Fallen Angel (The List #3) (35 page)

“How’s your lip?” Willow examines the corner of
my mouth. “Ah, it’s nothing. Barely a scratch. It’s safe to say that crazy fool
came off worse. She was very apologetic afterwards you know, as she was being
escorted off the beach.”

“I know. I almost felt guilty—almost.”

“For the record, I wish you’d let me past you,
then she would’ve slapped me and not you. It was horrible seeing somebody hurt
you—that is until you unleashed the beast from within and kicked her alcoholic ass!
Bethany Taylor, you completely rock. I love you.”

“I love you too. Even if you are a
troublemaker.”

Wills strips off her bikini and swats me with
the top as she walks into the bathroom.

“That’s not fair. You know I’m a lover not a fighter—but
sometimes you’ve just gotta head-butt somebody to keep them in their place.”

“Oh my God. Even the words sounds vile; head-butt.
What was I thinking?”

“You weren’t, that’s the point. Anyway B, why
don’t you carry on ahead, save waiting around for me? I’m going to give Peter a
call when I’m out the shower so I don’t know how long I’ll be—”

“Loud and clear, Wills. Loud. And. Clear.”

I grab my rucksack and throw in our sweat towels
and a couple of bottles of water in readiness for our stint on the treadmill in
about an hour.

Whilst walking out of the foyer, I receive a
text from Jax and find myself holding my breath when I open it. I’m still
worried that I’ve made us look bad to the 24/7 big wig bosses.

U still in ur room?

No kiss.

No, Will is. I’m just leaving. Y? x

Halfway down towards the beach, there’s
a coffee shop on the corner. Meet me there in 5.

There’s no kisses at the end of his texts. I
walk as quickly as my sandals will allow and reach the coffee shop in under
five minutes. I perch on the wall outside and keep an eye out for him.

Turn around & walk down the alleyway
at the side of the shop now.

O-okay, so he can’t even be seen in public with
me? I start walking. I’ve been desperate to get my filthy hands on him all day
but now I’m not so sure. I reach the end of the alleyway, where I can only turn
left, which is the back of the shop. As soon as my body starts to turn the
corner, I’m snatched up off my feet and his lips are on me.

My body reacts but before I get chance to wrap
my legs around his waist, he turns and presses me firmly against the wall. My rucksack
cushions the impact.

His big hands are all over my body. His urgency
is unreal. He has needed me today just like I have him. Being in such close
proximities to each other and not touching isn’t something that comes easy to
us. We may not have actually spoken much but our bodies have been secretly talking
dirty to each other all day.

I cling to his vest with fistfuls of necessity.

“I had to touch you, Angel.”

He sucks and bites his way down my neck,
feeling my breasts with his strong hands, scratching his thumbs over my nipples
until my pussy’s physically aching for him. I rub my leg between his and feel
how hard he is for me.

“What you just did—on the beach—that was the
last fucking straw.”

He brings his breathless mouth back up to mine
and sucks slowly on my bottom lip. I moan as he drags it out with his teeth and
lets go.

“I’m sorry, if I embarrassed you or the
bosses.”

“Fuck them. Do you think I give a shit about what
people think?” He glides his hand inside the cut out section, which grants him
very easy access. I instinctively put my foot down and part my thighs to invite
him in. “If I wasn’t co-ordinating things I would’ve been on you in a heartbeat.”

He brushes his whole hand between my legs and
holds me there.

“Restraining myself from you doesn’t sit well
with me, B. When you’re there with your beautiful body in that bikini—don’t you
think every fucker on that beach imagined what you’d look like on the end of
his dick?” He brings a finger up to circle my clit as I sink my teeth into his
jaw. “That thought alone kills me. So when I turn around to see you head-butt
that girl—” Jax brings his forehead down to press against on mine. “Your
passion, what you feel for me, it’s makes me so fucking hard, I couldn’t handle
it.”

“I thought you were quiet because you were mad
at—”

I swallow my words back down my throat with a
gasp as I swallow two of his long, thick fingers.

“Mad?”

He pushes deeper and thrusts his tongue into my
mouth. Gripping his other hand around my neck, he squeezes as his mouth takes ownership
of mine. I’m melting in his arms, consumed by him.

“B, do you realise how sexy it is to know you’ve
been feeling the same today. You wanted to protect what’s yours and that’s
fucking sexy as hell.” He possesses my body and, as my eyes fall into his soul,
he possesses every piece of me—inside and out. I love being enveloped inside
his protective force field. It does incredible things to me. “You’re so
delicate and caring. You’re so pure, yet there’s this contradictory feisty
side—you’ve got a blazing fire inside of you and I feed off it.”

