Fallen Angel (The List #3) (6 page)

My breathing’s staggered now.

“I want you to come for me B.”

“Mmm-huh.” I pant.

He leans over with his left hand and partially
unzips my hoody, discovering just my black balconette bra underneath. Now I’m
grateful to have been too preoccupied at the thought of seeing Jax, to pull on
a tee earlier. I blatantly roll back my shoulders, pushing out by chest unashamedly
bursting for his touch.

Closing my eyes, I imagine I’m straddling him—riding
him so deeply. My climax begins to spiral within grasp and my moans vibrate
softly in my throat. But he still doesn’t satisfy my need for him to pay
attention to my breasts.

Concentrating on pleasuring him and keeping my
impending orgasm at bay, my head drops to rest on my outstretched arm, which is
still gripping onto his headboard. He turns his head, breathing heavily in my
ear signifying his own arousal.

“Don’t ever leave without saying goodbye
again.”

It sounds like half question, half command and
it tells me that it’s bothered him more than he first let on. He’s maintaining
his relentless pressure between my legs but, to my dismay, still avoids my
breasts. Dammit. I ride his palm and stroke him faster, firmer.

“Tell me you won’t B.”

Urging me closer, I shuffle my knees forward
and spread myself wider apart giving him optimum access. Jax sucks on my ear
lobe and then bites down. My body responds with all over shivers, making it
difficult to articulate a response.

“Tell. Me.”

He demands again in his low gravelly tone,
still biting onto me.

“Jax—I won’t.”

Upon hearing my answer he tugs my hoody to one
side, exposing my right cup. I expect him to yank the material out of the way
but instead, with a determined growl, he takes my breast inside his talented warm
mouth. Despite the material, he bites down hard on my sensitive hard nipple as
I whimper expletives. He bites hard enough that it’s painful but not painful
enough to outbalance this pleasure.

“I promise you Jax, I won’t.” My promise seems
to satisfy him because he softens his hold. Loudly, I gasp in relief as he
sucks away at my neglected nipple through the lacy material of my bra. His
tongue feels divine. “God, your mouth—I love your mouth.”

I lose the will to speak again as my brain is awash
with pleasure. I work him mercilessly in my fist whilst I absorb him… his
mouth, his hands, his voice… his awesome presence. Everything. I let it all
engulf me and take me beyond the point of no return.

“Now Beth, come for me now.”

He instructs me in his domineering tone, the
one I take to my dreams every night.

My spiralling orgasm sweeps me away into its
magnificent whirlwind. I climax hard, panting and moaning random syllables into
his ear whilst his mouth continues to torment my breasts. I make sure never to neglect
his lavish length.

Mid-climax Jax grips me harder with both hands
and his hot breath flutters across my flesh as he groans against my chest. I
didn’t even feel him move the lace out of the way but that barrier is gone now.
He takes full advantage of his large mouth, filling it and sucking me hard as
he reaches his own pleasurable peak.

The first shot of ejaculate rises and erupts. So
I slow down the rhythm to match my own internal pulsating. Moaning, his lips
vibrate around me causing that special tug from within me. The warm liquid coats
his crown and my fist as he fires again.

Stiffening his hips, I milk the last drop, draining
the final lick of his orgasm.

He pulls my lace back into place and leans back
against the headboard. Other than that, we remain in the same positions. Unable
to move our hands, we wait for our minds to fall back in sync with our bodies
after being thrown off kilter.

A short moment later I feel impelled to tell him
that I can’t wait for him to fuck my brains out—yeah, that’s how high I get off
a Jax-induced orgasm. It’s another symptom of what I’ve branded the
Jax Effect
.
Before the words have chance to leave my lips, we hear exaggerated coughing
coming from the top of the stairs at the other end of the hallway.

Shit! I freeze, widening my eyes at Jax. He
curses as he swiftly zips up my top but when he meets my panicked eyes again
his face flickers into a boyish grin.

Melting me, I whip my hand out of the covers and
swipe some tissues from the box on the side just as Jack coughs again. He
clears his throat intentionally loud as he nears the bedroom. Obviously trying
to give us ample opportunity to stop him if necessary.

