Always Angel (The List #4)

by N. K. Love

  First I contact Bear and ask him to drop Beth’s handbag off in reception. Then I make arrangements to have two mobile phones delivered and some new clothes to get us through the next few days or however long she needs.

  As soon as that is sorted, I come straight back to Beth’s side, lying next to her, listening to her breathing and being thankful for every single breath.

  My beautiful angel. The light in my life.

  I stare at her, in absolute awe. Naturally, I start to go over everything that Carmel had admitted to. It’s hard to grasp the sheer magnitude of it all. How she’d reeled me in with her conniving ways before I’d ever even met her. She duped me from the get go and, at the time, I was too messed up to realise. Although it’s hard to take in, the overwhelming reality is that, finally, once and for all, it is over.

  That chapter of my life has ended. It’s dead and buried—or burned, as the case may be! It’s time for me to turn to a fresh page and collaborate the first chapter to my new life with Beth.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Thursday 18th June 2015

  2:16pm

  Beth slept for most of Tuesday night but was awoken in the early hours of the morning by a nightmare that had her digging her fingers into my back as I cradled her shivering body. I managed to lull her back to sleep but not before she’d started to tell me some of what happened back at the bungalow, which was the cause of her nightmare.

  I listened intently to how she’d tried to make an escape—which I thought was ingenious—only to find that Carmel had drugged her and then how they’d fought in the hallway. Now I know where the cut on her arm came from as well as some of the other marks. I could picture every nerve-racking scene and my heart was thumping just imagining what Beth had gone through. Whilst that was all happening, I was obliviously chasing nobody in a country I didn’t want to be in.

  Ever since, between sleeping, cuddling, eating and showering, piece by piece, she has gradually filled the blanks in for me. Not once have I pressured her or instigated the conversations—even though I’ve been desperate to know exactly what had happened.

  Beth asked what we did with Carmel’s body and I told her that Will had it covered, reassuring her that there would never be any comeback for us in the future so there’s absolutely no need for her to look over her shoulder.

  She was so pleased when her handbag arrived, emptying it out on the bed and going through it. Taking the note from her parcel of books out of her purse, she read it over and over, telling me, ‘you were always with me, every minute of every hour. You kept me going’.

  A kiss and a cuddle later and I darted out the room to make another call to Bear. That note brought to light an oversight on my part. I told Bear to return to the bungalow at nightfall, to remove and burn the cardboard delivery box and books from the property. Should the police eventually investigate Carmel’s disappearance, there’s no evidence to link us there anymore. Thank fuck my sentimental woman kept that note.

  When Bear had collected her handbag, he’d told me that the place looked as if there had been a struggle of sorts. I’m not sure whether that was from Beth and Carmel or whether Carmel had made it look that way before leaving, as part of her elaborate story—either way, Bear took some valuable items and broke the lock on the back door to make it look more like a forced entry burglary in an empty property.

  Our new clothes arrived yesterday morning but they’re still in the bags, untouched. Instead, we’re lying on the bed together, wearing nothing but bathrobes and eating fresh, warm, buttered croissants with marmite! This girl’s got me hooked on them! It seems anything that makes her happy, makes me happy too.

  “So, have you thought anymore about letting me take you away?”

  “Mmm-huh.” She sucks the butter from her fingers and puts the empty plate on the side. Turning to face me, her glistening lips make my impossible dick twinge for the umpteenth time. “After speaking to Mom and Dad yesterday and Wills today… I think it’d be perfect.”

  “Yes… Indeed you are.”

  I kiss her lips and suck away the taste of butter.

  “Are you going to tell me where?”

  “Nope.”

  She smiles at me, having already known the answer.

  “Are you going to tell me when?”

  “Whenever you’re ready.”

  “Now?”

  “Really…? If you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure. Regardless to how much I want to be alone with you, far away from here, we need this too. So, yeah, I’m good to go, G!”

  I’m elated at the prospect. I spin her over on her back and tickle her in her most ticklish spots. The sound of her giggling is like music to my ears. She tries to wriggle free and I end up pinning her down, straddling her but the whole time, I’m reading her body and her face, making sure I’m not overstepping the mark.

  “Don’t, Jax.” She says softly with a slight frown.

  “What?”

  “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not fragile—at least not with you… Never with you.” That joyful face from a moment ago has morphed effortlessly into that of a woman who needs to be satisfied. “When I said I was good to go, I wasn’t just talking about the holiday.”

  Her horny, hazelnut eyes tell me irrefutably that she no longer wants to be tickled and made to laugh, she wants to be fucked and made to scream.

  After the trauma she’s been through, surely I can manage to keep my dick to myself a little while longer?! Now she’s agreed to come away with me, we’ll be in another country soon… I should wait until then. I just feel like there’s something playing on her mind and she’s not talking to me about it. I don’t want her to ever feel the need to hold back from me.

