The Lyon Trilogy (5 page)

"Shouldn't I go find your mom and
introduce myself?"

"Oh she'll be out soon, she's
primping, at least I hope that's what she's doing. Where's my dad?"

She got us some juice as she pointed out
different people to me, most of whom I knew I wouldn't remember.

Suddenly I felt nervous butterflies in my
stomach, and then I felt it, that heat on the back of your neck when someone is
doing more than looking at you.

Somehow I knew, before I turned, who it
would be.

* * * * *

"Fuck me..."

"Dude, you okay?"

Jared was giving me the beady eye like he
thought I was about to keel over from heat stroke any minute, and I just might,
but not from the heat of the sun.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Dude!"

He backed up from me like I'd lost my
mind.

Fucking lemon my ass, he'd sold me a
fucking thoroughbred disguised as a nag. I should be happy, right, somehow I
wasn't though. If she had all that going on, then why the fuck was she hiding
under those butt ugly suits?

"Start talking Jared, and make it
good, who the fuck is Katarina Sloan?"

I gave him my signature glare to let him
know I meant business. I wanted to know what the fuck was going on, and I
wanted to know now.

First I needed one more look at her. Fuck
she was hot, and I noticed others noticing it too, fuck this.

"Later, we'll talk later."

I left him dumbfounded as I headed towards
her.

"Hi, Carol. Bye, Carol... let's
go."

"Colton..."

My sister yelled after me as I pulled Mata
Hari behind me towards the house. We were going to need privacy for this.

"Daniel, I've got a yard full of
people out there waiting."

"They'll keep, get back here."

"What, again, what the heck doc you
been smoking trees again?"

"It's legal, babe."

"I know, but the kids."

"The kids, they've probably been
smoking it while it was illegal. I mean your daughter talks a mile a minute
without taking a breath and is always smiling, the oldest is two braids away
from being a hippie, and have you seen your son, half the boy's body tells a
story."

"Excuse me, but if I remember
correctly, you were the one who said 'let the kids make their own way, let them
be happy doing what they like'."

"I'm not complaining, I'm just
saying, our kids are weed heads."

"They are not."

"How did we get off track, bring that
sexy ass over here. Aww my little girl still blushes."

"Stop it." He's so bad.

"I'm not sexy anymore, I'm getting
old."

"Babe, are you serious, I've been
looking at your ass for over thirty years, and it just keeps getting better,
nice tight ass."

My face is on fire.

"Oh what the hell, make it
quick."

It's not like I didn't know he likes
seconds. My guy has never let me down in over thirty years.

"Ooh wah, ride 'em cowgirl."

He's such a freak.

Half an hour later I was relatively decent
with a permanent smile on my face, so hopefully no one will know what I'd been
up to, except my nosy kids.

I'll just have to avoid them for a little
bit.

"Char, when did you get here, and why
didn't you call me?"

My best friend was coming up the stairs as
I was going down. Thank God I'd left Daniel in the shower when I did, crazy
man.

"Just got here and no one seemed to
know where you were, but then I noticed your hunka husband was missing and put
two and two together. You two still make me sick."

"Jealous bitch."

We kissed cheeks and clasped elbows as we
headed back down.

"So, remember I told you about the
new receptionist at Lyon's Place, and how she met Colton the same day you said
he'd meet his wife, well I invited her here today. I have no idea what she
looks like, but she sounds sweet as pie.

A little young, but what the heck, I got
married when I was her age.

Now Char, when you meet my new daughter in
law, not one word about the wedding. You know how these kids are today, jittery
about everything."

"Meanwhile you've already got the
color scheme picked out eh, Elena."

"No, no, that's the girl's right, and
I will not be my mother in law. I will let her have the wedding of Her dreams,
but I do have the venue picked out."

Char laughed her ass off.

* * * * *

"Where are we going in such a
hurry?"

"You don't talk until we get out of
sight of all these people."

Did he realize that he was more than a
foot taller than me, and that his legs ate up more space than my stumps?

Wait a minute, why wasn't I screaming in
fear? My heart was beating fast, yes, but not with fear only with excitement.

I looked at his forceful arms as he pulled
me along behind him, his fuck awesome hair, and that lick of flames that
climbed up the side of his neck.

Well damn, a nice pair of silk panties
toasted.

I thought we were headed to the house, but
he pulled me around the side out of sight of the others and pushed me up
against the wall.

"What's this?"

Oi, he covered one of my breasts with his
hand.

I crossed my legs and started rubbing them
together like a cricket.

What! I couldn't help it he was being all
masterful and shit.

"What the fuck, Sloan, what are you
doing?"

"Nothing." I sounded like a
strangled sheep.

What do you expect, I just came on myself
and now he's doing that scowling face thing with his eyes glaring at me, and oh
merciful heavens I'm going to combust.

