by N. K. Love
I roll my eyes at her pettiness. She’s blatantly trying to get a rise out of me—and I may just bite.
“See that’s where you’re wrong, Carmel.” This time I look her up and down to belittle her the way she’s trying to do me. “I know that you’ve fucked him. ‘Fucked’, as in, past tense. Maybe you need to work on getting over that because, from where I’m standing, you’re looking pretty pathetic, sweetie!”
Carmel is visibly hurt by my words and I pity her for about half a second. Until she shakes herself off and regards me again. This time the full force of her bitchy vibe is back with a vengeance.
“Well, poppet, next time you are fucking, as you so eloquently put it, just remember where he has been first. So when that pretty little mouth of yours is wrapped around him, why don’t you just think about that?”
Her smug grin is nauseating.
“Sorry, but he doesn’t usually give me chance to think. Anyway, Carmel, it’s obvious you don’t like me and I couldn’t care less about you, so let’s leave it at that. You threatened me before and I’m still right here, so why don’t you think about that? Enjoy the rest of the night, poppet.”
On that note, I briskly get the fuck away from Cruella and back into the hotel.
Jax
After discussing a few upcoming projects with Charles, he leaves when the dessert is served, but Beth still hasn’t returned. I wait a few more minutes, then grab her handbag from beside the chair and say goodnight to the rest our table.
Spotting her weaving her way towards me, I frown and tilt my head, to see if she’s okay. Beth gives me an unconvincing smile. I take her hand when she reaches me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine. The bubbles have probably gone to my head. Sorry I missed dessert.”
“Don’t be. I’m not a fan of fruit compote.”
“Neither am I.” She smiles, looking down at her handbag. “Are we going?”
Before I reply, the band pipes in with the unmistakable classic, “I’ve Got You Under My Skin”. The singer blesses the room with the mesmerising crooning of Frank Sinatra.
“Unless—” I nod my head in the direction of the dance floor. Beth hesitates, but I catch the moment the song takes ahold of her. “I wish you’d have this dance with me, Angel.”
In answer, she holds her hand out to me, palm down. I take it and in a few seconds I’ve deposited her handbag beside the stage and I finally get to have her in my arms.
I feel like I’m dancing on clouds right now. Everything is fitting into place. Everybody in here can see the beauty radiating out of this girl and the knowledge that she’s all mine never gets old. If I ever have any doubts about the promise I made to her last night, all I need to do is remember this moment right here.
We slowly foxtrot our way around the floor, helplessly zoning out everybody else. Here’s to new beginnings.
“Our first proper date, G.”
“Our first proper dance, B.”
“So your lap dance and grinding up in the club don’t count?”
“Oh, I’m definitely not discounting them. But this, this is…different. And the lyrics couldn’t be more perfect.”
I dip my face so that we can dance cheek to cheek and as we listen to the song words, whatever it was that was bothering her seems to have gone now.
When the song comes to an end, I twirl her under my arm and she curtsy’s. Collecting her handbag, we say goodnight to a few of my associates and make our way out to the foyer. The night’s gone well considering I don’t usually attend. Having Beth by my side has made all the difference. Her infectious smile has shone brightly all evening.
I call to ask the driver to pull the car around to the front of the building and Beth holds onto my forearm. She seems to have tensed up again, her thoughts lost somewhere else.
We make our way outside, stopping a few more times to say goodbye. Walking down a couple of steps, I turn to face her and cloak my jacket over her shoulders. When I kiss the top of her head, I catch a glimpse of Carmel amongst the crowd back inside. Jack had told me she wouldn’t be here tonight otherwise I would’ve let Beth know there was a chance we’d bump into her. Is that why Beth’s on edge? Did she see her?
Beth strokes her fingers around my waist and up my back. I lean into her touch and plant kisses behind her ear. It’s damn near killed me to keep from ravishing her this evening. I only planned to tease her, to build up the suspense whilst we were here, but that was a non-starter—I was kidding myself thinking I was able to keep that shit up!
I’ve asked the driver to take it easy on the pedal so that we can talk during the ride back. Shortly after leaving the hotel, Beth denies that anything’s wrong, but the crinkle on her forehead disagrees.
I take off my bow tie and undo my top buttons. Taking my jacket from where it’s draped over Beth’s lap, I pocket the tie and lean over to put it on the seat beside her. Arching my arm around her shoulders I pull her into me.
“Come here.”
Beth rests her head on my shoulder, catapulting us back to the night in the back of the taxi, when she’d just found out about her ex. My lost angel. That was the first night she stayed at my place and I swear it’s never felt the same there since.
Beth turns her face and starts kissing my neck softly. She carries on whilst slowly undoing a few more of my buttons. As the crackle of energy between us quickly alters, Beth takes her lips lower onto my chest. I stroke my hand down her spine, over the smooth material. Reaching this peachy ass of hers, which has been taunting me all night, I spread out my fingers and grip it hard.
