The Angels' Share

by Maya Hess

  ‘She’s incredible,’ Connor said, his voice clogged and slow.

  ‘You wait,’ I giggled and unfastened his jeans, deciding to work with my mouth on his never-satisfied cock while he took in the delights of Liz’s striptease.

  ‘Is there a man there yet? That’s Lewis, her husband. They performed for me the first night I stayed here. It was the start of a very special adventure.’ Connor didn’t speak so I buried my face again in his warm groin and nuzzled and sucked and chewed upon the delightful package that would be mine for ever.

  ‘There’s a man, naked, taking her from behind. Right in front of the window.’ Connor’s words were half-formed, partly from disbelief and partly because he was so close to coming in my mouth he hardly dared breathe.

  Finally, so he could satisfy me, Connor pulled himself from my mouth and handed me the binoculars. ‘Your turn.’ He stripped off his remaining clothes while I took a look at the view.

  ‘Hey,’ I said and pulled a face at Connor. ‘They’ve got binoculars now. They want to watch us.’

  I noticed the swallow, the twitch on his jaw, the extra-long blink as it dawned on him that already he would be indulging in one of his fantasies.

  ‘I can see life’s never going to be dull with you about, Ailey Callister.’

  And he wasted no time in peeling off my layers of warm clothing and lifting me up so that my legs were wrapped around his buttocks as he seated me carefully on the erection that shone in the moonlight.

  Later, exhausted, excited that we had struck a special kind of bond with Liz and Lewis, Connor and I lay in each other’s arms by the fire. The high tide washed at the door-step rocks, gently reminding us of the power of the sea that rocked back and forth only a few feet away.

  ‘I’ve a present for you.’ I pulled at my jacket and retrieved the brown paper package that Steph had given me. Some of the string had come loose.

  ‘An early Christmas gift?’

  I shrugged. ‘Could be. I hope you enjoy it. It’s just that I don’t want it any more. Far more interesting things happen to me when I’m not trapping my thoughts within its pages.’

  Connor unwrapped it and flicked quickly through the tatty leaves of my pocket-book, as if he was trying to take in everything at once. He snapped it shut and held it against his chest and then pulled me even closer as we melded for warmth beneath the fur throw.

  ‘Thanks,’ he smiled and even as the word fluttered around my head, my eyelids drooped and closed.

  Reclaiming my life had been a tiring business. It was only when Connor shifted to reach for his glass, perhaps an hour later, that I saw him thoughtfully turning each page of my diary, his eyes absorbing every line, every word. One side of his face was lit by the fire, the rest of his expression in shadow. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.