Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  With teary-eyes, she purses her lips together tightly and responds with a slow nod. I feel closer to saying the words I’ve never uttered, but somehow there’s always a whisper of dreaded doubt that talks me down off the ledge.

  “Now stand up and put on those fuck-me heels so I can oblige.”

  Letting out the last of the shaky breath she’s apparently been holding in, she lights up the room with her beautiful smile. Nipping a pinch of skin on the inside of her bottom lip, she drags it out and whispers mischievously, “Yes, Sir.”

  So I do just that. I take her whilst she lays on her back with her legs akimbo, locked out straight in the shape of a ‘V’. On bended knees between her legs, I hold onto her ankles and build up a ferocious rhythm as I drink in her beautiful jolting body.

  After one condom, my cock isn’t near ready to call it a night so I roll on another. Flipping her on the side, I scissor-fuck her hard, cutting away my bullshit past—for now.

  Now the banquet is over. The scraps of material are still bunched up around her synced waist. My eyes feast on the perfect proportions of her glistening delicate body.

  “So, how did I do, Nurse Taylor?”

  “Hmm… I’m afraid the results are inconclusive, Mr Carter. Looks like we may need to repeat the tests—” My ravenous dick twitches in agreement against her slender thigh, as she’s sprawled out on top of me, nuzzling into my chest. “—whoa, down boy. You’ll have to make another appointment for that.”

  Beth is my beacon of light. As long as she’s with me, that light will penetrate into the dark corners held within me. My feelings for her are what has led me to step out of the shadows. My urge to protect her and cherish her sweet soul is what has me pleading for that part of my life to be locked away for good and unable to taint her purity. But part of my past will remain ever present until my deed is done.

  I will tell her everything soon, but not until I know she’s not at risk. I have to check and double-check that all angles are covered and that any sense of possible danger has been eradicated.

  Am I a bad person? I guess that answer lies in the heart of this woman and I’ll know what it is soon enough.

  In the meantime, we will continue basking in our shared time together. Until she knows my past, I won’t be confessing how deep my feelings flow. It would be wrong to let her hear that before she’s heard the rest. She needs to judge me without the added distraction of my heart in her way.

  Beth’s breathing is slow and steady. That familiar pattern tells me she’s drifted off to sleep. I slip out of her grasp, covering her with the duvet. Her expression is peaceful but I know that even though her huge caring heart stops her from pushing me for answers, the questions will hang over us like a brooding black cloud until the time is right to face the storm.

  “Soon, Angel.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Saturday 25th April 2015

  11:02am

  Beth

  ‘Beth’ returned with a bang—quite literally!

  After I’d showered this morning, washing the final remnants of Nurse Taylor’s rouge from my lips, I slipped back into bed. Jax was still in a deep sleep but his morning glory was a temptation I wasn’t going to forgo.

  Dipping my head under the covers, careful not to wake him, I wrapped my mouth around his cock and proceeded to give him ‘the best motherfucking wake-up call ever’—his words, not mine.

  Rise and motherfucking shine.

  Jax predictably went on to return the favour in the most deliciously sacred way. When he goes down on me, it’s almost like a ritual so he takes his time. Jax is attentive and such a generous sexual partner, and boyfriend.

  Afterwards he took great pleasure in methodically counting every single facial freckle he could find. He’s not one to miss an opportunity and I did promise to grant him wishes. My mom told me when I was little that each freckle was a fairy’s kiss, so granting wishes with them seems to keep the magic alive.

  When he’d finished, he announced ‘Bethany Taylor’s freckles have been counted and verified and I can now reveal that the amount of wishes granted to Jaxson Carter will be—drum roll please—fortyyyyyy-eight!’

  We may have to implement some sort of conversion rate because that’s nearly a wish a week for an entire year! What with that and he’s personal account with the Bank of Beth, we’ll be pretty much spending all of our free time naked and dishing out orgasms on tap… Hmm, actually… Maybe I should extend these wishes beyond the freckles on my face…

  Wills has just called to see how last night went so I’ve strolled outside and down to a bench beside the pool whilst spilling all the juicy details of Nurse Taylor’s private appointment.

  “God, you pair are so fucking hot and horny… Jeez. I knew you had it in you. You two are the perfect match. I’ve got a feeling you bring out the best in each other.”

  “I like to think so. So, how was work?”

  “Work was work. Oh hold on, Dad wants to say hi. I’m just going to the toilet.”

  “Hey Smiler, how you doing?”

  “Hi Will, I’m all good thank you. I hear you followed through in finding out Wills opinion of my boyfriend, huh?”

  “I’m nothing if not a man of my word. Although, the happiness I hear in your voice is evidence enough.”

  “I wish I could say the same for you… You sound down. Anything you’d like to share, Mr Sedgwick? I’m a good listener. Maybe it’s you that needs looking out for, not me…”

  Will lets out a sigh and a half-hearted laugh.

