by N. K. Love
“Mmm… I love your rude awakenings.”
“Yeah? Think you can come discreetly for me, Angel?”
“Good evening, Mr Carter. Would you like any more drinks, Sir?”
I can’t bring myself to turn my head and look at her, I already know she’ll be swooning and as much as I want to tell her that we’re kind of in the middle of something here, I’ll bite my lip.
“No, thank you, Christina.”
I sense her glide away, no doubt with an extra spring in her step.
“Christina?” I scoff. Looking at the TV screen ahead of us, shaking my head.
“B…” He leans his mouth onto my ear. Repositioning his arm for easier access, my treacherous body automatically moves to accommodate him. “Does the sound of another woman’s name on my lips, piss you off?” I look up at him through the corner of my eye, pretending to pout but it quickly turns into a smile. “How can you be jealous right now, when my fingers are knuckle deep, inside your pussy, B?”
His husky voice is so controlled and sexy. I was already so wet from the dream and his fingers, but now his words make my physically quiver.
“I’m never jealous. Just territorial, remember?”
“Yeah, I do remember and it’s still sexy as fuck.” He whispers. “Pull that thing back over your eyes and look like your sleeping.” I pull down the eye mask and push myself a little higher so his hand can work its magic. Snuggling into his shoulder, I hum my approval. “Good girl… Now, I’m going to take my sweet time… Do you feel that, B?” Sliding his fingers into me, stretching me around and around. “Feel how wet you are for me. I fucking love that… This pussy… God, I love your pussy.” The way his well-groomed beard, intentionally brushes against my cheek, has me subtly pushing my backside into his arm. “That’s it.”
He continues whispering dirty, intoxicating words. The filthier he gets, the more intense he gets and the naughtier it feels. Reaching his forefinger up, he gently massages over my clit. It’s lush and my body melts into him.
Giving him control and being told to just sit back, allows me to feel every iota of pleasure running through my body. Yes, even his handiwork is no match for bouncing on his cock, which I know is rock hard and inches away from me, but considering where we are, what he gives me is a delicious, alternative.
“Jax.” I whisper, gulping hard. I let out a few shaky breaths, oblivious to who the hell may be walking by. He uses his face to nudge mine into his body, silencing me. I breathe him in, that gorgeous masculinity of his, giving way to the orgasm that’s about to come raining down.
Opening my mouth, my breath hitches and I drag my bottom row of teeth up over his tee until I have a chunk of his flesh to bite down on.
“I want to feel your come in the palm of my hand.”
Knowing I’m almost there, I half expect him to go a little harder but he doesn’t. He methodically continues his slow, sensual strokes, rubbing me from the inside out. Swirling his fingers over every part of my pussy, spreading out my wetness and growling quietly into my ear at the feel of my arousal. My hips twitch as my orgasm takes over. But in sync with Jax, it takes its sweet time, rippling in slow motion all over my body.
With my eyes covered and my face buried in his shoulder, I absorb every morsel of goodness emanating from within. Every inch of my skin tingles, my hard nipples crave his mouth whilst my pussy is busy doing her own thing, like a sexy hippy dance around a campfire without a care in the world—zero fucks given. I am surfing on the clouds that we’re surrounded by, riding the waves without a care in the world.
After a minute, he tilts me forward slightly, enabling him to move his arm and drape it over my shoulder. I lift up the eye mask, to peep out at him shyly.
“That was—”
He pushes his damp thumb inside my mouth and uses the same arm to hug me tighter against him. I suck long and hard, heady from the post-orgasmic bliss.
“I fucking love tasting you, Angel. But there’s something incomparable to watching your thick lips, wrapped around me, tasting yourself. You are amazing.”
9:38pm
“Wake up, Angel. We’re getting ready to land.”
Rubbing my eyes, after a much needed nap, I stretch out my body feeling rested but still so tired. Quickly moving into the seated position, Jax kisses my lips softly as he safely buckles me in.
“This is it.” I yawn but my adrenalin suddenly rushes through me. “I’m so freakin’ excited.”
It’s been a long ass flight. The North Atlantic is a beast of an ocean and the hyperactive, over-excited butterflies in my stomach have stopped me from sleeping for too long. Jax has kept himself occupied watching a few movies and pinging emails back and forth, presumably to do with Carter Corp. He has hardly slept really, but when he did, I loved watching him. I literally stared at him the whole time, as though I was frightened something would happen to him if I so much as went to the toilet! I spent the time admiring every part of him and appreciating every breath he took—just like he told me he did with me when we arrived at The Dion.
The fact is, it’s not possible for me fall any more in love with him than I already am. But I’ve come to realise that some days my heart shows me in new ways, how much our love means and how precious he is to me. My love never falters but when the perspective alters, I see our love in a new light, from a new angle and that’s what I fall more in love with. That confirmation is a beautiful and powerful thing.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hewanorra International Airport. Local time is 9:46pm and the temperature is 72 degrees fahrenheit.’
