Beauty and the Dark (12 page)

Jack

I
’m too old to be so fucking insane for a girl, but I can’t bear the thought of letting her go. I feel as horny as fuck, even though I’ve just fucked her in the shower. I want her to stay in my bed this night and every night from now on, but she tells me she needs to go back.

Her puppy misses her!

Fucking hell,
I
miss her.

Anyway, we agree that she’ll go back and get her dog and the three of us will spend the weekend together. But I hate the thought of her going back to Cheshire. I mean, any random man could be looking at her, touching her. A red haze fills my brain at the thought of another man touching her.

Fuck, see what I mean by going insane for a chick.

I’ve got an eleven o’clock appointment that I’ve already missed and my secretary/receptionist is droning on in my ear about it.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in time for the 11.30,” I tell her.

I let her chew my ear off for a bit more. She deserves it for putting up with some of our patients, and she’s probably taken a bit of shit for my missed morning appointments. Besides I’m in an excellent mood this morning. 

“I’m thinking of giving you a raise,” I say.

She stops mid-sentence. “How much?”

I laugh. She’s Irish all right. “We’ll talk about it when I get there.”

“I’ll be sitting right here waiting,” she comes back crisply.

I ring off still smiling.

“You seem to be on
really
good terms with your secretary,” Sofia comments.

“Yeah, we get on.”

“Oh, so how old is she?”

Is she fucking jealous? The idea is intriguing. “Hmmm …  not sure,” I say softly, “but she looks good for her age.”

Her eyes widen, and I see the flash of jealously that she can’t hide.  It makes my cock jerk. I hate (as in I’d rather be boiled alive) jealous women fucking clinging on and checking up on me, but right now I can’t get enough of her jealousy. I want to see her hurt for me.

Her eyes dull and she quickly drops her face, her beautiful hair sliding forward to cover her cheeks, and instantly I feel bad for teasing her. Just knowing she can hurt for me is enough. I never want to cause her even a moment of hurt. She’s suffered enough in her short life.

I pull her towards me and her body molds to mine. I put a finger under her chin and lift it up. “Karen’s happily married and she’s not my type, anyway,” I tell her.

The sparkle comes back to her eyes. “Oh yeah?”

I kiss her cute nose. “Yeah.”

“What’s your type then?” she asks, licking her bottom lip. Heavens above, my girl is flirting with me.

I grind her hips so she can feel my rigid cock. “I’m looking at her.”

“I never dreamed it could be like this,” she whispers.

“Neither did I,” I confess.

She looks up at me with her mouth slightly parted, and God knows what it is about this woman, but I have to fight not to throw her on the floor and fuck her right there, or better still take her against the wall. Standing sex. We haven’t done that yet. So many things we haven’t done. But I got my stupid 11.30 appointment with another pointless celebrity waiting for me.

Then she bites her bottom lip. The little minx did that purposely.

“Stop doing that,” I growl.

Her eyes go big. “What this?” she says, and bites it again.

Oh, fuck. I’m in so much trouble. All I want to do is stuff my cock into her lush mouth. Fuck my 11.30. I’ll reschedule and work through my lunch hour on Monday, or something. Anything.

I grip my Princess’s hips tighter and push her body away from mine.

“What are you doing?” she asks innocently, but her eyes are glazed, the pupils massive. She’s so turned on I can smell her pussy. The scent is actually driving me crazy.

“It’s your fault I’ve got an erection. So get on your knees and suck me off,” I tell her as I unbuckle my belt and take my cock out of my boxers.

With a secretive little smile she gets on her knees and looks up at me through her eyelashes. Very, very flirtatious and very, very, very sexy.

“Open up, Princess,” I say holding my cock.

She opens her mouth and I feed my cock into her sweet mouth. With a groan I rake my fingers through her long, silky hair. She sucks me softly, closing her eyes, and moaning with the taste of my cock. It’s so hot to see a woman enjoy sucking me off so much that I almost climax right then and there. I clench my hands in her hair. I don’t want it to be over yet.

