Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (15 page)

Boyd dug in with vengeance. After only a few bites, his mouth, chin and fingers dripped with barbeque sauce. Lola looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Dig in.” Wes said, as he smiled and winked.

Between unladylike bites and the taste explosion that was occurring in her mouth, Lola enjoyed her meal. There was very little conversation at the table, as each were consuming their burgers. When Lola was sure nothing else was going to fit in her belly, she let out a sigh of contentment as well as one of desertion. She looked to her right and was met with twinkling blue eyes. Without a word, Wes brought his hand to her face, and gently rubbed his thumb at the corner of her mouth.

“Missed a spot.”

She watched as he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked off the bit of mayo. She was sure she stopped breathing.

“Mmm, delicious. Just like I remember.”

Boyd’s coughing broke the moment.

“Geez, Buddy-Boyd, it’s okay to chew a bit before stuffing more in your mouth,” Lola said, pushing his almost full beverage cup into his hand.

When all of their bellies were full, Wes insisted on paying the tab, before heading out to the jeep. Once again, Wes climbed into the back. Lola headed back the way they came. Most of the ride was quiet, until Lola pulled the jeep up to the gold SUV.

“Wes, wanna come over and play some more Guitar Hero?” Boyd asked.

“Boyd, I think Wes has spent enough time with the Nash siblings. He probably has something to do tonight or maybe even a date.” Lola said, as she looked at Wes, arching her perfectly shaped brow.

“I could be persuaded to extend my time with you. And, as it just so happens, I do not have a date. I very rarely date, and when I do, it is always exclusively. I’m not much on sharing my possessions.” Wes answered never letting his eyes leave hers. Knowing he chose his words carefully and specifically to let her chew on that. “Let me just head home, get a quick shower, then I will meet you at your place.”

With a quick agreement from Lola, she opened her door, allowing him to exit the back seat. Where she stood, with the jeep and door encasing her, it was easy for Wes to crowd her. Leaning down so that only she heard, “You know you will have to be alone with me eventually.”

“I know.”

“Good. And I meant what I said, I don’t share. So from this moment, no other man Lola.”

“No other man.” She whispered.

Her acknowledgment and promise was all he needed to take everything he intended. As he inhaled her scent one more time, he walked towards the Lexus and prayed Lola Nash knew exactly what she just agreed to. Their affair was going to be no everyday sweet dating with some love between the sheets. She just signed on to become his sexual canvas. Everything he has thought and dreamed about doing with her, was now within his grasp. Hell, things he didn’t know he wanted to do were possibilities. He intended to consume, ravage, pleasure and above all possess her and that goddess body, until neither one of them had any sense left in them to do anything else. And he couldn’t wait.

Lola ran around the apartment making sure everything was picked up and if it wasn’t, at least to ensure it was hidden properly. She had enough time to hop in the shower before her doorbell rang. She took two quick deep breaths before opening. There he stood, looking even more gorgeous than he had before. His short blond hair shined in the dimming light coming through the hall window. Wes carried his beautiful form in an open collar button down black shirt, which hung over dark denim. But the most attractive item on his person, was his smile. His eyes pulled tight at the corners of his eyes, but the brilliant blue was still visible. It was then Lola noticed the bouquet he held. Lola lifted her eyes to his, and arched her brow.

“What? You don’t like flowers?” Wes said, as he extended the bouquet to her, and stepped in as she stepped back.

Lola looked at the exquisite blooms. This was no run to the grocery store floral bouquet, these could only come from a florist, and an expensive one at that. The black calla lilies were gorgeous. They were not black like their name depicted but rather a deep purple. Their long, thick, stalk like stem was bundled together with an expensive looking silver satin ribbon.

“I like flowers just fine. You didn’t need to stop and purchase them, but thank you, they are beautiful.”

He liked how she accepted his gift. He was happy in his choice. He knew roses or any other ordinary bud would not do. Someone like Lola deserved something distinctive, yet exotic.

She turned her back on him and took the few steps to grab a pitcher that she kept on top of the refrigerator. Lola gasped when she felt his hard chest against her back. He gently moved her hair so it hung over one shoulder. He leaned down and placed a few wet kisses on her neck, then moving his lips to her ear and whispered, “Where’s Boyd?”

“The shower,” she panted as her head rolled back until it rested on his shoulder.

Wes chuckled but made the most of the time he and Lola were alone. Continuing to nuzzle and nip along her ear lobe, neck and jaw line, he let his hand wind around the front and skillfully flicked the button closure on her jeans. He allowed both hands to separate the stiff fabric as he slid his hands into her panties.

“You robbed me today of your taste when you came. I will not allow that to happen again. I want to taste you on my fingers. I want all of your juices to flow all over my hand so I can suck them into my mouth and savor your cream.

Lola squeezed her eyes shut. His words had made her muscles begin to buzz, now that she focused on his fingers magical maneuvering; she knew her orgasm would peak within seconds. She could feel her muscles beginning to convulse, and within seconds of his increased stimulation right where she needed it, she called out.

