Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (21 page)

Others wanted to talk with the newest attendees and were most unashamed to ask who Wes was and why he was with Lola. At the sound of Wes’ voice, Boyd perked up to his sisters direction and headed over to the duo.

Wes watched as teen boy after teen boy, came over to stand next to or gain even a hint of Lola’s attention. Did not matter age, race, color, or health, the male specie of humans were drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and he was the biggest moth of all. Now that he has had her, he just wanted her that much more. He prided himself on his control of his own raging hormones, but with Lola, she could easily break him of all his learned self-discipline.

“Everyone, this is Wes. He’s my friend. He plays Guitar Hero with me and he says I’m really good.” Boyd exclaimed, wrapping his chunky arm around Wes, as his smile spread when Wes confirmed Boyd’s story and hugged him in return.

“Hey, Boyd, my man. I heard and see with my own eyes, you guys are having a hell of a time. Epic party, epic, I tell you.”

“You wanna stay? You can play Guitar Hero with us or watch movies.” Boyd said, already excited about Wes’ compliment.

“Next time, maybe, Buddy. We just came to drop off your inhaler.” Wes answered and immediately noticed the change in Boyd’s demeanor.

“I don’t need it.” Boyd barked, feeling embarrassed that someone as cool as Wes would think he would.

Yet, it was Lola that spoke up this time, “Buddy-Boyd, don’t be ridiculous. You do in fact need it and I specifically told you to take it with you.”

“No I don’t! I’m going back to play Call of Duty.” Boyd said, trying to head out of the gymnasium.

“Boyd, stop acting like this. Thank goodness, Aimee called me. What if you really needed it and didn’t have it? God forbid you listen to me.” Lola said quietly but sternly. “What do you think KP? Think I would tell him to do something that isn’t right?”

Wes watched as Boyd’s face expressed how he was feeling. So much like Christopher he thought, and Boyd’s reaction clinched the similarity.

“Shut up Lola! You are not my boss! You are just mean and I hate you!”

“Boyd, my man, don’t speak to her like that. Not cool.” Wes said, upset that Boyd would say such things to Lola. That she would allow it.

“Wes! Butt out.” Lola turned on him.

Wes waited for Lola to say something to Boyd for his outburst, but she never did. That is when Wes met Aimee’s eyes, and the communication in that moment was what Wes was beginning to see clearly; she was his biggest defender when the threat was anyone else, but she accepted his behavior towards her. Why? Wes was going to find out.

“Why don’t I just take the inhaler and you guys can get out of here.” Aimee said, extending her hand out to Lola.

“I think Boyd is just going to come home with me. He obviously does not deserve to stay. Not if he is going to make such a mess and then behave like this.” Lola said to Aimee, as she ignored the tummy grumbles from the others at the thought of their friend leaving. “Come on Boyd, time to go.” Lola ordered, well aware, that this meant that her evening plans would come to a halt.

“Really Lola, it’s okay, it wasn’t just Boyd. My guys here know the rules. We thought we’d come in here, let them burn off their obvious energy excesses and then they all know they have to go in and clean up before the marathon continues.” Aimee answered, not wanting to be related to any excuse for Lola not to have the rest of the evening as she should. Aimee felt shitty enough as it was calling her in the first place.

“Lola, Aimee says she has it under control, leave her to it. Besides, Boyd is having fun and we have other plans.” Wes interjected with the addition of teenage boys making comments of what he could mean, as well as sounds of kissing.

Lola was speechless. Did he just tell her what to do? Voicing their plans to a room full of teenagers?

Aimee walked to Lola and took the inhaler. “Really, go Lola. I will not let you use this as an excuse to cut your evening short. You will only regret it if you do.” Aimee whispered so only her friend heard her. Though, given the look coming from Lola, Aimee felt bad for what was coming Wes’ way as far as Lola’s temper. But, then again, if anyone could get her out of a cranky mood, Aimee was sure Wes and his talents could.
Damn!
Aimee was jealous of her friend. She needed a good booty call herself.