“Beth, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Mmm. Not now.”
“Not now?”
She shakes her head from side to side and leans back in her seat. Using both hands, she slides her dress over her knees and up her thighs. I watch every inch of her bronzed skin revealing itself and my cock responds like a well-trained soldier.
Parking my conversation for now, I reach to undo my seatbelt and then my trousers, to give my dick some much needed room. Hearing the click of her seatbelt, she swiftly manoeuvres herself into a straddling position.
Immediately, my hips roll into her on their own accord.
“There’s something I need to do first.”
“Oh really, Miss Taylor?”
“Wish 37? It’s been playing on my mind, Mr Carter. You see, the Bank of Beth doesn’t like having an outstanding debt. So, I need to grant that wish for you.”
I take her face in my hands and push my tongue into her mouth. I’ve wanted to kiss her like this all night. She’s had me hard and I’ve had her wet, but now we can actually act on it.
“You gonna fuck me, right here, Angel?”
Tugging her against me, I rub my palm over her pussy from behind. The damp material of her thong has me licking my lips at the thought of how she tastes.
“Yes, I am. But, you didn’t specify an orifice so, if it’s okay with you…” She leans to my ear and whispers. “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth.”
On that badass note, she smirks at my speechless reaction and slides effortlessly down between my legs, onto her knees. Reaching into my loosened trousers, she tugs my briefs down, unleashing my dick into both of her hands. She licks around the base and kisses her way up and over my stomach whilst her fists work in steady, long strokes.
Moving her mouth back to my dick, she flicks her warm tongue over the head and licks her lips. Looking up at me with her huge, hazelnut eyes, she purposely holds my attention, whilst navigating my dick deep into her open mouth. No tongue teasing. No foreplay for the foreplay. She’s gone straight in for the kill. A woman on a mission to unman me.
“Fuuuck, B.”
Moments later, her wet lips are fluidly stroking up and down, which has me angling my neck to enjoy the best view possible.
The wet sound of my dick hitting the back of her throat has me tugging a fistful of her hair. Beth’s sultry moans trigger the beast in
me to possess her. I take over control and thrust her head at the pace I want it, bringing myself close to finishing, but not wanting this to end.
Letting go of her hair, I grant her a moment’s reprieve to catch her breath. She looks back up at me with flushed cheeks.
“Do you know how beautiful you look, when your mouth’s filled with my cock?”
She smiles and reaches up to take my chain and plants it in my mouth. I instinctively bite down and wonder if she’s trying to shut me up or if she just likes the way it looks. Either way, she licks her plump lips and extends her tongue out to lick and rotate it around the head of my dick.
A low grumble escapes my chest as I visualise shredding off that dress and bending her over. Beth holds my abs with one hand and works my dick with the other. I watch her persistent tongue disappear, as she guides me back into her hungry open mouth. Instead of clamping around me, she uses her fist to move my dick in a circular motion, exploring inside her mouth.
I take my thumbs and stroke the outside of her lips in adoration for what this girl does to me. She looks up at me and starts sucking again with a deep longing. A longing that I’d refuse to believe was anything but raw passion for the man she loves.
Beth squeezes her lips tighter and I know from the sudden devilish glint in her eye that she’s going to go hard. In unison we both build up the strokes. I ditch the chain and grunt words of praise. Pushing my heels to the floor, I lean back on one hand so that I can lift up my hips. Taking a firm grip of her jaw, I grind myself into her throat. She gags, but holds her position and it’s fucking mind-blowing.
On the third rotation, she snatches back control and proceeds to fuck me with delicious determination, until my head rolls back and I submit to the pleasure.
With my come still sliding down her deep throat, I drag her body up to let my mouth show her how fucking good that was for me. The taste of me inside her worn-out mouth is a primal trigger that has my whole body growling possessively. I claimed her. I love her.
When we both come up for air, I search her eyes to try and find the thoughts that seem to be doing laps around her head. That was fucking intense, even by her standards.
“You’re never afraid of getting that halo of yours dirty, Angel, are you?”
“Mmm. Not when it comes to you, Jax.”
As I wrestle my eager dick back into my briefs, Beth looks up at me doe-eyed, smiling sweetly.
“How do you manage to look so angelic after that?”
She shrugs and starts buttoning my shirt back up.
“I just had to prove something… to myself, that’s all.”
“I’m glad to be of assistance! Everything alright now?”
“Yes, thank you. I’m all good.”
“Mmm… Me too, B. Me too.”
I scoop Beth up onto my lap and she lazily strokes my beard, whilst snuggled into the crook of my neck.
“So, what did you wanna ask me?”
“Well… It’s more of a wish really?
