Art of Deception (The Black Diamond Series Book 4) Page 10

  "On my way back to my hotel," she told him.

  He frowned. "Doesn't your sister live here? Why are you staying in a hotel?"

  Lotus smiled. "Lily always offers to put me and momma up in a hotel and we always accept. I prefer having my own room anyway."

  Kent's green eyes darkened. "You want some company?"

  "You want to give me some...company?" she asked slyly.

  He smiled. "Yeah, I want to give you some."

  Lotus looked him up and down in his jeans and dress shirt. "Okay. You can ride with me in the car."

  "Let's ride." Kent told her taking her hand and leading her to the waiting vehicle.

  On the ride to the hotel Kent sat across from Lotus as they stared at each other. Soon they arrived and went up to her room. Lotus opened the door and walked inside with Kent right behind her. She reached for the light switch but found herself pressed against the door with Kent's mouth on hers and his apparent arousal on display. His hands began fondling her breasts.

  Lotus pushed against him. "What the hell are you doing Kent?" she screamed.

  Kent stepped back. "What do you mean what am I doing? What the hell do you think?"

  Lotus turned on the lights and walked into the room. "You said you wanted to keep me company not attack me," she accused.

  Kent looked at her. "You are crazy."

  "Why would you just jump on me like that?" she questioned.

  Kent spread his hands. "Because we were coming here to smash, that's why!"

  Lotus looked confused. "I never said that!"

  "Lotus when a dude says he wants to give you some, it's not company baby."

  She went and sat on the sofa in the room. "I just wanted to hang out with you Kent not...that!"

  Kent came and sat in the chair opposite the sofa. "So what was all the sex talk?"

  Lotus looked away. "I just do that."

  "Why?" he asked confused.

  She looked back at him. "To make myself interesting."

  Kent shook his head. "You're interesting as hell without that, believe me."

  He leaned forward. "Seriously Lotus, don't do that. If I was another dude you'd have your panties hanging from the chandelier and he'd be knee deep inside you right now."

  Lotus smiled sexily at him. "Is that how you get down?"

  "See, stop it! Why do you do that?" he stared at her intently.

  Lotus tucked her feet under her and stared at her hands. No guy had ever asked her why she acted the way she did and actually waited for her to answer.

  She shrugged. "I’m different and I always have been. My mother can read people’s energy and I can too, just not to her level. I like to shock people and say the wildest things, which is usually what they’re already thinking. It helps me to make friends. "

  Kent didn't respond so she glanced over at him. He was deep in thought staring at the coffee table.

  "Kent?"

  He glanced up at her with those green eyes. "Sorry, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm not hitting it tonight."

  Lotus studied him. "If we got down tonight would you call me tomorrow or the next day?" she asked.

  "Nope."

  "What?" Lotus asked surprised.

  Kent leaned forward. "No. I'm not looking for a girlfriend, a bae or a damn shero. I hit it, I get it in, I smack it down and then I go on with my damn business."

  Lotus smiled. "I think I love you."

  Kent laughed. "Girl, you're going to make me do some things to you."

  "Apparently you know how." She lifted a brow and looked him up and down.

  Kent came and sat next to her on the sofa. "Lotus, you're beautiful and you're smart. You don't have to do anything to get attention or be interesting. If a dude can't see that, then he's just not that dude."

  "I just really want to have friends," Lotus said quietly.

  Kent looked over at her for few minutes before taking her hand. "We can be friends Lotus."

  Lotus looked at their joined hands. "You don't want to smash me anymore?"

  "Don't push it Lotus."

  She laughed. "I'd like to be friends with you Kent."

  Kent released her hand and sat back on the sofa. "If I'm not getting the draws, then you'd better order me some room service or something up in here."

  *********

  Trent answered the door to his apartment letting Callie inside. After saying goodnight to his family, he'd driven home to await her arrival. She entered with a smile and greeted him with a kiss.

  "Where's Kent?" she asked when she noticed the room was empty.