“Fine.” She whispered back, hating to admit Aimee was right, she would regret it. “Boyd, you can stay, but you better behave.”

“K,” he answered mumbled like and gave high fives to his friends.

“Shall we?” Wes asked.

“Yeah. Come on.” Lola answered.

Bidding Aimee, Jerry and the boys goodbye, Lola watched as Wes walked over to Boyd, leaned down and whispered something in her brothers ear. Boyd responded with a nod. Lola gave Boyd a one-sided hug and was surprised when Boyd mumbled an apology.

Once outside the gymnasium and making their way to the door and SUV, Wes made an attempt to hold her hand. Lola crossed her arms over her chest.

Once she was seated in the passenger seat and Wes had rounded the hood and got in behind the wheel, Lola turned on him. “How dare you tell me how to handle Boyd.”

Already knowing he was going to be wrong no matter what he said, Wes went for broke, “I wasn’t telling you how to handle him. I was merely reminding you that you trust Aimee. When she says that she’s got the situation under control, perhaps you should give her the benefit of the doubt. Besides, by Boyd leaving the party, would only put a wrench in our evening plans. I told you, I am a selfish man. I have no intention of sharing you tonight. I’ve waited too long for tonight. I’ve waited too long to have you.” Wes stated plainly. “Unless, of course, that was your way of getting out of what is waiting for you when we walk through my door again.”

Goodness, he was intuitive. So what if perhaps she was using Boyd as a buffer, she may feel that way on the inside, but she would be damned if she would admit that to him. “Well, I can tell you nothing is going to happen when we walk through your door, because I am not walking through you door.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m pissed! You don’t get to make ANY decision when it comes to Boyd. We are fine. We don’t need anyone else in our lives. This is temporary. Our lives will go on when you are gone.”

“I wasn’t making…” God she was maddening, but dammit, he was harder for her for it. He was not too keen on her putting their situation into the mix here, but he couldn’t focus on that right now. He would go with plan B, if she hasn’t figured out that he is a very literal man, she soon would; along with being sure not to forget it either. “Okay, you know what, I’m sorry you think I was executing my power over the situation. Won’t happen again.”

“Good.” Lola answered and then remained silent. When Wes jumped on the interstate she spoke up. “What are you doing? I don’t live this way.”

“I know, I do.”

“I told you I was not walking through your door. I haven’t changed my mind.” Now she was arguing just to argue. She had so many emotions raging inside of her that she just needed more time to process everything.

“I figured that.” Now it was Wes’ turn to go silent. Sure enough, Wes pulled into the underground parking garage, and into his designated space.

“Fine! I have to grab my bag anyways. Then you can bring me right home or I’ll call a cab.”

“Whatever you say, Sunshine.” Wes said, waiting for her to join him as they walked toward the elevator.

Wes pressed the call button, and when the doors opened, he quickly ushered Lola in and pushed her against the far wall. Pinning her with his body, he immediately felt her body respond to him. Between her hard nipples and her quickened breath, she could lie to him and herself all she wanted, but this she couldn’t deny.

Speaking against her lips he huskily asked, “What were you saying about leaving?” Not even giving her the opportunity to answer, he slipped his tongue inside and ravaged. His hands were everywhere. His pelvis was pressed against her, and its hardness evident. He lifted her leg so her thigh rested on his hip, giving him an even better fit.

Soon her hands were just as furious and seeking as his. Their tongues tangled together in such an erotic dance. She couldn’t get close enough. Her hands began roaming under his shirt to his harden muscles, until finally she found his hard nubs, squeezing one then the other. Then they went for his belt; quickly unbuckling and opening his jeans.

“Sunshine, I admit I don’t mind paying the small fortune I do for my condo, but I don’t think the co-op would appreciate if I fucked you right here in the elevator.”

