Fallen Angel (The List #3) (17 page)

I’ve been desperate to have our lips locked.
It’s the equivalent to centering me when things sway off kilter. No matter how
erotic that sway is, I always need him to stabilise me and his kisses are the
quickest way of achieving that. He meets me with every lash of my tongue.

Gripping my face firmly in his hand, we
exchange silent raw words of desire but they’re cloaked with a beautiful
affection.

The now familiar taste of my own arousal inside
his possessive mouth, has my pussy feeling hollow and craving for him to fill it.

Moving his hands to my shoulders, he flips me
over quickly and grabs hold of my hips. With the top half of my body laid out
on the carpet, he hoists my hips firmly in the air, angling my backside. He
pushes down my back and strokes the top of my ass, causing shivers to dance
along my spine. Leaning down over me, I feel his warm bare chest on my naked cheeks.
He kisses the base of my back softly whilst speaking.

“Your body is made for me. The way your bottom
arches right
here
... And your back bows to let me in. One day soon I’m
gonna fuck you with nothing between us. Skin to skin.”

My body soaks up his kisses and his words like
a sponge.

I whisper, “Soul to soul.”

Jax tightens his grip on me and sinks his teeth
into my left cheek, where there’s plenty of flesh to indulge him.

Biting me harder, I push back against him
rather than withdraw. He replaces his teeth with his tongue and lips; sucking
the pain away. With my face turned to the side, I can’t see him but I moan in
satisfaction, triggering his hand to rain down harshly over my right cheek. The
shock jolts me forward. I gasp into the carpet, relishing the after sting as he
rubs it methodically with his soft palm.

“It’s time, Angel.”

Jax repositions me and slips his forefinger
between my legs. My pussy glazes his long finger and he lets out a sigh of
approval that resonates in all the right places. He spreads my cheeks wide, baring
me completely but instead of feeling unsettled, it makes me feel sexy as fuck. I
know how aroused this makes him, which only serves to mirror the same within
me.

In a long drawn out curse loaded with part
dominance part restraint, he tilts me for an optimum angle, ensuring the
deepest penetration possible. He takes aim and slams his lavish length inside
me leaving me open-mouthed, with my lips buried in the carpet.

No matter how sweet and vivid the memories of
this feeling is, there is absolutely no substitute for the authentic experience
of him being inside me.

“Oh God, Jax. Mmm.”

My voice vibrates from the depths of my throat.
It’s deep and muffled.

“We’re the perfect fit.”

Both literally and figuratively. After a few
more strokes, I regain my equilibrium and start meeting his thrusts. I’m holding
strong.

“That’s it. Don’t hold back, Angel. This has to
be quick. It’s too fucking good to wait.”

I arch my back, gaining friction from the
carpet on my nipples, but his pounding is so insistent and fast now that I
struggle to match him. I find myself quickly on the verge. I do as I was told—no
holding back. I come hard as he manages to drive down a little deeper.

Fucking me harder in his last few short
thrusts, he concludes with one long stroke as he follows me to climax.

Planting breathless kisses all over my back, he
stays glued to me for a few short moments.

Jax lays down beside me at the top of the
stairs as I snuggle into his chest, lazily tracing his ink with my fingertips.

Our legs overlap and hang over the edge. But
this time I’m not afraid to jump because my heart tells me that he’ll catch me
every time, as long as I am his and he is mine.

Friday 24
^th
April 2015

9:06pm

A
fter our morning sex on the stairs yesterday,
the day went downhill fast. Not that it was a bad day—it was actually a decent
day and I got loads done. But no amount of productivity can compete with the
way I feel in Jax’s arms. Nothing compares.

I purposely kept my distance from him for the
rest of the day, listening to the voice telling me that too much of a good thing
is bad for you. Just being in the same vicinity as him tests my resolve. Plus,
the fact that I’m here for another week gives me the comfort I need not to rush
things.

In the morning, Jax worked in his office
downstairs whilst I surfed online for properties and made a few calls. I booked
a couple of appointments to view some places today.

At lunchtime, I drove over to Next Chapter for
a couple of hours and then went on to 24/7 for a spin class afterwards. I was
full of energy and eager to burn it. After that, I indulged in a sauna and a
steam session. I saw the place in a whole new light, knowing the man behind the
manager and trying to comprehend that this gig is just ‘a hobby’ to keep him
occupied.

I’m really working hard on curbing my
compulsion to over assess and scrutinise what he’s told me. I don’t want to be
that person though. I like who I am when I’m footloose and fancy free. The Beth
that overthinks becomes claustrophobic and highly strung.