I wipe my hand efficiently—under more
favourable circumstances I would’ve been tempted to lick it clean. I wrap the screwed
up tissues inside a clean one and stuff them into my hoody pocket.

The door’s ajar but Jack knocks twice.

“Are you two decent?”

Jax straightens out the covers and I feel for
him because he didn’t get chance to wipe himself down.

“Of course Jack.”

My voice surprisingly holds steady even though
Jax is nudging me playfully to try and throw me off. I feel like a teenager
about to get caught by her parents. Jack breezes in, bringing with him his air
of silver fox confidence. Eyeing me as I run my fingers through my hair. I try
to look casual but probably look anything but.
Cue deflection to humour.

“Although, I’m not sure
he
could ever be
accused of being decent.”

I nod my head towards Jax and grin widely, a
little too widely. His gaze drifts to Jax with an amused curiosity.

“You know Bethany, the more you speak, the more
I like you.”

I smile and lean over to fetch Jax’s water. Orgasms
make me thirsty and I know my cheeks are flushed. Jax pipes up then.

“Funnily enough Jack, the less you speak, the
more I seem to like you.”

Jack directs his body towards me from the foot
of the bed.

“Do you see what I’ve had to put up with here
Bethany?” I smirk whilst sipping on the straw. “This man has no appreciation
for quality company... And on that note Bethany, please say you’re going to
relieve me?”

I splutter water all over Jax’s chest and cough.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck
.

“Oh God. I’m sorry.”

Jax has raised his hands at the shock of the
impromptu cold shower. I can see by Jacks reaction that what he said wasn’t
intended to come across the way I misinterpreted it. Jack still finds it
hilarious but I just squint my eyes at him and shake my head.

If Jax wasn’t at risk of bursting his stitches,
I think he’d be joining Jack in laughing his head off too.

“Yeah, really amusing guys—not!”

Wiping my face on my sleeve, I jump up and head
to the bathroom, nudging Jack as I walk by. I grab a fresh hand towel and go
back to Jax.

“Hey sweetheart, don’t blame me if your filthy
mind is
still
in the gutter.”

I ignore his emphasis of the word ‘still’ and
dab the towel across Jax’s chest to soak up the droplets. I see that boyish
grin again. Then I notice small suction marks dotted on his pecs and up to his
neck, my eyes widen. Whoops. Jack has got to have noticed, he’s standing
directly opposite him. I don’t even think Jax has seen them.

If I wasn’t flushed before, I’m definitely
blushing now. Actually, I think I’m more proud than embarrassed—
God, am I
fangirling over giving Jax lovebites?

“Okay, let me rephrase; Are you going to stay
here and takeover babysitting duties so I can go home to my wifey?”

Wait, what? Is he serious? Did Jax suggest
this? I freeze, open my mouth to speak and then close it again, lost for words.
Jax responds on my behalf.

“Jack, she’s not staying and you don’t have to
either. You go home to Pam and her five sisters. I’ll be just fine.”

“I’ll have you know they’re Pam’s cousins
actually. I’m not into incest and cousins are legal.”

Is he for real? That sounds gross. I’m keeping
quiet.

“Man, you are so sad… Anyway, I guess you’ll just
need to swing by a few times to redress—”

“—Ssshh.” Jack whispers loudly to Jax from
behind the back of his hand humorously. “I thought we’d agreed not to speak of
that again? Remember, what happens with Doctor Jack
stays
with the Doctor
Jack…”

“—my bandages, redress my bandages, dumbass.”
Jax takes the towel from me and throws it at Jack, who steps out the way. “You
know, considering you’re
a lot
older than us, you’re actually very
childish. You and Pam need to get out more.”

“Fine. I’ll stay one more night and then check
in with you daily. I’ve just set up your replacement phone too, it’s on charge
in the kitchen. So you’ll have no excuses not to check in with me when I’m done
here.”

I’ve kept quiet until now, enjoying the effortless
banter between them.

