Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  In that position and being all nice and clean, it’d be rude not to slide onto the hard cock that had been nudging me for attention the whole time. So I did just that. But it wasn’t crazy water-sloshing-carelessly-onto-the-floor sex. It was deliciously slow.

  Jax looks at my flushed face through the mirror in the bathroom as I clean my teeth with the toothbrush he’s just used. There’s a lovely light atmosphere. We seem to have fucked away the stress and succeeded in burying ‘the conversation’ into the sand, for now.

  “Lean on me” by Bill Withers plays from my phone in the bedroom, again. I know it’s Wills calling because she personalised her ringtone on the coach trip down here.

  I skip my naked ass into the bedroom and answer.

  “I’m so sorry, Wills.”

  “Yeah, yeah, you got a bit dickstracted! You should be sorry. My poor ears have just been scarred for life with the sound of my best friend coming like a trooper.”

  “Oh my God. You’re outside?”

  “Yep and I’ve got to tell you, these walls are thin babe.”

  “Shit. Sorry. Jax—”

  “Yes, yes I know who’s in there with you. The whole freakin’ building does. Don’t be surprised if you get a standing fucking ovation at breakfast in the morning.

  “Oh my God.”

  “But seriously though, that was one badass orgasm. No wonder you’re so dick-whipped.”

  I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to whisper to her.

  “I am not dick-whipped. Anyway, gimme five minutes to get dressed.”

  “Okay, but I’m drunk and now I’m hella horny so hurry the fuck up please. I need my bed babe.”

  I turn around to find Jax with his arms folded, leaning his shoulder against the door, wearing nothing but a beautiful massive smile.

  “She out there?”

  “Yes. She heard us.”

  “There’s no point whispering now, B.” He prowls over to me. “So I guess you’re going to kick me out now you’re done with me, huh?”

  “You guessed right.”

  Jax wraps me up into his arms and we hug. We stand, naked and spent and fucking hug—it’s toe curling and lush and almost the equivalent to an orgasm. It’s simple and complex and all that’s in between.

  We get dressed and I walk him up to his room, mainly because I didn’t want to say goodnight to him. Wills didn’t say a word to Jax as we left. She just gave us both the cheekiest smile, winking at Jax as she brushed past us.

  I impress myself by not giving into the temptation to slip inside his room. By the time I eventually pull myself away from his luscious lips and head back down to our room, I get a taste of my own medicine. I didn’t take the key card so as I’m about to knock I hear the faint sexual whimpering of Wills.

  What? She has got to be kidding. She was really that horny, she’s dived her hand into her knickers the second the door was closed.

  So I do what any best friend would do—what she did for me—I slide down the wall, sit in the corridor and wait. That’s when I hear a man’s voice. It’s muffled but definitely a man’s voice. Holy fuck! So much for trying a bit of monogamy with Peter.

  Grateful to have taken my phone with me, I occupy myself playing mind-numbingly stupid games in between texting the sexy beast I just left upstairs. His parting text makes me smile; To my Angel, thank you for a spectacular twist to this weekend. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, preferably sitting on the dick that’s getting hard in my hand whilst thinking about you. Always, G x

  I simply replied; I’ll c u, ur hard dick & those multi-tasking, ambidextrous hands of urs 2moro. ILY. B x

  Eventually, after God knows how long, Wills emerges from the room and looks down at me.

  “Oh there you are. Sorry, I got caught up. I thought you may have ended up in his room for a second badass orgasm.”

  I mumble ‘sixth’ under my breath as she pulls me and my numb ass up off the floor.

  “What are you doing Wills? I thought you and Peter—”

  “Hey, you can’t blame a girl for satisfying her needs. I mean, look at you. You’re glowing like a firefly.”

  She walks back into the room and I let the door shut behind her. I am not going in whilst there’s some post-sexed dude in there. Wills reopens the door.

  “Come on. What are you doing?”

  “What are you doing? Can you get him out please?”

  “Who? Oooh you think I was fucking somebody in here. Babe, you know I’m seeing Peter, which I’m pretty sure means I don’t get to fuck other people.”

  “So what was all that then?”

  She drags my arm and pulls me into the empty room. Wills gestures to her bed where the light from her open laptop is glowing up her side of the room.

  “Skype, biatch.”

  I immediately think about when I made a similar mistake at Jax’s—that was the night he took my jubi! The night I got thoroughly jubi-fuckin-lated by him and I was right. It was the kind of life changing, soul consuming, all in, full shebang, my-life-will-never-be-the-same-again sex.

  Wills goes off to take a drunken shower whilst I snuggle into bed, dreaming of hypnotic green eyes looking back up at me from between my thighs.

  9:13am

  Breakfast is nothing short of a belly-busting feast. This place certainly knew that feeding our coachload of gym fanatics would be the equivalent to feeding an army.

