Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (34 page)

He laughed out loud, “Oh you sexy little she-devil.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lovely lips.

“Please, may I have my gift?” She asked softly.

“Well since you asked so nicely, yes you may, as long as you pay the toll.” He held the bag out, when she went to grab it, he pulled it back out of reach.

She willingly went up on tiptoes and leaned in to his mouth. Extending her tongue out, she licked the crevice of his closed lips. When he opened for her, she took control of a hot demanding kiss and soon lost focus of the earth below her and the force of gravity holding her to it.

When the kiss ended, she held her hand out for the bag. Lola opened the bag pulling the small piece of fabric out and yelled sarcastically, “Oh, you are hysterical!”

Wes smiled from ear to ear while he looked at the girl he couldn’t wait to see in that barely there thong that had Patriots Girl stitched across the small front. “I figured when you drop them, we can be sure where your loyalties lay.”

“Oh, there will be no doubt where I lay for loyalty.” She purred.

“Damn straight.” He promised, before he claimed her lips again.

Three weeks have passed and what a whirlwind it has been for them. First him being called out to Syracuse and Phoenix on business, then Lola picking up extra shifts at Cal’s, and Boyd being sick with a bout of the stomach bug. It seems like forever since the night of the football game when she gave him a promise about the panties he bought her. Thoughts of that promise raided his mind constantly. He wanted to stay with her that night, but she asked him to go. He did, said he understood, but the truth was, he didn’t. Then to add insult to injury, when he got home that night, he couldn’t even smell her on his pillow because she had changed the sheets. He thought how he would remind her the next day how she is never to change their sheets again, but he never got the chance. During their time apart they had talked on the phone multiple times a day, but that wasn’t the same as having her close; smelling her scent, touching her body, or slamming into her on the primitive of levels. This was where he wanted to be. This was his goal, and finally he achieved it.

“God I need this! You feel so fucking good.” Wes said as his sweat-covered body hammered into Lola’s spread thighs.

“Oh, please let me come. I need to come!” Lola shouted out her plea.

“I want to shatter into oblivion together.”

Lola looked up into his eyes and saw something different, something almost tender. The sensation of her building orgasm was igniting all her nerve endings, starting as quivers in her core, and quickly spreading out to her limbs.

Lola knew she would be bruised in certain places due to his more than usual intensity, but she welcomed the discomfort. They were connecting on a different level. Oh how three weeks felt like an eternity. When she heard he was back, this was all she could think about, so yes, she would willingly pay the price for his absence.

“FUCK YEAH!” Wes bellowed as he began to erupt, “Come Baby, come for me.”

Lola willingly and happily let go and it was like nothing ever before.

Later as they lay recouping from ecstasy, Wes pulled Lola further into his chest, tightening his hold on her. Knowing there was so much he still wanted to tell her, but honestly just enjoying the moment.

“Did I tell you that Aaron’s Place may not have the equestrian program after all?” Lola fingered lazy circles in his chest hair.

“No. What happened?” Wes asked, surprised.

“Well first, the news that Instructor Coleman passed away, then Aimee got walloped with news the grant she was using to support the program got revoked. She is still trying to rework the numbers, she just hates to cut the programs that are already in place. The construction has been paid for, but it still doesn’t leave enough to do all that she had planned. Aimee is beside herself.”

“So what is she going to do?” Wes asked, as thoughts and possibilities began to play in his mind.

“I’ve got some calls out, but people suck, they don’t want to sign on for disabled kids. It’s disgusting and frustrating, but I’ll find someone.”

Was now the time to tell him about the first note and the subsequent other two she has received?

Knowing it was now or never, she said with as much confidence as she could muster, “Look, uh, I have something I need to tell you.”

That didn’t sound good. “Okay. But, first have I told you how much you deserve to be worshipped. This beautiful gorgeous made for sin body should be worshipped.”

How was she supposed to tell him this when he said something like that, and why did his words make her uneasy? Goodness this was hard. “I’ve been getting some unusual notes from someone at work.”

“What kind of notes?” Wes didn’t know where this was going and was still focusing on her gorgeous full breast that he was currently flicking its hard point with his thumb..

Ugh, maybe she should of kept her mouth shut, and how the hell was she supposed to say anything with him doing that to her. “Uh, notes about things you and I have done.”

Suddenly stopping, Wes shot up into a sitting position and was immediately on the defense. “WHAT!?!”

“Don’t yell at me.”

Wes closed his eyes, trying to reign in his sudden fury. “I’m sorry. Tell me about these notes.”

She suddenly felt nauseous, “They’ve been passed to me on different nights by a man that disappears as soon as the note is given to me. Always by a different server.”

What the fuck!
“Did you tell Cal? Jeff?”

“NO! I couldn’t tell them!”

“Why the hell not?” Wes was seriously pissed now. She is receiving notes that are obviously upsetting to her and she doesn’t tell anyone at work. Of course, classic Lola.

Why is he yelling at me?
“Don’t fucking yell at me, Wes. It isn’t my fault that some perv fucker is watching your windows knowing what we are doing.”

Feeling anger radiate throughout his whole body, barely above a whisper he spoke, “What did the fucker say.”