“I’ll visit too, of course, if you’d like.”

Jack hands Jax the small plastic cup he’s been
holding along with a fresh glass of water. The cup rattles with pills which Jax
throws back into his mouth, taking a swig of water to rinse them down.

“That would be great Bethany. I’m sure you have
a proven impeccable bedside manner.” Jack says as he takes back the plastic cup
back and heads for the door. He winks at me as I eye him suspiciously, then stops
when he reaches the doorway before continuing, “
Although
—from what I have
just gathered, your methods of checking his blood pressure and pulse are
somewhat controversial.”

Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and flashing
a wicked grin, the blue-eyed troublemaker disappears through the door chuckling
to himself. Leaving me at a loss for words with my hand clasped over my mouth.
I turn back to Jax who takes the comments with a pinch of salt, shrugging it
off with a smirk and a shake of his head.

Moving my hand from my mouth, I stroke my
fingers over the marks on his chest.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had…” Jax doesn’t
even glance down, which tells me he’s already seen them. “God, he must think
I’m a total whorebag.”

As I say the words I still find I’m mentally high-fiving
myself for finally returning the favour from when he’d marked me similarly in
the past.

“Don’t apologise, B. I’m certainly not
complaining. Jack’s a tough nut to crack but you’ve managed it. He likes you and
he knows you’re not a
‘whorebag’
.” Jax covers my hand on his chest.
“Trust me.”

“Well, in that case, good. I like him too.
But—”

I hesitate, not wanting to offend Jax.

“But what?”

Lowering my voice to a whisper.

“—what’s the deal with him sleeping with his
wife’s cousins? That is all kinds of wrong—”

Jax stifles a laugh and clutches his left side.
Then he reaches out and tucks my long hair behind my ear, giving him access to
stroke the back of his fingers across my cheek.

“He isn’t married, Angel.”

“But you said… Wait, then who’s Pam?”

Jax just raises his left palm and wiggles his
fingers.

Sunday 19
^th
April 2015

8:30am

Jax

A
fter getting back on track with Beth, I’ve
woken feeling all geared up to attack the day—well, attack it as much as I can
from my bed, armed only with a laptop and my new phone.

When Beth left yesterday afternoon I was
tempted to try and convince her to stay over but resisted. It was purely a
selfish whim that would’ve put her in an unfair position, having just got
Willow back and after what I’d put her through already.

Needless to say I ended up inviting Pam to help
me out as a mediocre substitution. Since laying my eyes on her, I’ve only had
sex with her and when that wasn’t on the cards, I’ve had to find my own
release, always with her providing the visuals. Even when I’ve put on a porno
it’s been Beth on the screen.

Thursday night was one hell of an epic fail.
Although it proved difficult to track this piece of shit down, there was
absolutely no reason for it to backfire. But it did. I’d been meticulous with
my checks. He should’ve been alone but he had hired muscle who were lying in
wait.

I hadn’t factored that into consideration. I’d
pulled over nearby to fit my false registration plates then when I pulled into
a side road by my targets house, the car was ambushed.

The only explanation is that I was spotted the
night before and they’d pre-empted my return. I should’ve just dealt with him
that night instead of letting my head get fucked over! My lackadaisical
approach is completely to blame for all of this. I got sloppy.

There were three of them. They must’ve
approached the car from behind and waited until I was about to exit before they
rushed it and dragged me out. We all wore balaclavas but these amateur pussies
had no clue who they were fucking with. Those first few seconds was the only
time they had the upper hand over me. I’d already gotten into the zone when I
was in the car, so fighting them should’ve been a walk in the park.

I had two of them down in less than two minutes
then got into a struggle with the third man. I didn’t want to knock him out
before learning whether they were affiliated with my target or just hired help.
He eventually confirmed they were on a job, which told me the problem wasn’t as
bad as it could’ve been had my target been well connected.

Unfortunately that nugget of information was
followed up with an
‘it’s nothing personal’
comment as he took one
crucial second to plunge a concealed blade into me.

