Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  “And you agreed?”

  “Yeah. How is that a bad thing? I was agreeing with her.”

  “Okay, Beth is a sweet girl. She knows this is new to you. I reckon she doesn’t want to push you too fast in case you freak out and lay her off. It’s my guess that what she really wanted to hear from you was; Fuck that! Bethany, you’re mine and I want everybody to know it… My advice? The next time you look at her—maybe you should act on instinct instead of overthinking this shit.”

  On that note, he slaps my back and walks off to the bar. Well, he’s certainly given me food for thought. I down the rest of my beer and put the bottle on the nearby table. Everybody else is absorbed in conversations so I turn my back to them and start texting Beth, I need to see her. Is Craig right?

  A moment later, I sense her presence before I see her. I glance around and spot her weaving herself towards me. I know exactly where she’s been and so does my dick. I know what she’s been doing and it’s what I’ve been thinking about doing since we left the goddam house.

  Now she’s in front of me with a devilish smile on her lips. Her cheeks are rosy and that sinful badass look is still lingering in her eyes, possessing me in a heartbeat, with visions of me fucking her.

  Deliberately positioning herself between me and the wall, she keeps herself concealed behind my frame. Without further hesitation she reaches up, pressing two fingers to my lips. I don’t take my eyes from hers.

  Pocketing my phone, I take her wrist and guide her fingers between my lips. Wrapping my tongue around, I taste her. I imagine where her fingers were just minutes ago. Although I’m distinctly aware of where we are, my body doesn’t care. The urge to touch her, to be with her—it’s like there’s no decision anymore; it’s a necessity.

  This woman is one of a kind and I know that Craig is right. Denying my angel in public is a major fuck up on my part. She is mine and I want every fucker to know it. I’ve kept my feelings of possessiveness under control tonight, believing that that’s what she wanted but now I believe different.

  Beth doesn’t deserve to be shunned, she’s had enough of that before she met me. I feel like shouting from the rooftops, telling everybody how awesome my girl is. Although I’m not ready to wear my heart on my sleeve, there’s nothing stopping me from being with her in public, like any other couple would do. It’s okay to be that guy.

  Slowly sucking, I withdraw her fingers from my mouth. She’s been biting onto her bottom lip the whole time, mesmerised. Acting on instinct I prowl forward three steps, capturing her with me along the way, forcing her backwards up against the wall. I see a moment of panic in her eyes as she tries to glance over my shoulder to see if anybody is looking. It’s time to let her know that I don’t give a fuck—and hope she feels the same.

  I welcome the onlookers. Wedging her snugly between me and the wall, I crush our mouths together. Spanning one hand at the base of her neck, keeping her pressed against the wall, I give her the clear message that I’m publically staking claim of what’s mine.

  My tongue urges her lips to part for me and she moans into my mouth. After taking a moment, she joins me in throwing our secret in the air like confetti. The more I touch her the more I’m reminded of how I will never get enough of her.

  We’ve kissed in public once before but tonight there’s no agenda, no games. This is genuine and by the end of the evening there’ll be no mistaking it.

  We lose ourselves in the kiss and in each other. My tongue explores her warm mouth as she completely submits to me. I taste the sour apple shots on her tongue. The feel of this goddam velvet dress against her smooth naked skin is addictive.

  Beth breaks away first but our lips are still touching, not wanting to let go just yet.

  “Jax, I thought we… Why now?”

  “Because you’re amazing—and I’m an idiot. You’re mine Angel and I want everybody to know it.” Her eyes flick back and forth between my eyes, taking in what I’m saying. She still looks worried. “Is this okay?”

  In answer she tugs my hips towards her, smiling wickedly and moaning in approval when she feels my hardening cock rub against her.

  “A little too late to be asking permission, don’t you think, G?”

  Leaning up, she kisses me sweetly. This time slower, more considered. God, I love kissing this girl, her lips are perfection to me. I trace my fingers down her face and when I break the kiss this time, her eyes tell me that I’ve righted that stupid wrong. She scrunches up her nose, making that face full of my wishes light up, looking shy and innocent. Her eyes peep over my shoulder again, concerned about what people might be thinking.

  “Look at me... Every time your lips touch me, it takes root. You possess me, my body, my thoughts. That day, in the beginning, you offered me funshine. Do you remember that?”

  “Yes. I remember.”

  “Well, you’ve given me so much more than that. You being with me, it’s opened me up to changes I didn’t think I’d ever make. I know we’ve got far to go but you need to know that you’ve brought me a long way already.”

  “You’re quite the romantic tonight, Jaxson. I like it.”

  “Well, beautiful, you do have an uncanny ability to bring out these different sides in me.” I drop a swift kiss on the end of her nose. “Come on, let’s go and face our audience before this semi starts becoming a problem.”

  Brazenly her dexterous fingers take hold of my dick.

  “Be more optimistic, G. You see that as a problem, I see it as an opportunity.”