  I lean down to her ear and whisper.

  “I haven’t had my cock inside you for a week now. The thought of how tight your pussy would feel gets me hard in a heartbeat… But it’s too soon, Angel.” I climb off her and sit with my back against the headboard, satisfied that I’ve done the right thing; we should wait. “Let’s wait a little while longer.”

  But, I can’t help hoping she’s going to disagree with me.

  “Yeah. You’re right.”

  Or maybe not.

  She turns to face me on her knees, loosening her belt. The sides of her bathrobe fall open, presenting me with enough of a naked glimpse to remind me of exactly what I’ve just turned down. But that little move wasn’t for my benefit, she just wanted to wrap the sides around to cover herself up completely. She yanks the belt tight, extenuating how her hips pop out.

  “B—”

  “No, honestly, it’s okay.” She kisses me quickly—a little too quickly—on the lips and then gets off the bed. “I’m just going to grab a drink. Do you want anything?”

  “No. Thank you.”

  Seeming to have shrugged off the moment, Beth returns with a glass of iced water, which she puts beside the bed. I tap the pillow next to me, inviting her to sit with me. I was going to let her pick another chick flick and order up some popcorn.

  “Wow. It’s so much warmer in here. Are you hot?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “You said there was underwear in that delivery didn’t you?”

  “Yeah but come and sit down.”

  “It’s okay, I’ll get it—”

  “I wish you’d come and rest. I’ll fetch it for you.”

  “Oh, still making wishes on these little freckles of mine are you? I’m sure they’ve all been used up by now!”

  “I know you know that after that one, I have six left now… You’re a woman of many talents—managing lists, being one of them.”

  Earning me a devilish smile, she climbs on the bed as I jump off it and head out to check through the bags by the door for the first time. Finding a lingerie bag, I head back into the bedroom. Beth is fanning herself with both hands, by the window. We meet in the middle of the room, where she casually opens her robe, slips it off and hands it to me with one hand, whilst taking the
bag with the other.

  “Thank you so much, Jax. You’re always so thoughtful to me.” I gawp at her naked curves like a horny adolescent, but she seemingly hasn’t noticed, too busy looking through the bag. “I do know how lucky I am, in all respects, honestly.”

  “I’m the lucky one around here—trust me.”

  Shaking my head, I force myself to walk away, retreating to the bathroom. I hang her robe on the hook inside the door and blow out a deep breath before returning to the bedroom in perfect—or poor—timing to see Beth, with her back to me, bent over slipping her second foot into a thong.

  A fucking thong! Why wasn’t I more specific? I should have said ‘nothing sexy’.

  Who am I kidding? She’d be sexy if she emptied out its contents and wore that bag.

  No matter the choice of underwear, I know what’s waiting for me under there… From the second I tasted what was underneath, it’d be considered a losing battle. But a thong? A simple black, no frills or lace, strip of material, which seems to be begging for me to go and snap it between her cheeks… This is what my ill-mannered dick and I, have got to contend with.

  I snatch up one of the newspapers from the table beside the window and decide to take a seat here instead of lying back on the bed. I’ve got more chance of keeping myself in check over here rather than on the bed, where my dick always seems to call the shots.

  Flicking open the paper, onto the business pages, my greedy periphery vision notes her putting on a bra then she saunters up to the table.

  “Mmm. That’s better. You sure you’re not too hot?”

  “No, I’m fine, thank you.”

  That’s not entirely true. I’m considerably hotter than I was five minutes ago! Beth leans over the table, shuffling through the newspapers and I peer around the side of the paper with my eye line perfectly positioned to admire her curves.

  I lick my lips, imagining my mouth tasting every curve, starting from her tip toes and working my way up, dipping my tongue into those dimples either side of my favourite archway, where her peachy ass meets the small of her back.

  She finally slips out a TV magazine from one of the newspapers and strolls over to the bed, hypnotizing me with the sway of her hips and the bounce of that juicy fucking ass.

  I watch, entranced, as she lifts her leg to climb up onto the bed on all fours. I quickly loosen my robe to accommodate the blood rushing down south.

  Clearing my throat, I switch my attention back to the paper.

  First she sits cross-legged by the pillows, with her magazine lying on the bed in front of her. One swift glance is all it takes to capture that vision and let it dance in front of every article I attempt to focus on, taunting me; her legs spread open wide, the soles of her feet pressed together, her back straight, her upper arms squashing her tits together when she turned the page.

  Argh! This is fucking insane!

  Everything I read from that point on has a pathetic sexual innuendo. Who makes innuendos out of the business pages for Christ’s sake? Talks of ‘pulling out’ of deals at the last minute, ‘re-evaluating assets’, ‘large front-end loads’, ‘internal investigations’. I can literally find lame excuses to think about sex in every single formal article.