My only saving grace being that at the same
time I’d mirrored his action and stabbed him in his thigh with a knife from my
belt. I twisted the knife putting him in excruciating pain so he’d let go of
the handle immediately as he keeled over on the tarmac.

At some point my balaclava had come off but I’m
guessing the blood pissing out my face probably deemed me unrecognisable by
that point. Regardless, those three fuckers were sparked out on the floor
anyway.

The drive home was a bitch. I put the pedal to
the floor and focused on three things; 1) my breathing 2) getting home to call
Jack and 3) how I was going to deal with Beth.

I knew the injury wasn’t life threatening.
Those guys weren’t hired to kill me, they just intended to get me to back the
fuck off. If they’d meant to kill me, they would have brought a much more
effective weapon to the job. As it was, the blade barely reached my ribs and
the fact that the knife wasn’t ripped out of me meant that I didn’t lose a lot
of blood.

Jack said he’d come prepared for a blood
transfusion to help balance me out but thankfully it wasn’t even necessary.

I don’t know how I thought it’d be possible to
keep Beth away from me, I obviously wasn’t thinking straight. She took control
of the situation and, although I could’ve managed to call Jack myself and
inject that morphine, I was simply awestruck by everything she did for me.

Beth was a dream for me that night. I will
never forget it. No matter what.

When I finally got the balls to face her at the
sink, she took my breath away more than that knife ever did. My Little Miss
Contradiction emanated strength and vulnerability in equal measures. I felt her
warmth, how she’d give anything to protect me, it was a new feeling for me. She
knocked the winds out of my sails when, in her beautiful husky whisper, she
said that she’d fallen in love with me.

Ironically, the second the word ‘love’ left her
innocent trembling lips, my fucked up mind twisted it into nothing but hate by
the time it had settled in my ears.

I hated myself for letting Beth believe it was
true but I hated myself more for wanting to believe it was true myself. It
hadn’t taken much persuasion from me to convince her she didn’t mean it. We’ve
been on a manic rollercoaster together, she was just overwhelmed.

I felt sickened, ashamed of myself. The thought
of that guy pulling out the blade and me bleeding out in the road didn’t seem
like too much of a bad idea at that point.

By breaking my own boundaries, I’ve brought
Beth—innocent, beautiful Beth—to the edge of my shadows. I’m caught between a
rock and a hard place. The hard place residing very much between my legs and being
controlled more and more by my heart.

In the early hours of the morning, Jack and
Carmel managed to get me upstairs where I found Beth’s note. One look at Carmel
and I knew she’d done something. As far as she is concerned though, Beth is a
casual hook-up and it needs to stay that way. Carmel isn’t involved in my
personal life so the less she knows the better.

It was thoughtful that she came over with Jack but
also totally unnecessary. Other than once before, this was the first real time
that my two worlds have collided and it made me uneasy and anxious as hell.
Beth was gone but it was Carmel I didn’t want in my house, around all of my
personal shit.

Jack sensed my irritability, got the hint and
managed to eventually get rid of Carmel with a lot more tact than I would’ve
managed. I spent the next few restless hours drifting in and out of sleep,
dosed up to the eyeballs with pain killers. Jack had done a great job with
removing the blade without any complications. I expected nothing less from him,
he is the best I know and a perfectionist.

Beth’s note said to call her. On Friday, I
must’ve picked up my phone thirty times to do just that, to see if she was
okay, if
we
were okay. I was battling with myself like being on the
world’s worst see-saw. Asking what the right thing to do was. Questioning
whether this is the time to cut the ties. Hence my dick move when out of
frustration I threw the phone up the wall, shattering it.

Shortly after, Jack strolled into the bedroom
as calm as ever, picked up the pieces and simply said
‘Bethany’s fine by the
way, I messaged her.’
I didn’t respond, I didn’t need to. Jack’s a fucking
good guy, one of only a few people I trust with my life.

Carmel called on a burner phone she’d left to
discuss what I wanted to do about my target guy. As much as I wanted to deal
with him myself, I had to consider the marginal possibility that whilst he
remained unaccounted for, he could be throwing his money into tracking me down.

