Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(125)

“Deputy Teller’s brother was sitting by the main stage when Stacey hit her highest, drunkest notes.”

Minka nods. “Where did they find Stacey’s body?”

“She died out on State Road 34 by the mile six marker.”

“Thanks,” Minka says, leaving a twenty-dollar bill on the bar top.

I watch the entire interaction without having the least bit of interest in joining in. This job bores me, but I’m happy to endure Honky-tonk Hell to spend time alone with Minka.

Likely sensing my lack of interest, Minka doesn’t mention the next part of her plan. After taking the car keys from me, she walks out of the club. We drive past the spot where Stacey’s car ended up. The place is located on a wooded slice of nowhere. Unless her car died, no way would even a wasted chick stop here.

“Tomorrow, we’ll stop by the prostitute trailer parks and ask around,” Minka says when we arrive back at the hotel. “We’ll see if anyone wants to rat out the happy sheriff and his horny deputies.”

“Nightcap?” I ask, leaning into her while she unlocks her door.

Sighing, she mutters, “Come back in an hour and we’ll see.”

Minka gives me a bored expression, but I don’t buy her indifference to a night of hot f*cking. The woman’s radiating an energy that makes my dick nearly tear free from my black slacks.





6


Minka

Thinking No and Feeling Yes

Playing the bored bitch, I shut the door on Dino. He’ll be back in an hour expecting sex, leaving me only a little time to prepare.

I yank off my clothes and jump into the shower. After scrubbing all of my sweaty bits, I frantically shave away excess hair on my pits and legs. I realize I left my mango-scented body wash in the suitcase, so I run wet and naked through the room to retrieve it.

Back in the shower, I cover myself in bubbles. My hair smells too much like the titty bar, and I decide to wash it too.

Will he notice all of the work I’m doing? Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have washed my hair. Too late now.

I run the shaver over my legs again, just in case I missed something. After double checking my Brazilian wax, I wash off all of the suds until I’m squeaky clean and smelling like an orchard.

Dino will for sure notice all of this effort. Leaving my hair damp and messy, I dig into my suitcase for my old Texans jersey. The man-sized shirt hangs loosely as I yank on my least-sexy panties available.

Playing with my hair, I stand in front of the mirror. The messy look is just too f*cking messy, so I brush my shoulder-length hair smooth before messing it up more carefully. Yeah, that’s a lot better.

By the time Dino knocks on the door, I’ve calmed myself enough to look properly bored.

“Oh, yeah, I was just getting ready for bed,” I say, peering through a barely open door. “Maybe this can wait until tomorrow.”

Dino pushes open the door and walks past me. “Smelling good, Apples. I hope you didn’t go through too much effort. I’d have even f*cked you if you smelled like a slaughterhouse.”

“Sexy,” I mutter, shutting the door. “I guess we can make this quick.”

Dino turns to me in the dimly lit room, and I swear he shines even without light. His skin looks like honey next to his black clothes. With his collar open, I notice a hint of dark chest hair. I hate caring this much, but he looks like the best f*ck of my life just waiting to happen.

Licking his lips, Dino walks to where I stand near the door. “Are you a virgin? Is this why you hide in the corner?”

“I’m not f*cking hiding. You’re…”

Dino leans down and brushes his lips against mine. I don’t know how to respond to such a tender gesture. When nothing snarky comes to mind, I only stare into his eyes.

“You’re sexy when you shut up.”

Glaring at him, I can suddenly think of a million snarky things to say. Before they leave my lips, his mouth presses against mine. I want to struggle and make him fight for every bit of affection. I truly intend to f*ck with him until I allow him to f*ck me. Instead, I give in immediately and throw my arms around his neck.

His flavor makes me lightheaded, and I deepen the kiss until I can’t breathe. Fuck! I refuse to breathe or think or feel anything beyond Dino.

Wrapping an arm around the back of my neck, he braces our bodies against the wall. Intoxicating, his full lips are tender. His tongue explores hungrily, betraying his otherwise relaxed manner.

The V between my legs finds his strong thigh. I slide against him, wanting relief for my throbbing clit.

When Dino pulls away, I let out a muffled cry.

“No worries,” he murmurs, sounding like a seductive song. “I only want to spread you out and explore.”

Breathing too fast, I’m dizzy with lust and ache for relief. I need him to stay with me. My heart begs to know more of his touch.

Walking to the bed, Dino slides off his shoes before taking me in his arms again. My mind still swims, but I manage to unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders.

Dino’s skin is blazing hot under my fingertips. I pull my lips from his and kiss his hard chest and stomach. He makes a pained groan when I lick his nipple. Smiling at him, I can’t pretend to be indifferent anymore. Dino has been on my mind for months.

His fingers grip my hair while he pulls back my head so our lips can meet. The kiss is too short to satisfy.