The excitement of touching down in Saint Lucia blows my mind, taking some of my tiredness away with it.
Our car awaited promptly, taking us from the airport to an exclusive beach resort. The ocean view cottage that Jax has chosen is out of this world. He’s never stayed here before but having received lots of recommendations over the years, he was eager for our first holiday together to be here.
Given the time zone’s, it’d now be the early hours of Saturday morning back in the UK, so we decide to just grab what we needed from our suitcases and get in as much sleep as possible—the sun, sea and sex will be waiting for us whenever we’re ready!
Back home, when I went to my apartment with Jax to collect my passport and pack, I grabbed a book for the flight. When I took it out to read on the plane, Jax’s envelope fell out. He’d put it there the night before I was lured to his house and, having not been back home since then, it had completely slipped my mind.
Clutching the envelope, I climb—literally climb—onto the massive, four-poster bed and slip beneath the sheets. Jax is already lying down and tries to pull me down to him but I remain sitting.
“I know you’re tired, and this might not be good timing…”
“But…?”
“But, I found this.”
Jax squints one eye open, looking up at me and then down into my hand at the envelope. Closing his eye again, he turns his head into the pillow, showing me that he’d forgotten about it too. With a deep sigh, he manoeuvers himself to sit up beside me.
“You really want to do this now, B?”
“It’s just, you wished that I’d keep it sealed… It’s still sealed, so I granted your wish. But you also said I could open it if something happened to you…”
“Which is hasn’t. I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“So you’d rather I didn’t read it?”
“Angel, you know that it was only intended if I—”
“I know, I realise that. But, you said if something happened to you… And it did. A lot of shit happened—to both of us! I just don’t want there to be anything between us. Any unheard words. I do want to read it, Jax, if that’s okay?”
He rubs both hands over his head, obviously caught between thoughts of how I’ll react to whatever it is he’s confessed to or written in here.
“Okay. But I have something too. Will gave me a note that he found in Carmel’s handbag. I would’ve thrown it away in a hea
rtbeat, if I hadn’t seen my name written in your handwriting… It’s folded up in my wallet. I haven’t read it… Similar circumstances I suppose. I am curious about what you’ve written but I wanted to ask you first but not while everything’s still raw for you.”
“Jax, I’m happy for you to read it.”
“Okay, then I will. But not tonight. Right now, I’m shattered… I’ll be asleep soon, so if you want to read it, can you wait until then?”
That request just makes me all the more curious. He is never coy around me.
We kiss each other good night and he snuggles his head into my lap, drifting effortlessly off to sleep as I stroke my fingers through his hair. As soon as his breathing pattern changes and I know he’s slipped into a deep sleep, I open the envelope carefully.
There are some pages stapled together but I don’t bother to flick through to see what they are. I’m too captivated by his elegant handwriting covering the first page.
Beth,
First of all, I love you. I always have but you already know that because we were made to be together.
Whether I’m with you or not, I always want to look after you and give you everything you deserve. I know how you feel about having children, one day. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, even before all of this craziness began and the verdict is that it would be an honour for me to be able to make you a mommy.
If you’re reading this, it means that I won’t be around to help you. Well, not physically. You told me that we are soulmates so I’d like to think that our souls will be together for eternity and you will carry my heart with you every day. Regardless, I know that there’s no better woman to raise my child (children?!).
You, Beth, are an incredible person. Please know that the thought of you carrying our child makes me so proud and complete.
Please see this as an option and by no means an expectation. If you choose to go for it, I hope, with all that I am as I sit and write this letter—which I hope you will never get to read—that it works for you. For us.
No matter what has happened, always remember that I truly love you, my Angel.
The paper catches the tears that miss my soaked chest.
The next page is a copy of a legal document whereby Jax has signed his frozen sperm over to me. Who knew sperm could become the most romantic gift in the world to me? His solicitors are noted, instructing for me to contact them any time.
Before giving myself chance to think about what this means, I turn the page again to find a bank statement in my name, showing a balance of ten million pounds with a bank card attached to it! I’ve never seen so many zeros.
Flicking back to the most important page, I read his heartfelt, overwhelming words again, hoping that they’ll register with me a little more this time round.
Tempted to wake him, I want to know if all of this still stands. Did he want a shot at a child for us but only in his absence?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Saturday 20th June 2015
4:16am
“Wake up, Angel.”
“Déjà vu… Go away.” I grumble, barely moving my lips.
“Come on sleepyhead.” He leans over me, nuzzling my neck. “My body still thinks it’s after eight and all it wants to do is make love to my woman on the beach before the sunrises—”
The rest of his words are drowned out by a delighted chorus of cheers and whistles coming directly from my vagina!
