Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (27 page)

He watched as she worked the opposite side. From his vantage point he could see her through the opened shelves in the center of the bar. Her dark hair hung down, covering her low square cut top. Her bra could once again be seen vaguely from under her shirt. This time it was a teal blue with scalloped lace. As she worked, her breasts bounced and he watched the black crystal pendant of her necklace dipped between her breasts before reappearing from her movements. She now stood directly across from him. He had a full view of her entire body. Her lush ass looked high and snug in her jeans. Her heeled boots gave her height and helped flaunt her legs. Her shirt rode up and he could see her tattoo across the small of her back. The white and pink coloring of the apple blossom replicated the delicacy of the woman whose skin it was on, but from here, what Wes thought was different coloring on the petals looked strange. Was the flower crying? Were those tears flowing from the petals? Why would the tear drops be red? Almost as if it was bleeding. Ironic that from this spot, six feet away, how clear the image was, but when it was mere inches from his face, he thought it was just a picture of a flower. This went beyond a drunken selection. His growing concern settled into the back of his head, as Lola turned toward him. She walked to him, with her womanly hip swish, and matching bounce that only came from a woman, not a waif.

“Hi. Everything okay? I was not expecting to see you until later after I left here.” She whispered, aware of the many ears around them.

“I just couldn’t wait to see you. So I thought I’d come over and walk you out when your shift ended.” Wes answered back, unashamed and keeping his volume normal, opposed to her whispered tone.

Did he leave Olympus for her?
Lola’s heart began to hammer in her chest. What would such an action mean? Could this mean more than she was willing to admit? Having him near, only intensified her already electrified state of arousal. Just the mere anticipation of what was to come, was enough to bring her close to the crest of an orgasm, add in the incredible site that was him and she might as well ring out her panties now. She was sure if she acted on the thought that were running through her brain at this moment, her boss, Cal, would completely disapprove.

“Thinking inappropriate thoughts?” Wes asked, watching as her pupils dilated and the faintest of blushes covered her cheeks.

“Don’t know what you mean,” She said, knowing he didn’t believe her for a moment. “Can I get you something?”

Wes just smiled at her offering. Oh, the things he wanted to order from her, but he also respected her enough to keep his risqué retort to himself. He asked for his usual scotch, and sat back and watched her work. He watched as she mingled with her customers, knowing most by their first names as well as personal info regarding each one. She talked and joked as she did her job with stellar quality and amazing ease. Wes found watching Lola in action behind the bar was one of his new favorite past-times. Hell, watching Lola do anything could be entertaining for him. Wes ignored the constant vibration coming from his pocket, knowing who was calling and why. Tonight, Olympus was just a part of ancient lore and his sexual appetite would be served in his bed, with Lola.

Time went by quickly until, there were only a few filled seats at the bar, a couple of occupied tables staggered throughout and the band disassembling their instruments. Wes remained silent as she went about doing her job, ensuring he wasn’t intruding on her attention to her customers. But within his silence was immense concentration. He mesmerized every move she made. From her preference in type of dexterity depending on the glass shape she held, to how she placed money in the till; singles always in first, all the way to how she involuntarily tucked her hair behind her left ear, roughly five times every four minutes. How her clothes pulled from her movements and how certain parts of her bounced. The least favorite part of this was watching all the other sets of eyes noticing the same bounce. Wes was never a real jealous man, protective yes, but jealous no, especially, considering his lifestyle’s preference for variety. Nonetheless, multiple times while sitting here, he had wanted to rip more than one man’s eyes out of their sockets. He had a need to stand over the bar, pull Lola in by her neck and kiss her to declare his claim, prove his superiority, and mark his territory. He knew she wasn’t aware of the attention she was calling to herself by speaking and answering with her sarcastic, seductive mouth of hers. The way her tongue would pop out to wet her lips, or the way she would sassily blow a kiss as a parting mocking jab, right before bending over and showing her certifiable prime A cut ass to fill a glass with ice. Not one male at the bar missed her body in this position, hell he was sure the males across the room had radar for when her ass was in the air. Nostrils flared, sitting positions were adjusted and vivid immoral thoughts were played; all while she was completely unaware, or was just so cruel that she didn’t care that she left many men at least half mast and aching. But, Wes somehow found the strength and control to remain seated, and enjoy the view.

“How’d we do Peaches?” Cal asked, as he rested his old weary bones on one of the stools.

Lola turned to her boss and friend, with a smile on her face she said, “Good. Another night of madness that will, hopefully, reap you mega moola. I tell you Cal, I don’t know how you bring people in. It seems your crowds grow bigger and bigger each weekend.” She went back to counting out the money, unaware that Cal and Wes, exchanged a look and smile at her obliviousness. “I was just going to fill in the restock form, once I balance the till.”

“Sully is finishing up front for me, you go get out of here and I’ll take care of the inventory,” Cal said, watching as Lola stopped in her tracks and looked at him confused like.

“I can do my job, Cal.”

“Peaches, that is one thing I know for sure. But this man here has plans for you that I’m sure he’d like to get to,” Cal uttered, indicating Wes with his slightly shaking arthritic filled hand.

Lola’s eyes grew, she looked from Cal to Wes, back to Cal. Not knowing what to say, she opened her mouth to begin and then closed it quickly, multiple times.

“Now come on, wait any longer and I may recant my offer and make you work late. I’m feeling generous, so put this poor guy out of his misery. He’s been here for three hours already.” Cal said, reaching over and taking one of the plastic stirrers and putting it in his mouth to chew on, craving his trusty cigarette that he’d given up at the insistency of his daughter and granddaughter.

