Chapter 9

Lola sat across from him with an odd smile twisting her crimson red lips. It wasn’t like Riley to think of women wearing too much makeup as vulgar, but now that was the exact thought that crossed his mind. Vulgar meant easy, and he liked easy. Nah, that must have been before. The fuck was he thinking? Like Dylan wasn’t easy. He was the same unchanged man.

Only that, like Lola, he had got his loyalties swayed lately. When it came to the choice he wanted to make in a bed partner, he was no longer about tits and pussy.

“So, it’s been a while,” she started and crossed her arms under her boobs to make them jiggle and bounce.

She was wearing a new blouse, something that showed a lot of cleavage.

“Did I get you this?” he asked, while getting in the act and letting his eyes move appreciatively over her melons.

“No, it’s new.” Lola pulled at a strand of her platinum blond hair. The color was new, too. “I thought they took you off your conjugals. What’s that about?”

“They did, the fuckers,” Riley said and made a sour face. He looked over at one of the guards. The guy was eyeing Lola like she was fucking cake. Let them drool, the fucking idiots. What did they know? “That got me thinking, baby,” he added and smiled with all his face.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked, still playing with a lock of hair. She seemed preoccupied.

Riley liked his women not very bright, and he had a great example right in front of him. Lola was thinking of something, hiding it from him, for sure, but she was failing because she just couldn’t do two things at the same time, to talk to him and be careful not to spill the beans.

He reached over the table and took her hand. She seemed surprised and looked around. “I thought there was some rule about not touching and all.”

“I can grease a few wheels when needed. And it’s hard to have you across from me like this and not be allowed to touch you.” He squinted at her like he was lovestruck.

She shifted in her chair but started to smile back, too. It was her arrogant smile, when she thought herself superior to her stupid girlfriends, and Riley felt a sudden need to bitch slap her, just to make her get back to her senses. Nah, he never hit women.

“I missed you, girl,” he said gently and caressed her hand. “I want us to get married.”

The look of absolute astonishment on her face told him that was the last thing she was expecting from him.

“What?” she mumbled. “What?” This time, she shouted louder. “Riley, what do you mean? For real?” She removed her hand and covered her face and her rouged mouth turned into a large O. He could only see her eyes, the heavy eyelids, the mascara, and the fine lines at the corners. She wasn’t getting younger.

Riley almost pitied her. Too bad she had thought of going against him and take him to the cleaners. She must still be thinking of the same thing, but from a different angle.

“I mean just what I say. Let’s get married, once I’m out. Let’s get a fucking mansion, and let’s make some fucking kids.”

Her high-pitched scream of delight made all the heads in the room turn. Riley waved at them. “We’re getting married,” he explained with his most charming smile.

The women visiting their men rolled their eyes, but their smiles were affectionate. The men were either looking at him in envy, while their eyes slid to the future Mrs. O’Connor, or in pity. Another guy getting the real ball and chain, like prison had taught him nothing.

“I can’t believe it!” Lola continued.

“Believe it, girl,” Riley said and reached for her to grab her left hand. “About time to put a ring on this pretty finger, right?”

“Yeah, about damn time,” she replied. “Oh, damn. I have so many things to—Oh, my God, and to think that I came here today to tell you we should take a break--”

Ah, that was what the hiding was all about. Riley gave her a look of perfect consternation. “A break? A break from what?”

Lola shook her head, trying to cover for her slipup. “Nothing, nothing, it was just a silly thought. You know how girls get when they’re neglected. They tend to think of all kinds of stupid, you know?”

“No, I can’t say that I know,” Riley replied and stared her down.

She squirmed in her seat. “Let’s forget about that. I was being stupid, is all. This is the best day of my life, Riley. Can I kiss you?”

Riley looked over to the guards and made an attempt to lean over the table.

“Hey, hey, break it off, you two,” one of them warned them.

Riley sat back with a perfect disappointed sigh. “I guess it’ll have to wait until our wedding day,” he said.

Lola caressed his cheek briefly. “That’s too bad. My poor baby. You don’t worry about a thing. I’ll handle all the preparations.”

“Do you need anything? By that, I mean money, ‘cause I hope you don’t think I know anything about weddings.”

“No, no, that’s fine. Vern’s been giving me my share, like you told him,” Lola said while fidgeting on her chair. “And you only need to call him and tell him to give me all I need, right?”

