Julian: A Dark Angel Series Companion Novella (Dark Angel #3) (5 page)

The one thing I loved about living in California, aside from the warm weather, was that no matter where you went you would always find something new. Sometimes it was a new eatery, a new bookstore, or maybe just a new spot to sit and ponder.

When I first arrived here I had stumbled upon this place when I got lost heading to a meeting. The meeting was being held at my boss’s house. He lived in a mansion that put Candy Spelling to shame. I remember I had pulled the car aside trying to Google my location with barely any service, and frustrated, I went to go throw my damn cell into the bush when I noticed the view in front of me.

It was a farm, nestled behind a hoard of trees. There were beautiful horses that were grazing throughout the wide space. Their beautiful manes glistened in the morning sunshine. It was picturesque, tucked away in a hidden part of the hills. I sat there mesmerized by how they interacted with each other. I wasn’t a huge animal lover, but for the first time in my life I was so captivated by the beauty of the creatures that before I knew it, I had been sitting there for over an hour watching them—and was ridiculously late for my meeting.

I had been back there twice, at my lowest of moments, and I knew the urge to visit was calling me now. I looked at my watch which says it’s already after five. I had been aimlessly wandering the streets for hours without any destination in mind. It was too late to head out there now, so instead I found myself a quiet little café.

Now, that familiar feeling of loneliness consumes me at this vulnerable moment.

The feeling of being alone, a feeling of being unloved, knowing there isn’t anybody out there thinking about you right now. No one to open the door when you arrive home, jump into your arms, tell you how much they’ve missed you.

No one to look into your eyes and feel their gaze penetrating every part of your soul.

I close my eyes; the pools of brown eyes watch me. Calling me. Begging me to save them.

I miss her so much that my chest aches.

Chelsea…Charlie…Chelsea…Charlie.

You fucking piece of worthless shit…you don’t know what you want.

How the fuck can you fight the fire when you don’t know who’s igniting the flame?

The weakness. I can’t be alone with my thoughts right now, so I haul ass back home. In a desperate act, I reach out to the two closest people who could possibly save me from myself right now: Tristan and Eric.

It has come to this.

Tristan and Eric weren’t my savior’s tonight. Tristan said that Claudia isn’t feeling well and he also feels ill from something he ate at dinner, and so he wasn’t up for anything. Eric said he was busy; I wasn’t going to ask questions. I figured it had something to do with Charlie, hence why he was so vague. Either that or he was doing something illegal, in which case, I still refuse to ask questions.

All I knew was that I needed physical contact with another human being. I needed to feel the desire from a woman, and in other words, get laid—pronto.

Alone at a bar on the corner of pathetic and worthless street, I find myself a stool and make acquaintances with my long lost friend, Johnny Walker.

The place is busy, people cramming themselves in. The music blares loudly but is muffled by the drunken chatter. There’s a section in the corner where people dance and the lights are dim. I search the room looking for something nice to take home. I didn’t give a fuck if Tristan was here; my dick had its own agenda and needed a fucking release.

As I watch the dance floor, the music changes and the dancing slows. A woman wearing the tightest hot pink dress is playfully staring at me, licking her lips and pretending to suck the tip of her bottle. Okay, so I’m fairly certain she was all show but gave poor head. Beggars can’t be choosers, I guess. I am about to walk towards her when her boyfriend grabs her arm and pulls her in a different direction.

Back to square one.

After my fifth scotch, the music makes me happy. Everyone looks like they could be my best friend, including the blonde that eye-fucked me from the dance floor. I make my way over to her and immerse myself in the tight crowd. I wasn’t shy—let’s get this shit over and done with. I place my hand on her hip and pull her into me. She makes a slight squeal but laughs it off as she runs her hands along my chest.

I lean down into her ear to inhale her cheap perfume.
Who cares that it’s cheap? Just get fucking laid already!
“I need your name if you want me to scream it out while I’m fucking this pretty little ass of yours.”

She lets out a sigh and rubs herself against my cock, which is throbbing.

Green light.

