Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (30 page)

Talk about putting her on the spot.
Arching her brow, Lola looked at the taller one, then with a pent up breath, she exhaled and knew her decision was already made.

Boyd’s tantrum stopped immediately and he started jumping up and down with his hands in a half prayer movement, as he pleaded, “Come on Lola, please.” He was acting as if he had ants in his pants for all the jumping he was doing, the action for some reason made her smile. There was something about his face, in pure genuine joy mode, that she just couldn’t say no to.

Ignoring the bouncing teenager she looked toward the man who opened this can of worms, “You sure?”

“Wouldn’t offer, if I wasn’t.”

Looking from Wes’ handsome face to Boyd’s excited one, Lola found herself saying, “Alright. But there are rules, Boyd.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Rules schmules.” Boyd mumbled to his sister before wrapping his arms around Wes and yelling with excitement, “So we are really going to see Blossom? Do you think she remembers me? It’s been a while since I’ve seen her, I hope she hasn’t forgotten about me.”

Wes smiled at Boyd’s excitement. He knew how attached he got with the horses, he was glad to see Boyd was as well. “How could she forget a good looking guy like you?” Wes answered, before leaning in closer, mumbling, “better bring some sugar cubes just in case.”

“Alright, I will!” Boyd yelled, then turned to his sister and gave her the first official joyous hug she had received from him in a long time. She couldn’t help but return it and hold him a little bit tighter and longer than he wanted her to. “Okay, I’m going to go tell the guys.”

Lola and Wes watched him run back towards the center. He stumbled a few times, but it didn’t hinder his speed or determination. Knowing it was silly, she found herself placing her hands on her lower stomach when she watched Boyd do such a thing. Like always when she lets these thoughts in, she can’t help but feel phantom pains deep down in a place that is hollow.

“You okay?” Wes asked, watching as Lola’s face went from happy to sad very quickly.

“Oh, yeah. I’m good.” Taking a breath and reclaiming her composure, “Thanks, I appreciate you doing this. Means a lot to him.”

Unable to resist, Wes lifted his hand so it cupped her cheek, while the other hand linked a finger through her belt hole , effectively pulling her towards him until they were chest to chest.

“As happy as your appreciation means to me, I want to spend some time with Boyd. He is a great kid. You know it wouldn’t hurt you to let someone else help you, and him, out every now and then.”

His words upset her. He made her feel like she was helpless or worse off when it was just her and Boyd. No one would make her feel this way. As the feeling of annoyance washed through her, Wes noticed on her face, letting out a deep sigh as he looked to the sky. “What did I do this time?”

“We are just fine on our own. We don’t need help or handouts.” She snapped at him, trying to pull herself away but his grip was to secure.

“Christ, Woman! You really are infuriating, you know that! I never once doubted your ability to handle anything that comes your way. All I said was, I’d like to spend some time with him. You shouldn’t be so defensive, like you are right now, when I, or anybody else, offers to help.”

She watched as the blue of his eyes grew clear and cold like he was looking directly into her soul. His cheeks flushed red and his temple twitched; God he looked sexy right now. He was sex on legs every moment of every day, but seeing him angered only made her want him that much more. Didn’t matter where they were, didn’t matter how she felt moments ago, seeing him; she wanted him. Would it always be like this? Would she experience this with anyone else?

“I want you.” She whispered, as she stood up on tiptoes and began kissing him inappropriately.

Wes quickly lost sense of where they were. When he reached for her breast, squeezing and emanating a vocal moan from Lola, is when his senses returned.

“Unless you want to be fucked on a piece of construction equipment that has the S&D logo, I suggest you take these kissable lips, this suckable tit and your fuckable ass elsewhere, or so help me God, I won’t be responsible for my actions,” he added with biting her full, swollen lower lip.

After hearing his threat to do such an indecent thing, she surprised herself by being utterly disappointed he stopped.
Great, Lola! You may have just crossed the point of no return.

The week had gone by in a blur. Lola had worked seven nights straight, three of those days, double shifts. Needless to say, by Saturday morning, she was exhausted. Boyd woke her in his normal fashion of demanding her to get up so he could play his video game. Dammit, I knew I should have put it in his room. If she was sure he would not wake up in the middle of the night to play it, she would consider moving it. But she just couldn’t count on Boyd not doing it. So she was stuck with the constant, early wake up calls.

As she stood at the counter, pouring herself a freshly brewed strong ass cup of coffee, she couldn’t help but yawn one after another. She jumped at the sound of the door knock behind her. Knowing it could only be one of two people, it was not a surprise when she opened the door to find Wes standing there looking sexy as all get out. She’s had vivid dreams of him in loin clothes, to his tux from the gala to his satin gold drawstring pants, all resulting in her waking; wet, aroused, and in the need of the kind of relief that only Wes could give her. She bit her lip as she thought of it.

“Good morning, Sunshine. God, you are a sight for sore eyes.” Wes said. After leaving Boyd in Aimee’s care last night around seven, he headed to Olympus and dealt with a situation he should have dealt with a while back. The decision was made, now was time for the fallout to come. But he couldn’t think about that now, he wanted to focus on these few hours with Lola and Boyd.

