Fallen Angel (The List #3) (11 page)

“Hey you, why are you crying?”

Wills is leaning on my bonnet with tears
streaming down her face. I leave Sonia and Will by the door and go to give her
a cuddle, which ends up nearly having me in tears again.

“I don’t know, I don’t know. Everything’s just
moving fast. It’s all good though, so these must be happy tears. God, I’m going
to miss you. I’ve loved having you here.”

“I loved it too and we’re closer than ever.
Nothing will change that. Your mom’s here now and apparently your dad’s gonna
be around for a while too…” I lean forward and whisper. “For the record Wills,
your mom and dad—two words; Sexual. Chemistry.”

Wills simply widens her eyes and nods in
agreement.

“I know, yeah. I knew you’d pick up on it too.
All those little looks and touching, accidentally on purpose. What’s that all
about? I told you they might have unfinished business but
damn
that was borderline
Cringe City in there.”

On cue, her mom and dad make their way over to
us. Sonia gives me a kiss and hug, whilst Wills squeezes me from behind and
tells me she loves me. I’m caught in a spiritual peace and love sandwich.

Sonia comically drags Wills off me and they
walk back down the driveway towards the road. Will gives me a half hug-half
kiss on the cheek, saying discreetly, “Don’t forget Beth, any time.”

They wave me off and I shout ‘I love you’ out
of the window. Now I can focus on getting to Jax’s. I’m too excited see him.

6:04pm

Jax

“Oh wow.
Mmm.
God Jax, this—this is
so
good. What are you doing to me?”

“I don’t know Angel, but if you keep talking
like that, that mouth of yours is gonna get you fucked earlier than anticipated
this evening.”

Beth sucks at her bottom lip unconsciously. With
her fork poised halfway up to her mouth, she crosses her fingers and silently
holds them up to me.

How am I supposed to eat when she’s having foodgasms
like that beside me?

“Excluding you, this is the best thing I’ve
ever had in my mouth.”

“I’ve warned you Beth, you won’t get to finish eating,
trust me.” She flashes me a mischievous smile. “I should cook this dish more
often. It’s my late grandma’s recipe, which is the equivalent to our family
heirloom, it’s that precious! Curried goat, rice and peas with fried dumplings
and homemade coleslaw. My all-time favourite.”

I’ve set us up to eat in the kitchen overlooking
the fields and the pool. Not quite a candlelit ambience but I did pick some
flowers from the garden for a vase on the table.

“This is homemade too?”

Beth scoops up some coleslaw with a piece of
dumpling.

“Uh-huh. I
kid
you not… Pun absolutely
intended.”

“Huh? Oh, kid-goat, I get it.”

Beth rolls her eyes and continues to tuck into
her plate enthusiastically. I love watching her eat.

“I don’t know which I’m enjoying more; the food
or the distraction of seeing you enjoy it. I didn’t realise how satisfying it
is watching you eat.”

She keeps closing her eyes and rubbing her lips
together. Not to mention the sounds she keeps making.

“Well, I love eating your food and I love
watching you cook. I wish I’d been here to admire the view in here today.”

“Me too. But you’re here now and I’ve got you
all to myself for days and days.”

“Yes, you have. So I’ve got plenty of time to
drool over the way you handle yourself in the kitchen.”

“Oh,
that
can definitely be arranged.”

“Mmm,
that
too.” Beth leans over and kisses
me swiftly. “But seriously though, all those chopping and stirring and kneading
skills—that’s handporn at its finest. You with your inked up, veiny forearms
and—”

“Wow. I didn’t realise I could get you so wet
without laying a finger on you.” Beth pouts out her lips. “Okay, yes, yes I
did. You know that works both ways though. Although, as I’m sure you can
imagine, I’m not so keen on the whole ‘Beth wielding a knife’ routine. Just
normal things like dancing, stripping, masturbating… breathing… Yeah, I’d say
anything along those lines will get me hard, Angel.”

It’s the first time since we started eating
that she’s paused for so long.

“Jax, don’t tempt me into letting this tasty
food go cold. I’m not wasting it. So, no talking of fucking, whilst I’m tasting
your cooking. Yeah, I’m a poet and I know it... Let’s just change the subject. Did
your grandma teach you how to cook this? Or, your mom maybe?”

“Definitely not my mother. My grandma was a
genius in the kitchen and a great teacher. Nobody quite managed to master her
flavours except me. She always said I’d got her father’s flare for cooking. I
haven’t cooked it in a few years but it’s soul food, so it always comes
flooding back.”

I’ve loved every minute of cooking today and I
wasn’t even anxious to see if Beth would like it. I already knew she’d love it.
We have similar tastes in food and she always prefers spicy food so I made sure
to use a large scotch bonnet pepper to give the gravy an extra lick of heat.

We eat in comfortable silence for a while,
watching the ducks swooping in to land on the pool, whilst others take off on a
journey to God, knows where. After what happened yesterday, it feels good to just
sit back and appreciate sharing my home and myself with somebody else, with
Beth. It helps reinforce my recent decisions.

“Mmm… This is so delicious. You’re a talented
cook, Jax. Thanks for doing this.”