“My name is Tori. And I need your name if you want me to moan it while I’m sucking on your cock.”

I press my body against hers. I can smell the moisture between her legs; she is fucking wet as hell.

My tongue is just shy of her ear. “Julian, and we should get out of here,
now
.”

Tori continues to rub herself against my cock, my jeans constraining the poor fella as he can barely breathe, suffocated behind all the fabric. Why is she delaying?!

“I’ll tell you what, Julian…how ‘bout we have some fun?”

Oh great.

The last time a woman said this to me, she wanted to fuck while we took Ecstasy. Sure, the sex was off the fucking charts, but I’m trying to stay clean! I think it’s time to pull the plug on Tori.

“Don’t look so frightened, handsome.” She turns me and wraps her hands around me. “You see that blonde by the bar? The one with the short white dress?”

Big fucking tits—yes, of course I see her.

“Well, how about she joins us? You know, make this more…let’s say…dirty.”

JACKPOT.

She pulls my hand towards the exit and nods to the other girl to follow us. Outside the bar, I push Tori against the wall, crushing my lips on hers. Yeah, I was fucking horny.

Her taste is sweet, like passion fruit flavor or something. Who the fuck knows? My dick is leading charge here. She pulls away only briefly to hold my hand and lead me around the corner to a hotel. We enter the lobby and wait for the lift. Once inside, I push her against the wall, this time sliding my hands up her to dress to cup her ass. She moans into my mouth, but we are briefly interrupted as the doors ping open. We stumble to her room. Inside there is no waiting; she unbuttons my shirt and runs her hands down my chest, carefully moving them along my abs.

My belt buckle echoes through the room as the metal hits the floor along with my jeans. Tori positions herself on her knees, caressing my cock through my boxers. Goddamn, the pre-cum is oozing out. Fucking suck it already!

I flinch as she pulls them down and I am bare, waiting, ready, needing her lips to wrap around it. Wanting to feel my tip touch the back of her throat. Wanting her muscles to choke as she takes me all in. This delayed gratification bullshit was normally hot, but I needed a release now.

Her tongue gracefully circles the head of my cock, spreading myself all over her lips. I place my hand on her head and wrap her ponytail around my hand, forcefully pulling her in. I jerk as I feel her throat enclose on my cock, causing her to gag. I let out a moan, and repeat the action…until I hear the click of the door.

I close my eyes and wait for her touch, what was her name again? Jesus, who gives a fuck...

The warmth of her body presses against my back, her nipples erect as I feel them protrude through her dress and against my skin. She runs her hands along my torso from behind, making her way down to Tori’s face where she places her hands on her cheeks gently, before directing her head to take me in deeper.

My body reacts instantly. The familiar pressure is rising. Self-control, Julian. C’mon, you’ve done this a thousand times with women hotter than this.

Don’t. Fucking. Go. There.

Okay, clear train of thought. There are two women here. Let’s have some fun, because god knows I deserve it.

Big tits moves towards my front until her face is in line with mine. I crash my lips onto hers, her kisses frenzied and her moans loud. She is fucking begging me to suck on these beautiful tits of hers. I don’t break the kiss; my fingers trail her body till they’re dancing around her bra. With one swift move my hands are tweaking her nipples, squeezing her tits, barely able to caress them in my hands.

They are fucking huge.

I lean my head down, ripping the dress, exposing her tits. My tongue rolls around her erect nipples, tugging them as she demands I bite them harder. I continue doing so until a warm breath engulfs me and Tori is by my side taking her in as well. I tilt my head to the left, shoving my tongue into Tori’s mouth, wanting to taste it all.

Her eyes lock onto mine, and that desire, that raw sexual appetite consumes us is all in that one gaze.

She wants to taste her wet arousal.

And I want to taste her as well.

Like hungry lions fighting for their prey, we both take her to the bed and lay her wide spread, ready to devour every inch.

And just like in the wild, I take her first, tasting every part of her. Pushing her to command that I fuck her instantly, but I don’t. I stop, and back away.

Tori makes her move, and I witness what I came for.