  Giving up, I close the paper, place it on the table and get out my new phone. Risking a look over at the bed, Beth is now lying on her stomach, facing towards me, with her knees bent, swinging her feet from side to side. She licks her finger to flick over the page but as far as my dick’s concerned, it’s not the tip of her finger she’s licking. I feel like her tits are being presented to me. They’re like trophies, sitting on a stage, waiting to be claimed, taken care of and appreciated. I swear, I’ll deserve a fucking trophy if I can get through much more of this.

  My phone beeps, diverting my attention back down to my hands, resting on the table. I considered tucking myself under the table, but there’s no need. Beth’s too wrapped up in that TV magazine to notice my blatant erection.

  She mumbles something about a war documentary that’s on in a while. War? Surely that’d be an ideal cockblocker.

  “Sounds good.”

  I ping a few more emails back and forth, making arrangements and setting things in motion to ensure I can make this getaway as special as possible.

  I hear a thud followed by Beth cursing. She’s accidentally kicked the glass of water off the bedside table on the far side.

  “Shit. Sorry.” She swivels her body on the mattress, now with her back to me on all fours. Peering over the side of the bed. Really? “Oh it’s okay, it didn’t break.” She shouts over her shoulder. “The thick carpet cushioned it.”

  At which point she lowers her top half down onto her forearm and leans down to pick up the glass with her free hand. With her ass poking out at me, spread open like a target, all I can focus on is her pussy, covered by a slim strip of material.

  Fuck. This.

  Two seconds later, my robe is on the floor and I’m jumping on the bed like a man possessed.

  “Don’t fucking move.” Gripping hips, I yank her backwards against my straining cock and she squeals my name, giggling. “Are you sure you want this?”

  “Yes please.”

  I lean over her back, growling into her ear.

  “I’ll take it slow, if you want me to.”

  “No. Don’t you realise how wet I am for you, G?”

  I tug the flimsy thong down to her knees and sink two fingers into her with delicious ease.

  “Fuck. I do now.” Working my slick fingers, allowing our bodies to reconnect at last, she moans into the mattress pushing her backside into me even more, just the way I like it. “Jesus fucking Christ, B. This’ll have to be fast.”

  “You shouldn’t have taken so long…”

  Clamping my teeth into the flesh of her shoulder blade, I drag it out, realising this was her doing all along.

  “Have you been playing me, Angel?”

  “Mmm. Maybe.”

  Her sexy moans have me grinning from ear to ear. Bringing my hand down hard on her right cheek, her body jolts and her pussy clenches around my fingers.

  “Well, I’d better make it worth your efforts then!”

  I rub her cheek, leaning back to admire the redness. Deftly flicking the clasp of her bra, it falls down to her wrists. I reach both hands around her sides, letting her nipples lightly graze back and forth in my palms. God I’ve missed this; having the freedom to explore each other’s bodies.

  Taking the head of my cock, I slide it around the outside of her pussy, relishing the feel of how wet she is for me. She curses aloud, pushing her chest into my hand and I take that cue to glide halfway down. Fuck knows how I manage to restrain myself.

  Staying inside of her, I rock our hips from side to side in unison, taking a few sweet seconds to simply enjoy the sensation of being back where we belong. Consuming each other, inside and out.

  “More, Jax. I want it all.”

  Well, I did promise myself to give her whatever she wants—and I’m nothing if not a man of my word.

  Slamming forward, I bury myself until my balls touch her skin and I’m rewarded with the sound of her crying out. She’s louder than I’ve ever heard her but there’s absolutely no doubt in my mind that she needs this—we both do.

  Slowly rolling my hips back, I bite down on my silver chain as I watch my glistening cock reappear. Moving down from her chest to her clit, I take a firm hold of her hip with my other hand. Beginning to move in and out of her, slowly at first, I quickly build up an unrelenting momentum.

  Beth told me she’s not fragile, not with me. That’s what this is all about. She wants me to prove to her that nothing’s changed. That I will still treat her the same, fuck her the same, love her the same as I always have.

  I get that now.

  Her knees stay firm and she continues to push back on me with every other thrust. I gently rub her clit in contrast to the pounding I’m giving her pussy and she begins to whimper in that way she does as her c
limax creeps up on her.

  Beth reaches beneath herself and tries to move my hand away from her pussy, which isn’t going to happen. I’ve literally got her in the palm of my hand and there’s no way I’m letting her go. Not now. Not ever.

  “You wanted it all, Beth. Can you take it?” She whimpers and pants but doesn’t answer me. “Can you fucking take it, B?!” I growl out through gritted teeth.

  “Yes. Mmm. Fuck, yesss.”

  My balls tighten, effectively nudging me to say that’s all the extra time I’m getting. Then, in perfect harmony, Beth’s intense climax crashes around every inch of my cock, triggering my mind-blowing orgasm to erupt. As I pour myself into her, I hold her still, rotating my hips, grinding into her, squeezing out every last drop from both of us.