When it comes to Jax, I much prefer to lead
with my heart and soul. Telling myself this, has stopped me from researching
his company online—albeit oh so tempting.

When I got home, Jax let me loose in his
kitchen whilst he did some chores outside. I cooked an evening meal of garlic
steak with dauphinoise potatoes and seasonal vegetables. My mother’s favourite
and he loved it. He practically licked the plate clean, or at least I imagined
he did—with that delicious, skilful tongue of his.

Until meeting Jax, I had no clue how sexual the
simple act of eating can be—or perhaps I can convert and find something sexual
about everything that involves Jax nowadays.

The sexual tension grew expectantly between us
throughout dinner, but we purposely didn’t act on it. It was novel to just
flirt and have fun, without the expectation that either one of us would pounce.
Our relationship isn’t exactly following any conventional rules. We haven’t even
been on a date. Jax has never officially dated at all and I was an
inexperienced teen when I got with Mike.

Jax has told me that the extent of his dating
experience is taking a girl he wanted to shag out to a business event or dinner
first. But basically, whatever the evening began like, it always ended with him
having sex and leaving. It’d sound brutal if I didn’t believe that the girls he
‘went’ with were fully aware of what was being offered.

He never intentionally led me to believe in
possibilities of more. Perhaps I was his defiant exception. Luckily for us,
although his past is doing a pretty good job of digging its heels into the
present, I’m somehow able to see it for what it is—his past. I am his present
and hopefully his future too.

This morning I went to view two properties but
I didn’t take Jax up on his offer to go with me. I’ve decided that—as much as I
love his company and appreciate his opinion—this part of my journey needs to be
my own. I’m entering a brand new challenge of living alone for the first time and
I need to commit to it myself, using nobody as a crutch.

The properties were both as expected for the
money. There wasn’t anything particularly wrong with them, they just didn’t
feel right. If there weren’t many properties up for rental I know I couldn’t
afford to bring ‘gut instinct’ into the decision process but thankfully,
there’s still a number of potential places for me to view.

My mom called shortly after I’d left the second
apartment. We skirted the subject of my new relationship but I did tell her
that I was staying with Jax until the Devon weekend. I could sense her concern
about me rushing into things.

When I told her it’s unlikely that we’ll visit
after the Devon trip—like she’d originally suggested—she said that she’ll come
to me instead.

I understand her point because in her eyes I’m
going through a lot of changes and she wants to check in with me face to face
to make sure I’m okay. It’s actually a lovely idea that she visits me when I
move because she’s the perfect person for turning a house into a home. You
can’t buy a mother’s touch.

I take a seat on the bed in the guest bedroom
and make a quick call for dutch courage before I shut the rest of the world out
and dive into a night filled with Jax—literally.

“Hey gorgeous, I was just thinking about you.”

“Great minds—”

“And before you ask, I recommend letting the
air get to your knees. I find it’s the best cure for carpet burns.”

“Eh?”

“Oh and from what I’ve gathered you definitely
shouldn’t be diving straight in… or rather he shouldn’t be… Yeah, you need to
build yourself up size wise, you know, for full anal—”

I swiftly interrupt once I realise that she’s
playing me.

“Sorry to disappoint you, oh ‘Willow the Wise’
but that’s not why I was calling.”

“Aw Beth-a-ny, I was just teasing. I know how
you feel about your precious little ass.”

Alright Wills, I can tease too.

“Well actually if you’ve finished, I was just
calling to see if you were busy tonight?”

Feed her the bait...

“Yeah, I’m at work. Why, what’s up?”

“I’m halfway down a bottle of wine with the
sexiest man alive waiting for me in bed. We’re feeling frisky, so thought you might
wanna swing by for that ménage à trois we once joked about.”

And reel her in… My tone was suitably serious
yet tipsy and casual. There’s a two second pause before she replies and that crucial
pause is evidence of my victory.

“Shut. The. Hell. Up.”

“Gotcha, Wills.”

“You did not
get
me.”

“I completely got you. You were on it. You were
practically reaching for your car keys.” I don’t wind her up very often so it
makes it all the more sweeter when I do. “Aw Willow, I was just teasing.”

As I throw her words back at her as she snorts
out a giggle on the other end of the line.

“Touché, bitch.” I hear the smile on her lips.
“Now some of us have work to do so unless you’ve got any real sexual
invitations for me...”

“No nothing of interest. Just wanted a catch up
but give me a call tomorrow.”

“Well I have nothing to report either. Dad’s
been over again and sat talking to my mom for hours so it looks as though they
may be trying to work something out. He asked after you actually. Correction—he
asked after Jax. Wanted to know my opinion of him.”

