Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(40)

Leaning down, I nibble at his ribcage. My tongue licks at his stomach impatiently.

"Enough," I mumble to myself.

I don't want foreplay. Straddling Troy, I bite my bottom lip and steady myself over his waiting cock. He remains very still as if afraid to spook me. Will I run from the room, leaving him to deal with this raging hard on alone? I laugh at the thought. Troy can't know how much I need him inside me. My laughter shifts into a relieved moan as I take more and more of him into my body.

Filled perfectly with his hot flesh, I rest my hands on his chest and rock my hips.

"You kill people," I murmur, staring down at him. "You have blood on your hands. I see the real you, and it's so beautiful."

Troy flinches at my words. His hands instantly reach for me, but I refuse to let him pull me down or change positions. I want him under me. I like imagining Locke seeing me like this with Troy. In charge, I'm free to f*ck anyone I want. With my freedom, I choose this man.

I never take my eyes off Troy. Moving steadily, my hips work him closer to filling me with his seed. My * aches with long forgotten pleasure. I've gone a lifetime without desiring anything like I want Troy.

His hands cup my breasts, teasing them through my shirt. Even with clothes between us, I feel the heat of his touch. Moving faster, I understand Troy isn't the only impatient one. I can't wait any longer either.

I come hard, groaning as if in pain. Embracing my freedom and power, I smile when Troy comes too. His cock thickens inside me while his hips thrust upward. His pleasure empowers me. Soon, I laugh at how Locke tried to destroy me yet failed. I'm still alive, and I know what I want.





29


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Troy

Push/Pull

Darla awakes from the darkness, hungry and demanding. I push her, touching her deep and forcing her to let go. Rather than be satisfied, Darla craves more. I watch her lead, afraid if I'm too greedy that she'll run.

Her body accepts my cock and rides me wildly. She's laughing and coming like a woman unleashed. Her mind isn't so accommodating.

I feel her pulling away as soon as she crawls off me. Nearly expecting her to break into a run and hide, I even imagine her in the shower washing away the feel of me. Darla only finds her panties and slides them up her long legs.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

Darla only glances at me, already hiding in her head. I hate when she hides from me. A part of me understands her history and the darkness she craves. That part wants to give her space, so she can cope slowly with her trauma.

Another stronger part of me needs to claim her completely so she can never hide from me again. That part has no patience for her past and pain. That part nearly carries her into the bedroom and strips off every inch of clothing.

Minka's call breaks me from my greedy need. Darla watches me take the call, and I swear she's judging me.

Minka sounds tired and rather irritated when I answer. "You should know the cops tracked down the guy from today at a hotel on the south side. Fucker came out blazing as if he planned to take out a dozen cops and make his way to Mexico. Real amateur shit."

"I'm assuming he's a dead amateur now."

"Yeah. We'll have info on him soon, but it won't help much. Except for Zivkovic, these have all been small timers with no way to track their movements."

"What will we do if Locke hires someone with any skill?" I mutter.

"It's common knowledge Vernon hired us. Who wants to take on a group of retired assassins for a small payout like a hundred grand?"

"He won't give up."

"No, but the guy from today isn't a factor any longer. Saskia's guy is trying to get a lead on Locke's location, but the f*cker won't play. He just offers the money and gives Darla's details. We can't track him back that way."

"Locke is paying through the Cayman Islands, I'm assuming."

"Yeah."

"We might have a way to get the info on the account he's using there."

"Are you holding out on me, Frosty?" Minka asks, and I hear the humor in her voice.

"Always. When are you coming tonight?"

"I'm on my way. Stuck in traffic, so I figured I'd give you the update. How's Darla?"

"Remember Rio?"

Remembering how I swept a new girl off her feet every night during the assignment, Minka says nothing before finally sighing. "I should have glued your dick to your leg."

"Wouldn't have helped. It would have ripped itself free."

"No doubt. Is she okay?"

"Why wouldn't she be?" I growl into the phone.

Darla frowns at my tone, but Minka laughs. "She thinks you hang the moon, Troy. I figure you might not have lived up to her fantasies."

"One day, you'll find someone, and I'll get payback."

"Yes and no. Yes, I'll find someone. No, you won't get shit for payback. Your teasing is too lame."

"Well, I'll start practicing now and hone my skills."

"You do that," Minka says, laughing quietly at my anger. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Keep it in your pants until then."

"Until then? So I can let it loose when you arrive."

"Sure. Easier to glue it down that way."