“Oookay, so now you’ve got my attention.” I stretch out, wrapping my arms around him in the process and squeezing. “You do realise it’s the last—”
“Yep. The last item on your list… So, what do you say?”
“I say, for the final time, Fuck It!”
Climbing out of bed, we both take a swig of water from the glass on the side and I grab a couple of soft mints, popping one into both of our mouths—I want my mouth tasting fresh for this! I open the cottage doors that lead onto some private decking and down onto the resort’s private beach. Jax grabs a huge picnic-style blanket from the wardrobe and slaps my ass as he scoots past me, barefoot. I chase after him, holding back on the childlike squeals that are desperate to escape.
I’m pleasantly surprised to find that the air isn’t cold, even though the sun has been down for hours.
Throwing the blanket down on the soft sand, he keeps on running, straight into the sea. I’m right behind him and as he plunges beneath the water, I’m about to follow suit when he emerges like an Adonis putting his hands around my waist. The hard edges and rippling muscles, shine in the moonlight and it’s a spectacle made to be remembered.
Catching our breath from the running, we kiss clumsily, laughing and we start playing around, splashing each other. The coldness of the water doesn’t bother me. I’m too busy finally enjoying being carefree together again.
This special feeling is something I will never take for granted again. It doesn’t matter how long it lasts. It could be a minute, an hour or even an entire day. But that moment when you catch yourself and realise that you’re happy and you’re not worrying about the shit that can bring you down—those times there are our blessings and I intend to make the most of every single one of them.
Climbing onto his muscular back, he swims us to shore and carries me out of the sea. The water drains from our clothes as I hug him from behind, with my legs wrapped around his waist. I’m wearing just a silk night slip that’s ridden up around my waist and is now clinging to me like a second skin. Jax is only wearing pyjama bottoms. He puts me down beside the blanket and we each take two corners, spreading it out over the sand. The sea breeze is thankfully tame.
I flop myself down onto the thick, warm blanket, looking up at Jax. The weight of the water has pulled his pyjama’s even lower than usual, whipping my inner butterflies up into a frenzy. A wave of nerves washes over me and I love it. I love that the prospect of his touch still makes my insides flutter with a nervous excitement.
“Leave some for me.”
I stop chewing my bottom lip and raise an eyebrow at his handsome face.
“Well, what are you waiting for, G?”
As confident as ever, Jax tugs off his clothes and stands naked with his hands on his hips. Instead of feeling conscious or looking around for early morning runners, his eyes are too busy running all over my body. Taking his lead, I sit up, cross my arms and pull the night slip off, throwing it to the side.
Lying back with my knees bent, I’m completely exposed. But just like Jax, I find myself too preoccupied to care. Drooling over him and his impressive semi is much more fun.
I fill my lungs and release it steadily, whilst mentally capturing this picture perfect scene; his huge naked frame silhouetted by the moonlight and the endless backdrop of the twinkling night sky, all being married together by the tranquil sound of the ocean meeting the shore… Picture. Perfect.
Dropping to all fours, he prowls between my legs, delicately kissing his way from my thighs up to my neck. My body surely tastes of salty seawater but he doesn’t seems to notice or care. Wrapping my legs around him, I lift my hips, eager to feel his cock pressing against me.
The cool sea breeze dances over our bodies, our lips hesitate slightly just before touching and then we smile and we kiss. God, how we kiss…
It’s like no other. It’s unhurried and spellbinding. He makes love to my mouth with his. I become totally enthralled with the way he explores me, with long, slow strokes of his thick, minty tongue. Spanning his hand between my breasts, he squeezes my throat in a way that categorically confirms ‘You’re mine’.
“God, I love what you do to my body. You always have me in the palm of your hand.”
Grabbing me firmly between my legs, he sucks on my bottom lip as he pushes his thumb inside my pussy. Catching my shaky exhale, he whispers against my lips.
“All. Ways!”
My giggle is cut off and replaced with a trembled moan when he pushes in deeper with a circular motion of his wrist. His erection rubs hard against my
tummy and I squeeze my thighs together at the very idea of having him here and now. Taking a hold of his thick cock, I roll my hips into him, moaning aloud.
“As good as… this feels. I want this and only this.”
Working his length in my hard grip, Jax groans into my ear, making my stomach flip into a triple somersault in that way only he is capable of.
He withdraws his thumb and pushes my breast up into his mouth, clamping down and sucking my nipple hard. Swirling his tongue around and around, he looks up at me and flicks the tip of it quickly across my nipple, over and over. Arching my spine, I bow into him, bringing my elbows up to lean on.
After paying the same attention to both nipples, Jax straightens himself up onto his knees, with the backs of my thighs resting on top of his. The way his hungry, emerald green eyes adore every inch of my body will never grow old. When our eyes meet, the passion and love pouring out of us, is beautifully breathtaking, almost brings me to tears.