“I wanted to cook something special for you and
this is the ultimate dish for me. I’m pleased it’s hitting the spot.”

“Oh it is. You’ve gone to so much trouble, I
really appreciate it.” Beth takes a sip from her glass. “Can I ask you
something?”

“You can always ask, B?”

“Will you tell me some more about your family,
please? I mean, you don’t have to but I just wanted to ask.”

I understand her hesitancy but this won’t actually
be as difficult as it would have been before because I’ve been thinking about
them on and off throughout the day. I sigh deeply, then take a full breath in and
go for it.

“My father was born in Jamaica—he came to the
UK with his parents when he was four. My grandma was a midwife and my
grandfather was a successful businessman. They were both incredible people who
achieved so much after living through such hardship. They laughed in the face
of adversity, always making the most of their lives. My grandfather started out
dealing in acquisitions of small businesses and expanded from there. My father
naturally became part of the family business, although it was more of an empire
by the time he’d sunk his teeth into it. He is a fearless businessman and took
the company from strength to strength. We start up or invest in small businesses
then groom them into achieving their full potential, take the profit, sell up and
move on. Obviously, we keep hold of the gems.”

“
We
?”

“Mmm. You don’t miss a trick, do you? Yes ‘
we’
,
I’m still part of the business—in the background. I still have my say but
contact is minimal and non-verbal.”

“And your mother?”

“My mother? Well, she’s strong and beautiful. My
parents married when they were teenagers, against her family’s wishes. Let’s
just say, they didn’t feel they were best suited—”

“As in, they were racist bastards? Oh shit, sorry,
that just slipped out, I didn’t mean to—”

“—or we could say that, yeah. Don’t apologise
B, you’re right. Anyway, they disowned her, so needless to say I don’t know much
about that side of my blood relatives. My mom had my brother in her early
twenties and then me five years later.”

“Wow, so you have a brother. What’s his name?”

“Na-ah, that’s enough about the life of Jaxson
for one night.” Beth’s finished with her plate, placing the knife within the
fork. “Don’t you like the punch?”

She’s only been sipping her water.

“No, sorry. Doesn’t look like I’m a Guinness
girl, I’m afraid. I feel like it’d give me hairs on my chest if I drank it.”

My well-trained eyes are instinctively drawn to
her inviting cleavage. She’s wearing tightass jeans, which hug her peach and
thighs, and a colourful V neck vest top, with a butterfly motif. I slide her
glass of punch away from her.

“Yeah, let’s not risk it. I want your smooth
skin just the way it is.”

Standing up, I lean over to kiss her soft lips
slowly, pulling away to collect our plates. I push the bones into the waste bin
and deposit the plates into the dishwasher, feeling pleased that—just like
Beth—it went down really well.

“I got Jack to pick up your favourite ice-cream
but from the look on your face, you’re as stuffed I am.”

I come to stand behind her, massaging her
shoulders, causing her to immediately lull her head back and groan
appreciatively.

“I’d prefer to have you for dessert.”

Rolling her shoulders back further, she knows
full well my vantage point lends my eyes straight down her top. I push my
fingers over her collarbone and trace the edge of the V neck. Gliding over her
chest and down her stomach, Beth parts her legs enough for me to slide my
fingers between her legs. I take hold of the tops of her thighs through the
denim, with my thumbs framing her pussy.

She lets out a shaky breath as I squeeze.
Nudging her head to the side, I whisper, “Nothing can fill you more than I
can.” I kiss her gently behind her ear, in that soft place that drives her
wild.

Last week, when she was in a bad mood over
losing a spreadsheet she’d spent all day producing, I kissed her right here—a
spot I’d noticed from the first time I ever spoke to her—and she literally
melted in my arms. I proceeded to lean over her from behind the sofa and tap
away at her laptop. Five minutes later, her precious spreadsheet was back and
I’d scored major man-points.

Kissing down her neck, she reaches up, dragging
her nails down the back of my neck.

“You fancy an early night then Angel?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” In a second, she’s
stood up and has spun around to face me. “And whilst you have somewhat of a
handicap.” She lifts my tee and plants a kiss over the top of my stitches. “I’ll
race you to the bedroom.”

Then without another word, she sprints barefoot
out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

Well, I wasn’t expecting that… Any other time,
I would’ve caught her before she’d even reached the doorway but I’ll have to
concede and she knows it!

“Eat my dust Carter!”

I hear her shout, giggling, as she legs it up
the stairs. She really has brought a breath of fresh air into my life.

I double check the patio doors are locked and
grab a couple of bottles of chilled water. I walk through and double check the
doors and windows then set the alarm and follow in her footsteps. She asked me
not to shave for a few days, apparently she likes the rough-and-ready look.
Let’s see if her thighs agree…

Beth

I knew exactly where I was heading. I stripped
my vest off as I ran up the stairs and my jeans landed shortly afterwards, in a
heap in the hallway. I was clad in just my underwear by the time I reached his
bedroom. He wasn’t exactly going to be in hot pursuit so I took a minute to
catch my breath as I went to the bathroom and started up his shower.