“But, you’re working, I thought—I thought you
wouldn’t want me making you look—”

“B,” he interrupts me again, “I
wish
you
didn’t think so much.” I smile at his wish and lick my lips, rolling my hips
into his hand. “I’m gonna fuck you now until you can’t think straight—or walk
straight. You’re just going to take it and know that I would
never
deny
you. Angel, if you want to fucking kiss me, you kiss me. No matter what.”

On those beautiful words of his, he pulls my
sarong up, tugs my suit to the side and deftly rams his hard cock inside of me.
He delivers on his words by fucking me beautifully thoughtless.

No thinking, just pure unadulterated feelings.

Turns out that Jax left our station on the
beach in between events and ended up being back late. Craig stepped up to cover
him. Not that Jax cares, he made that very clear. He needed to reconnect with
me and drive home a message—quite literally—and that was more important.

Rocking a distinctly dishevelled look, I meet
Wills at the treadmill challenge.

“
What?
Don’t look at me like that.”

I’m not fooling anybody, least of all Wills.

“P-lease. You left before me, arrive after me,
you look flushed and Jax was AWOL. If you haven’t just been fucked, I’m a
goddam virgin.”

I flash her a wicked grin and shrug.

“You told me to get it whenever I can. Just
following your advice, Wills.”

“Argh. You’re so annoying. Peter was in a
meeting so he could only talk for a few minutes.”

“Sorry, Wills. Looks like the only pounding
you’ll be getting is on this treadmill.”

“Yeah thanks for that. I’m planning on crawling
into bed again tonight. The bodyshots are on me—literally, on me. Maybe I need
to go for a massage and steal a couple of secret orgasms. That’s not cheating
right?”

“Not cheating but maybe wrong on some level
because you don’t exactly have their consent? Plus, when it’s all said and
done, you’re still letting somebody else make you come—even if they don’t
realise they’re doing it!”

I love winding her up.

“Fine. Whatever. You’re up first so I’m going to
do some crotch watch patrolling on the promenade. I need some sort of light
relief—unless you’re going to call the Come Police and ban me from that too?”

I hold my hands up in surrender with a wide
grin on my face. I think I’m still riding the pleasure of my recent tryst.

“B, I can’t be around you when you’re all
post-orgasmed up and I’m about as close to getting laid as you are to getting
back with Mike—it’s never gonna happen. See ya!”

On that note, horny Wills sulks off.

She returned half an hour later to keep me
company for the last half of my run. I loved every minute of it. The treadmills
were set up overlooking the beach about fifty metres away.

After nailing my run, I sat and read a book on
my phone whilst Wills did her stint. I’m yet to find a new book boyfriend,
which is unusual for me. I’ve always got my hot favourite but recently, that
little sparkle has dwindled. Maybe that’s a sign that I used reading as my
escape from reality far too much before. Jumping head first into a beautiful
romantic series of books with a hot alpha-male was my favourite cure to
loneliness. It’s strange how I’ve weaned myself off that dependence without
realising, or rather Jax has.

Whilst messing with my phone, I go into my list
and check off the bittersweet tantric sex and getting a piercing.

Fuck It List

1. Blowjob

2. Handjob

3. Cunnilingus

4. Sex in a workplace

5. Sex in a car

6. Sex in the shower

7. Multiple orgasm

8. Get a tattoo

9. Get a piercing

10. Sex on the beach

11. Phone sex

12. Cybersex / Sexting

13. Tantric sex

14. Get stoned

15. Use food / ice
sexually

16. 69

17. Kiss a girl

18. Tie somebody up

19. Be tied up

20. Watch a porno alone

21. Watch a porno with
a partner

22. Do a lap dance

23. Do a strip tease

24. Sexual role-play

25. Make a sex tape

26. Sex outdoors

27. Go to strip show /
live sex show

28. Be spanked

29. Hit somebody

30. Kinky sex

I can’t quite believe I only have four items
left to complete. Starting with thirty seemed like such a long time ago. If I
hadn’t have met Jax, I can’t imagine what I would have accomplished by now.
Maybe two or three.

On some level, I’d like to think that this list
was made for me and Jax. That fate always intended for our twisted paths to
cross, for this list to bring us closer, for Jax to offer sexclusivity and for
us to get together.

I know now that he offered sexclusivity because
he couldn’t bear the thought of me being with another man. He felt that
possessiveness towards me even way back then.

9:34pm

Jax

W
ell after day one we’re currently sitting
comfortably in second position but the London teams are keeping us on our toes.
Cardiff and Manchester are battling between each other for fourth and fifth
place but I can’t see them contending for any of the top three spots.