The scene is paralyzing any rational thoughts I have. My mind is clouded; my body is reacting in a way that I haven’t felt in a long time. The volcano of pressure is building from within and I tense, trying to divert the spasms that threaten to consume me. Instead, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

Upon opening my eyes, I have control again.

But watching Tori gliding her tongue along her clit was enough to bring back that feeling.

In the blink of an eye, I am protected and ready to take this one home.

I slam into her with force; her yelp is more of a cry as I push down deeper. Her walls are caving; I feel the sensation surround my throbbing cock. I pull out, her desperate pleas begging me to enter her.

But I don’t.

Instead I tell her to lie the fuck down, because this time, it’s her turn to be the prey.             

“I have two words for you. Beach. Party,” Eric announces.

Here we go.

It was way too early for this shit. I had a sex hangover, the best kind that left you fucking sore in parts you never knew existed. Perhaps I was missing the whole point of being single. Who needed relationships when I could have two girls suck my dick at one time?

Two girls that eat each other out like it was a marathon.

Two girls that had no objections to me fucking them in their pussys
and
their asses.

One girl that had no issue with me fucking her tits till I came all over her face, only to watch Tori clean it all up.

That was
un-fucking
believable
.

“Ahem. I feel like I am the giant gay in the room being ignored,” Eric pouts.

Tristan scratches his head. “Eric, I think you mean elephant.”

“Are you calling me fat?!”

A yawn escapes my mouth. “Can both of you just shut up, please, for just a second? Actually, make it an hour.”

So, this is the thing, the PlayStation isn’t that bad. In fact, it was a welcome distraction.

I had been on a high, a clean high, since last night. I blew my load…twice, the much needed relief I was after. On top of that, I was making positive progress on my manuscript. Tristan even commented that I was in better spirits, and after a few beers, it led to him showing me how to play this game. Sure, I sucked. Tristan said we made a great team, and so five hours later we were deep in the middle of a mission when Eric came over.

Concentrating on the screen, Tristan yells at me to watch out on my left. My palms are sweating, my ammunition low, until the screen goes black.
Huh?

My head spins quickly to look at Eric. “Eric! It took us hours to unlock that path!”

Eric’s face falls. “Look at yourself,
Batman.
You should be outside with the rest of the world parading what you got, not holed up in here playing games. Think about the amount of women lying in their lonely beds right now wishing a hot man like yourself would save them from their rabbit and personal hell.”

“Hey! What about me?” Tristan sulks.

“I’ve still got beef with you after you dodged our last gym session and I walked past you at the Dairy Queen stuffing your face.”

“Yeah, well, I was hungry.”

“A minute on the lips, forever on the hips. Anyway, get your asses changed. There is a happening beach party in Malibu tonight, and I for one need some wiggity wang.”

This is a battle not worth fighting, so I stand up and head to my room as Tristan pulls me aside. “What the hell is wiggity wang?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Eric has his own language.”

Eric shouts out, “It’s called wanguage,
get it?”

…

The drive up to Malibu could possibly have been the longest drive that ever existed, only because Eric and Tristan kept arguing over the song choice.

“What do you mean you don’t listen to One Direction?” Eric asks in horror.

“Eric, as if I would listen to boy bands. I’m more of a Metallica, Guns N’ Roses kind of guy.”

“
Who the hell is a Metallica?”

“Did you just ask me who Metallica was?” Tristan raises his voice in shock.

I grip the steering wheel in frustration. “Oh my god, both your tastes in music are piss poor. Well maybe not you, Tristan, so let me rephrase that. Eric, your taste in music is piss poor. I will not play that in my car and…”

I place my hand in the air as I anticipate his rebuttal. “I do not want statistics on how many records they have sold, who is still in the closet or who you would take to bed. Now, I’ll put on Maroon 5 and let’s all not talk to each other for the rest of the drive, okay?”

Like a brooding teenage boy, he mumbled to himself before pulling out his cell and placing his headphones on.