“And what did you say?”

“I told him the truth; he’s drop dead gorgeous,
seems to treat you well and makes you happy. I think he was worried that you’d
left because of mom being back and didn’t like to think you’d rushed into
anything because of it. Turns out my old man can be very intuitive! Anyway, I
put his mind at ease and told him you wanted to move out anyway so you could
play nurse with your sexy patient.”

“Great. Number one,
urgh
! Please don’t
make sexual innuendos about me to your parents. Number two, how did you know?”

“Craig told me Jax is working from home and then,
I saw the invoice from that shop we bought your porn from. Question—were you a
bossy nurse? Was he a good patient for you? Did he take all of his medicine
like a good boy?”

I’m stunned, actually gobsmacked.

“I..I have no words right now.” I’m shaking my
head even though she can’t see me. “Okay, so you got me. Anyway, as it happens,
tonight’s the night. I’m partway through getting changed into my sexy little
purchase. So does your nosey ass wanna make it up to me with any tips?”

Wills squeals down the phone.

“I can’t believe it. You are so fucking epic,
Beth. Sounds like he’s well and truly tapped into that sexy chick that’s been
lurking beneath the surface all these years, just waiting to be discovered. I.
Love. It.” More squealing. “Tips, tips… Okay, for role play you need to get
into character before you even see him. Get your badass persona on and don’t
deviate, no matter how tempted you are or how much he distracts you—stick to
your plan. As far as you’re concerned you and Jax as a couple do not exist.
Role play is a whole different type of living in the moment. Nurse and patient
though… That’s hot!”

I hear the cushioned background music momentarily
grow louder. She must be in the staff room at the back of the bar.

“Right, I’ve gotta go but
please
promise
me you’ll dish the dirt on this one though?”

“I promise and thank you.”

“Send me a selfie or something yeah?”

“A-and that’ll be a no but I love you.”

“Love you too, Smiler!”

My smile grows when she uses her dad’s pet name
for me.

I take some time, like Wills advised, to create
Nurse Taylor’s persona. I’ve given Jax instructions to wait for me in bed,
naked. In the bathroom, I brush my teeth and gargle some mouthwash. I’m already
moisturised—fully—in his favourite cocoa butter so my skin feels warm and soft
to the touch, which is a good job considering this outfit has plenty of me on
show.

It’s a white, halter necked lycra one piece
with a skirt that barely covers my ass. It’s skin tight and fastens together
with a red zip that runs from my cleavage straight down. I put it on like a
waistcoat and zipped it up most of the way, plunging the neckline to flirt
between my breasts. I’m wearing some expensive killer red stilettos, which I
bought on impulse but have never found the right occasion to sacrifice my toes
for. These heels are going to be worth every penny tonight. Plus, I don’t think
they’ll be lasting long enough to cause too much damage to my feet.

After spritzing my perfume, I smear on daring
red lipstick followed by a few flicks of mascara and pinch my cheeks to bring some
blood to the surface. I’ve no doubt that I’ll be flushing red the second I step
into his bedroom, voiding this move pointless.

With my legs astride, I dip my head down
towards the floor, swishing my hair upside down. I plump it with my fingers,
adding volume and in one swift move, flick my head back up. I have to catch the
sink as I sway unsteadily; a mixture of adrenalin and alcohol confusion from
the two shots of vodka I did to calm my nerves before coming up here to get
dressed.

I slide in the accompanying thin red headband
that has a white square panel standing upright at the front with a red cross on
it, like a kinky nurse’s tiara. I also have some fake reading glasses with thin
black frames around cat’s eye shaped lenses.

Finally I fit the mock stethoscope, which also
came with the outfit, around my neck. I’ve deemed this outfit as; no underwear
necessary—N.U.N, ironically.

Taking a few deep breaths, I check myself out
in the mirror and I’m pleasantly surprised. Even I think she looks hot—I mean, I—I
look hot.

I don’t feel or look like myself, which reminds
me of when I lap danced for Jax. That feels like so long ago now but I was able
to consume myself with that confident persona and keep my game face in place
long enough to achieve my goal. Tonight’s no different. I’m going all in. If
I’m going to do this, I’m going to make sure he enjoys it.

When I first bought the outfit I decided
straight away how I wanted it to play out. I want to use it to be authoritative,
in a super flirtatious way, building up the sexual tension until its explosive.
This role play needs to be sexy and professional, not slutty and overtly-suggestive
in a trashy way. Let’s hope I don’t get flustered and fall at the first hurdle.