Slowly but surely she sucks me to the back of her throat until every inch is inside her. I look down at her, and I swear it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. My cock completely buried in her face. She does this little thing with her tongue that feels as if she’s milking my dick for cum. More cum leaks out of me and gets swallowed by her.

Oh fuck. No one has given me head like this before. I want it to last forever, but it’s so good I can’t last much longer. I throw my head back and feel the thick veins in my shaft pulsing and throbbing, ready to shoot my load. I try to stop myself from climaxing, and a massive shiver goes through my body.

Realizing I’m going to nut, she starts sucking harder and deeper.

“I want you to drink down my cum so that when I leave here I know you’ve got my cum in your belly,” I growl, gripping her hair and pulling her towards my groin.

I shoot my load and her throat closes over my dick as she swallows every last drop. The only thing on my mind is the craving to push her on the floor and eat her pussy, but she is on her feet in a flash and tucking my cock back into my underpants.

“You don’t want to miss your 11.30,” she whispers.

I devour her lips and mouth, and then I run out of that apartment as if the devil is snapping at my heels, because all I want to do is drag her back to bed, and fuck her sweet pussy again and again.

Sofia

A
s I leave the castle with Mika’s warm body tucked under my arm, Lena gently warns me not to fall in love too quickly. Because I have never known kindness from a man she believes I might be susceptible to falling hard at the first act of kindness. I don’t tell her she is too late. I have already succumbed. Hard and big.

I can’t fully describe my magical weekend with Jack and Mika. After all the pain I had been through I can’t believe I can be so lucky. It is just perfect. I’ve never known such happiness. I arrive at Jack’s place in the afternoon. His apartment looks unlived in. It’s very modern and kind of cold actually. The kitchen is completely brand new. It looks like it has never been used. There is not a scratch on all the highly polished surfaces. I open his fridge, and there is nothing in it but an out-of-date carton of milk, a six pack of beer, and a slab of butter.

We go shopping at the little corner shop. A sweet Polish woman serves us. We buy milk, eggs, bacon, bread, strawberry jam, cereal, popcorn and ice cream from her.

That night we order pizza and the three of us of make pigs of ourselves. I eat so much I can hardly move. When Jack carries me to his bed and buries his face between my legs, Mika sits on her bed and watches until she is certain that the animal sounds I am making are not distress calls. Then she lays her head down and closes her eyes contentedly.

Every time Jack wakes me up to rut, she raises her head curiously, but she never tries to come on the bed. In the morning I offer to make breakfast, but Jack says he’d rather I save my energy for fucking, and off he heads into the kitchen.

He comes back with two plates of burnt eggs. I laugh and we eat cereals and popcorn and ice cream in bed instead. Well, what can I say? Ice cream, bed, and Jack. Dirty sheets. Wicked combination.

In the shower, the water bounces off his eyelashes and nose as he pours body shampoo into the palm of his hand. I watch him rub his palms and cup my breasts. The water, the silk of the soap suds, his hot hands. It all makes me quite dizzy. He washes my hair, his hands hypnotic and sensuous. He sucks my skin and leaves little hickeys all over my body.

“I like seeing them,” he says.

“Why?” I ask.

He takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks it for some time. “Men are like dogs. They like to mark their territory.”

“Am I your territory?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Afterwards, we take Mika to the park. While we walk I have to try not to think about his hard body walking next to me and how quickly his cock will respond if I just brush my hand against him.

A woman with a pitbull walks by us and Mika stops to smell him. I am terrified, but it is Mika who gets aggressive. She jumps on his back, then growls at him. The woman just laughs. She thinks it’s cute. But I know her dog can break Mika’s neck in half. Horrified, I snatch Mika up and hold her close to my body.

“Stupid Mika,” I scold. “Don’t do that again.”

