Twenty-Five
Justice
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Lola sat on the edge of the bed and gazed out the window, her hands clenched in her lap. “I’m fine.”
I frantically rubbed the back of my neck. What if something had happened to Lola? I’d gotten there just in the nick of time. I kneeled in front of her and held both her hands. “I can’t handle the thought of you getting hurt.”
She jerked her hand away. “Since when do you care?”
Adrenaline from the scene with Devin still coursed through my system. “Stop being that way!” I stood up fast and paced in front of the window. Lola’s eyes tracked my every movement. “Want to know how long I’ve cared?”
“That’s why I asked.”
I glanced at her warily. My Adams’ apple bobbed, and then I spoke. “Since forever.”
But I hadn’t acted like I’d cared forever. I’d gotten on my bike and run away. I’d left Uncle Seth, my family, and Lola. For what? Parties, motorcycles, and girls? Had I really turned into that type of man? A man who didn’t know how to be with someone I loved?
She looked away. “I told you. I’ve been on my own forever. I can handle myself.” Her brown eyes flashed a warning that said, Don’t mess with me. But I knew that look. Lola wanted me to provoke her. It was part of her sexual game.
I kneeled in front of her and grasped both her shoulders. “Look at me.” Her eyes met mine with a testy gaze that turned me the fuck on. “I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.”
She shrugged out of my grasp and lifted her chin. “I go where I want. When I want.”
I knew this sassy attitude was her game. But still. I wanted to be the one to take care of her.
Lola expected me to go along with her sexual tricks, so I played along. And damn if I didn’t jump right into the driver’s seat. I dragged both hands through my hair. “He could’ve hurt you. I told you not to go there. Did you listen? No. Always have to do things your own way.”
We gazed at each other, and Lola’s eyes blazed with excitement. “And how many times do I have to tell you that you’re not the boss of me? I can handle myself.” She got up to move to the bathroom, but I stopped her with a firm grip on her arm.
I knew she wanted me to dominate her, so I made my voice firmer than intended. “You’re not going anywhere, Lola. You sit right back down this second. I need to check every inch of you to make sure you’re okay.”
She crossed her arms, a petulant look on her face. I knew Lola’s sexual tells. Her cheeks flushed pink, her wild hair cascading around her body. She stuck her tongue out. “Make me.” Her tits strained against her blouse, and I wanted—no, needed—to squeeze and suck them. My cock twitched in anticipation.
Lola stood in front of me, arms akimbo, legs spread apart. Her lips parted slightly, her breathing coming in short gasps. My wife was begging for it. She needed me to ravish her, to sink my big cock inside her juicy pussy and slap her full ass. She wanted me to fuck the hell out of her. Her smile was sly. “Who’s going to make me obey?”
I smiled back at her with a sexy grin of my own.
I stood up and unzipped my pants. My voice was deep and husky when I spoke, the words slow and measured. “You better stop sassing me, or I’ll shut you up with my big hard cock. Is that what you want?”
Her eyes flicked to my crotch and flashed with excitement, a challenge. “And what if I say no? What if I won’t do it?”
I smiled. “On your knees.”
“Nope.”
“I’m not saying this twice.”
“Good.” She crossed her arms again. “I hope you say it fifty times. What makes you think I’ll—”
I silenced her words by tilting her head back, fisting her hair and covering her mouth with a hot kiss. Her arms flew reflexively around my neck and then she grabbed the back of my head into hers, her wet tongue exploring, one leg curling around mine, her pelvis grinding into my hard-on. Her voice was a sultry whisper. “Make me do it.”
“Let me see your tits first.”
“Let me see your big cock.”
“Jesus, Lola. I can’t believe what you do to me.” I pulled my raging hard-on out and stroked it. It stood straight out, red hot under my touch. The head throbbed and twitched. I had never been so hard for a woman in my entire life. I stroked my girth, the veins bulging out, my balls begging for release. “Look how hard you make me. You do this to me. Now show me your tits.”
