Chasing Blue: Saviour Series Book Three, page 1
CHASING BLUE
SAVIOUR SERIES BOOK THREE
LESLEY JONES
The Saviour Series
Book Three: Chasing Blue
Lesley Jones
Copyright © 2022 Lesley Jones
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Cover Image by Wander Aguiar.
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organisations or places is entirely coincidental.
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TRIGGER WARNING
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CONTENTS
LINKS
AUSSIEISMS
Dedication
If You Want To Listen To The Music That Inspired Me . . .
Chasing Blue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
Epilogue
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Prologue
Socials & Thank You’s
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AUSSIEISMS
A Little Help With Those Aussisms . . .
Glossary of Terms
The following is a glossary of terms that have been used throughout this book. These euphemisms and slang words form part of the Australian spoken word, which is the basis of this book’s writing style.
Please remember that the words are not misspelt, they are slang terms and are part of the everyday Australian lifestyle. This book has been written using Australian English.
If you would like further explanation or to discuss the translation or meaning of a particular word, please do not hesitate to contact the author – contact details have been provided, for your convenience, at the end of this book.
Arvo: This afternoon
Bird: Female
Bloody Oath: Yes it is/Absolutely
Blue: Argument
Bogan: A person from an unsophisticated or uneducated background
Bonzer/Bonza: Excellent, attractive or pleasing
Bottle Shop: A place where you purchase alcohol
Bub or Bubby: Babe or baby
Cacks: Underwear
Jocks: Underwear
Dag: Unfashionable, amusing, quirky, likeable person
Darl: A term of endearment, like love, hun or babe (abbreviated form for darling)
Doona: Duvet
Feral: Untidy, unclean, unkempt
Grog: Alcohol
Grommet: A young surfer
Maccas: McDonalds
Numpty: Idiot
Pash: Kiss
Pash Rash: What you get from too much pashing (kissing)
Pub: Bar
Pull: To seek out or pursue someone to make out with or get off with
Root: Sex
See Ya After: See you later
Shag: Sex
Sheila: Female
Shit-faced: Very drunk or off their face
Spa: Hot tub or Jacuzzi
Spit and Saw Dust: Rough pub where fights regularly break out
Thongs:Flip flops
Trackie Dacks: Tracksuit/Sweatpants/Jogging Bottoms
Tradie: Tradesman or builder
Tub: A bath or shower
Tubbed: To have bathed or showered
Unit: Small single-story apartment
Ute: Utility vehicle or truck (like a Hilux truck)
You Right? Are you mad/crazy?
Bust Your/My Chops: To give someone shit about something
DEDICATION
For My Mum.
You’re The Strongest Woman I Know!
ONE DAY, WHEN THE WORLD IS READY, I WILL WRITE YOUR STORY.
ALSO . . .
In Loving Memory Of
Marley Jones
My constant side kick as I wrote this story, we all miss you so very much!
Run Free Beautiful Girl.
IF YOU WANT TO LISTEN TO THE MUSIC THAT INSPIRED ME . . .
PLAYLIST
CHASING BLUE
PROLOGUE.
Jack
Then.
I watched as she threw her head back and laughed at something Sammy had said to her as he waited to get served.
Her red hair was piled on top of her head. The wispy escapees from that pile had curled at the back of her neck and in front of her ears in the humidity.
I noticed this because I’d done nothing but watch her. I’d watched to the point I’d actually witnessed one of those curls form.
She turned and replaced the EFTPOS machine on the back of the bar after Sam paid. My position on a stool at one of the high-top tables gave me a glimpse of her round arse in those short shorts.
“Jailbait, mate, not even worth considering. Plus, Ash will have your balls,” my brother, Nate, told me, something I was well aware of.
“She’s working in a bar, she must already be eighteen,” I responded before swigging from my beer bottle.
“And you’re twenty-one, newly single, and not looking for anything complicated. Getting involved with the barmaid at your favourite bar . . . the barmaid who just happens to be the little sister of the bar owner, is about as complicated as it gets.”
Letting out a long sigh, I sliced my eyes to my brother. “I’m just looking,” I answered. “She has a great arse.”