Mika whines and shows me her sad eyes. I can never stay angry. I pepper her head with kisses. “I’m sorry I shouted at you,” I croon into her warm silky-soft ear.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Jack notes quietly.

“Yes, she is my daughter.”

He nods and we carry on walking.

We stop at a pancake café and sit at one of the small, rickety tables outside. I know my nose must be red with cold, but he looks at it as if it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. When he looks at me like that I feel as if I have been transported into a movie or another realm. The waitress comes and Jack orders half the menu. She raises her eyebrows. “One pancake is usually sufficient for one person,” she reminds.

I laugh. “Are we going to eat all that?”

“Of course not. But this moment feels like a dream. And dreams should be abundant.”

I know exactly what he means. That is what I have been feeling too. As if I am in a dream. At any moment I could wake up.

Our order arrives. Plates upon plates of steaming pancakes. The waitress drags another table over and joins it to ours. I stare at all the food. It seems a shame to waste it, but I couldn’t give up this moment. The cold, Jack, Mika, the people passing us as if we don’t exist. I have never been in such a situation. It is perfect.

Jack has the breakfast pancake with eggs and bacon, and I try the one with figs and honey and walnuts. I pour syrup over it all, cut a piece and put it in my mouth. It’s absolutely delicious. Part of the dream I am dreaming.

“Let’s try a bit of everything,” I say.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

I reach for the blueberry cream pancake, tear a corner, slip it into my mouth and chew it.

He stares at me in silence. As if watching me eat is the most wondrous thing ever.

“Stop staring,” I say, embarrassed.

He runs his finger on the inside of my wrist. “I could watch you eat all day, Princess.”

“Why do you call me Princess?”

“You live in a castle, don’t you?”

I nod.

“The only fairytale I remember reading is Beauty and the Beast. That’s me and you, babe.”

I giggle. “You’re no beast.”

“Let anybody try taking you away from me.” There is no accompanying smile in his face. He is dead serious.

“Nobody else wants me,” I murmur.

He scowls. “There better fucking not be.”

I laugh and eat until my jeans feel tight. “I can’t move,” I say, rubbing my belly.

“Want me to carry you home?”

I laugh. I’ve never been so happy in my life. “I’m going to get so fat,” I complain.

“Good,” he says heartily. “I like a bit of meat on my woman.”

My woman.
I like the sound of that.

It starts drizzling. The waitress comes out waving her hands frantically. There is something wrong with the mechanism that controls the awning so she wants to move all our food and us inside.

“No,” I say.

She looks at me as if I am mad. “The food will get wet.”

“Bring us the bill,” Jack tells her.

We settle the bill. Jack puts Mika into his jacket and we walk in the rain back to his home. When we get in we tear at each other’s clothes. As if three hours without each other’s body is too long. We have sex on the floor. I open my body to him, to each hard thrust, and the semen when it comes. I welcome it as it spurts thick and deep into my waiting body.

Jack picks me off the floor. “Come on, Princess. Let’s do it properly on the bed.”

Sofia

I
’m lying on a hospital bed in my private room waiting to be prepped for my surgery when Jack walks in. I stare at him. It is a strange thing to see him in his scrubs. I never thought it possible, but he looks even more handsome than he normally does. Butterflies flutter about in my stomach.

“Are you nervous?” I ask him.

He grins confidently. “No. Are you?”

“No. I trust you implicitly.”

“Good. Can I have a taste?”

My eyes widen. “What?”

“One last taste before they wheel you in.”

I shake my head at his brazenness. “That’s not very professional, is it?”

“Nope. And that’s the way it’ll be forever between us.”

He locks the door and walks over to me, mischief in his eyes. He lifts the white gown. “Go on. Be a dirty girl, for me.”

I hesitate only for a second. What the hell. I want it as much as he does. I spread my legs and he swipes his tongue along my seam. Then he eats my pussy, the way only Jack Irish knows how until all the stars collide and I shatter on his tongue.