She dragged her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her luscious breasts popped out, her pink nipples standing at attention. “You like it when I pinch myself?” She squeezed both rosy nipples until they hardened under her touch.
I growled and shoved her to her knees. “Suck it.” Her wet mouth eagerly covered the length of my shaft. I held the back of her head as my head lolled back under her heavenly touch. I opened my eyes and tilted my head so that I could watch each delicious slide of my cock in and out of her pouty mouth. I moved slowly at first. My pelvis thrust back and forth, my cock moving in and out. “Grab my balls. Yeah, that’s it. Suck it and make me come.”
One warm hand moved to my heavy balls, and the other roamed my hard torso. When she looked up at me, the look in her brown eyes was goddamn sexy and hotter than hell. “You want me to make you come? You think you can just stick your big dick in my mouth anytime you want?” She smiled and went back to sucking me off like a pro.
I shoved my cock further down her throat, taking greedy possession of her mouth. Lola was mine. I would shoot my hot load in her mouth and claim her. My legs tightened, my body trembling as I watched her sexy blond head bobbing up and down on my hard, thick rod. “Jesus Lola. I’m about to … I’m going to … I’m going to shoot my cum in your mouth, and you better swallow every drop.”
She increased the speed of her movements, and I pulled the back of her head onto my dick. “Oh … fuck! Swallow it, baby. Take it.” I emptied every last drop of my thick cum into her hot mouth while she rubbed my balls and squeezed my ass cheeks. My cock pulsed and I squirted. One, two, three, four, five fucking times. And when I withdrew my dick, I squirted another load right onto her cherry lips. “Lick your lips. Swallow my cum. You’re mine, Lola.”
She stood up and kissed me. “You think you can make me do whatever you want? What if I say no next time?”
I unzipped her jeans and shoved her pants and panties roughly down her legs. “Step out of those jeans and bend over.”
“And if I say no?”
She stepped out of her jeans, and I turned her around. “I said, bend over.”
She got on her hands and knees on the bed, her full, round ass tilted high up in the air. “Lick my pussy.”
My cock twitched and sprung back to life when I saw her gorgeous wet hole staring me in the face. “Jesus, Lola. You’re soaking wet. Is that from sucking me off?”
She spread her ass cheeks giving me a better view of her swollen lips. “I said, lick it.”
“You don’t get to talk to me like that. Not without this happening.” I gave her a sharp rap on the ass. My fingers dove into her pussy. “You like that?” She nodded, and I slapped her again. Every time I spanked her, Lola’s pussy clenched around my fingers. I swear, I think Lola could come just from me spanking her. I rubbed one calloused finger against her swollen clit, and she moaned. “Look at your pussy. It looks so sexy the way it’s hanging down like that.” I gave her clit a gentle squeeze. I couldn’t wait a second longer to taste her. My tongue made exquisite contact with her swollen nub, and she tilted her ass higher up in the air—an invitation. I gave her a gentle slap while I sucked her hard little pebble. It grew under my mouth, and a gush of her sweet juice dripped onto my fingers, her ass bucking and pushing against my face. I lost myself in her delicious ass and pussy, and when she came, she screamed my name.
I reached around and squeezed her big tits. “I’m not done making you come. Stand up.”
I held her hand and guided her into the bathroom where a large Jacuzzi tub stood against a mirrored backdrop. I turned the water on full blast. “Get in.” I joined my sexy Brazilian lover in the tub, and when it was full, I turned on the jets.
Lola leaned back against my chest and rested her head drowsily against me. “Ah. This is heaven. You really know how to take care of a lady, Mr. Hamilton.”
“Only the best for you, Mrs. Hamilton.” I kissed her lips. “Spread your legs and put your pussy in front of the jets. I want to feel you come while I play with your tits.”
She followed my instructions. “How’d you know this is a single girl’s best friend?”
“Because I read magazines.”
