Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (12 page)

Lola was ready for this night to be over. She didn’t know when it happened, but one minute Wes Thompson was tucked into his corner seat and then he wasn’t. She hated admitting, even to herself, she was disappointed. Taking the offer to head out early, Lola cashed out, and headed off to the back to get her coat and bag. When she reemerged from the small employee room, she noticed Wes waiting for her in the quiet hallway, away from the bar and patrons. The thumping from the music could be felt in the floor vibrations, but that is where any outside noise ended.

He casually leaned against the wall giving the impression he had all the time in the world. She hated to admit but the dimly lit hallway gave him a cover of shadows that made him even more alluring. His physical strength was apparent under his open collared dress shirt. The stark white against his golden hued skin gave an image of classic executive. Yet, Lola knew the truth. Yes, he may be all business by day, however at night he was anything but. A private sex God who she was sure could make any woman feel things that they’ve only read and dreamed about.

“Hello, Lola. I wanted you to know, that I’m done playing. I’ve tried to be patient, I’ve tried to give you time to accept this. Since you are so sure you can fight this, I’m just going to do what I should have done when I saw you almost a year ago.” And with that said, Wes broke the short distance and leaned down and took possession of her mouth. With the wall at her back, he easily molded himself to her. His mouth fitted over hers perfectly. Her lips were soft, and to his surprise, not at all hesitant. He slid his seeking tongue in between her plush softness, and stroked her tongue in primal fashion. She purred at the back of her throat, fueling him to continue this sensual assault. With the thud of her bag hitting the floor, she lifted her hands to his chest, but he quickly removed them, moving them to over her head, where he held them both in one of his. This position pushed her full breasts into his chest. Through the material of both his shirt and hers, he could feel the tight buds of her nipples.

He continued to devour and savor her taste. It was better than he ever imagined. Those sounds she made, were making him consider things that shouldn’t be considered. His straining cock, rubbed up against her belly, probing itself into her flesh, as if telling her, he found her very appealing. Their tongues danced together before he gently bit her lower lip. The sensation in combination with her scent, evoked feelings of pure desire to dominate. He used his free hand to tangle into her hair, fisting its locks into a tight pull. He broke the kiss, but did not break contact with her lips. Deep blue met hazy gray. Their panting was the only sound other than the vibration of the music.

“Just so we are clear, this is your doing.” He said, as he once again kissed her. He released her hands, allowing his hand to roam over her ass. Kneading the plump flesh, he lifted her thigh, holding it at his hip, allowing his throbbing dick to fit into her womanly cradle. His tongue couldn’t get deep enough. He wanted to swallow her whole. Knowing that he needed to stop but he just couldn’t. He needed this, he needed to know exactly how she tasted. He needed to know that his intentions were clear from this moment on. He would possess her in every way. She would succumb to him and she would love every minute of it. Now that he knew her flavor, he would not be able to go long without it.

Lola wanted to fight this, but it was as if her brain had lost all communication with her body. She felt him everywhere. God, could a kiss be this hot? She could feel her own juices getting ready to explode. Her core vibrated in time with the beat. Yet, nothing else existed but them. His hands and tongue weaved the most erotic formula. She raised her hands, one rested at the back of his neck while the other wound around to his back. She dug her nails in, feeling the heat coming from his skin through the material barrier. She held him to her, knowing not only was she going to accept this; she was going to crave it. Complete abandonment is where they were heading. She was going to fly into oblivion at the expertise of this man. Moreover, for the first time, she caved to her own desire and decided she would not fight it anymore. Knowing this was just sex, she felt she earned it. She deserved it. Above all, she would survive after it was done.

Their kiss ended as the music did. He touched his forehead to hers, easing his grip on her hair, he rubbed his thumb over her swollen bottom lip. He had never felt like this before, the pride and virility for making her look dazed and utterly aroused, boiled up inside him. But this look was just the beginning for them. He intended to see her like this many times, as well as her begging him for more delicious and erotic torture.

