Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(136)

“Look, when your boss lost his balls and let Black take over, he created a f*cking vacuum. Now everyone is calling my hotline with problems that aren’t f*cking mine. I don’t care what happens in Common Bend. I’m only helping you two shitheads because I don’t want the trouble spilling over White Horse. Except it’s already spilling the f*ck over.”

Crossing my arms, I shrug. “I feel like you’re breaking your ‘no feelings’ rule by sharing how you’re sad and frustrated. Now, I’m not Oprah, but I think you need to suck it up until we’re done working.”

Hayes gives me a darker glare while I roll my eyes dismissively. Dino, though, takes these reactions to be potential flirting.

“We’re leaving,” Italian Sausage says, standing up and reaching for me.

“I want to know what you two f*ckwads will do next.”

Standing up, I take an agitated Dino’s hand. “We’re going to f*ck. Probably talk about our feelings. Maybe even write poems about f*cking. Then f*ck again. Why? What are your plans for the day?”

“My guess is I’ll be cleaning up your f*cking messes.”

“Yeah, sounds about right.”

Dino gives Hayes a nasty glare and then walks to the door while pulling me along. I pause before we leave.

“I’ll tell you what. We’re nice people with good manners. You’ve been a sugary sweet host, so we’ll do you a solid and go quiet tonight. We’ll also call our boss and tell him to find his balls. Does that make you happy?”

Hayes leans back in the chair again. “Was that so difficult?”

“No, but if you talk shit about my fabulous ass again, I’ll stop being so f*cking cooperative. Now be nice to your temp so I don’t have to learn a new name the next time I visit.”

My extended eye contact with Hayes leaves Dino in nearly a rage. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and directs me to the car and away from the competition. I’m laughing by the time he joins me in the SUV and slams the door.

“He’s disgusting,” Dino growls.

“I think he’s hot for you honestly.”

Dino glances at me and shakes his head. “It’s not funny.”

“I feel a genuine spark between you two.”

“That guy wants you. He’s used to getting what he wants. You shouldn’t be alone with him.”

I’m laughing so hard by the time he finishes that Dino turns off the SUV.

“Stop,” he demands.

I can’t though, not when a vein next to his temple is actually throbbing from him being so damn pissed.

“It’s not funny,” he mutters, nearly pouting.

Choking back my laughter, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him towards me for a kiss. His lips devour mine until my giggles turn to moans.

I take his hand and place it snugly over my left tit. Dino immediately leans away from me. My lips feel abandoned, and the throbbing heat between my legs begs for the nice man to return.

“People can see,” he says.

“Good. Claim me in front of everyone.”

Dino gives me a dirty look that makes my nipples harder. His prickly nature is so sexy. He’s got a lot of rules about shit in his head, and no one will break them without inspiring his wrath. Even loving this side of him, I plan to break every single one of his rules just to see what he’ll do.





13


Dino

Shit Ain’t Funny

Minka won’t stop laughing. Well she tries, and the giggles do taper off occasionally, but they return once she looks at me again. I don’t know what she finds so funny. I just know she’s pissing me off.

I pull the SUV into the parking lot of a shopping mall and turn toward her.

“What?” I demand.

“You’re actually jealous of Hayes and me. How is that not funny?”

“He was making eyes at you.”

“No, he wasn’t. And even if he was, what makes you think I’m interested in him?”

Studying her face, I’m unconvinced. A man like Hayes is always on the prowl for *. I should know. I was like him until I met Minka.

“So you’re saying you don’t find him attractive?”

“He’s not hard on the eyes, but I’m rather taken with the dumbass right here.”

Minka pats my cheek. Before her hand pulls away, I press it down tighter.

“I don’t know. You were giving me all kinds of grief, and now we’re suffering from f*cking sickness. How do I know you won’t try to switch off to his dick?”

“Fucking sickness? Speak for yourself. I could go again right now.”

“Me too,” I say, challenging her.

When I reach for my zipper, Minka laughs again.

“This ain’t a joke.”

“Isn’t it? I mean you can’t really be this wound up over Hayes.”

“It’s not about that *. It’s about you. How you walk into a room, shaking your ass for everyone to see.”

Minka’s tongue makes a quick, sexy swipe at her bottom lip. “I have a sweet round ass. No harm in showing off what God gave me.”

Smiling despite my bad mood, I can’t argue with her having a great ass.

“You got me wound up, Apples. With the good f*cking, comes the circle peeing.”