  "He sent me a text saying he was chilling with Lotus."

  Callie lifted a brow. "Kent and Lotus?" She shook her head.

  Trent laughed taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom.

  "So, I uh...want to talk to you Callie," he told her once they were inside the room.

  Callie took a seat on the bed. "Well whenever someone says that, they're usually giving you the boot."

  Trent sat next to her taking her hand. "I'm not giving you the boot Callie."

  She turned to him. "Okay Trent. What's up?"

  "I want to talk about us."

  "What about us?" she asked raising a brow.

  His dark eyes lifted to hers. "I want to tell you why I want us to wait before we start... uh doing things."

  Callie waited while watching him.

  Trent took a deep breath. "When I was in Atlanta I was with a lot of girls. I mean, a lot of girls. Girls whose names I don't even remember."

  Callie tilted her head.

  "I was out of control and I didn't know what I was doing," he confessed. "Then I got involved with a woman that was seven years older than me..."

  Callie frowned as he continued. "And she had a two year old daughter."

  "How old were you Trent?" she asked concerned.

  He looked down. "Sixteen."

  She remained silent digesting this information.

  Trent looked back at her. "But since I've been here with my brothers they've taught me that if you want someone special you need to be worth her heart. That it's not just about smashing, it's about being a man who deserves her, a man who plans to be everything that she needs."

  She smiled at him.

  "I know I just turned eighteen Callie, but I'm really a lot older than that in my head and I appreciate the way you let me be who I am." He touched her face. "I'm going to be the man that deserves your heart Callie. I promise you."

  "You don't have to make me any promises Trent. I'm amazed that you even think of things like that. I just want you to be happy and I'll always be in your corner baby." She touched his face.

  "We can wait as long as you want before we start...uh doing things," she told him.

  His eyes held hers. "I want to show you how special you are to me. There is no one who compares to you."

  "Trent, I hope you always feel that way." Callie looked away.

  Trent turned her face back to his. "Is there a reason why I wouldn't?" he asked.

  "No one's perfect Trent, everyone has secrets."

  Trent lifted a brow. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

  She looked at him. "I would never hurt you Trent. Please always remember that."

  Trent smiled. "I know that Callie. You're my Shero."

  Callie wrapped her arms around him kissing him gently.

  Chapter 9

  Isabelle awakened alone in a huge bed under white Sferra sheets. She looked around at her surroundings and couldn't comprehend just where she was. She remembered the car dropping them at a darkened house and Ray had carried her inside. She had been so tired from the evening's events that she'd been knocked out immediately.

  Isabelle glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean. The elevation was extremely high as she could see for a far distance. The room was professionally decorated with exquisite artwork on the walls.

  She looked underneath the sheet and saw she was clothed on
ly in her underwear. She glanced around and saw two white doors. She assumed one led to the bathroom and probably the other into the rest of this palace of a home. Isabelle slid out of the bed, walked over to one of the doors and opened it. Inside was a bathroom straight out of a magazine with Carrera marble floors complimented by a walk-in shower that took up an entire wall and a large tub in the middle of the floor.

  Isabelle quickly used the facilities and toiletries then went in search of the man who'd brought her here. She found him outside on a deck that hung over the side of the mountain this spacious house dominantly claimed as its residence. The deck consisted of a hot tub, infinity pool, chairs and of all things, a king sized canopy bed. She looked out over the incredible view before walking toward where he sat on one of the lounge chairs in nothing but dark shorts that came nearly to his knees.

  She marveled at the beauty of his body. His impressive chest was on display along with his strong muscular legs. He was engrossed in something on his phone, which gave her ample opportunity to study him at her leisure. Her appreciation of art made her view him as a masterpiece; a beautiful work of art created specifically for her. She smiled as she made her way over to him.