“Everything alright?” Lola asked concerned.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”
Ever!
Wes smiled when she did in response. How could someone look so beautiful rumpled as she did. Here she stood in a raggedy not quite white anymore t-shirt and shorts that had seen better days, but he thought she looked amazing. Beauty was easy to enhance, most females were even pretty good at it, but Lola…she was miles ahead of everyone else. She had natural beauty that went far beyond her beautiful skin and gorgeous smoky eyes. His grandmother had a saying, “Anyone can smile with their mouth, but it takes a genuine soul to smile with their eyes.” Until he met Lola, he thought he knew what the saying meant, but now, he knew he was completely wrong. No one speaks with their eyes as Lola did. Wes rubbed his thumb across her scrumptious mouth, before capturing it with his mouth for a long, slow and passionate kiss.

He tasted of coffee and mint, and she thought it was the greatest taste in the world. It was then she noticed the cardboard tray containing two large coffee cups and a bag of what could only be bakery delicacies.

“You are awesome. But you will be my hero if it is a black coffee.” Lola said taking the tray from him and turning to place it on the counter.

Wes chuckled as he entered the apartment the rest of the way, closed the door behind him, and enjoyed the view she offered of her glorious butt. “You think I would ever forget your non-girlie taste, toward what I consider the fourth best tasting thing in the world.”

Lola turned around, with an arc of her brow, intrigued at his listing. “Fourth? What are your top three?”

With an instantaneous sexy smile, he lowered his voice, backed her between the counter and refrigerator, caging her in with a hand at each side of her waist. Leaning down so that his lips barely touched hers, he said, “Number three is Glen Livet. There is nothing better than the smoky taste that burns just like a lick of fire on your throat. Number two is a woman. They are sweet like the finest chocolate, salty like the best of guilty pleasures, and spicy like an intense inferno on the palate. But my favorite taste, one that I would give my life for, just to have a another hit of…is you. The moment I have your flavor on my mouth, I feel like I’ll never again know what it is like to be satisfied. I can’t concentrate when you are near, almost as if my subconscious knows you are there and demands nothing less than a taste. If I thought a deal with the devil would keep my supply coming, I’m willing to sign my soul over and meet Lucifer now.

What the hell is someone supposed to say after hearing something like that?
The fact that she was no longer wearing dry panties was a moot point. Lola was completely and utterly speechless.

“Muffin?” Wes asked, as if he didn’t just say to her what he did.

Muffin? What the hell is a muffin?
Lola’s brain was fumbled and frazzled right now.

“Are you two done? I’m starting to get sick.” Boyd said, as he stuck his finger toward his mouth while making sounds to imitate vomiting.

“My man, you don’t know what you’re missing. Come get a muffin. I got an extra-large blueberry just for you.”

“Wes, that is too much for him. Half, Boyd.”

“Lola, he’s a growing boy, let him eat the muffin.”

Annoyed that he would step on her toes…again. “Boyd I said half! Not that it is any of your business Wes, but Boyd needs to watch his sugar and that muffin is way too big.”

“Trust me, Wes, sometimes it is just easier to do as she says. She can be a really big b sometimes.” Boyd rolled his eyes, taking his muffin back to the couch.

“Boyd! Watch it.”

“Not cool, my man. You don’t talk about a woman like that, especially your sister. After all, she puts up with your smelly butt,” Wes said, trying to seem repulsed, but the immature retort made that somewhat hard.

After they each enjoyed their breakfast, Wes talked them into joining him for a walk at Quincy Park. It was a beautiful autumn day and Wes knew there was a street fair happening at the park. Lola agreed to let them go if the toilet and bodily function jokes she was subject to at breakfast stopped, especially since they were going to be in public. Both Wes and Boyd agreed, after another round of what they swear was the finale.

By the time they reached the park, a good amount of people were there. The different street vendors kept Boyd occupied as he had to look at everything and question every person as to why they were selling their items. Most were good hearted about it, but one lady rudely told Boyd to go away. Before Lola could come to his defense, Wes did, saying, “ignorance is just as hurtful as violence.” He then wished the woman good luck with selling her junk. Boyd was completely star struck. Wes walked on water in the younger man’s eyes. Lola’s heart grew.

After watching some street performers and grabbing a couple of hot pretzels, Boyd met a playful golden retriever, and with permission of her owner, played fetch with her. The young woman, was blatant in her figurative drooling looks as she kept peeking at Wes, but he was nothing but polite. While Lola and Wes sat on a bench enjoying their pretzels and watching Boyd enjoy his canine friend, Lola decided to talk to Wes about a matter that had been plaguing her for days.

“Boyd really had a great time this week. Between the horseback riding, the movie and then the go carts, I don’t think a week will ever be as exciting for him,” hoping he understood her appreciation for all the things he has done with Boyd.

“I’m glad. We had a lot of fun. He really is a great kid.” Wes answered, taking a hefty bite out of the salty treat.

“So, I was wondering, do you still have that extra ticket?”

“Ticket?” Wes asked, watching Boyd now rolling on the ground with the dog.

“For the game tomorrow?”

Turning his attention from the boy dog duo to Lola, “Yes.”

Phew
. “If you’re sure he won’t be a problem. I know he would really like to go. But, I insist on paying for his ticket.”

Anything for her brother. The woman was one of a kind. “I got them as promo from the company, so nothing to pay for.” Not that he would take money from her. When she looked at him like she didn’t believe him, he added, “really, I didn’t buy them.”

“Well, then let me give you money for his food...or gas...or parking. I insist.”