"Air, air, I need air."

"Babe, seriously, we're outside, how
much more air can you possibly need. Now stop fucking around. What, is,
this?"

"What's what?"

"The clothes, why the fuck you been
coming to my place looking like Broom Hilda, when you're walking around with
the body of a fucking bombshell. You trying to fuck with my head?"

"No, no, absolutely not...if you
could just... your hand."

I pushed my breast harder into his hand,
and he gave a little squeeze and then let go.

Nooooo.

"Sorry, shit, didn't even realize I
was doing that shit."

Well spare me your full attention for the
next five minutes before you kill me.

"Now answer me, why the
disguise?"

"It's not a disguise per se, I
just... I'm not ready to talk about it."

"Talk about what, what's going
on?"

"Sir, I just said—"

"Fuck it, I warned you."

That's all the warning I got before I was
crushed against his chest, feet off the ground, and his junk right where it did
the most good...for now.

His tongue was in my mouth, and those
humongous hands of his had a hold of my ass and were kneading. I purred, he
growled, I came.

"Eeeeeeeekk."

"Fuck, Angel, I can't fuck you out
here, too many people."

"Huh?"

Oh shit, I was riding his ridge right here
out in the open, for anyone to come along and see, and my hands were pulling
fistfuls of his hair as I rubbed my heat against him.

Wow, way to break out of your shell Kat
.

I climbed down off his pole and tried to
fix myself.

I am in so much trouble.

* * * * *

I've lost my fucking mind, and I know it's
happening, but I can't do anything to stop it.

"Come." I started leading her
around to the back of the house. My old room will do perfectly for what I have
in mind.

My dick was about to break the fuck off it
was so hard.

If she wasn't careful, then she was going
to end up bent over somewhere between here and my room, wearing those fuck me
shoes. Shit, I'm going to embarrass myself.

"Hold it."

"Mom, shit."

Are you fucking kidding me right now? No
fucking way.

"And who is this lovely young lady
you're manhandling son."

As if she didn't know. My mind was a
little slow since my IQ was about ten and a half right now, yeah, all in the
dick, but I'm putting this shit together.

Mom's secret smiles, yeah, sneak, Kat
didn't come here with Jared, Jared had a chick on the back of his bike.

So how did she know about the barbecue? Of
course, it was mom, and she had her sidekick with her.

"Hello, Ch—" I started to
say something, but the look on her face stopped me cold.

She was looking at Kat with such a look
of...sorrow.

I felt my guts tighten as I subconsciously
pulled Kat closer to me.

"What?"

I looked back and forth between the two
women.

"Elena, we have work to do, excuse
us, Colton."

She tried taking Kat away from me.

"No way, what did you see?"

Now Kat was under my arm, so she wasn't
going anywhere, and that look on Char's face was only making me more nervous.

"I'm not sure she's ready to talk to
you about it." Char kept her eyes locked on Kat.

"Please..."

Kat started to shake as she finally caught
on to what was going on.

The look in her eyes, such fear and hurt,
fuck me, no.

Jared said it was bad.

Please don't let it be what I'm thinking,
please. I couldn't bear that shit, not her.

I wanted to pull her away somewhere and
get to the bottom of it, and find out who the fuck I was gonna have to maim
now, but first I had to get her settled down.

"Angel, calm down, breathe."

She was starting to hyperventilate, and I
turned her to me as she crumbled.

Mom and Char looked at a loss as to what
to do. I'm sure mom was wondering what was going on, and I had a slight
suspicion, only because of Jared's hints, but I too was lost.

All I know is that she needed me now, so
everything else will have to wait.

I bent my head to hers as she cried into
my chest, and I shook my head at mom and Char as they moved to interfere.

They looked like they wanted to argue, so
I set my face to 'back the fuck off', and mom knew that look, so she dragged
her friend off.

I picked her light weight up and carried
her up the stairs.

Same destination, but a different purpose.

In my room with all of the teenage
paraphernalia, sports trophies, pictures of tattoos, some half naked chick in a
bikini, I laid here across my bed and watched as she curled into the fetal
position.

Sitting next to her I said and did
nothing. Let her make the next move.

As she finally quieted down I heard
Jared's voice outside the door.

I glanced at her to make sure he hadn't
disturbed her, and then went to open it.

"Elena said Kat was upset, where is
she?"

He tried looking around me.

"I've got it."

"But—"

"Jared, I've got it."

He looked up at the hard tone of my voice
and stepped down.

"You tell me right fucking now, did
you take care of whoever the fuck hurt her?"

"Did she tell you?"

"I'm your friend, I'm fucking asking,
did, you, handle, shit?"

"They're in jail, well three of them
anyway, one's free."