  Ray had become aware of Isabelle's presence as soon as she'd stepped onto the deck. He'd continued scrolling through his phone allowing her to indulge in her appraisal of him. He'd felt her perusing his body and waited patiently until she came to claim him. He turned as she arrived at his side and smiled at her.

  "Blissful risings Belle," he said looking her over in a dark blue bra and panties set.

  She smiled. "Good morning. I couldn't find my clothes," she told him.

  He shook his head. "No clothes today." He continued to look at her. "But you do get breakfast."

  Ray stood and took her hand leading her into a massive kitchen. His hands went to her waist and he lifted her easily onto the counter before stepping between her legs.

  "What do you want for breakfast Belle?" he asked leaning into her.

  Isabelle put her arms around his neck. "May I ask whose kitchen this is since I'm sitting on their countertop in my underwear?"

  Ray smiled at her. "It's my countertop and you're going to be on top of it naked very soon."

  Isabelle blinked. "It's yours?" She glanced around the house that she knew was worth several millions of dollars.

  He nodded staring down at her and Isabelle looked confused.

  "This is your house?" she asked again.

  "One of them."

  "How many do you have?'

  "Several."

  Isabelle stared at him before looking around the house again.

  Ray laughed. "You have questions."

  She looked back at him. "I don't want to be rude."

  "This is my house Isabelle. I had it built a few years ago."

  "This had to cost a fortune," she whispered in awe. "The location alone."

  Ray smiled and kissed her before moving to the refrigerator and opening the door. "Would you like some juice?"

  Isabelle watched him. "Who are you?" she whispered.

  He closed the door and came back to her. "Who do you think I am Belle?"

  She looked at the house again. "I'm not sure."

  "Do you want me to take you home?" he asked then waited.

  Isabelle looked into bright brown eyes and shook her head. "No."

  "What do you want?" he asked watching her.

  She smiled and ran a hand down his naked chest. "You," she answered softly.

  Ray lifted her off the counter and into his arms. "Breakfast has moved to brunch," he said against her mouth.

  "What do I get now?" she asked before licking his lips and wrapping her arms and legs around him.

  Ray growled. "All you can handle Goddess." He carried her outside to the bed on the deck and laid her down gently. Isabelle sat up and watched as he moved over to a nearby table and returned with something colorful in his hand.

  "These are for you," he said holding out the item to her.

  Isabelle took the colorful strings in her hand. "What are they?" she asked.

  "They're African waist beads. The red is your favorite color; the gold represent the Sun God; the white is the moon and the black is my favorite color," he explained.

  Isabelle studied the beads. "They're beautiful. What are they for?" she asked.

  "They're to remove negative energy from the sacred spot. You tie them around your waist," he told her.

  She tied the beads around her waist where they rested above her panties. Isabelle smiled as she looked down at the colorful jewelry around her waist. Ray reached out and ran a hand along the strands.

  "These you wear for me." He lowered his head and kissed her holding her head in place to accept his sensual assault of her mouth.

  "Lie back Isabelle," he whispered and she complied lying back against the soft mattress.

  He smiled at her and began to remove her panties. "No underwear remember?"

  Isabelle watched intently as he discarded the garment before reaching for her bra. Ray made quick work of that as well until she was lying completely naked before him. "Turn over."

  She slowly turned over onto her stomach with her hands underneath her chin. She peeked over her shoulder to see what he was going to do. Ray retrieved a bottle of oil and drizzled warm drops slowly down her spine. He began with his hands at her shoulders and Isabelle turned back to place her head on the bed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his hands on her back. She moaned softly as he moved lower to grip and squeeze her tight rounded butt cheeks. The backs of her legs and calves received the same treatment before he had her turn on her back.

  She watched as he poured oil between her breasts and down her stomach. Ray rubbed more oil on his hands and started gently massaging the arches of her feet and each of her toes. He moved up her legs to her hips and over the waist beads. Her eyes connected with his as he moved across her stomach and up to her bare breasts spreading the oil over them. Gently he kneaded both mounds before bringing each tan areola to a stiff peak and rubbing his thumbs across them. Ray moved to her shoulders and then down both her arms and included each finger.

