Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(57)

I pull his shirt over his head and wrap my arms around him. We both sigh when our bare skin makes contact. His fingers dance along my spine, exploring tenderly. I don't need to see his face to know Troy's waiting for me to change my mind.

My fingers reach for the button on his jeans. Again, he inhales roughly as if shocked by my courage. I remove his jeans and then his boxers before wrapping him in my arms again.

"We're both naked now. Is that really so hard?"

"You tell me," he teases.

With his erection trapped between our warm bodies, I slide up and down against him. My hard nipples sent shockwaves of pleasure as they dance against the rough hairs on his chest.

"You're everything," he whispers, kissing me hard.

I struggle to breathe against his passion. I think if he kissed me with any less urgency, though, I might feel rejected. Troy wants me in a way I can't imagine anyone feeling.

"I'm f*cked up," I murmur as he sucks at my throat.

"Everyone's f*cked. Who cares?" Troy picks me up and carries me to the bed. "I'm so f*cking hard. I need you now."

I lean back on the bed while his lips latch onto my thick nipple.

"Troy," is all I can think to say.

His index and middle finger slide inside me, finding me wet. I've been aroused since the moment his warm fingers first grazed my bare body. Now I'm on fire, but one f*ck won't be enough. Maybe not even a dozen will satisfy. I want to feel Troy against every inch of me. I want him to own me the way no other man ever could.





41


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Darla

Choosing Denial

Minka is on edge when she enters the apartment. Troy follows her inside, carrying a duffle bag. I try to ignore their anxiety and work on my puzzle. Minka ruins this plan by standing next to me.

"Time to learn about a gun."

I stand up and look between the two of them for a sign of why they're so agitated.

"Is something happening?"

"Even though Saskia's friend took the job, Locke's gone quiet and hasn't responded to messages. Either he's giving up or going a different route."

"I don't think he'll give up."

"No, so he'll try something different. He'll stop waiting outside the building because he knows we're not taking you back out. Locke also might worry that the bank transfer to Saskia's friend could lead us to him."

Minka places a gun in my hand. The weight of it feels strange, and I can't imagine using the weapon on someone. Minka understands this fact because she takes it back and removes the bullets. She hands the empty gun back to me.

"Point it at Troy like you would if he was a bad guy instead of your sex slave."

Holding back laughter, I do as I'm told while Troy stands six feet from me. Minka moves behind me and checks at how I have the gun leveled.

"You're aiming at his pretty face, but I want you to aim lower. You want to shoot at the largest section of a person. Aim for Troy's chunky middle."

Troy frowns at her, but I only smile. "I just enjoyed you naked. I know you're not chunky, so stop pouting."

"Yay!" Minka cries, mocking him with her fake frown. "Big pouting baby."

"When someone comes at you," Troy says, ignoring Minka, "you can't waste time aiming. I know that sounds wrong, but you aren't properly trained and wasting time trying to hit a specific target will make you vulnerable. You just aim at the largest part of the person coming at you and fire at it. Shoot as many times as you feel necessary."

Tears burning my eyes, I struggle against the panic rising inside me. "You were going to teach me to shoot."

"At the range but that takes time. Even if we could drive back and forth without concerns about them attacking, you'd need dozens of lessons to be ready to shoot confidently. This tactic will help you in a pinch."

Lowering the gun, I step back. "They're coming, aren't they? They'll come in here and kill us all."

"No," Minka says instantly. "They'll come, and we'll kill them all."

"You hope. You don't know, though. I've brought the evil here, and it'll kill you."

Minka looks to Troy as if he has the power to fix my panic. He moves towards me and takes the gun from my hand. His arms around me do soothe some of my fear yet also reminds me of what I can lose.

"They're going to kill you," I whisper to him.

"No," he says with complete certainty.

Minka takes the gun while I sit next to Troy on the couch. He caresses my head pressed against his chest. His heart beats too quickly for him to pretend he's calm, Troy still manages to keep his voice steady.

"I love you, Darla," he says softly. "But you don't see me the way I really am. You look at Minka and me and think we're good people who want to protect nice people like you. You're blind to the blood on our hands."

Frowning at him, I want to disagree. I've imagined him in his former life as a killer many times. I remain silent though because I desperately want to calm myself. The panic rises and falls inside me until I think I'll start screaming and never stop.

Minka sits across from us. "We're not so different than the men hired to take you back to Locke."