“You’re really making the most of these wishes aren’t you?” She giggles with her eyes closed. “How many have you got left?”
“Minus tonight’s slow dance, twenty-eight.”
“Wow. I was generous, huh?! Come on then. I’m all ears.”
“I wish my freckled little angel would come home.”
“You want me to stay at yours tonight? How? I don’t have my things.”
“I’ve taken care of that… Please… I promise to make it worth your while.”
I squeeze her thigh and kiss the top of her head.
“Jax, if I open my eyes and look out of the window, will I find the driver is already on his way to your place?”
“Mmmaybe.”
“Hmm.” She peeps up at me. “Well, purely to help reduce your carbon footprint… I will grant your wish, Mr Carter.”
“Thank you.”
A broad smile takes over my face as I rest my head back against the seat.
“And I’m holding you to that promise, G.”
Chapter Seven
Saturday 16th May 2015
12:05am
Beth
We get out of the car at the bottom of the driveway and walk up to the house in darkness, hand in hand.
Having sexorcised my Carmel demons in the back of the car, I’m in high spirits and utterly played down my excitement about Jax inviting me to stay over. In reality, I couldn’t wait to get back to his. Especially given the lovely way in which he asked me. Calling it ‘home’ definitely had me wondering what that would sound like if we actually lived together.
Jax unlocks the door and deactivates the security system. He throws his keys and wallet in the marble bowl and I use the wooden table to steady myself so that I can take off my shoes. I spy Jax watching me out the corner of his eye as he checks his phone.
“What’s up, G?”
“Nothing. It’s just this, having you back here, it’s how I like it. Coming home together, going to bed together, waking up together—”
“Jesus, Jax, you’re not going to ask me—”
“Relax. No I wasn’t. Not yet anyway.”
He gives me a cute little wink and I take his comment for what it was; a glimpse into his heart and hopefully our future.
As it’s late, we call it a night on the alcohol and opt for hot chocolate on the sofa instead. Jax told me there’s some clothes for me in the spare bedroom. Whilst he fixes our drinks, I head upstairs to get out of this beautiful dress and into something more appropriate.
When I open the door, I’m surprised to find the spare bed has been replaced with a sofa bed. There’s also a new dressing table and a full length freestanding mirror in the corner. I can smell the fresh paint and notice the walls are now a bright white too. I can’t see the nightwear he mentioned, so I peer into the walk-in wardrobe and gasp when I see that it’s also been transformed.
There used to be some of Jax’s clothes in here, with shelves full of shoeboxes and gym wear. Now though, there’s an array of women’s clothes hanging off the rails and the shelves are stacked with girls trainers and pumps and gym wear. I open the drawers and find them filled with underwear.
Lying on top of the drawers are a set of pyjamas with a Carter Corp. business card; ‘I wish for you to see this house as your home from home.’
Jax has done all of this for me. I don’t like that he has spent more money on me, but the idea that he has planned all of this and chosen clothes for me to wear, it’s overwhelming. The fact that he wants to have everything here for me to feel comfortable whenever I stay over is such a romantic gesture. It’s also a sign of commitment. He is clearly saying that he is in this for the long haul and that makes my heart sing.
The fact that he put the card on this nightwear suggests that this is what he thought I’d want to wear tonight. No skimpy lingerie. No sexy, tempting slips. Instead, they’re the comfiest set of pyjamas I think I’ve ever felt. I rub the warm fabric across my cheek and reveal some fleece socks with non-slip tread on the bottom that were underneath.
A man could spend thousands of pounds impressing me, but getting me this pair of socks right here, is the equivalent to wrapping his arms around my heart and melting it a little bit more. My thoughtful beast of a man, that’s sitting downstairs waiting for me, knows me inside out and means the absolute world to me.
I get dressed quickly, wanting to be back by his side.
Considering I’d just started to feel sluggish, that surprise has injected a new burst of energy. I skip down the stairs, looking over the bannister to find Jax has romantically lit candles all around the room. Then I see him. He’s lying on the sofa, wearing nothing but a pair of low slung, white pyjama bottoms. Fuck. Me.
When he hears my fast approaching footsteps, he reaches to put his mug on the table, just in time for me to pounce on top of him. I cuddle him tightly and he envelops me with his muscular frame. We don’t say a word. We don’t need to. I know we’re both thinking about how right all of this fee
ls. Being together, regardless of the circumstances that have led us here, is the only way and we both know it.
I lean back, take hold of his gorgeous jawline in my hands and kiss him. With his hands firmly placed on my hips, neither one of us feels the urge to open our mouths or flip this connection into anything sexual. It’s so much more than that.
Pulling away, we smile against each other’s lips.
“Thank you, Jax. For everything.” I whisper, then swing my leg over to plant myself beside him on the sofa.