Loving Lola
ISBN: 1-59632-122-9
Publisher: Loose Id
Genre(s): Erotic Contemporary; BDSM; Multi-cultural

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This day just kept getting worse and worse, Lola grumbled as she stomped out of Marcus' truck and into the parking lot of her parents' deli. She knew she was being childish, but she just didn't care. The whole world was plotting against her, and it just wasn't fair.

“That's why I have to get out of this god forsaken town.” she muttered aloud.

Marcus's laughter quickly reminded her that he was only a few steps behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed him as he strolled up behind her. With his long stride and steady movement, he was able to catch up a whole lot quicker than she'd been hoping. Lola frowned and quickened her pace, but the faster she walked the faster he walked, and he managed to do it without the sound of the harsh breathing coming from her lungs.

“You do realize, chére ,” he joked, from behind her. “If we kicked this speed up another notch we'd be jogging.”

Rolling her eyes, Lola refused to rise to the bait, but slowed down anyways. Not that he was right, but in this heat and with as much clothes as she had on, she was liable to pass out before she made it to the door.

“Woo, thanks for slowing down Vi. I was afraid with as quick as you were walking that I might have to give you mouth to mouth once we got inside.” Looking down at her outfit he gestured with his hands, “Do you own any shorts?”

“Why?” she grumbled, waiting for the hook.

“Cause I can't remember the last time I've seen you in any?”

“Well as you so graciously remarked today,” she snidely said, “I'm overweight. And overweight woman don't look good in shorts.”

“Wait a minute.” Marcus said, grabbing her arm and forcing her to stop walking. Turning her around to face him, Lola was amazed at the look of surprise on his face. “When did I say you were overweight?”

Yanking her arm back, Lola glared at him. “Don't act like you don't remember what you said.”

“Who's acting?” he denied almost convincingly. “I didn't call you overweight.”

“You were making fun of the size of my clothes.”

“And I recall saying that they were too big.”

I'm not going to fall for it. I'm not going to fall for it. Lola chanted over and over in her head. She knew that he was just waiting for the perfect moment to pop in there with a little zinger, and blow her out of the water. It was the way he operated, seldom deviating from the path. Waiting, she grew impatient with his inquisitive stare and turned, walking away from him again.

Opening the door, Lola gestured for Marcus to enter ahead of her, locking the door after she closed it behind herself. “The sodas are in the back by the freezer,” she directed with a toss of her head, gesturing to the back of the deli.

Marcus saluted her and gave off a quick “Aye aye sir,” before strolling in the back room. Ignoring him, Lola followed him to the back of the dinner and took the inventory list off the side of the wall. Pulling up a stool, she sat down and began to mark off what they were taking with them back to the festival.

Lola finished just as Marcus carried the last of the cases of drinks to his truck, and slid the pen in through the clipboard, accidentally pushing to hard, forcing the pen to fall out the other side. Bending over she hit her head on the chair and dropped down onto all fours, with a groan. See this is what happens when you complain about stuff , Lola thought as she rubbed the back of her aching head, things go from bad to worse. “That's why I have to get out of this god forsaken town,” she muttered aloud.

A rough laugh stole her breath and damn near stopped her heart. She thought he was out back or somewhere.

“Do you always talk to yourself?” Marcus was leaning in the doorway smiling down at her.

Letting out a frustrated breath, Lola turned her back to him and bent over again, muttering to herself. A low wolf whistle brought straight up, “Now that's a side of you I could get use to seeing,” he drawled, walking behind her and lightly running his hand over her full derrière.

“Are you going to help or just stare at my ass all day?” Moving backwards, she maneuvered until her backside was out of touching reach.

“Ummm,” he murmured, stepping closer to her. “If those are my choices, it's going to be really easy to decide.”

“You're really beginning to bug me.”

“Really,” he teased, reaching out his hand and rubbing it up the sleeve of her shirt. “And here I thought you were hiding it really well.”

“I wasn't trying,” she said, staring directly into his eyes.

“Answer me a question, chére , and I'll leave you be.”

Letting out a deep sigh, she blew the strains of hair that were lingering in front of here eyes, away. “What?”

“Why did you run from me that night?”

Marcus didn't need to elaborate on what night he was talking about. It was a night that haunted her dreams for months now, and kept her as far away from him as possible. “I didn't run,” Lola denied, more like scampered quickly, she had always thought. “I just wasn't interested.”

“Not interested my ass. You were hotter than a Fourth of July firecracker. Just about ready to go off when we were interrupted.”

“It was fate.”

“It wasn't fate, bébé , it was rotten timing.”

“Look Marcus, there never will be, never can be, anything between us.”

“And why is that?”

Now that was a good question. One she didn't have a good answer for so she chose to ignore him instead. Lola turned away from him and went to bend forward, when Marcus stepped right behind her, placing his hands on her hips.

“Nothing has bothered me more then remembering that night, chére . Remembering how you felt in my arms, how right it was.”

Lola stood and turned. “Marcus…”

“No. No more words.” Pulling her close, Marcus crushed her mouth under his. Sliding his tongue through her parted lips, Marcus stroked his tongue against her, and despite herself, Lola began to respond to his kiss. It was impossible not to. The man was gifted. There were just no two ways around it. He tasted just as she would have expected him to. Like sin.

Her nipples tightened as her pussy began to swell. Everything was crying out inside of her to reach down, unzip his pants and claim his body as hers. To worship his cock, to take it deep inside of her mouth, drinking in his flavor and essences. Lola wanted to feel him hard and deep inside of her, but she knew it was wrong. Wrong to like this, wrong to feel this way about him, all wrong. Marcus was the last thing she should want, but she couldn't stop kissing him.

Lifting her up, Marcus sat her on the counter and moved between her legs, all without breaking away from her mouth. Trying to pull back, knowing she should, Lola wedged her hands between them, trying to separate them but instead ended up placing them against his nipples, which hardened at her touch.

Marcus inhaled and broke away from her mouth as she ran her fingers loosely down his chest. Grabbing her hands that lay against his chest he placed them behind her and gripped them both with one of his. This forced her back to bend a little making her breasts push up. Throbbing and aching, her nipples harden against her bra. Poking through her thin shirt, they betrayed her, showing her arousal to him.

“Marcus, we can't.”

“Not only can we, but we will, because I'm done with pretending. I know you watch me, Lola, the same way I watch you. I know that it's this,” he said eyeing her aching breasts. “I think of every night when I'm jerking off. It's your name I cry out when I finally find my release.”

Lola moaned her denial, but Marcus wasn't listening. Instead he tightened his hold on her wrist. Lola couldn't help the way her body responded, any more then she could help Marcus seeing the way her pupils dilated and darkened with passion.

There was an awe like quality in voice as he spoke, “Who would have ever thought my little sadist, liked a little pain?”

Licking her lips nervously, Lola tried to steady her rapidly beating heart. “No, I don't.”

“Little liar,” he chuckled, releasing her hands and digging his fingers into her hips. The feel of his nails biting through her jean-clad thighs sent a chill of desire running her down her back. The quick sharp tingling pain caused her nipples to harden further and her clit to swell. It was like Marcus found a secret trigger that made her want to come and come quickly. Marcus must have sensed her arousal because he chuckled and squeezed a bit harder. “You like that baby?”

“No,” Lola lied. She would rather die a painful slow death than admit she liked it.

“Really, cause I could have sworn you did,” Marcus said, bending down. “Let's try something. You continue to play hard to get, while I sit here getting hard, and we'll see who breaks first.”