California in the summer time was just one big party. It wasn’t hard to miss it—the boardwalk was lit up with a string of colorful lanterns, the music was blasting over the huge subwoofers, and everywhere you turned a nice pair of fake tits were staring you in the face. I wasn’t a fake tits kind of guy. I was more of an ass man; big breasts were just an added bonus.

Stop thinking about ass and tits for just a second. Beach shorts weren’t made for boners. End of story.

We make our way over to a spare table and order a round of drinks. Sitting around drinking, I spend my time deciding which lucky one I would be taking home tonight until Eric yells out in a British accent, “
Darling!”

As I turn to look his way, I notice a familiar blonde wave to Eric and start walking our way. Eric stands up and they air-kiss each other on both cheeks.

“Tristan, Julian, this is Kate.” He raises his eyebrows towards me; Kate looks over and her face responds back knowingly. It hits me like a ton of bricks. She is the blonde I had seen often with Charlie at the beach doing yoga. On closer inspection, she is stunning.
Would that constitute to shitting on your own doorstep?

She is wearing a coral-colored bikini top layered with a white crocheted tank. Her shorts are denim with pockets hanging below the hemline. They are
very
short, but she has the longest lean legs and pulls it off nicely. Her hair is tied up in a scruffy bun, yet something about her is easy on the eyes.

Shit! Tristan wouldn’t remember…would he?

No, he couldn’t even remember the name of the Australian prime minister.

Except the prime minister wasn’t a hot leggy blonde with an ass begging to be fucked.

My heart picks up pace as the panic overcomes me. Should I pull him aside just to explain?
Just play it cool. He won’t remember her.

“Pleased to meet both of you, finally.” She pulls up a chair and sits beside Tristan. “So, I heard Eric has been showing you round? Oh my days, did he do his tour of the celebrity homes yet?”

“Yes, although I don’t know half the people he talked about. Who the hell is Shirley MacLaine?”

Kate lets out a loud laugh. “Aren’t you a young lad! Perhaps a tour of Harry Styles’ house is more up your alley.”

I interject, “Please don’t bring up One Direction. The car ride over here was painful enough.”

She turns to face me. There is something in her stare, something warning me that her beauty may only be on the outside and not on the inside. I need to remain guarded.

Eric senses the shift in mood and grabs Tristan to introduce him to another friend at the bar, leaving me alone with Kate. There is an awkward silence. I was fairly certain Charlie had filled her in as to who I was.

“So, Julian. Keeping yourself busy in LA?”

“Work always keeps me busy, Kate.”

She quiets, but something tells me the conversation is far from over. I start to put two and two together. Her British accent…she must be a friend of Lex’s.

“I’m going to cut to the chase here. Got no time for pussy footing. Lex and Charlie are my family. I know Lex came to see you and I know why.” She takes a deep breath, then continues. “I get it, you were shafted and revenge is usually the only way to redeem yourself, but think long and hard about what you’re doing. They are a family, they have children. Think about how you’re hurting Charlie.”

“I don’t know what Edwards told you. I’ve done nothing wrong. I wish them nothing but the best.”

“Oh codswallop. Don’t think I’m another dumb blonde with no brains. Lex is like a brother to me, he is my family and if he thinks his family is in danger, I will stand by him one hundred percent to protect them.” Kate’s glare is fierce.

For once, I knew I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Well, I was
no
longer
doing anything wrong. In fact, I never wanted to harm her. I only wanted to love her and have her love me in return.

So don’t be afraid of this nosy bitch. What could she possibly do?

Eric’s loud voice was moving closer towards us. She leans in quickly. “Do us all a favor and stay away from Eric.” 

Kate announces she is leaving and kisses Eric goodbye.
What the hell was that?
Another person pointing out just how pathetic you are
. I didn’t need this, and her mild threat left me in the foulest mood. So much for trying to let loose and have fun.

Eric must sense that my demeanor changed. His voice softens as he speaks. “Was Kate being a bitch to you? Seriously, ignore her. She gets her British panties all in a twist. She and Lex just have ties that go way back.”

“Are they related?” I question.