“Tell me when I can see you? And I don’t mean for thirty minutes, I’m going to need a long block of uninterrupted time to even begin to satisfy my appetite for you.” He whispered, swallowing loudly as if his mouth was anticipating another taste.

Her mind was blank. She didn’t know when she would be able to see him, but if the look in his gorgeous eyes were any indication to his intent, she better figure it out fast. “I, uh, will have to let you know.”

“Do that, but don’t keep me waiting, because as I said before, I’m done being patient.” He straightened, adjusting his clothing to hide his bodily reaction before leaning in, placing a chaste kiss to her nose, and turned leaving her in the hallway. Lola watched as he disappeared from sight.

“Come on Buddy-Boyd, we are going to be late.” Lola said from the door.

Thirteen days had passed since their hallway encounter and for someone who said he was done being patient, he certainly changed his mind suddenly. Jeez, she was willing to screw him there right up against the wall. She has been walking around aroused for two weeks; hanging on his words of intent along with how he made her body feel. Honestly, she was getting pissed at his change of heart. Typical, she lets down her wall and signs on to have this affair with him and then, bam, nothing. When he does finally call, he tells her to wear comfortable clothes, bring Boyd and meet him out on some back road thirty miles away. She should have just hung up on him; but instead, she found herself agreeing.

Forty-five minutes later, they had arrived at the discussed meeting locale, and Lola finally laid eyes on the gorgeous yet completely confusing man. No man should be allowed to look that good. He wore soft looking light denim with a blue and black flannel shirt. The bright color of the shirt, made his already brilliant eyes, spark that much more. He was leaning back against a gold Lexus SUV, with his long legs crossed at the ankles, sporting cowboy boots. Lola never found reason to find that style of boot attractive before, but seeing them on him, made her start to think of him naked except for the boots and a cowboy hat.

“Hi. Glad you could make it.” He said straightening as he started toward her Jeep. His eyes never left her face. Feeling as if he has finally been able to take a full breath because she was finally in front of him. She looked amazing. Clad in dark denim, with combat boots, which should make her look anything but beautiful, but on her, he thought she was even prettier because of them. Again, she wore a concert shirt, this time for a lesser-known alternative band, but he liked their music, and considered himself a fan as well. “Yo Boyd, my man, ready for a surprise I have lined up for you?”

“Uh ha!” Boyd said with a large smile.

Before Lola could warn Wes what was coming, Boyd ran full force into him, wrapping his chunky arms around him, effectively catching Wes off guard and knocking him back several steps. The apology was on the tip of her tongue, but stopped there when she noticed Boyd’s smile reflected on Wes’ face.

“You almost knocked me on my ass, my man. Next time, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep my balance. I think the Patriots need to get you on their radar for their defensive line.” Wes wrapped his arm around Boyd’s shoulder, causing the younger man to look up, as any child would to an idol and hero, completely awe struck.

“Did you hear that Lola, Wes thinks I can play football?” Boyd’s voice was thicker than usual, which usually happened when he was over excited.

“I did. But let’s hold off on a road trip to Foxboro, okay?” Lola said, knowing that she would be hearing all about football for the immediate future.

Wes leaned in, sly like, and whispered a little too loudly, “Women.” He gave Boyd another squeeze and then said, “So why don’t you guys hop on into my ride, and we will just go down the road a bit, to our destination.”

Catching Boyd before he took his first step, Lola said, “No, that’s okay, we will follow in the jeep. Hop in Boyd.”