  I nudge her face to the side and plant kisses up her neck. Groaning in her ear as she grips me harder and I bite down on her ear lobe.

  I whisper, “Get your fine ass over there before I call your bluff and make you come right here, with an audience.”

  On that note, she reluctantly lets me go.

  “Promises, promises.”

  I take her hand and we walk back over. I don’t want any awkwardness for Beth so I break the hushed silence and curious looks by telling the group that Beth and I are indeed seeing each other. I notice Wills shit-eating grin immediately. I know we’ve got her best friend’s approval. As suspected, the girls gradually edge towards Beth, dying to ambush her whilst the lads air various noncommittal grunts of praise. These guys are a good crowd, I wouldn’t surround myself with them otherwise.

  Now we’ve got our licence, Beth and I can’t keep our hands off each other. The old part of me would be worried about looking weak. The new part of me has re-evaluated my priorities.

  I lost Beth to the circling vultures about an hour ago. Now the lads know I’m not scouting out the talent, it means they’re only too pleased to oblige in fostering the unwanted female attention.

  My phone vibrates with a text message.

  Thanks 2 u, I’m knickerless & wet. So what r u gonna do about it? x

  I wish I could Angel, trust me. Don’t worry, we’ll b going home soon x

  Ur wish is my command xxx

  I didn’t intentionally make that wish but if my little angel’s granting wishes, I’m certainly not going to stop her. Looks like we’re calling it a night.

  Now? x

  Always & All Ways xxx

  Beth comes to find me, having said goodbye to the girls. I wrap my arm around her, securing her back at my side whilst we say our goodbyes to the lads and make our way out.

  The cool night’s breeze hits us and she huddles in closer.

  “Thanks for a lovely night Jax. It’s been brilliant. I haven’t felt this relaxed in ages, which sounds weird because I’ve just been drinking and dancing and fingerbombing myself… Oh God, sorry, that wasn’t meant to come out like that.”

  My girl waffles when she’s either nervous or when she’s had a drink. So this is the drink talking. She’s tipsy and the massive grin on her merry little face tells me she’s really happy right now.

  I love her waffling. I find it endearing. So I don’t say a word. I keep walking us towards the end of the street, intermittently kissing the t
op of her head. The car’s not too much farther now.

  “So, that’s it then. We’re public. We’re a proper, proper couple, loud and proud… I hope you don’t live to regret it. No wait, is that right? That sounds like I’m saying that I hope you don’t live, which I’m obviously not. I don’t mean that. I’m saying I hope you don’t regret it, you know ‘us’… You were right earlier you know, when you said we’ve still got a long way to go. There’s still loads and loads…” She breathes in deeply, continuing, “…and looooads we need to learn about each other. Okay, that’s actually bullshit. I’m the open book remember, luckily for you. But there’s still so much I want to know about you. Other than the fact that you’re unbelievably sexy and handsome and massive and lovely—”

  Okay, so maybe she’s more than tipsy. Jesus, were the girls plying her with drinks for the last hour? It seems that I may have misconstrued matters. I thought she was snuggling into my side, when she’s actually leaning on me to keep herself upright. Just before we reach the end of the street, I duck us into a narrow side street and lean her against the wall.

  “Hey, how you feeling?”

  “Ah-ha… Alone at last.”

  “You’ve had more to drink than I realised.”

  “Oh God, not you too.” She scoffs, lamely attempting to push me aside. “He used to tell me off for drinking. Making me feel guilty. Please don’t turn into him, Jax.”

  “Firstly, don’t compare me to him, ever, okay?”

  “Okay, it’s ju—”

  “Secondly, I’m not condemning you for drinking too much. Plus, you’re out with me, so I know you’re safe. I’m saying that after those messages you sent me, it had me ready to fuck you at the first opportunity.”

  “Which is now… I’m drunk Jax, not paralytic. I need you.”

  “And I you… But I’m not fucking you here Angel.”

  Her pouty bottom lip is out in full effect, as are her—albeit drunken—puppy dog eyes. She strokes her hands all over my chest, rubbing her thumbs across my nipples.

  “Compromise?”

  Moving my hands to her peachy ass, I stroke up and down, feeling the vibrations of the velvet across my palms.

  “Okay, how about I give you something else you’re eager for; information? Ask me anything and I’ll do my best to satisfy you that way instead.”

  “Ooo, interesting swerve ball Jax... That’s what I get for dating a successful, negotiating businessman. Okay then, you’re on. But I’ll wait ’til we’re in the car, I need to gather my thoughts… I’m not wasting this juicy opportunity. I’m drunk, not stupid.”

  “Agreed. Now let’s get your sexy ass out of this cold.”

  Wrapping my arm back around her, we walk a few more minutes to the 4x4. I settle her into the passenger seat and walk around to my side, acknowledging along the way that I just turned down sex. I just turned down fucking fucking!

  I start up the car and set the seat heater to warm Beth up. All the time, her facial expressions are acting out her thoughts as she considers what to ask me.

