Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(133)
As a smile lingers on her face, Minka slides closer.
“I had to challenge those guys, but I knew I was gonna bleed too. There were four of them, and they were seniors.”
“But you had to do it.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
Still smiling, Minka nods. I study her expression for too long, but she’s f*cking ravishing when wet.
“They had Shannon backed against a gate, so they never saw me coming. I got the drop on one of them. The leader, I guess. I kicked him into the fence, and he hit his head. I grabbed some rocks from the house’s garden and threw them at the other guys. They were coming at me by then, and Shannon was smart enough to make a run for it. I only needed to get away myself at that point. I figured they’d chase me home where Mom would yell at them for bothering her boy. Sounded easy, but one of them was a tackle on the high school football team, and he crushed me.”
Minka’s fingers wrap around mine under the bubbles. She’s consoling the kid in me who played hero and got his ass kicked for the trouble.
“I don’t know what might have happened if I hadn’t been a scrappy f*cker. I was pissed about them messing with Shannon. I was even pissed that they were causing Missus Waller’s yard to get torn up. I started kicking and hitting anything around me. Frankie claimed I looked like I was having a conniption fit when he showed up. I know I bit one guy and grabbed another guy’s balls. I was twisting those balls when my brother got there. Frankie didn’t have to do much. Those f*ckers were already hurting and thought I was crazy. Once they saw I had backup from my big brother, they bailed on the fight.”
“How did that lead you to your line of work?”
“Got me noticed by the Morelli mob. I was still young, but I got a rep for being willing to go ugly to get shit done.”
“Yeah, the biting definitely makes you stand out,” she teases, kissing my shoulder. “Who was your first target?”
“A nobody used car salesman banging the wrong guy’s wife.”
“How did you do it?”
“Made it look like a break-in. Did it with a bat.”
“How did you feel afterward?”
“Numb, I guess. Not really guilty. Just strange that a person was part of this world and then he wasn’t.”
Minka studies me. “Did it make you feel powerful?”
“Not really. The way people respected me gave me power.”
“I always feel more powerful by getting away with stuff than from the actual stuff I do.”
Caressing her lower lip, I murmur, “I love watching you walk into a room. You move like a stone-cold killer. Anyone with a brain can see what you are.”
“Stop praising me. It makes you seem desperate,” she says, sliding onto my lap. “A desperate Dino makes me want to f*ck.”
“We don’t want that, now do we, Apples?”
“Appleby isn't my real last name, you know?”
“What’s your real last name then?”
“Cockbottom.”
Laughing, I wrap her in my arms. Minka grinds her * against my dick, and I feel my erection nearly tear through the swim trunks.
“What was your first job?”
“Not now,” she whispers against my lips.
My fingers tease the straps of her bikini. I want to f*ck her so badly, and the hot water is intoxicating on my skin. As much as I want to rip her clothes off and sink my cock deep inside her, anyone can look into the pool area and see Minka naked.
This idea is f*cking unacceptable. No man is ever allowed to see her naked again. None. Well, maybe a doctor if it’s to save her life and only if I’m right there to keep his mind on work. Otherwise, no one else will know my woman’s naked curves.
11
Minka
Killing Them Roughly
Dino is a sexual dream come to life. I look at him and instantly want to f*ck. I can’t get enough of his lips on my skin. The guy is addictive, and I’m his junkie. No getting around this fact, and I see no reason to try.
After we return from the pool, he f*cks me hard. I come twice, leaving my entire body humming. I want more, though. Kissing him, I straddle his hard, muscled body. He’s instantly thick in my hand.
“It’s never enough,” he murmurs.
I don’t know if he’s accusing me of being sex crazed, or he’s simply making a declaration. All I know is I’ve enjoyed sex before but never like with Dino.
Forty minutes later, he smiles lazily as I roll off of him.
“You’d make a hell of a cowgirl.”
Flopping onto my stomach, I close my eyes and bask in all of the hot waves of pleasure.
Dino is quiet. I half-open my eyes and take in the sight of his sculpted face. He’s a damn Adonis, and I realize I’m wearing a goofy smile. Dino creates a feeling of high-school-crush silliness in me.
“Are you sleepy?” he asks as the palm of his hand glides over my ass.
“No.”
“I was thinking about how Black tried to kill you today.”
“And you.”
“Yeah, but it’s my job to protect you.”
I consider bitching about this comment but decide to give him a break.
“What were you thinking?” I mumble.
“He took over the meth business in Common Bend, and Cooper gave us the location of his main producer. At this time in the morning, I bet the cops are relaxed. We could drive into town, hit the meth lab, and get out before most people wake for work.”