  He grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her hips. "I saved the best for last," he told her.

  Isabelle waited in anticipation as her entire body felt limp and relaxed.

  "It's called a Yoni massage." He took the small bottle of oil and poured it down her neatly manicured mound and she caught her breath. He positioned her legs with her knees in the air

  "Many men don't understand the technique of giving a massage to the sacred spot. It's not about sex. It's about delivering ultimate pleasure to the Goddess." He began to spread the oil over her lower lips as her legs fell apart for him.

  "My pleasure comes from watching you flood with your essence." Ray continued to massage the oil slowly over her opening.

  "Most men want to rush to their own satisfaction, but the Sun God delivers satisfaction first and last," he said watching her. Isabelle thought she would soon pass out from both his touch and the look in his beautiful brown eyes.

  "Watch me," he said moving to stroke her hardened pebble massaging the warm oil around her. Isabelle felt herself moving closer to his hand inviting him to do more. He easily slid his middle finger inside and she gasped.

  "Now this is where I find your pleasure spot." Isabelle arched against his hand as he explored her inner walls. "More?" he asked.

  "Yes..." she breathed closing her eyes.

  Ray added another digit much to her delight. Slowly he took his time pleasuring her over and over until her flood burst through several times. Isabelle opened her eyes and stared up at him.

  "Now you're ready." He dropped his shorts and Isabelle's eyes widened. She watched as his magnificent manhood proudly saluted her as he applied male protection. His masculine area was neatly trimmed and she watched as he climbed over her pinning her with those eyes. Ray began by kissing her, licking her lips and sucking her tongue until she
was nearly delirious. She held onto him running her hands down his biceps reveling in the smooth warm skin.

  "Are you ready to let me enter heaven Belle?" he whispered against her mouth as he positioned himself at her opening bringing her legs around his back.

  "Yesss..." she whispered.

  He kissed down her neck and slid his tongue across one of her hardened nipples and she arched into him. His mouth moved over to the twin and repeated the gesture causing her to moan. When he took her completely into his mouth she reached for his head and held him as his tongue licked and suckled her into a frenzy. She froze momentarily as he joined his solid length to her body.

  Ray moved back to her mouth stroking her tongue as his body began to stroke hers. Isabelle ran her hands along his back pulling him closer as he slowly took her breath away with each controlled motion.

  "This is my heaven Belle," he whispered as he lifted her higher.

  Isabelle nodded as the waves began to build inside her.

  He whispered in her ear. "Yes?"

  She nodded again unable to speak.

  "I can't hear you Belle. Is this my heaven?" He lifted her legs higher and drove deeper.

  Isabelle dug her nails into his shoulder. "Yes...yes...oh my...yesssss.....Ray!"

  Ray smiled at her internal explosion and kissed her before withdrawing slowly from her body. Isabelle watched him as he lowered his head and tasted the beads around her waist. He grabbed the additional pillows on the bed and helped her to turn over onto her knees.

  "I want to taste heaven," he told her before his large hands settled on her raised butt cheeks. Isabelle tensed as she felt his tongue on her exposed skin. She tried to remember to breathe as he nipped and sucked her ass beginning at the top heading downward. Isabelle lifted higher in the air to allow him better access to continue an erotic assault of which she'd never imagined. Ray's tongue worked its way lower until he tasted the evidence of her desire soaking her sacred spot.

  Isabelle held the pillows tighter as his naughty invasion continue to topple her over the edge. After she'd exploded for a second time, she felt his manhood slide easily into her drenched core. Greedily she pressed into him wanting to feel more of the power he possessed. Ray held her hips in place as he delivered all that she desired. He held her breast caressing and tweaking her nipples while his other hand slid slowly to fondle the heart of her desire. Isabelle soon erupted screaming his name as he joined her releasing not only his seed but also a part of his very soul.