  The roads are quiet as I pull off and we drive in silence. The colour returns to her cheeks and the drive settles her head a little.

  “Got it. I’ve got it. Why ‘X’?” There’s so many questions she could’ve gone for—I wasn’t expecting this. “I’m guessing it’s a code name but why? Why would you need a code name with Jack and Carmel?”

  This answer could be encapsulated in a few truthful sentences but no matter what I say, it will only raise more questions. I’ve got to be careful not to open a whole can of worms but at the same time, this is part of my journey to revealing all.

  Although she is stronger than she realises, it’s true that she is also vulnerable. She hasn’t got a bad bone in her body—accept when I’m plunging my fingers into her that is.

  I have some loose ends to tie up before I can really feel ready to speak to her about my past properly but maybe I’m clinging onto these last few days because part of me knows that she won’t accept me once I’ve filled in the blanks.

  “When I met Carmel, she knew me as Jax but she introduced me to some of her acquaintances as ‘X’. She didn’t ask and I didn’t object. As you know, I like my privacy, so it stuck. These people had no need to know who I was. Jack is the only person that I have met as ‘X’ and then gone on to later tell him my name.”

  “But—”

  “I know. That doesn’t explain why though. Sorry. What about if I told you that Jax wasn’t my real name either?”

  “What?”

  “It’s true. I changed my name to Jax shortly after I left my old life behind. Once I’d decided I wasn’t going back, I wanted to forget about everything and it helped me get a fresh start.”

  “Jeez. This is crazy. So what is it, your real name?”

  “You’re not upset?”

  “Upset? No. I’m confused. But, I’m kinda used to that by now. So?”

  “Joseph. My real name is Joseph Carter. Nobody knows that little nugget of information Angel. Well, accept for my boss. I told them for some irrational reason but thankfully I’ve not been made to regret it. I’ve obviously covered my back in watertight paperwork. It’s not the kind of thing I’d like appearing in the media.”

  Beth’s eyes seem to have glazed over. I’m not even sure she’s still listening to me.

  “I did think about looking into your company online. After all, you once told me that stalkerish tendencies were a massive turn on for you.”

  “So why didn’t you—check me out?”

  “I’d rather stick to checking you out face to face… I’ve put my faith and trust in you. I’d rather hear things from you, not read about them. The thought of seeing photographs of you was the most intriguing. I know it was only a few years ago but still.”

  “Well, I’ve had most of them deleted so there wouldn’t be much to find. I’ve changed quite a bit. Bulked out, inked up more and shaved my head. Unrecognisable to most. I’ve actually seen businessmen I’ve dealt with previously and they’ve not had a clue.”

  “Is that another reason why you don’t conform to a management suit and tie at work?”

  “Maybe. I’ve never been one to conform to anything Angel. I like to live by my own rules.”

  We drive a few more minutes in silence.

  “Joseph… But you kept ‘Carter’, which tells me that you didn’t want to cut all ties… Maybe not a completely fresh start then.”

  “It was a fresh start Beth.”

  I shrug. But maybe she’s right. It would’ve been easy to change my name completely, officially. But my family agreed not to come for me, so there was no need to change everything. One thing my family are strong on is promises. I promised to remain involved in the family business and they promised to let me go. My mother also added that that promise extended to ‘…until I’m ready to return.’ They were adamant that I just needed to get my shit together and I was too. But I soon realised that day was a long way away. So I never gave them reason to hope.

  Beth makes no attempts to hide that she’s trying to gauge my thoughts. At the next set of traffic lights, I lean over and kiss her, reassuring her that we’re still okay. As I go to break away she bites down on my bottom lip and giggles. A car behind starts honking their horn so I have to tickle her into submission.

  Back to driving and she returns to the conversation.

  “Joseph is a beautiful name… Not that Jax isn’t. I love them both… The names I mean. I love your names.”

  “Well, good because I’m sticking with Jaxson. Plus, I like how ‘Jax’ sounds on your lips.”

  I stroke my fingers across her thigh but she pulls my hand from her lap and up to her mouth.

  “I like how you sound when you’re between my lips more.”

  Suggestively sucking my thumb, her tongue action efficiently reminds my dick that I should be fucking her sweet pussy right now.

  “Is that right, Angel?”

  Chapter Fourteen

 
; Sunday 26th April 2015

  2:43am

  Beth

  After satisfying my taste buds with their favourite flavour during the car journey home, it seemed to effectively replace the alcohol fuelling my veins. Sobering me up. He possesses me—re-igniting my hunger to have him.

  As soon as we’d pulled into the garage, I passed him a condom from the glove box and waited impatiently. He hesitated and I knew he wanted to take me into the house but I remained firm—as did he—which resulted in his erect penis and I, winning the battle.

  Once the condom was on, he rolled his seat back and I didn’t need another invitation before I pounced on him. I rode him quickly with long deep strokes that rubbed my clit and inner walls blissfully.