“It’s okay, Lola, Cal approves. You can admit you are aware I’m in the room,” Wes said, jokingly, making a note to himself to thank Cal with a bottle of his favorite poison next time he sees him.

“Wait. What do you mean hours? How long have you been here? I only saw you, maybe, an hour and half tops.”

“Oops, sorry Thompson, guess I should have kept you being here over an hour before you even left the front, to myself.” Cal over exaggerated faux embarrassment for selling Wes out.

He’s been here practically all night!?!
Lola wasn’t sure how she felt about that or what that meant.
Did something happen at Olympus?
The early questions bounced around in her brain again but then she looked in his eyes and was snared by arousal and promise. That was all she needed to get her ass in gear and take Cal up on his offer. Thanking Cal, placing a kiss on his forehead, Lola left Wes and Cal, and went back to retrieve her bag and coat. She returned a few minutes later. Wes was alone. He rose when he saw her, walking toward her to break the distance that he could no longer stand.

“Ready to get out of here?” He asked in a husky tone.

Lola merely nodded and walked out through the front, saying goodnight to her remaining coworkers and few straggling customers, completely aware of the intimidating erotic force next to her. They passed through the doors, down the steps, and out into the parking lot.

“Is your jeep locked?” Wes asked.

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“Because you won’t be needing it tonight.” And then he was on her. Using his longer stride, he whirled in front of her. He placed his hands on both sides of her waist and pulled her into him. His lips claimed hers, demanding entrance, which he was immediately granted. His tongue sought and answered. Between her thin top and open coat, and his t-shirt he had no problem feeling her rigid nipples against his chest, just as she could not deny what was poking her low on her belly.

Lola dropped her bag, and wound her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. She needed him now. Her moisture was pooling in her panties, and with each passing second of his touch and kiss, she knew the gush was about to release.

“As much as I’m all for taking you here right now, fuck who saw us, I want you behind closed doors. I plan on fucking you until the sun comes up. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No.”

“Good. Get your ass in my car, now!”

They both quickly walked to his nearby Lexus. Wes opened the door for her, and as she was climbing in and placing the belt across her, he said, “You may have a problem walking in the morning.”

“I’ll crawl.” Lola said with the finality of the click of the locking mechanism.

“As long as we are on the same page, Sunshine.”

They stumbled into his door, in a wave of limbs and a tangle of lips on newly revealed skin as their clothing was being removed and dropped along their trail. Neither could tell where they ended and the other began. He was everywhere on her, and she melted into him. Wes directed their path to his bedroom as he was touching and caressing her luscious soft skin, holding onto curves as his tongue and lips appreciated her nakedness. Once they reached his intended destination, he quickly switched the recessed lighting on and maneuvered her so they were standing between the end of his bed and wall of windows. The dark sky sparkled with sporadic glows, signaling life beyond these four walls. She felt incredible under his hands and complete desire to brand her rocketed through him.

The warmth of his breath fueled her overheated system.
God, how she wanted this man!
She wanted the unrivaled release which she knew was within her grasp and all the feelings in between now and then. His kiss should be illegal. His touch should be outlawed. His body should be illicit. And, oh, how she wanted to serve her time for criminal action of enjoying him and this.

“Please. Now. I need you. Now.” She begged as he squeezed her bare breasts together.

“Say it Lola.” He instructed. He needed to hear her. He enjoyed her moan as he pinched hard, her nipples.

“Please…sir.”

The head of his cock secreted a drop of moisture as it prepped for the most primal of mating, in response to hearing that one word coming from her fuckable mouth.

“I want to take you up against the window. I want your breasts pressed against the glass so that there will be no denying what I’m doing to you.” He pinched her nipples tightly, for emphasis of his desire to put on such a show. Her moan of pleasure seeped into his skin, triggering the blood to rumble in his veins. “But before that, I want your taste on my tongue, and your scent on my face.” He pulled her toward the window, positioning her just as he wanted, facing the unending night. Placing a kiss on her lips before dropping to his knees in front of her. With the cool glass at his back and her hot body in front of him, he delved in. His mouth found the spot just where she needed it, tonguing it feverishly. This was not about seduction, this was about getting off and having her moisture saturate his face.

Lola was now leaning into the glass, with flattened palms. The sensation whirling through her was like nothing she had ever experienced before; between his mouth and his now present fingers inside her.

Wanting to get even more of her, he lifted one of her thighs, having it rest on his shoulder, allowing him immense access to the feast of a lifetime.

“Oh, FUCK! Oh...”

Closing his eyes and escaping further, biting at her inner most places pulling gently with his teeth at her engorged tissue. “Oh God! YES! Right there!”

He nipped at her a little harder and used three fingers to touch the spot arched up high, giving him a reward of, “FUCK...WES...I need you HARD...NOW!” Moaning in between each word, she panted.

Between her quickened breath, her vocal moans of delight and the dirty talk coming from her, the urge to make her combust consumed him. His three fingers were between her folds thrusting at jackhammering pace while his tongue licked and sucked at her clit. He extended his pinky and began to caress her hidden bud causing her hips to buck into his face at an alarming rate. With delicate pressure, he wiggled its movement and was rewarded when the damn broke and her moisture ran fast and free. He drank her greedily.

Thankful the glass was solid, her cheek and chest pressed against it until flat, as she continued to reel from the amazing orgasm. Wes slowly slithered up her moistened body, stepping around her so he stood behind her. Enjoying his warm, hardened body and his cock pressing into her back, she wiggled her ass into his throbbing member and silently pleaded for him to enter her. Before she could finish the thought, he bent his knees and entered her fast and hard, before going motionless.