by W. Ferraro
“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.
“Say, three times your last check?”
But the money would give them a firm standing for a few months.
Looking at Boyd’s saddened face, knowing this money may be able to serve a great purpose for them, maybe a new start elsewhere, anywhere that didn’t have traces of Wes everywhere.. It was a job. A job she could do and then be done with it. Forever.
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
As Lola drove the final time to Olympus she felt her nerves increase. She kept telling herself as if it were her first time again, the people and why they were inside, didn’t matter. All that mattered to her was collecting her big check after six hours. It’s only six hours Lola. Big check. Boyd. Six hours.
The building was in sight and it might as well had a neon sign flashing “He is in there,” as her nerves jumped tenfold. Parking her jeep and taking a final deep breath, she slowly opened the door and climbed out. Without a second thought, she released the door handle, squared her shoulders and let out the breath.”
She was making her way to the door, when it opened. It was Jax. She was happy to see a familiar face.
“Yo, my girl, how I’ve missed your beautiful face. Come here.” Jax engulfed Lola in a hug, hoping to communicate more than happiness to see her. Knowing Wes has been in such a foul mood the past week, but he was sure it had something to do with the gorgeous female in his arms.
Pulling back from the massive man, Lola sincerely spoke, “Hey Jax. How’s Tawne?”
“Great! Excited to see you, girl.” He looked her over and saw the excessive amount of makeup she used to try to cover up the dark shadows under her eyes as she looked like death warmed over. “You okay?”
“Yes, just got to get this shift over. Thanks, Jax.” She leaned up and kissed his dark cheek. “See you inside.”
“I’ll take you in.”
Jax walked her to the dressing area, where she found her uniform and quickly changed. Tawne greeted her with a hug as well as her mask. Within minutes she walked through the door into Olympus. It looked the same, not that she expected it to look different, but everything seemed different in her life, she assumed this would follow suit.
After quick greetings to some of the familiar faces, the first gong sounded, and she jumped. The members walked in showcasing their feathers and masks proudly. It seemed to Lola there was more of them than the first time she was here; business was apparently booming. Everyone was looking toward the door that was next to open. The gong sounded again, and the procession of Gods made their way in. Last to come in was Wes, as always. It was painful to look at him, but she did. Regardless of how torn she was on the inside, there was no denying how wonderful he looked, so virile and beautiful; a true God sculpture of marble in motion. Lola watched as he ascended the stairs to the mountain. His beautiful strong back flexed with his walking grace.
It was Tawne who gave Lola’s arm a nudge to snap her out of her daze and to get back to work. She tried not to look at the mountain, but found herself unable to stop. Each time she saw him standing off to the side looking out over the night sky, just as he had told her he did. Was she expecting him to lie? What was he thinking about? Was she dominating his mind as he dominated hers? Oh how she wanted to run to him, but what would she say? How could they fix it? He said he was willing to give it up for her? But would he? Was she enough to make him satisfied on every level? Oh how she hoped she was.
Several minutes had passed as thoughts of what a terrible mistake she had made controlled her mind. When she looked at the mountain, but Wes was no longer there. The tiny twitch of unease in her belly began to make its presence known. She changed vantage points, crossed invisible lines and even was so bold as to step on the stairs to the mountain. That is when she noticed to her left the threesome walking into the tunnel. Her breath froze, her heart dropped and she felt her voice die in her throat.
She would know that back and those pants anywhere. If his height didn’t give him away, his gait definitely did. Just as she knew who was with him. Those stockings were a dead giveaway on his right, but on his left, it didn’t matter who the simple pearled thong belonged to. Nausea came over her as the room started to spin. She was seconds away from spewing. Dropping the tray with a thud, she took off to the changing room to grab her bag. As she headed toward the exit, she ripped the mask off and tossed it with disgust.
She needed air.
She needed to purge herself of the pain and agony.
She needed to shed the despair that was riddling her body; rid the rivers flowing from her gray eyes.
She needed privacy to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart; the same heart engraved with Wes Thompson.
Running through the darkened halls, Lola didn’t see the figure hiding in the shadows of Olympus.
“Diakonos! Leaving so soon?” His hand shot out and grabbed on hard.
Without even seeing him, she knew that voice anywhere. The sneer behind the mask. . . the venom from the mouth of poison. Everything became so clear; he was the one who wrote the notes.
Absolute fear had caused no sound to come from her scream.
“For a no good piece of white trash bartender, you certainly know how to fuck things up don’t you?” Lycus spoke low as he placed his palm around her chin so both his thumb and fingers on both sides of her mouth held firm.
“FUCK…YOU!” as her eyes locked down on his.
“Oh is that an offer, because I am more than willing to take what you are offering. You’ve caused me quite a bit of difficulty, taking a turn at fucking the shit out of you might be just the right start to the bounty I have coming toward me.”
Lola’s stomach rolled. She needed the one person who would protect her, who would save her from this vial pi
ece of shit, “WES!”
“Oh, he can’t hear you. Did you forget where your Wes is right now?” Pointing in a general direction down the hall, “He’s in there getting his cum sucked off, while you’re out here, with me.”
The bile rose in her throat.
“Oh please, Diakonos, don’t look so surprised. It took me a while to figure out what was so special about you, that Adonis was so willing to change all his rules. It wasn’t until I purposely mentioned you and not only recognition registered with him, but something else, something tender. I think Adonis’ time on the mountain is up and I think I’m just the God that will bring him down. But you see, he’s gone and removed me from the board. So unless I can prove he broke the very rules he says he is so critical to enforce, I’m fucked.
Leaning in close, with his dirty stale smelling mouth touching hers, he said, “Did you like my notes? I’m curious if Adonis was brave enough to use his shackles on you? Do you know how turned on he gets when you are literally chained to the floor or the wall. Did he share that with you Diakonos? It has always been his secret, most people are okay with fabric restraints, but bring out the hardcore metal chains and things get a little more risqué than people are willing to bargain for. But our mutual friend has always been good with keeping his dirty little secrets. And you are his dirtiest dirty secret he has ever had, he didn’t even tell me. Who would have thought an unloved child turned into self-sufficient bartender raising her handicap brother can find love with a God?”
The pleasure he got from watching her fear rivaled only his greatest turn-ons. He got off on his words hurting her, and the tears falling down her cheeks. “Hey if you are looking for a willing dick, I’m more than happy to give you mine.”
She squeezed her eyes shut so not to have to look into his evil eyes. She concentrated on her breathing instead of the stomach turning smell and images of his disgusting dick anywhere near her mouth or body. He made her feel cheap like she was lesser than him. She was lesser than them all, including the man she was too afraid to tell she fell in love with. “I’m curious did he pay you to satisfy him? I’d be willing to do that. You want a condo? You want the pretty clothes. You want to be more in our class, I’m happy to exchange a couple of hundreds and a mortgage payment for your mouth on my dick. What do you think of that?”