Lola watched as Wes’ mouth curved into a far too sexy smirk, before he gave her a two finger salute and headed toward the Lexus. She pulled out behind him, ignoring Boyd’s repeating question of why they couldn’t go with Wes. She pondered if everything concerning Wes Thompson was gold. She imagined he slept beneath a gold comforter and between golden silk sheets that probably cost more than her jeep. Suddenly images flooded her brain, her bare back on cool silk, arching up as soft knowing lips traveled south, creating a trail of wetness to their ultimate destination… The sudden jostle of the passenger side tires hitting the gravel of the shoulder, brought Lola back to reality. She continued to follow Wes, squeezing her thighs together to somehow relieve the ache that was suddenly demanding her attention.

Wes pulled onto this small gravel drive. Lola followed slowly behind, noticing the sign, Callaway Horse Farm. As they crested a hill, Lola saw a quaint farmhouse with a large barn in front of a background containing, a spectacular mountain view. The instant swarm of butterflies in her stomach only added to her already trembling limbs.

Boyd bound quickly out of the Jeep, running full force into Wes, who was anticipating it this time.

“Are we really going riding? For real?” Boyd asked against Wes’ shirt, where his face was buried.

“You bet. Thought we’d spend the day getting you used to being on horseback and perhaps enjoying the trails,” Wes said, looking down at the smiling face of Boyd.

He then looked toward Lola, noticing immediately her less than thrilled look.
Well, well, well, so Miss Nash was nervous.
Wes would make sure to use her lowered guard, from her nerves, to his advantage.

“You are not afraid to ride, are you Lola?” he said with that sexy smirk back in place as he closed the distance between them.

“No, I’m not afraid,” she lied, boldface, “I just would have liked to come better prepared, is all.”

Leaning in to ensure Lola was the only one to hear, “Good. I want to be sure you enjoy riding, works into my plans for you to straddle me later.”

“Yeah, well, I might have rethought my decision to do anything with you. And I have no plans to straddle your lap, now or later.” Lying again, but she needed to make sure she was going to call the shots of what she did and didn’t do.

“Well, we will see if perhaps I can persuade you back over to the willingly participating side,” he leaned in and almost touched his lips to hers, looking directly into her widened gray eyes and said, “and I didn’t say anything about my lap, I was thinking more along the lines of my face.” He stuck his tongue out ever so quickly, effectively licking the crease between her lips, before turning away and walking with Boyd into the stable.

Good Lord!
If that quick lick didn’t bring vivid images of him licking her other lips. It would be a miracle if she didn’t spontaneously combust any moment. When Lola finally moved herself from her frozen spot outside, she walked into the darkened stable toward Wes and Boyd, who were speaking with a tall lanky man wearing a cowboy hat. As she made her way to them, she noticed the rich wooden boards housing the horses. The large sliding doors to each stall looked heavy and sturdy. Some were open, showing an empty stall, while a couple others were closed with the beautiful animals within. Lola’s eyes rested on a pretty brown and white horse with almost a blonde colored mane. Something about the animal calmed a few of the butterflies within Lola.

She reached Wes in time to hear the cowboy say to him, “Sorry, Wes. I know you called in and reserved three, but there are only two available. One of the large groups apparently couldn’t count correctly.” His young pockmarked face looked toward Lola and said, “Ma’am.”

Putting an arm around Lola, letting his hand rest on her waist, Wes answered, “No problem, Logan, we’ll take two and just double up. Lucky can handle two easily enough, and I see Blossom is available.”

“I’ll saddle Blossom up. Why don’t you head on out to the back pen, I’ll bring her out first,” Logan said, as he started toward the mare Lola had noticed when she came in.

As they headed out to the back pen, Boyd was the first to notice the dark brown quarter horse, whose rider was leading around the circular pen in a canter. He raced toward the white fence.

Wes took the opportunity awarded him, stopped, and turned Lola into him, so both his hands rested on her waist.

“Come on, it will be fun. I look forward to showing you all kinds of ways to mount...and if I’m lucky, plan on riding bare back.” He said, leaning in and finally claiming her mouth, as he has wanted to for far too long. He meant for it only to be a quick sweep in and out, but once he tasted her flavor on his tongue, he found himself losing control of his intentions.