Fallen Angel (The List #3) (23 page)

“As much as I want to suck you dry, Angel, I
need to bury my dick inside you—now.”

He flips me over again, this time on my back,
facing the much needed whirring ceiling fan. I watch him clean his fingers with
a wet wipe off the side as I welcome the cool air all over my body. He
negotiates himself to kneel between my shaky knees and I watch in awe as he
strokes himself from root to tip whilst towering over me, raking his eyes all
over my naked body.

Without looking away from him, I reach over and
grab a condom from the drawer and hand it to him. I watch his strong, chiselled
jaw clench as he quickly tears open the foil packet with his teeth. My gaze
continues to trace his powerful lines. It’s as though they’re etched into his
firm body.

Jax skilfully rolls the condom around his broad
girth.

“Jax, I’m glad we’re together, and that—for
whatever reason—you chose to let me in.”

He stills, hovering over me with his veiny
muscular arms taking his weight. I look up, and out of nature’s green eyes, I
find myself abruptly confused by what I see and what I’m feeling.

“Me too, Angel.”

Jax lowers himself into me with his flawless
technique. I’m happily confident that the stomach somersaulting sensation when
he enters me will never go away—it’s as wonderful and breath-taking as ever.
But, once inside, he waits.

“What’s the matter?”

“Beth—I, just… Don’t look away, when you come. Look
me in the eyes when you come. Tell me—tell me how good it feels. I want to know
that I can be—good—that I can be good, for you.”

I see something deeper within his expression.
There’s no doubt about it, this man wants to fuck my brains out, but the mind
behind his eyes is showing me a different sort of tenderness. I know he cares
about me, he does. But his body is telling me more tonight. The hesitancy in
his tone… He is thinking before he speaks, which is a first for him, especially
in the bedroom.

I can’t help but cover my face with my hands, overcome
with an emotion that doesn’t belong in this moment.
He wants to fuck you
Beth, nothing more, nothing less.
Stop hoping. I need to fix up and stop
fabricating.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Beth.”

I move my hands away and catch hold of his upper
arms, feeling them shuddering under his weight.

“I’m sorry, I just—got caught up in the moment.”

“Yeah? It does feel fucking amazing.” He isn’t
talking about sex. He’s thrown me off guard again. “There’s nowhere I’d rather
be than lying here inside you.”

“Wow, Jaxson.” I giggle. “You’ve just blown all
other romantic sentiments out of the water with that one.”

Jax flashes me his cheeky pearly white smile.

“Hmm ‘beside you’ too but ‘inside you’ is
incomparable.”

He presses in his final magical length—proving
his point. I moan and lose my breath in that unique, precious way that belongs
only to him.

“Mm-huh, I couldn’t agree more… Jax—” He lowers
his forearms to rest either side of my face. “—we’re going to be okay, aren’t
we?”

Pressing our foreheads together, he closes his
eyes.

“Angel… I don’t know but… I really fucking hope
so.” He kisses me softly and rolls his hips again, pre-empting my involuntary
whimper and catching it within his throat. Opening his eyes, they’re ablaze
with passion. “All I
do
know is that in this moment, right now, you are
completely, un-fucking-forgettably mine. You. Want. Me.”

“Always.”

Jax builds up his strokes slowly, never losing
eye contact. We kiss and get drawn into a spellbinding euphoric ride for two.
My mind and body crash together beautifully. It all becomes fuzzy. The vision
of his handsome face blurs. A stray tear tiptoes undetected down the side of my
head.

My pussy is tender and the strength of my impending
climax makes me feel weak. I pant short steady breaths, worried that if my
thoughts swing out of context again, my orgasm will flee like a rogue fugitive.
But Jax would never let that happen, he knows this is going to be intense, my
body tells him that before I even get the chance.

Jax’s cock is like an unstoppable vacuum that
instantly rids my brain of coherent thoughts. He zaps energy from my body like
a power cut.

I tell him how incredible he makes me feel, how
he reaches my limits and then pushes them. As I begin to climax, I fall into an
uncontrollable repetition of ‘
Oh God,’
like a broken record.

Jax stealthily carries me over the threshold,
delivering me to our sacred place.

That place where nothing else matters.

For now, nothing else does matter.

2:30pm

Jax

Beth went to work early this morning so it gave
me chance to sort through the upstairs office. I set the small burner up in the
yard and destroyed the majority of the documentation I held in there. I felt no
emotion or attachment. I’m content with my decision to leave the Unit.

Who would’ve thought that over a month ago, that
beautiful shy girl, looking down at me from the balcony, would be the one to
instigate this massive decision?

Jack swung by mid-morning. He didn’t need to
ask what I was burning. Jack had been through a similar process when he left
last year.