Now, the intention was never to kill him. I was
going to damage his dick and then damage his bank account. But time was of the
essence so I conceded to handing his limp dick over to Carmel to deal with.
Once she finished with him Friday night, he’d have a constant reminder of the
consequences bestowed upon him for believing that his wealth entitled him to a
free passage to sexually abuse underage children—taking the term ‘filthy rich’
to the utmost extremity.

His second blow will come later today when I
fire up my laptop and make a huge dent in that wealth by way of my hacking
expertise, along with a little help from a contact of mine in the financial
industry. My associate will ensure the transactions look legitimate even though
the prick wouldn’t dare alert the police anyway. Finally, once my contact has
laundered the funds, I’ll make an anonymous deposit into the fourteen year old boy’s
parents’ bank account. I’ll keep the remaining funds as my fee.

Jobs like this always carry a fee but it’s never
payable by the victims. They’re never financially disadvantaged. Nine times out
of ten the culprit has more than enough wads stacked to cover my costs and
their compensation. The compensation is always at my discretion and never in
the agreement with the client.

All they ever want is justice. That could be public
or in silence or screaming in ball crushing agony. Anything to give them some peace
of mind and hopefully to help them sleep better at night. Any money that they
receive directly, isn’t given with the view that it pays for whatever crime was
committed. It’s always with the view that it will be used to help them move
forward, whether that’s to ease stress from paying off debts or uprooting and
moving to make a fresh start or even to fucking burn as a symbolic ‘fuck you’.

Saturday morning after Beth contacted Jack and
when I finally got to hear her voice, I felt lifted. Her voice, although it was
etched with uncertainty, was the equivalent to her wrapping her arms around my
waist and burying her head in my chest. I itched to see her and things got a
whole lot better when I awoke and found her laying beside me.

When our eyes met I swear I caught mine
whispering to her, willing her to tell me she loved me again. Fuck being
stabbed, that was the scariest shit of this whole scenario right there.

So life is back on track and although Beth’s
back at Wills, we’re okay. I’m feeling motivated. First things first, I need to
straighten things out with Carmel. I use the burner phone again but this’ll be
the last call I make on it before ditching it. She answers immediately.

“Is everything alright?”

“Friday night, all sorted?”

“Of course. Did you ever doubt me Sweetie?”

She sounds cocky, even verging on flirtatious.
Carmel once hinted about us getting together, which I swiftly declined. I’ve since
gotten her out of a few tricky situations but she’s an associate and that’s as
far as it goes. Perhaps she’d still like us to be more but she’s never acted on
it, mostly because she knows my feelings haven’t changed. I have never led her
to believe any different.

As always, I keep it blunt.

“No. Just being thorough. Now everything can
get back on track, so no more house calls. That was a one off and shouldn’t
have happened.”

“Ooh I’ve heard that line coming from your lips
before darling…” Why’s she even bringing that shit up? “Sorry X. Ignore me. Go
on.”

We slept together once and got to talking
afterwards. I met her during the lowest part of my life and she gave me an out.
Carmel offered me a solution. She connected me to a unit of mostly anonymous
associates, resulting in me getting involved in an underworld that was new to
me. It served to numb me and satisfied the need to right wrongs.

“The girl, what you said to her, I understand
why but it wasn’t your place. You overstepped the mark. Do you understand?”

“I was merely looking out for you—”

“—which is why I’m giving you a bly.”

“A what?”

“A bly—a chance. Don’t ever interfere with my
personal life again. You know that better than most.”

“Alright. I get it.”

“Good.”

“Are we, good?”

“For now.”

I put the phone down, confident that my tone
said even more to her than my words did.

Next I contact work and explain that I’d been
injured and would be off for the foreseeable future. I know that I’ll be on my
feet soon enough but if I’m honest with myself, my head is all over the place
at the moment and I’d rather take a leave of absence. The CEO said that we’d
make it work provided I could continue working from home and maybe attend conference
calls prior to the Devon weekend.