  At the cooked breakfast buffet, Wills and I help ourselves to bacon, eggs, sausage, mushrooms, beans and toast. Wills says a greasy Full English breakfast is her ideal hangover cure. I don’t have that excuse, I’m just ravenous for the first time this week.

  We tuck in whilst chatting about the shenanigans that went on in the bar last night, which basically equated to a whole heap of bed swapping.

  I alternate between sipping orange juice to wash down my food and sipping coffee to inject some much needed caffeine. My phone beeps.

  Keep eating like that & I’ll b forced 2 come over there & eat u for breakfast.

  I glance across the room and see Jax sitting at a table with some of the lads near the entrance.

  Me eating like a pig turns u on? There’s a name for people like u. ‘Feeders’ I think.

  Anything u do with ur mouth turns me on Angel. And if u’ll b my pig, I’ll definitely b ur wolf.

  Trouble is Mr Wolf, I’m the clever pig that made her house from bricks.

  I see him smirk when he reads the text but he doesn’t look over.

  Don’t worry about that. I’ll leave all the blowing 2 u & just kick ur door down. Then I’ll eat u all up.

  Mmm… In that case, there’s no need 2 break down my door. I’ll b a good little piggy & leave it unlocked 4u Mr Wolf.

  Wills swipes the phone out of my hands and puts it in the middle of the table next to hers.

  “You don’t get to have sexy text conversations until you tell me what happened last night.”

  “Well, Jax came over to—talk.” I shrug unconvincingly.

  “How did he even know which room we were in? You know, he went batshit crazy after you left the bar last night? Anyway, I digress, so you two are back on then or was it just goodbye sex?”

  “Bit of both if that’s even possible. We’re going to make the most of the weekend and talk properly when we get back.”

  “Sweet. That’s just great that is.” Her voice is dense with sarcasm. She shakes her head and downs her juice. “So, you’re going to get fucked all weekend, whilst I’ve got to make do with myself. Don’t get me wrong—I’m good, I mean really fucking good. But still, I’m craving Peter and his lovely cock already.”

  I reverse the speared sausage back out of my mouth and put down my fork.

  “This won’t hinder our girly weekend Wills, I promise.”

  “Hey.” She keeps her voice hushed. “Don’t let me rain on your pussy parade. I wouldn’t usually agree with fucking somebody you may or may not be about to break up with but when he makes you scream his name the way you were
—I’ll happily make an exception. Plus your heads already fucked over him so you may as well bag those big O’s whilst you still can, B.”

  “You make it sound like I’m using him.”

  “It is what it is. You love the guy Beth, so you get what you can whenever you can if that’s what you want. We’ll still have plenty of fun. Anyway, what’s on the schedule for today?”

  I take out the list from my handbag and we both cast our eyes over it. We make plans to get ready and head down to the beach to watch the heats that are being held there for most of the day. We can show our support whilst catching some sun—perfect.

  2:25pm

  I am baked. The sun is blazing so we’ve been frequently dipping in and out of the sea all day. Before lunch we went over to the promenade to watch the tyre flip event.

  Our Birmingham team is currently in second place on points. There’s a huge board on the beach that’s being updated constantly. There are two London teams, which are in first and third place, followed by Manchester then Cardiff.

  Wills and I have put our names down to take a turn on the treadmill challenge, which is basically five allocated treadmills lined up in a nearby studio and they’re clocking distance covered by each team over the entire weekend. I absolutely love running and swimming so I can’t wait for my chance to contribute. I’m in no fit state to run at the moment though. The sun has drained us of our energy.

  We’ve just eaten lunch whilst watching the strongest of all the men doing various strength challenges. We’ve got this one covered though. Our competitors are very impressive and Jax is doing a sterling job keeping everybody organised and hyped up.

  He’s so fucking sexy when he’s bossy, inside and outside of the bedroom. I’ve had a lady-boner in my bikini bottoms since I saw him in his white vest and summer shorts… and those sunglasses. Considering he hasn’t been able to train anywhere near his usual standards, he looks so goddam ripped—I guess we have been working out together quite a lot.

  The heat of the sun is making his veins pop and his skin glisten. I want to go and rub more sun block on his tattoos—and his cock, just for good measure—but I can’t because he’s working.

  The air has been thick with testosterone since we stepped foot on the beach. There’s skimpy bikini clad females flirting about the place like mosquitos. You can easily spot the genuine girls that have come down to support their club because they’re concentrating on the events and cheering their men along. Whereas the girls that are simply here to spread their legs, stand out like a sore thumb—or a sunburned cleavage in their case.

  Talk about tits and ass—it’s everywhere. I can’t look in any direction without spotting erect nipples and camel toes.

  “Pissing you off isn’t it?”