He came bearing the good news that most of my
loose ends are now tied up. My only concern now is Carmel because she can be a
livewire and somewhat unpredictable at times. Since word got around about the
Unit, Carmel doesn’t seem to accept the decision that I’m cutting all ties,
including her for the most part. There’s only one reason she ever needs to get
in touch with me in the future but she keeps finding excuses to call and
something just feels off to me.

As soon as I’m confident that she’s completely
out of the picture and that my personal life is completely detached, I’ll be
able to sit Beth down and talk to her freely, without feeling like I’m
jeopardising her safety.

Jack seems to think Carmel believed she and I
might seriously get together one day. That is absurd and, unless she’s completely
delusional, has never been on the radar from the second I took my dick out of
her. I always felt like I owed her one because she offered a place for me to
belong when I felt like I was—floating. But in truth, she’s called in that
favour numerously. My allegiance to her only went as far as the Unit. She is
well connected. She doesn’t need protecting. She’s also a very wealthy woman following
receipt of her late father’s estate.

Jack also brought more news that I’m going to
surprise Beth with later on tonight.

Once Jack left, I finished up in the office and
moved some of my surveillance equipment into the bedroom. After last night’s
entertainment, Beth asked me if I had a camera that I could set up. She said
she’d be too nervous if she staged her sex tape. So she’d rather have it at the
ready for whenever—if ever—the mood takes her.

I’ve set up two tripods with decent cameras;
one in the corner by the balcony door and the other on my side of the bed, by
the bedroom door. They both cover the bed at different angles. If my angel
wants to film us having sex, I’m going to make sure we don’t miss a thing.

After attending to a couple of business calls
and digesting a day’s worth of emails, I get a call. It’s an unknown number.

“Hello. It’s me.”

“How did you get
this
number?”

“Sweetie, come on. You know me better than
that. I’m an exceptionally resourceful woman.”

Carmel laughs but it’s short-lived.

“Look, we’ve said all that needs to be said. I
thought you knew me well enough to know that once my mind is made up, there’s
no going back.”

“I get it. You will be pleased to know that I
have only called to clear the air between us. I don’t want to leave on a bad
note. Let’s just say I thought you may be acting out of character because the
rug’s been pulled from underneath all of us. But if not and you mean what you
say, that you only want to hear from me with news of your mission—then I will respect
your wishes.”

“Good. Thank you. That’s all I needed to hear.
I know you’ll be true to your word, Carmel. It’s nothing personal. We’ve had a
good couple years and occasionally made a good team when needed.”

“Yes, we did, didn’t we? I suppose, after my father
passed away, I knew you two were close and I felt like having you around
somehow kept him near also.”

“I’ve never been consistently around, Carmel—just
in the background. It’s better this way.”

“You have always been a phone call away though…
But anyway sweetie, like I said, I understand.”

“I’m using this to make another go at doing me.
My quest isn’t over, I will fulfil my journey—it just doesn’t look as though
the Unit will form part of that anymore. That doesn’t mean to say that I don’t
need your influence, just no contact, unless—you know.”

“Jaxson, I have lived this life for many years,
so I know more than anyone the weight it can bear. I will keep my promise to
you and I wish you good luck.”

“Thank you, it was good whilst it lasted and I
wish you every happiness. This could be your fresh start too. Go away somewhere
exotic, meet new people and escape, if that’s what you want. I think you’ll
find answers you didn’t even know you were looking for—that’s what’s happened
to me.”

“Maybe I’ve already got my answers, X. Take
care.”

“You too, C.”

9:30pm

Beth

“I’m gonna handcuff you tonight.”

I nearly choke on my ice-cream.

“Is that a wish?”

“If you want it to be.”

“Okay. You have forty-four left.” Handcuffs? “I
didn’t even hesitate, I must really trust you, huh?”

“I know you do Angel.
This
is going to
be fun tonight.”

Jax holds up the remote control to my vibrating
bullet, which he’s been playing around with during another Crossfit Games
repeat we’ve just been watching.

“I think you’re more acquainted with that
contraption now than I am. You think you can handle it?”

“Always. I’ve also got a surprise for you.”

His ghost of a smile transforms into something
sexy and daring.

“In that case, I think I’ll go and put on a
nice little surprise for you too.”

“Sounds perfect. I would say to bring the
ice-cream but it looks like we’ve devoured it all.”

Jax stands up from the sofa and takes my empty
bowl.

“What did I tell you? Neapolitan was lovely in
the bedroom but I’ll always be a cookie dough kinda girl at heart. I can be the
chocolate chips so you can be the cookie dough, which is without question, the
best part.”

“That’s debatable, B. Anyway, you take your hot,
chocolate chip ass upstairs whilst I lock up.”

I stand, leaning up to give him a quick kiss
and then he heads off to the kitchen. I shout after him.

“I’ll get ready in the guest room, don’t come
in.”

This is actually happening. I’m going to
finally put my sexy purchases to their intended use
and
be handcuffed.