She gave me a playful smirk. “Who am I to argue with your research?” Lola positioned herself by spreading her legs and bracing her feet against the mirrored tile while I rubbed her creamy breasts and pinched her swollen nipples. Her breathing quickened, sweat breaking out on her brow. “Oh, my God. This thing’s going to make me come fast.”
She pushed herself against the steady stream while I held her in place and felt her body tense. Her adorable turquoise painted toes flexed, and I watched her expression in the mirror. Her face grew pink, and her mouth formed a small “O” as her breathing sped up. I looked at us in the mirror. We were goddamn perfect together. Me with my strong arms around her feminine body, her with her fiery personality, her wild blond hair stuck to my shoulders.
I should’ve never left Lola.
Maybe it took me leaving La Fortuna to realize what I’d had there. I wanted to make everything up to her now.
“Oh, Justice. Oh, my God. I can’t … I can’t hold back … squeeze my nipples hard.” I gave her nipples a tortuous squeeze and felt her body buck toward the jets. Her head moved from side to side, and her breathing came fast as the gorgeous Mrs. Hamilton came while I held her slippery body, never wanting to let go.
She collapsed against my chest. “That was intense. Give me a second to rest.”
“Can I wash your back?”
Her breathing was ragged, and she let out a sigh. “Pamper me, Mr. Hamilton. Yes. You can wash my back.”
I squirted body wash onto a washcloth and took my time gently caressing every inch of her curvy body. She was so beautiful. Inside and out. “I love you, Lola.” I kissed her lips. She gazed at me with a look that I convinced myself was love and kissed me back, her tongue warm and soft. But she didn’t return my words.
A tingling swept up the back of my neck and across my face. My voice was hoarse when I spoke the words again. “I love you.”
Her head was a heavy weight against my chest, her words slurred. “So you say.”
The hot tub jets seared into my back. I needed to get real with Lola. “I nearly lost it when I saw Devin all over you like that. I can’t handle that, babe.”
“I told you. I take care of myself.”
I knew that Lola liked rough sex. We’d had that kind of sex before, but after six years it had intensified. There was a new edge to her. She was still my playmate, but there was a fierceness mixed with femininity that I found irresistible. “When did you get so tough?”
She let out a laugh. “Oh, let’s see. Somewhere around the time I figured out that it was just my kitty and me.”
I toyed with a lock of her hair. “Seriously. Why do you need to be so strong?”
“You like me strong.”
“Yeah, I do. It’s just that you need somebody to take care of you.”
“Right.” She lifted a finger in the air. “One robot-man at my beck and call coming right up.”
“Quit it. You know what I mean.” What did I mean? Lola was independent. I loved that about her, but I also needed to watch over her. “If I turn into a robot will you oil my creaky joints?”
We both laughed, and the serious mood was broken.
Finally, we exited the bath.
When I walked into the bedroom my phone was ringing. “Hey, Papaw. ‘Sup?”
“What the hell’s going on out there?”
I jerked my head away from the phone and Lola’s eyebrows raised.
“I just got a text from Devin. With a link to a YouTube video.” His breathing was slow and measured. “I don’t know what you’re doing out there, but can you just stick to winning the contest and then get the hell out?”
“What are you talking about?” I sat on the edge of the bed and Lola kneeled behind me.
“What I’m talking about is the fight. Jesus, Justice. Is this how you solve problems?” I knew this tone in my grandfather’s voice. He was doing his best to keep his cool. “I’ll text you the link.”
“Send it to Lola’s phone. Mine won’t play videos.” I gave him her number and we hung up. Shortly thereafter Lola’s phone dinged. I jumped off the bed and grabbed her phone.
“What was that about?” Lola said.
“Goddamn Devin’s ruining our lives. He sent Papaw some kind of video. I scrolled to her messages, and she jerked the phone out of my hand.