“She has a great everything, she’s fucking gorgeous. Not your usual type, but gorgeous all the same, and for you, little brother, way too complicated.”
“I have a type?” I questioned.
“Yeah, you have a type. Every girl you’ve ever dated has been a clone of the last. Tall, blonde, lean, typical surfie chick.”
I tilted my head to the side as I considered this and nodded. “I have a type,” I agreed. “Maybe that’s where I’ve been going wrong. Maybe it’s time for a change.”
Nate put his bottle on the table and leaned back on his stool. “Listen to your big brother, don’t go there.”
“Chill. I’m just looking,” I told him with a shrug.
I tried.
For a whole week, I tried. And then I went there.
“Does your brother ever give you a night off?” I asked casually as Scarlett placed the ice-cold bottle of Carlton on the bar in front of me.
Her dark, perfectly arched brows pulled down into a frown.
“Me?” she pointed at herself and asked. Her voice sounded a little higher pitched than normal as if surprised at my question.
Beyond ordering food and drink, and the usual barmaid–customer banter, I’d never really said too much to her directly, but all of that had been building up to this moment.
Leaning my elbows on the bar top, I leaned in.
“Well, I’m not talking to Ash, and I’m definitely not talking to Jenny, so that only leaves you, Blue.”
Her lips twitched before pulling up into a full-on smile as she looked down and away from me shyly.
“You got a night off this week?”
“Thursday,” she looked up and said with a shrug, her blue eyes again meeting mine.
“Can I take you to dinner?” I asked.
“On Thursday?”
“Can’t do it Wednesday if you’re working,” I said with my own shrug. “Pick you up around six-thirty. We’ll drive up to Harmony Bay. You like steak? There’s a new steak place there I’ve been wanting to try.”
She stared at me wide-eyed but didn’t speak. My heart was hitting the wall
She didn’t know this, but I’d never in my life asked a girl on a date. Until recently, I’d been seeing the same girl since we were in year ten of high school, so we’d just gone out, and the girls since then . . . I definitely hadn’t dated. Fucked, but not dated. I didn’t even know the name of some of the women I’d been through over the previous three months, but Scarlett, she was different.
I’d watched, I’d tried to stay away, but here we were.
“You gonna say something, Blue?”
She blinked a few times before shaking her head.
“Steak’s good. I know the new place you’re talking about. I heard it’s good,” she finally said with a nod.
“So does good and good equate to a yes you can pick me up at six-thirty? Put me out of my misery here. Say, yes, Jack, I’d love you to take me out, would you, babe?”
That earned me another smile, this time she didn’t look away. Her eyes met mine and held them captive for an unsettling amount of time.
“You want my address?” she finally asked.
“You live with your brother, right?”
“Yeah, but how . . .”
“I know where that is. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty. Bring an empty belly.”
She smiled, licked her lips, and then turned her attention to whoever had just moved in next to me and took their order.
“You coming to the beach party Saturday?” I asked Scarlett, making sure my lips brushed against that sweet spot behind her ear as I spoke.
We’d been seeing each other for a couple of months, and I was falling hard and fast for this girl. Her curvy little body and flame-red hair were the complete opposite of the tall, lean, athletic, sun-bleached blonde surfie chicks I usually picked up at the beach. And her bubbly personality was a welcome change from the toxicity of my last relationship.
Eden, my ex, had been calling me for two days straight now, probably because she’d heard I was seeing someone.
There’d been others since I’d finally called time on our relationship, lots of ‘others’. But they’d all been one-night stands, fuck and runs, blowies behind the shower block at the beach. The toxic kind of sex I thought would help me forget the toxic relationship I’d been in with my ex since the age of fifteen.
And that had been the way I’d planned on spending the summer of two thousand and two, and then I’d walked into Foamies, my usual place to drink or hang out when I wasn’t working or in the water, and there she was, Scarlett O’Brien, my Blue, looking like all the things I didn’t know I wanted.
Like me, she was a local to our small surf town of Palmers Bay, on the East Coast of Australia. We’d even gone to the same school. Because she’d only just turned eighteen, and I was twenty-one, much to my regret, she’d never been on my radar. As soon as I set eyes on her, though, I made it my mission to rectify that mistake.