  “No, but thank you. I think I’ve gotta find the answers to this one myself. I’ll put Wills back on anyway, just wanted to say hi. Take care sweetheart.”

  “You too. Bye Will.”

  “Hey,” I hear a door close, so I presume Wills is in her bedroom now. “I’ve decided that it’s actually nice he’s looking out for you because it gets him off my back.”

  “Ooo there’s a story here, I can feel it. Come on, out with it. Who have you been screwing that’s got you being all secretive?”

  “Well—there is somebody but just like you with Jax, I don’t wanna talk about it… Not just yet. I don’t want to risk jinxing it before it’s really off the ground.”

  “Okay, fair enough. So is that where you were when we agreed to both stay out last Sunday? With him… Or her…?”

  “Yes. I was at his. That’s all your getting, for now anyway.”

  “Okay. I’ll be a good bestie and continue diverting your dad’s attention then. I think it’s sweet of him anyway. Do you think he’ll get back with your mom then?”

  “Who knows… One minute they’re sizzling with chemistry, the next they’re at each other’s throats. If they can’t get past their grievances, there’s no future for them. Neither of them are stupid enough to go into an unhealthy relationship with the risk of hurting each other. I think that’s what’s holding them back.” She sighs, sounding reflective. “They love each other so much, they don’t want to risk causing each other pain in the future. For once, I’m in agreement. Maybe love isn’t always enough. Usually I’d tell them to fuck it and deal with the consequences later. But they’ve got history, a lot of shit to trawl through.”

  I hear the concern in her voice rather than her words. She shrugs off the topic by changing the subject.

  “Anyway, hot off the press… We’re going out tonight. Craig is probably contacting Jax as we speak. Just hitting a few bars, nothing major. You up for it? It could be your first night out as a couple.”

  “I’m up for a few drinks yeah—”

  “Sorted.”

  “—but not as a couple. I think Jax would agree with me that we don’t want to share ourselves with the rest of the world just yet.”

  “Really? Suit yourselves but before you make that decision, why don’t you imagine all the girls eyeing up your man, flirting with him. That shit won’t feel nice, even if he does make it clear to them that he’s not interested, there’ll be another girl along to try her l
uck a few minutes later. There always is. Same goes for him. I’m guessing Jax isn’t the type of guy that likes to share either.”

  “I know what you’re saying, but I’d like to think I’m comfortable enough in my skin now. Let them look. That’s all they’ll be doing. I’ll be the one in his bed tonight.”

  “Okay B, if that’s what you want. Love you, Smiler.”

  9:03pm

  After foreplay, which came in the form of watching Jax’s culinary skills, we got to work by christening the kitchen counter and then again in the shower whilst getting ready. Now we’re running late. I’ve had to bring my things into the guest room to get ready otherwise, if we’re left alone much longer, there’s no way we’ll make it out the front door tonight.

  I have decided to resurrect the dress from the night I got Steve’d. The high rounded halter neck clings to my curves and the lush raspberry velvet is heaven to touch. I wear some simple black heels and a small black bag for my essentials.

  With nearly all of my back on show, I can’t wait to feel Jax’s hands there. Although tonight, as suspected, he agreed that we keep things under wraps and Wills is under strict instructions to do the same.

  Jax has already called me from downstairs. Once again he’s ordered me a car, just like the night of the 24/7 party. He uses the same reliable firm every time. Now I know about his wealth, little things make more sense to me, like ordering a car instead of any old taxi. I have started to understand his need for security to guard his anonymity and he can obviously afford the high end invoices.

  Tonight he’s going to drive himself. He is still on a course of antibiotics, so won’t be drinking.

  Before I head down I have a final check in the mirror, remembering how much I loved this dress. I have only worn it once and that night tainted it. So tonight, instead of seeing the weak and confused woman who stripped it off in tears, I’ve reincarnated into a sexual temptress. At the hands of Jax, my body has realised its potential and he’s more than happy to exercise that potential at any given opportunity.

  My flushed cheeks from that steamy shower has meant that I’ve used little make up. I’ve blow dried my hair and left it down and straight, instead of having chunky curls like last time. I’ve slicked back the top and sides with some hair grease and gripped the sides in place behind my ears. The look is very chic and enhances the ‘And what?’ attitude, I’ve decided to rock this evening. If Jax can’t have his hands on me until we’re home, I’m going to make sure he’s chomping at the bit to get into my knickers. Flirting with Jax is a guaranteed panty wetting sport, which I love.

  I make my way to the top of the stairs and see my handsome boyfriend waiting for me at the bottom, champagne in hand. He is dressed in smart beige moleskin jeans and a tight long sleeved warm brown top with chunky buttons. The neckline is wider than he usually wears and drops low enough to flash some of his chest.

