Fallen Angel (The List #3) (20 page)

Saturday 25
^th
April 2015

11:02am

Beth

‘
B
eth’ 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 luck 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.