We’ve got some great swimmers lined up to
compete in the swimming challenges tomorrow. After killing it on the treadmill
today, Beth has put her name down for another slot on the treadmill tomorrow as
well as the swimming.

After last night’s twist, I made some calls
this morning to source a special gift for Beth. Since telling her about my
wealth, I’ve considered buying her so many gifts but have stopped myself.
Telling myself that if we get past the shitstorm that’s brewing, I’ll be showering
her with gifts to my heart’s content. But maybe her Fuck It attitude swayed me
when I opened my eyes this morning and wished that she had something to remember
me by.

I never splash my money around—ever. It’s
something I’ve intentionally done since moving into my house. I used to live
the lifestyle of a wealthy man, where spending money was as easy as breathing.
I wouldn’t question price tags, I didn’t have to. If I wanted something, it’d
be mine.

Since leaving that lifestyle behind, I’ve
locked away my wealth and only used it for charitable or business purposes. I
own my property and land outright so the money I earn from 24/7 just has to
cover my basics. I don’t crave luxuries the way I used to. I think it’s made me
more humble and appreciative of the simple things.

I never benefitted from the funds obtained by
other
means. They were always allocated straight back into the foundations that help
the victim’s long term. As well as contacts in places like the police force and
social services, I have acquaintances within these foundations that supply me
with tip offs and anonymously put victims in touch with the Unit.

Once my work was done, I’d pump more money into
the cause to ensure there’d be ongoing support for any rehabilitation or
covering costs for things like victim support or uprooting families and moving
them to a safer life under new identities.

I made the decision to leave the Unit and put
that work in my past. That decision still stirs up mixed emotions but I
completely stand by it. I won’t feel the buzz of hurting the monsters that carry
out these crimes and think they’re untouchable. Even the ones that were prison
bound, sometimes prison was too good for them when compared to the atrocities
they’d committed.

Whatever happens with Beth, I know that I won’t
go back to that way of life again. I will continue supporting the charities but
my work will be legit and legal from now on. For the first time in a long time,
I’m thinking about a future, that’s the priceless gift she’s unwittingly given
me.

Deep down inside I know that by living my life
in that way and letting it consume me, I’d effectively frozen my mental state in
that horrific place it was in, nearly two and a half years ago.

I chose that road and felt comfortable with it
because it somehow made me think I was balancing the scales back out. The
overwhelming guilt left me at rock bottom on those scales, whilst each time I
righted a wrong—or at least got as close as possible—a tiny weight was mentally
placed on the other side, in a vain attempt to tip the scales.

In all honestly, I’m nowhere near to balancing it
out and diminishing the guilt. Realistically, that will never happen. Ultimately
there’s only one way to get close to righting
my
wrong and that mission
will stay with me until either he’s dead or I am.

I curse under my breath when I see her.

“Hey, beautiful. You look—stunning.”

Beth’s looking sultry and sun-kissed in that
summer dress. It’s white and dotted with a few yellow flowers. The top half is
fitted and then it floats down but stops short enough to show off her bronzed
thighs.

“Why hello there, handsome. What’s a guy like
you doing in a place like this?”

“Well, I was planning on meeting a sweet little
angel for a night of scintillating conversation—but I think I may need to
revisit my plans.”

“Is that right?” She leans down to give me a
kiss on the cheek, which I steal for my lips. She tastes of strawberry and it
reminds me of our night at Tricks, with her sucking
that
lollipop.
“Well, how about you revisit, whilst I get us a drink—”

“Not so fast, beautiful.” I stand up and
whisper—or rather, I practically growl—in her ear. “You park that perfect pussy
on this chair and I’ll get the drinks.”

“Aww Jax, you say the sweetest things.”

She may mock, but we both know she loves my
dirty mouth. Beth takes my seat at the table.

“Where’s Wills?”

“She’s just on the phone outside, she’ll be in
in a minute.”

“Okay, do you two want a bottle of wine?”

“Hmm… No thanks, I fancy something
stronger
tonight.” She runs her hand over my abs and grips the top of my jeans. Her eyes
fixated devilishly on my cock and she’s sucking in that pouty bottom lip of
hers. “Surprise me.”

I rest my hands on either arm of the chair and
lean into her face, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I can see you’re going to be trouble tonight,
Angel?”

“Who
me
?” She flutters her eyelashes and
brings her finger up to her mouth, biting the tip of it. “Would you prefer it
if I was a good girl, Sir?”

The word ‘Sir’ resonated exactly where she
intends.

“You’re right… Keep it up.”

“Oh I aim to!”