  Walking casually down each step, my hips set to work demanding his complete attention. Jax drags his gaze up from my heels to my eyes, not once but twice. It’s even more gratifying the second time.

  “Déjà vu, Angel.”

  When I reach him, he kisses my cheeks whilst I breathe him in.

  “I was thinking the same thing G. And once again, we’ve got to keep our hands off each other—all night.”

  I take the champagne and welcome a large, chilled mouthful.

  “But this time the circumstances are vastly different and it’s not all night.” Jax pulls my hips to his. With my heels lending me an extra few inches to play with, I can nearly face him eye to eye. “You look incredible. This dress is deadly on you.” He strokes his fingertips up and down my back, producing a body full of goosebumps in seconds. I moan in appreciation.

  “It’ll look even better pooled at my feet later.” I whisper and take another sip.

  “Great minds think alike… Although if I’ve got to keep my hands off you, by the end of tonight your dress may have to take a ride up your thighs first. And on that note… I can see you’re not wearing a bra, but are you knickerless?”

  “No, I’m Beth. Pleased to meet you.”

  I mock and put out my hand for him to shake. His ear to ear smile takes over his face and then he takes my hand and kisses it instead.

  “Do you have any underwear on Beth?” He asks again in a stern but playful tone.

  “Yes. Why?”

  “I’d just like to be thinking about how naked you are beneath this velvet all night.”

  “Jax, I am not going out commando…”

  “I really wish you’d take them off, beautiful.”

  “Okay, okay. I see what you’re doing here.”

  “Right now.”

  “You know I’m a woman of my word, Jaxson.” He takes my glass and holds me steady as I shimmy out of my knickers and hold them up. “Ta-dah.”

  “Good girl.” He strokes his hand over my bottom and squeezes hard.

  “Forty-seven remaining. Wish wisely.”

  Let the games begin.

  A few hours after meeting up with the gang, we’re all having a good night and Jax and I haven’t stopped flirting.

  I picked Wills up in my taxi on the way to keep up the pretence of not being with Jax. She was right though, Jax has a way of commanding the room and I’m not even sure it’s intentional. The female attention he’s getting constantly is driving me fucking nuts.

  Obviously, he can’t act too much out of character so I can see him trying to be polite and casually shut them down without making it obvious to the lads. Wills on the other hand has decided to be my girlfriend for the evening so any male attention is soon deflected. I have my suspicions that Jax was behind that cunning plan.

  Now I’m locking the cubicle door behind me after receiving a text to which I’m thankful to use as an excuse to ease the ache: I WISH you’d go to the ladies & think of me whilst u make yourself come.

  11:49pm

  Jax

  “You know I value our friendship, right?”

  “Of course.”

  “I’d like to think I could talk to you about anything.”

  “What’s up, Craig?”

  This bar is the kind of place where you can hold a conversation without shouting to be heard but the girls can also dance without looking out of place too.

  “Is everything alright with you? Only, you seem different—distracted. Like when you sparked that guy out at the party. With you not being around at work, I just wanted to make sure—”

  “Everything’s good. That prick deserved to get smacked. It’s no big deal. And I’m just working from home for a while. Nothing to worry about here bro.”

  “Okay. So are you seeing Beth?”

  Trust Craig, never backwards in coming forwards. It’s a trait I respect but I’m never usually on the receiving end of it.

  “What makes you ask that?”

  “Come on. I saw the way you two kissed at Keepers. I’ve never seen you that caught up before.”

  “I was just helping her deal with her scumbag husband.”

  “Bull. Shit. That shit was fucking authentic. You’ve been clocking her all night and laying sweet chicks off. I mean I don’t blame you, Beth is one hot piece of ass that I wouldn’t mind tapping——and therein lies the truth my man.”

  “What?”

  “The way your knuckles turned white and you nearly shattered that glass at the mere thought of her with somebody else.” I screw up my face, frowning, trying to casually dismiss his observations without outright lying to him. Craig is like a dog with a bone as he pursues his tactic to rile me further. “Okay. So the thought of some dude fucking that sweet pus—”

  “Enough.”

  Craig shows no glory in making me cave. He already knew anyway.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you just tell me?”

  “You know I don’t do this. This is—new territory. I don’t wanna fuck it up.”

  “Can I give you some advice man?” I shrug nonchalantly but other than Jack, Crai
g’s the only person I’d listen to about the subject. “You’re already fucking it up, Jaxson.” Well, I wasn’t expecting that. “Why are you even keeping it a secret? You’re both free and single, so unless you get off on watching strangers trying it on, what’s the point? Not only have I seen the way you two have been eyefucking from across the pool table tonight but I’ve also seen her crushed whenever a girl is in your space.”

  “Very fucking observant all of a sudden aren’t you? If you must know, Detective, Beth was the one who suggested we keep ourselves undercover for a while longer.”