Devin’s YouTube channel appeared with his smug grin. She pressed play and there, for all the world to see, was the footage of me, plain as day, shoving Devin so hard that he stumbled backward with a surprised look on his face and fell into his gourmet feast-laden table. The camera swung around to Kristin exiting the Airstream and yelling, “Devin! Are you okay? Oh, my God. What’s going on?” The camera moved to me again, and I said, “This isn’t over buddy. Not by a long shot.” The final shot was of me pulling a surprised Lola through the parking lot. I looked like a crazed animal.
Lola’s hand flew to her mouth. “It’s gotten over a thousand views already.”
“Fuck me.” We scrolled through some of the comments:
Who’s the deranged asshole?
Go get him Devin.
Hey, isn’t that Lola Cortes? How’d she get mixed up in this?
Cool Airstream.
I always thought Kristin was a class act. Where can I get a bracelet like the one she’s wearing?
Hey dude. I’d press charges if I were you.
Yeah, who’s the Looney Tunes who’s not man enough to beat you up fair and square?
Then Devin’s two cents chimed in:
That dude’s a nobody. Just somebody who thinks he can beat Kristin and me at the wave pool tandem contest. He got his panties in a bunch tonight. No sweat.
“God damn him!” I paced the room like a crazy man. “He is not getting away with this. First, he talked me into taunting you when we were kids. Then he tried to steal you from me when we were teenagers. Then he waited for me outside school and beat me up. Then he said my family framed his drug-dealing dad. Now he wants to take my uncle’s shop and turn it into a fucking grocery store with lofts on top.” I mimicked Devin’s annoying voice. “‘I’m up for a big redevelopment award.’ I’ll show him redevelopment. I’ll redevelop his face with my fist until nobody recognizes him.”
I stopped pacing and looked at Lola, my breathing heavy. “You know what I want to do? I want to walk over to his precious Airstream right this second, haul him out of his designer bed and beat the crap out of him.”
“Stop! You’re not going to do that.”
“I hate the motherfucker.” My fists clenched. “I’ll get back at him if it’s the last thing I do.” I wanted to beat Devin to a pulp, but Lola was right. Devin’s videographer would only be there to record the blow-by-blow.
I strode into the bathroom, picked up a wet washcloth, and hurled it against the mirrored tile where it slid into the bathtub. “No fucking way is he getting the shop. That was my uncle’s shop. We built it together. I grew up in that shop. It’s mine now. When I get the fifty grand, I can’t wait to rub every single crisp dollar bill in Devin’s smug face before I tear his precious contract into a million pieces and sprinkle it all over his overpriced mahogany desk.”
Lola and I faced each other, my breathing heavy. She gripped my biceps. “We’re going to win.”
When I looked into Lola’s fierce eyes, the truth I’d been running away from crystalized.
We were meant to be together.
Uncle Seth’s death was fate’s intervention. My uncle was gone, but I could make his demise mean something, turn it into something positive by winning the contest. By reuniting with Lola.
I held her face in my hands and our eyes locked. “I need you, Lola.”
She stammered a reply. “I’m right here.”
My vision tunneled until the room disappeared and it was just the two of us—Lola and me. “I need you to win.”
Her eyebrows knit together. “Isn’t that what we’re doing?”
“I need you, babe.” I felt like an idiot, the way I kept repeating myself. I wanted to tell her that I needed her as my forever partner, that I had made the mistake of my life by leaving her. I wanted to pour my heart out and somehow convince her that we were right together. That I was the type of man who knew how to work together, not a man who would run away when the going got tough.
But what if we didn’t win the contest? I’d have nothing to offer Lola but the rubble of Uncle Seth’s shop. I was ready to pull out all the stops to win the contest. I’d be the best damn training partner Lola had ever seen. We’d win, and I would pull her into my embrace and propose to her for real.
We had to win the contest.
Results. That’s what mattered. Training was one thing I knew I could control. “Let’s get out there tomorrow and train our asses off.”
“Devin’s nothing but a freakshow surfer wannabe. We’ll win.” She smiled slyly. “And I cannot wait to see the look on his face when we take the trophy.”