess & Jimmy’s wedding as well?

Holly Holly
6/28/19

So awesome!
also awesome that I subscribed to this story, and got the alert since the site is still acting kind of crazy. I would have been hella mad if I missed this chapter.

Buggaloo Buggaloo
6/27/19

LOVED this! Hopefully the honeymoon will be just as exciting! Can't wait for it!

Finally the wedding, they so deserve being happy together hope nothing can mess this up.

Rach Hell Rach Hell
4/24/19

Yay, Mattaya happened finally!! The vows actually gave me flashbacks about Riptide, gonna miss this!

Holly Holly
4/23/19