On that note I join the rest of the lads at the
bar to fetch the drinks and spot Wills walking over to our table. The choice of
bars in this place are few and far between so we’ve decided to stick to one spot
tonight. Mainly because it’s within stumbling distance for those that get too
leathered to walk or sprinting distance for those that want to take somebody
back to their room and get fucked.

Hopefully I’m going to fall somewhere between
both of those options.

The rest of the girls have arrived and
congregated at the tables next to ours. The lads and I re-join the group with
trays full of drinks. I’ve bought some bottles of different spirits and jugs
full of iced coke and tonic, so everybody can mix their own drinks as they
please.

I grab Beth and bring her outside.

“I’ve got something for you.”

“What do you mean? Why?”

“I wanted to give you something. That’s okay
isn’t it?”

“Erm… I guess so. I just wasn’t expecting a
gift. You shouldn’t have.”

I had three designs couriered over for me to
choose from late this afternoon. I take the velvet, rectangular-shaped box from
my back pocket and hold it out to her.

“Take it.”

She cautiously takes it from me with shaky
hands then kisses my cheek and wraps her arms around my waist, burying her head
in my chest.

“Thank you Jaxson. You’re so thoughtful.”

“Hey, you haven’t even opened it yet. You might
not like it.”

“I already know I’ll love it.”

She squeezes a little tighter and then let’s go
of me to open the box, revealing the diamond encrusted charm bracelet. It’s a
similar design to the twisted rope necklace of mine, which I know she loves. I’ve
memorised every inch of her body so I know it’ll fit. I can’t see her face as she
looks down into the box.

“What do you think?”

“It’s—it’s absolutely stunning. Jax—nobody has
ever bought anything like this for me before. It’s too much. I mean, I love it
but I feel like I shouldn’t accept it.”

“Here, try it on, see how it feels.”

I remove the bracelet, snap the box shut and
stuff it back into my pocket. I asked for a double clasp because I knew she’d
be paranoid about losing it. There’s no way this thing is going to fall off on
its own accord.

“It’s, wow. It’s just wow.”

Now she takes a moment to really study it up
close and sees the charm that I’ve had added to it already. It’s a book,
hanging from the bracelet and the front is covered delicately with tiny diamond
fragments. There’s even a little hook where the book actually opens to reveal a
small space inside.

For her, the charm will relate to her bookshop
but for me it reminds me of our first ever conversation. Of when she talked
about judging a book by its cover—she had me by the balls even back then.
Calling my bluff like the badass that she is.

Beth opens the book and sees the tiny
photograph of us that I’ve placed inside. It was taken on a beautiful sunny
afternoon down by the pool. Those smiles speak more words than that little book
could ever dream of.

The tears in her eyes reassure me that she
loves it. Part of me clings onto those tears as signs of hope. Hope that
everything will be okay, somehow. Hope that I will get the opportunity to fill
this charm bracelet with our memories.

11:58pm

A few hours into the night and we’re now
playing drinking games whilst the non-drinkers stick to playing snooker and
dart’s. I’ve had a game of snooker and darts but much prefer it right here,
with this fine ass perched on my lap.

The atmosphere tonight is one of good vibes
only. That’s one thing I take pride in at the gym—encouraging positivity and
cutting out the bullshit. Not that some of the men here aren’t egotistical
maniacs—they are—but they’re all decent guys that don’t bring any negativity along
with them.

Beth’s enjoying herself. She’s so happy
tonight, it’s written all over her freckled face. She’s sitting on my lap,
unintentionally—intentionally—wriggling, taunting my dick with what’s only
inches away.

We’re playing ‘Never have I ever’ whilst Beth
intermittently stops to whisper filth into my ear. I suppose I started it by
telling her what I was visualising.

Having her with me in public is sweet torture.
This game has been entertaining to say the least. Wills thinks it’s hilarious
that Beth’s having to drink so much. I guess if she played this before meeting
me, she’d still be stone cold sober.

I love watching her smile and laugh, not least
because when she laughs it sends vibrations that inject obscene ideas into my
trail of thoughts.

I watch her with a heavy heart though. This
girl loves me and we’re happy. But, because of me, all of that could be about
to change. For the time being though, I just want to cherish every second that
I have her as mine.

“You enjoying yourself, G?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve gone quiet.”

“Just admiring the view. Come on, you’re up.”

The group all look over to Beth, and Andy
starts strumming a drumroll with his fingers on the table.

“Oh. It’s me. Okay. Right, okay… Never have I
ever—had a threesome.”

Beth announces her statement and there’s only her
and Shona that don’t drink.

Beth takes the shot glass from my hand and
drops her bottom lip to me into a pout. The game carries on without us. Beth
leans in to my ear.

“I hate the thought of you with somebody else.
For the record, I will never have a threesome with you.”