“I’ve left a wet spot on the bed now. The nurses will see it,” I say.

“Don’t worry about it, Princess. They’re used to all kinds of bodily fluids on the bed.”

I chew my lip. Something’s been worrying me. Maybe I won’t wake up from the anesthetic. Maybe this will be my last time with him. I catch his hand. I want to tell him I love him. He should know. He looks at me expectantly, but the words that come out of my mouth are totally different. “Do you think you’ll get bored of eating me one day?”

“I don’t bore easily. I’ve been drinking milk since I was a baby and I still love it,” he says with a wink.

I smile nervously. I really want to tell him I love him. Just in case I don’t wake up, but before I can pick up the courage, there is a knock on the door.

Jack opens the door and a nurse bustles in.

“Oh, doctor,” she says in a flustered voice.

He smiles cheekily at her. “Good morning, Nurse.”

He kisses me on the head. “I’ll be back to see you before they take you down to the anesthetist.”

While the nurse is taking my blood pressure, Lena comes in. I smile broadly at her. She has never been the same since the afternoon I showed her my back. She howled when she saw it, and the pitiful sound reminded me of our mother. The way she wailed when she lost her baby. That is the only time she wept like that, but it’s never left my mind. She never even cried like that when my father broke her limbs, or that time he plunged her hand in boiling water.

I held Lena, but I couldn’t stop her from crying. I learned that day that no matter how strong she seems we are both irreparably damaged, and all it requires is a trigger to expose that incurable wound. There was nothing I could say or do that would comfort her. When she began to call out to our dead brother, I became frightened. I called Guy. He had gone to Manchester for a meeting. He dropped everything and flew back immediately. Only when she was in his arms did she quieten down. Ever since that day she has become even more protective over me.

“Are you ready?” she asks with a gentle smile.

I grin back. “Yes.”

She walks up to the bed. “Good. It’ll go well. Jack’s one of the best.”

At that moment I get emotional and my eyes flood with tears. She entwines her fingers with mine and switches to Russian. “Oh, darling. Don’t cry. You’ll be fine. I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

I swallow hard and nod.

She takes a tissue out of her purse and dries my eyes. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve come so far. You’re the bravest person I know.”

“I’m not brave. I couldn’t have done any of it without you and Guy.”

She shakes her head. “We gave you the knife. You cut the ropes all by yourself. Every single one. You are free now. Fly the way you were always meant to.”

I grasp her hand and kiss it.

“You should be leaving now, Ma’am,” the nurse says.

Lena lays both her hands on my cheeks and kisses me gently on the forehead. “I’ll be waiting outside. All will be well.”

I watch her leave. A male nurse comes in and starts wheeling me down the corridor. At a station full of equipment Jack appears. He already has his face mask on and his eyes sparkle like the bluest, brightest stones.

“Just relax, Princess,” he says.

A mask is put over my face and the anesthetist asks me to count backwards. I don’t count, I stare into Jack’s eyes and tell him with my eyes that I love him … until blackness comes.

When I wake up, my mouth is dry and I am lying on my front with my cheek resting on the pillow. The first thing my searching eyes see is Jack sitting on a chair nearby, but he is not looking at me. He is staring out of the window into the night, his expression far away. For a few seconds I stare at him in shock. This is surely not the face of a happy man. I thought he was happy with me. Then as if he feels my scrutiny he turns towards me and his face changes instantly. He smiles.

“Hey,” he whispers.

I watch him get up and come to me. “Your surgery went well and I think you’ll be really happy with the result.”

He sounds like a doctor talking to his patient. Then he strokes my hair and he becomes my Jack again. I ask for water. He gives it to me and watches me intently while I drink it.

Though I smile and answer all his questions about how I feel, that faraway, unhappy expression I saw on his face when he thought no one was looking remains at the back of my mind, fraying the edges of my happiness.