A useless piece of information my brain had somehow retained came in useful the very first time she’d served me a drink at her brother’s bar. For some reason, that apparently goes back to the eighteen hundreds, redheads in Australia are often referred to as Bluey. Scarlett’s hair is red, so I’d called her Blue as I thanked her for my change, she hit me with a smile that made both my gut and my balls pull tight, and I think I was done from that moment on.
And now, here we were. Two months of seeing each other almost every single day or night, and I was quite willing to let her lead me around by my dick, and I did not give a single fuck who knew it.
Maybe it had been because I knew her presence in my life was only temporary. She was leaving for Sydney to attend University in February. After the disaster that was Eden and me, I’d sworn off anything long-term again. Scarlett now had me rethinking all of that.
I enjoyed every second of her company and worked out ways we could keep what we had going once she left for Uni.
“I’ll have to meet you there. I have work tomorrow night.”
I pulled away so I could look at her pretty face, her creamy skin illuminated by the light beside the front door of her brother’s house.
“You can’t get the night off?”
Her blue eyes danced across my face as she gave a small smile and shook her head.
“I need all the shifts I can get. Rent in Sydney is ridiculous, and I only have four more weeks to save.”
“Fair enough. I’ll come and wait at the bar till you’re done, and we can go together. It won’t pick up till later anyway.”
She tilted her head to the side and shrugged. “You don’t have to do that. Go drink with your mates before I get there, then I won’t feel bad for stealing all your attention when I arrive.”
“Baby, you’ve had all my attention since I first laid eyes on you.”
Sliding my hand to the back of her head, I steered her face towards mine and found her mouth.
My free hand slid under her singlet, and I felt a shudder ripple through her as I made contact with her bare flesh.
It was at this point she usually put a halt to things, so I was shocked as shit when she allowed my hand to keep moving up her body. I brushed my thumb over her nipple at the same time as I deepened our kiss. She groaned into my mouth, making my dick instantly hard.
“Blue, you’re fucking killing me, babe.”
She pulled away swiftly and looked over her shoulder at the house behind her before meeting my eyes again. With a lift of her chin, she said, “Asher’s away for the weekend, d’ya wanna come in?”
I did, I so fucking did. But it was her I wanted to come in, not her fucking house.
“Babe, if I come in, it’ll be torture. I want you so fucking bad; I swear my dick and balls are about to explode, killing me in the process.”
She gave me a grin that had me grinning back like a fucking idiot, but it felt good, right.
This girl had turned my world upside down these past couple of months. I’d been with Eden so long, I’d come to think that fighting, arguing, the constant tantrums she threw, and demands she made were normal in a relationship. We broke up and made up almost weekly, and in the beginning, I thought it was because we were kids, both of us immature, but in six years, nothing changed, and I was finally done with the drama and ended things.
Now, being with Scarlett, I’d realised I should have walked away years ago.
Scarlett’s feisty and opinionated, she had a fiery temper to match her hair, but she listened. She said what she had to say, then she listened to my side. We didn’t fight and argue, we discussed.
Where Eden had become cold and demanding, all I got from Scarlett was heat and an easy-going smile. Being with her was effortless.
It wasn’t what I was expecting, but it’s what I’d come to want, need, crave. I was obsessed, and weirdly enjoyed this new experience.
The sound of Scarlett’s Converse scraping the ground as she poked at the pavers with her toe brought me back to the moment. She looked up, her dark blue eyes met mine, and I watched as she licked her red painted lips, swallowed, and visibly took in a deep breath before saying, “I want you to stay the night . . . With me . . . In my bed,” nodding as she spoke.
Raking her teeth over her bottom lip as she watched me, her nervousness was both cute and sexy as fuck as she waited for my answer.
“You sure?” I asked.
We’d had the talk. She wasn’t a virgin, but she wasn’t very experienced either.
She nodded again. “I’m sure.”
I leaned in and kissed her nose.
“If it’s what you want, then I’m all in. Lead the way, baby.”