  “What?”

  “Seeing these girls checking out your man.”

  “That obvious huh? I really didn’t think I was the jealous type, but maybe I am. I’ve been having thoughts of bitch slapping girls all day. That’s not like me at all.”

  Well, Carmel was the exception I guess. She was certainly able to get under my skin.

  Wills gives me a patronising ‘there, there’ half cuddle and a kiss on the head.

  “That’s not jealousy babe. You’re not worried that he’s actually paying attention to any of these girls are you?”

  “No.”

  “See—you’re not jealous then. You just don’t like the idea of another girl thinking she’s got a chance with your man, right?”

  “Exactly.”

  “So go and make it clear he’s not on the market. Give him a kiss or a grope or something—label your man.”

  “As much as I’d love to do that, he’s working Wills. The big bosses are over there watching. It’s not happening.”

  “So you’re going to spend the next few days tormenting yourself by clocking every girl that eyefucks him or tries to chat him up?”

  “In the daytime, yeah. What else can I do?”

  “Well if you can’t show them his yours, tell them.”

  “What do you want me to do, start handing out flyers?”

  “Look, once you’ve told a few of the skanks, the girls from their club will soon get the message. This beach may be swarming with sexy beasts but we both know Jax has a way of standing out from the crowd… I’m just saying, if something’s pissing you off in your life, don’t accept it—do something about it.”

  “You’re right.”

  “Okay, well that chick right there has been sliding her sneaky ass closer and closer to him.”

  I look over and see the brunette with humongous tits. Willow’s right. I’ve seen her flirting around our guys all day. Jax and the lads are distracted watching the Deadlift Challenge so Wills waves to get her attention and when the girl looks over, she beckons her to us.

  “Sorry, sweetheart, that one’s taken.”

  Wills nods over to Jax who’s obliviously writing on his clipboard. How does she manage to talk with a smile yet the tone clearly says back-the-fuck-up?

  “Alright darlin’ cool. See y’round, yeah.”

  The brunette has a strong cockney accent so she’s likely to be down with one of the London teams. She spins her bare feet in the sand and veers in the direction of another group of targets with her friends following behind her.

  “See, no agro. Simple.”

  I need to embrace my Fuck It attitude into all of my life. Wills has hit the nail on the head. If I don’t like something, I should do something about it.

  That glimmer of inspiration is about to be tested because there’s a break in the events and some of the spectators see that as their opportunity to pounce and flirt outrageously. Jax can’t very well tell them to ‘fuck off’ and cause a scene so I see him diverting his attention elsewhere.

  He looks up and around the crowd. I know he’s looking for me but he doesn’t spot me. This girl won’t give up. She’s all over him like a rash, swishing her black glossy hair around like she’s filming a shampoo ad and giggling at God knows what.

  I look over at Wills, who just shrugs as if to repeat, ‘If you don’t like it, do something about it.’

  Craig calls Jax over to the Birmingham team tent where our lot have gathered. So I take my opportunity to subtly walk over to the girl, with my back up bestie casually in tow.

  “Excuse me. Hey. That guy—he’s attached.”

  “Yeah, he’s gonna be attached to my cunt if he’s lucky.”

  Oh. Well, I didn’t expect that, so I snort out a laugh because well, it was a fucking crude thing to say.

  “No, I mean, he’s taken. As in, I don’t think he’d be interested in your ‘cunt’ I’m afraid, sorry.”

  How did Wills nail it in one but I just sound patronising? Probably because the thought of Jaxson anywhere near her privates—or in her case probably ‘publics’—makes me want to vomit all over her fake spider leg eyelashes.

  Her screwed up face tells me I’ve riled her and I can smell she’s been drinking. I’ve got a feeling that this is going to go majorly wrong.

  “And who the fuck are you to tell me who I will and won’t be fucking?”

  Wills steps forward but I hold my arm out to her.

  “Look, you’ve got a beach full of hot men to crack on with. Just not him.”

  The girl swipes her hair over her shoulders, with her hands on her hips and steps forward twice until she’s in my face. We’re the same height.

  “Listen bitch, if you try and tell me what to do one more time, I will slap those freckles off your pretty little face and bury your head in the sand. Capeesh?”

  How the fuck did this escalate so quickly? Wills grabs my arm to move me out of the way but I stand firm. I’m not the Bethany that takes bullshit because it’s easier for everybody else. I’m not the Bethany that walks away from confrontation because there may be consequences.

  I’m the Bethany that says fuck the consequences. This bully deserves to be brought down a peg or two. Miss Sensible pipes up to rem
ind me of the fact that we’re on a beach surrounded by a few hundred people. Plus she’s been drinking and possibly a brawler…

  Nah. Fuck It!

  “Don’t fucking talk to him ag—”