“No. She was his assistant for years but now she runs Lexed in New York. She and Charlie are BFFs. Plus, she is Amelia’s godmother…well, one of them. Kate is like the British friend everyone wishes they had.”

“I see.” What did I know about friends? I lost all mine in my ‘coke can be my best friend’ stage.

“Anyway, ignore her, Julian. I know you wouldn’t hurt Charlie. They are just being over protective. You know Lex…he is obsessed with his wife.”

Yes I know, we have a lot in common. We both want to protect Charlie. But who was the enemy here?

Eric changes subjects, which I am extremely grateful for, and starts talking about his family. I learned that his father was none other than Marco Greg Kennedy, a very wealthy political figure in the business world. He has many ties with the Chinese government, which apparently is how he met Eric’s mother. Before I knew it we had spoken for a while about Chinese laws, something I had no clue Eric was so educated in.

“Oh dear god, they are playing Tequila! C’mon, let’s dance!”

I nod for him to go ahead and I’ll catch up with him later. Tristan was already dancing with a group of girls that looked more like his crowd. His dancing, though, was another cringe-worthy moment…
shit, did he just do the robot? 
My coconut needed refilling; what a perfect opportunity to hit up the bar.

I got to chatting with a few girls who were hanging off me as I took a seat at the bar, numbers were shoved into my pocket, whispers in my ear, but I wasn’t in the mood. In fact, I could feel a familiar funk coming on.

More alcohol was needed.

I didn’t know how I was going to get home. This coconut was livening up the party, or perhaps that was the Pina Colada it was filled with. I find myself bopping to the tunes and somewhere around the song “Love Shack” I lose my shirt.

I am this close to joining the conga line that is forming; Eric is the head of the pack.

Suddenly, heavy arms pat my shoulder. Oh crap, I knew I shouldn’t have taken my shirt off.

“Julian, dude, what’s been happening?” I turn to see the familiar face, Charlie’s friend Rocky. Gee, looks like all her friends are here tonight. Is this a vendetta against me? You know, let’s kick him while he’s down? I don’t feel like another lecture about being a naughty boy so I plan to use an “I don’t feel well” excuse if needed. Sunstroke…yes, I’ll use that. Except it’s night and your brain is intoxicated,
moron
.

Rocky plonks himself down on the stool beside me and motions for the bartender to serve us. He orders some fancy beverage that also sits in a coconut, makes a comment about coconut jugs and then carries on rambling. He sure is a talker, and I mean non-stop goes on and on about things.

I had to be polite, right? I ain’t the jerk everyone has me pegged out to be. “So, how are you and the family doing?”

His shoulders slump, followed by a loud sigh. Oh, why the fuck did I have to ask that question? I eye the bartender; more fucking drinks please! This talker is going to hold me hostage and I ain’t no Dr. Phil.

“Okay, I guess. Nikki didn’t come tonight. We had an argument again. The whole point of coming to LA was to visit Charlie and to have a break for two weeks
.
But
in
typical
Nikki fashion, she’s in denial of everything going on and all we are doing is fighting. Not even hot fighting followed with dirty sex,” he sulks.

“I’m sure it will work out. You’ve been married for a while. There’s always going to be bumps in the road.” There, simple and no more inviting questions.

Coconut man, where art thou!

“Bumps? HA! More like mountains with a big pile of shit on top. It’s not like it’s all my fault, you know. It’s the both of us. Instead of doing something about it she’s decided to bury her head in the sand.”

“Okay, you’re kinda losing me here.” Seriously? I needed drinks ASAP and the damn bartender was trying to pick up some cougar flashing her fake tits. I bang my fist on the bar, he turns around, and I believe I have caught his attention, until he sways back around to talk to Mrs. Fake.

Rocky is still rambling on, unaware of my little outburst. “We’ve been trying to have a baby for a while now. It’s not happening. I want to see someone about it. Nikki thinks we don’t need to. We already have a son so we know it will happen. That was like eight years ago. Things change, bodies change. I joined this ‘trying for a baby’ group online and I tell you, so many couples suffer from secondary infertility. It’s more common than you think.”