“Shit.” Was all Lola could say. How could she go from only accompanying him to grab her bag to almost having sex with him right here? Oh yeah, this was Wes, she was sure he could probably get her to streak through Gillette stadium if it meant feeling his dick anywhere near her body.

They stumbled out of the elevator, and walked awkwardly still entwined with each other to his door. He quickly opened it, shutting it and pinning her back to the door. Her shirt and bra were gone within seconds and moments later barefoot with her jeans off too. Grinding his still covered pelvis into her already soaked panties, he once again lifted her knee so that he could be cradled further into her. Feeling her wetness through his jeans and smelling her musk, only turned up his heat even that much more.

“You want me to take you right here up against the door, because I am perfectly happy with that. But what I have in mind, is also appealing.”

“What do you have in mind?” She asked between deep kisses and finger fondling.

“Come and I’ll show you.”

“Promise, I’ll come.”

“Sunshine, that is my first requirement.”

Bringing her back into his bedroom, Lola was surprised to find that her cheeks heated as she looked at the ruffled bed coverings. Memories of what they did there flooded her memory and phantom feelings took over her body of all that he made her feel. Lola watched as Wes went to the large walk in closet and came out with a black box.

“Take your panties off, Lola. Lay on your stomach, in the middle of the bed.”

Lola laid on her stomach per his instruction and watched over her shoulder as he opened the box. Wes sighed but then removed four gold satin lengths, reminding her of a sash for a robe. Using the intricate metal slates of the headboard, Wes tied each of her arms to the bed. Loose enough not to affect her circulation, but strong enough that she was immobile. Lola was curious what the other two sashes were for, when Wes walked to the foot of the bed. She knew there was no footboard so he couldn’t be tying her legs down, could he? Sure enough, Wes kneeled down and used some sort of fixture on the floor to tie each of her ankles to. Her heart rate increased at the uncertainty of the moment from fear. Was this more than she could handle? Was this more than she wanted? He pulled a gold sleep mask from the box next.
Oh God, he was going to blindfold her! Ooh God, oh God.
Now she felt as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

“Relax, Sunshine. I am not going to hurt you, I promise!” He said before he slid the mask over her head.

Lola could no longer see anything other than the darkened gold satin. But her other sense increased. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could sense where he was relative to the bed. He was standing at the foot of the bed. Her assumption was correct when he touched her right ankle.

“Are you comfortable? Are the bindings too tight? They are meant to be, but not enough to make you uncomfortable or to hurt.”

“No. It doesn’t hurt.”

“Good. I love the ink, by the way. Such a beautiful design, later you will have to tell me what the words mean. I’m not familiar with that language. But that will have to wait.” Then silence.

Lola tried to listen for any movement, or feel any sort of vibration, but there was nothing. Either he didn’t move or was incredibly good at disappearing. Finally she noticed a change; an aroma, something with vanilla. Then she felt a cool liquid being poured on her back. Most of it pooled at the small of her back but some rolled down her sides. The longer the liquid stayed on her skin, the warmer it got, until it was hot. Not hot as in burning, but rather increased sensitivity. The mattress dipped by her hip and then his hands were there. Rubbing the oil all over her back, her shoulders and down her arms. Wes was focusing on the top half of her body in such a fabulous massaging motion, Lola could feel her eyes going heavy. Unfortunately before she knew it the comfort and skill of his hands were gone too quickly. The loss of contact, immediately woke her.

“Wes?” No response. No movement.

Then his slick fingers were rubbing her ass cheeks and the back of her thighs. How could she never know that having her cheeks rubbed could be so relaxing. Then, immediate loss of contact, again. She did not call out for him this time, just waited for the next touch. But it never came. When she was sure she would go mad from the silence and unknown, she felt a strange sensation along her spine. She didn’t know what it was. It was light and ever so grazing, but intense.

“What is that?” Lola asked, and wasn’t surprised when there was no answer.