“Yeah.” So, his fucking manager had seduced Lola, using Riley’s funds. Go fucking figure. “I’ll tell him to give you free reign.”

Lola leaned back in her chair, happy like a brainless bird. “I can’t believe you finally decided!”

Riley could tell that now she was trying to figure him out, so he needed to step up his game. “It’s lonely in here. I should have appreciated you more before. And I’m sure as hell going to appreciate you once my stint here is over.”

Lola gave him a very affectionate smile. Too bad he was close enough to read the dollar signs in her moist eyes. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you, too,” he said and winced while clutching his fist. “I can barely wait to be balls deep in you once more.”

She laughed, throwing her head back. “Good for you, Riley. Way to ruin the moment.”

He grinned, giving her cleavage another appreciative once-over. “You come here dressed like that, don’t expect me to be a perfect gentleman or some shit.”

Lola shook a bit, making her puppies wiggle. “I know,” she whispered seductively. “That’s why I love you, darling.”

“Okay. This was why I wanted to see you. Too bad I can’t get any conjugals. But I’ll think of you each time I rub one off.”

“You better do,” Lola said sharply. “By the way, I heard some rumors. You’re fucking some dude in here.”

Well, well, well, the wild cat finally showed her claws. “Where did you hear that?” Riley asked, putting on his most innocent face.

“You know, I heard some other inmates, while I was waiting for you,” she lied.

“That’s not true, baby. There’s just this guy, bullied like fuck by some scumbags in here, and I had to make him my official bitch so that they’ll leave him alone. It’s only for show. He’s just a poor pitiful soul.”

“Is he pretty?” Lola asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Pretty?” Riley snorted. “Dudes aren’t pretty. For me, they’re not. The only thing I can think of when I look at him is that he’s like a kicked stray dog.”

That seemed to appease her some. Even if she didn’t believe him completely, at least he had planted some doubt seeds in her mind. Watered properly with promises of the perfect wedding, they were bound to make her believe him over the other fuckers. Like the whore she was, Lola would weigh her pros and cons of becoming Mrs. O’Connor, and the list of advantages she’d see would trample everything else.

“I would get it, you know?” Lola said, suddenly understanding. “Being so lonely here and all.”

“Not that lonely,” Riley assured her. “There’s no way I’d fuck some dude. And no one compares to you anyway, no woman, let alone a man.”

“Time’s up,” the guard from before announced.

Riley was grateful. That was all he needed from Lola. Now, she would go out there and try to wiggle her way out of the agreement she must have made with Vern, since she was getting everything she had ever dreamed of.

“How was your date?” Dylan kept his distance, as the guards were inspecting the cells, one by one.

“Date?” Riley asked.

“You know, your wifey visiting.” Dylan hoped he didn’t sound too bitchy. Whether he liked it or not, Lola was a competitor, and nothing said that Riley wouldn’t change his mind after seeing her big tits. Dylan had resisted the temptation to check her out online, but Sean kept talking about those tits like there was nothing else in the known universe. And Dylan knew that was one thing he couldn’t offer Riley.

“She was very happy to hear me saying all that. Yeah, she’s fucking ecstatic.”

“What about you?” Dylan asked, eyeing Riley slowly. “Do her tits look just as good as ever?”

Riley snorted and leaned against the door. “They’re starting to sag, actually.”

“Don’t be mean,” Dylan teased. “I heard she’s stunning.”

Riley examined him, eyes hooded and questioning. “What are you trying to really ask me, sweetie?”

Dylan loved it when Riley called him endearing names. “Do you still have feelings for her? It must be hard to see her and not think of how good you two were together.”

Riley groaned and closed his eyes. “Fuck, you want us to talk now. For fuck’s sake.”

“I just want to know how you feel. Like, do you still want to fuck her?”

At that, Riley laughed and gave him a stare that left nothing to the imagination. “Nah. I’m over her. Once you switch sides, and you’re no longer on my side, you stay where the fuck you chose to be. However, the more I look at you, the more I feel like I want to put my dick in you.”

“Sure, I’m only good for one thing,” Dylan teased and smiled back.

“More than one. Yeah, a hell of a lot more than one. Just you wait. I’ll fuck you senseless.”

“Nice promise.”

“Not just that.”