Free Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend by S.N. Garza Page A

“Memorizing you. Just like this. Be happy. No worries.”
    “I am happy. Tonight was-it was really awesome. Except for the whole debit card thing. And the slore. And the creeper at work.”
    He chuckled and ran his fingers’ through his hair. “It was awesome. Don’t worry about the ‘slores’ and I’ll make sure all creeper’s stay away. I’ll text you later, okay?”
    “Yeah. Lemme know you got home safely.”
    He winked at me and made his way back to his truck. He got in and turned the ignition. After a few minutes of just watching him sit behind the wheel and not leaving, he honked and flashed his bright lights on and off.
    Ugh. I shook my head.
    “Why did he do that? Why is he still sitting there?” Nana asked.
    I knew exactly why he was still sitting there. I stepped into the light, where I knew he could see me. Then, I rolled my eyes, and held up the number three with my fingers. I knew I was breaking one of his dumb rules, and I’d probably hear about it later. Which would be fine. I didn’t mind him arguing with me. For the most part anyway; it was challenging and fun.
    “Oh, Nana, Dax is a creature unlike any other. He wants us to go inside before he drives away.”
    “Oh. That is so sweet and protective of him. Let’s not leave him waiting then, baby-girl.” She tucked my arm into hers, waved at the dark tinted windows. As did I. Then we went inside.
    I knew she was dying to ask me a bunch of questions.
    After locking up, I sat my purse on the floor by the stairs. “Let me take a shower first before you start asking questions. Okay?”
    Nana laughed heartily and waved me away.
    I really liked having a friend. Even one such as Dax.

7
     
     
     
     
    Dax
     
    God. A virgin. I almost didn’t believe it. I didn’t do virgins . It was almost like a bad taste in my mouth. Not even when I was a virgin did I have sex with one. That girl knew everything she was doing. I was a freshman and she was a senior. There was no mystery about what she was after, after taking one good, long look at me. I was a loner, but a good looking one. She sunk her claws into me and it only took a week before she was telling me exactly how to give it to her. After a while though, plain old missionary was boring for me.
    Mike had still been alive and he had a lot of strippers who didn’t mind showing me the ropes. Like literally…ropes. Crops, floggers, paddles. Telling me about tying them up, or blind-folding them and how to perform sensually, wicked acts on their bodies. Taught me exactly how to give pleasure. In every way a woman could take it. Strange at first because I was just turning seventeen and I didn’t know much, but not long after that, it became what I liked. The harsher side of sex intrigued me. Although I crossed the line at using canes. What the fuck was that? I didn’t want to beat a women into submission. A submissive and obeying woman? Yes. If she didn’t do as I said or didn’t do what I liked, I ended it. Just how it was for me. I didn’t punish them for disobeying me. I just ended the affair right then.
    There was no way Scarlet would let me tie her up. No way. Blind-fold? Doubtful. Anal? Highly unlikely. Not that I did that all the time, but eh. It’s an option. If one did it right, it’s fucking amazing. However, she just wanted to be friends. I’ll go along with that for now. Didn’t mean I didn’t want her underneath me. I did. More than I wanted to admit. She liked challenging me. Which wasn’t supposed to turn me on, but it did.
    In a way, I felt relieved she didn’t ask me inside. The whole time her grandmother was outside, she just stared at me. She had only shifted her eyes to Scarlet when she was being addressed. So I did my best to keep my eyes on Scarlet.
    Not that that was hard to do. Her dark blonde hair was silky and wavy, and rested at the middle of her back. What I wouldn’t give to wrap my fingers in those tresses. The back view was delectable. The jeans she was