As furious as Lola was, how Wes looked right now, made her move back on the mattress. She knew he wouldn’t physically hurt her, but she had never seen this side of him.

Suddenly feelings of shame began to takeover, “He liked how my tits looked against the glass.”

This couldn’t be happening, Wes thought. “What else?”

Complete shame, she shouldn’t have told him, “Since I enjoyed it rough I should ask about the chain.”

Wes froze.

“What does that mean, Wes?”

Not only was this happening, he knew exactly who the fucker was.

“Nothing! FUCK!”

More moments went by without a word between them. Lola was the first to break the silence. “Wes?”

He could only see the need to rectify this situation now, and that was exactly what he was going to do. Wes walked silently into his closet, quickly dressed with all thoughts of rectifying this situation immediately.

“Where are you going?” Lola asked, feeling anxious.

“To take care of this problem.”

“What? Wait, you know who this is?” She didn’t know if she felt relief or sorrow at this fact.

“I have a fucking good idea.” Placing his keys and wallet in his pocket, he turned to her still naked beautiful voluptuous form on the bed. “Until this is handled, you and Boyd are staying here with me. No argument, Lola.”

Coldness filled her entire body, “Is this about Olympus?”

Wes didn’t deny it.

“Oh my fucking God! Why didn’t I figure this out sooner? I’m such an idiot. I need to get out of here.” As she quickly bounded up from the bed and threw her clothes on.

Wes quickly rounded the bed, gripping her arm. “Where are you going? Lola, fuck! Talk to me!

“I can’t do this! What was I thinking signing on for anything more than sex with a God? I apparently can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality. This sick fuck that has driven me mad these last few weeks with these fucked up notes, made me actually feel like something was my fault. The only fault I’m guilty of, is ever laying eyes on you,” she pushed past him, but he continued with his pursuit. “Staying with you, doing things like a little family. I should have never agreed to any of this. And the worse thing I’ve done is involve Boyd. He is the one that is going to be hurt in all this. He is the one who will be left miserable when we are done screwing our brains out. Which, by the way, is over!” She continued on her venture toward the door.

He couldn’t help but hit below the belt, “Yeah, you just continue to hide behind Boyd.”

His words stopped her, spinning to face him. “Fuck you! You don’t know shit. You don’t get to make decisions concerning Boyd. We are not your new tinkering project.”

“You’re right, but someone has to think of him, you certainly are not. You’ve kept him so confined to fill a hole inside of you. Who is that fair too? Certainly not him.”

“Everything I do is for Boyd.”

“Do you even know him at all? Do you even know what he wants to be when he gets older? Have you even bothered to ask him?

“Boyd is off limits, Wes!”

Fury riddled him, but the emotion that threatened to choke him was the sudden sense of intense panic, “So you are just going to run away? You are just going to deny what is so fucking obvious?”

Oh, please don’t
. Didn’t he get that this is the hardest thing she has ever done, but she had to protect herself. She had to protect Boyd. Anger was the only option to hide the heartbreak she was experiencing.

“Don’t!” She yelled, knowing her tears would fall at any moment.

It had all been leading up to this, but now the moment he wanted to share with her, he was now using it as his last attempt. It was the only thing he could do. It was the most truthful thing he was about to do in as long as he could remember. “I love you.”

Shock. Elation. Fury. Joy. Misery. Desperation. Betrayal. Sorrow. The run of emotions in that moment was too much to bear.

“Goodbye, Wes.”

No!
This couldn’t be happening. The panic was going to swallow him. “So, that’s it? You’re just going to leave?”

“What other choice do I have? You’re not the marrying kind and I’m certainly not in your league. Thanks. It’s been great. You’re a stud in the sack…have a nice life.” Holding on to the sarcasm and her cruelty was all she could focus on to get through these last few moments..

“Lola!”

“Please, Wes! Just let me go.” She begged.

How he promised to give her everything she desired, but what she was asking of him, he would have to gut himself to give. But he would…for her.

Knowing the finality of this, he roughly backed her to the door, crushing her body with his, and seared his mouth to hers. This kiss was both a promise, an apology, a vow, and an answer; bundled together in the worst possible kind of delicious agony.

When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, and quietly said, “I was willing to give it all up for you. That is what I was going to tell you. I want you forever.” Using his hand to open the door, he allowed Lola to walk away from his bed, his home and his life.

Days had gone by without a word from Wes. Every time her phone rang, she thought it would be him, but it never was.

“Lola?” Boyd asked quietly.

Trying to be as chipper as she could, “Yeah, Buddy-Boyd, what’s up?”

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, looking down at his feet.

Her heart broke further. “No, sweetie, you did nothing wrong. This one is all on me.”

Sniffing quietly, Boyd continued to finger the bottom of his shirt, “but he said he was my friend.” As the tears began to fall down his cheeks, “I hate him.”

“No you don’t, and neither do I, but sometimes people we love can’t be with us. But hey, I’m still here, I’m not going anywhere.”

The siblings comforted one another and tried for normalcy sitting on the couch watching a movie when Lola’s phone rang. For a moment she prayed it was Wes, but the number came up blocked.

“Hello?”

“Miss Nash, I have a need for you.”

Gitta. Olympus, shit!
Panic sets in.

“I will make it monetarily worth your while.”

No, she couldn’t
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