God, he loved hearing her loud moan and explicit description of pleasure. He was glad the water in the shower was still running so Boyd wouldn’t hear. He held her mound, containing as much of the vibration of her inner muscles, so that she got that much more out of her pleasure. With one final kiss on her neck, he withdrew his fingers and turned her. Only when she opened her glazed over eyes, did he follow through on his earlier promise. He started with his thumb, sucking it into his mouth and removing all her glorious juice. Quickly moving to his other fingers, giving each the same care; only when all three fingers he used had been thoroughly cleaned, did he speak.

“To steal the phrase from fast food; you, Lola, are definitely finger licking good.”

Soon, Lola was sitting on the couch with her legs curled underneath her watching musical battle after musical battle occur, laughing and utterly enjoying herself. Currently, Wes was ahead in score, but his current solo was not ranking high score. Boyd was chanting smack talk, which only made the intensity on Wes’ face that much funnier to Lola. When the round ended and the screen told Wes he lost, he fell to his knees and continued to fold himself down so he rested on his knees, forearms and head, on the floor. From that position, he loudly complained, “The Devil Went Down in Georgia. Really? There is no one that can play that and score high.”

Both Boyd and Lola told him that Boyd could. With much production, Wes pulled himself off the floor, passed the plastic guitar and restarted the game to watch Boyd play. He sat down next to Lola on the couch, placing his arm over the back of the cushion where her head rested. The two watched as Boyd played, and Wes was honestly beyond impressed. The kid really could play and easily beat his previous score.

They continued to watch Boyd beat level after level. Soon enough though, Lola noticed the clock, “Hey, Buddy-Boyd, I think it is time to turn the game off. There is still time for you to catch that movie you wanted to watch. Head on into your room and you can watch it in there, okay?”

To Lola’s surprise, Boyd didn’t argue. He went about shutting down the game console, and turned to Wes and said, “Can we go see Blossom again soon? Will you come back and hang out with me again?”

“Definitely, my man, as long as it is alright with your sister. Good night Boyd.” Wes returned the fist pump Boyd issued.

“I’m just going to go in and get him settled.”

“No problem. Take your time.”

Lola returned a few minutes later. Wes remained right where he was when she left. She folded herself onto the couch, but put some space between them.

“What are you doing over there?” Wes asked, as he slid closer, effectively caging her in between him and the arm of the sofa.

“Can we talk?” Lola asked, after she returned his sweet kiss.

“Sure.”

“So, who do you know with Down syndrome?” Lola questioned, knowing it was blunt.

Wes smiled infectiously; she missed nothing, and spoke her mind. His respect and attraction for her, increased right then.

“My brother.”

“Ah! How old is he?” Lola asked.

He remained silent for a moment, never letting his eyes leave hers. He knew she understood what he was trying not to say.

Her heart broke for him right then. Not only did he know the ins and outs of having a family member with Down’s, but he also knew, first hand, the severity of health conditions and challenges they face.

“When?”

“About ten years ago. He was fourteen. He lived in Texas with my dad and stepmom. Christopher was such a happy kid but his constant sick body just couldn’t take anymore. He went peacefully though. I was there with him the last few days.” Wes said, swallowing loudly. “Boyd reminds me a lot of Christopher. He is a great kid.”

Lola looked down and toyed with the hem of her shirt. His hand reached out and pulled her fingers away, entwining them with his. His palm was so warm and his thumb rubbed a soft pattern over her skin.

“Now it’s my turn. You are a great sister, but where is everyone else?” Wes probed, keeping his voice low to ensure their conversation was private.

Still looking at their joined hands, she hesitated, but found comfort in his touch. She knew she would tell him, what she very rarely told anyone.

“The same woman birthed both of us.”

Wes thought it was unusual for Lola to word her relationship with her mother like that, but knew not to ask, but rather listen.

“Helene always thought being pregnant, or having an infant was stylish. She knew she would be given extra perks than just any normal beautiful woman got. But, when there was no one left to perform for or reap what she thought were her entitled rewards, all that was left was a woman who didn’t want to care for a child. Any who, Helene suggested maybe it was time to make it on my own, I was fifteen. I was lucky, though. A sweet older woman who lived across the hall from Helene took me in. She was the one who looked after me all the time anyways, I just slept on her couch permanently now. I stayed with her until I finished high school, a year earlier than I was supposed to.” Lola focused on the feeling his soft thumb pad had on her skin. She really hated thinking of Helene, but no sense in not finishing now. “So one day, I was living in Arizona, and I got a call. It was Helene. She said she found my number through a friend of a friend. She wanted to meet for coffee or lunch. Since I knew her pleading would not stop, I agreed. When I arrived at the diner she suggested, she sat there looking perfectly put together with Boyd in a booster seat and a bag packed for him. She told me some sob story of how she was torn up inside because she found this great job on a cruise ship but kids weren’t allowed. She said she knew I wouldn’t want her to miss such a wonderful opportunity. Next thing I knew, she was out the door and Boyd was waving bye to Helene, who was not looking back for him.”

Wes couldn’t believe his ears. He thought due to ill health or death, was the reason why Lola was the primary caregiver for Boyd. Never did he imagine it was because a poor excuse for a woman would just dump her child. As seething as he was toward their mother, once again, Lola’s respectability rose another notch. At this point, he was sure no one other than Mother Teresa could compare to Lola.

“You were what? Twenty-five caring for a toddler?” He asked never letting go of her hand. He watched as her beautiful gray eyes looked soft and inviting.