High Voltage (Ramsey Security #3)

“So? That ain’t nothing new.”


“Yeah, but we’ve been making nice with the asshole. Staying neutral, get it? Taking you boys on a dinner date doesn’t make us look very neutral.”

“You’re not neutral, though,” Judd nearly growls.

“Don’t do that,” I say. “I can’t stand when men growl at me. I always get the urge to smack the growling fucker with a rolled up newspaper.”

“The mouth on this one,” Tucker says and instantly gets into a glaring match with Dino.

“We work with Rafael,” I say, ignoring the tension. “He’s friendly with Cooper, but he was in the employment of the men in Memphis. Keeping those particular men happy is our concern.”

Dino wraps an arm around me again. “Them, not Cooper or Hayes, and certainly not the twats in Hickory Creek. So you go eat, and we’ll meet you later.”

I allow Dino to guide me out of the room and back to the elevators.

“That could have gone better,” he says.

“I thought it went great. They respect us now. Now we don’t have to worry about them using us as human shields if the meeting with the Hickory Creek club goes to shit.”

“You’re so smart,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.

“I really liked when you knocked down Tucker even though we could have gotten killed.”

“I need to buy you some bling. A big fucking ring or tiara with my name on it so men know to stop flirting with you.”

Laughing, I wrap my arms around his waist. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t always want a tiara. How do I put my stamp on you?”

We walk out of the elevator and return to the room. “Hey, Rafael got a tat of Harlow when they hooked up.”

“I can do that.”

“If I’m wearing a bunch of gaudy bling with your name on it, then I’ll need my face tatted on your face. Something really obvious.”

“So you can look at yourself when we fuck,” Dino says, shaking his head. “So vain.”

Laughing again, I wish I didn’t suffer from fucking sickness, or I would climb him again. Instead, my entire body needs a break from sex. I even want to puke a little from remembering our last go-round.

Dino stretches out on the bed, and I think he’s exhausted from all the fucking too. He watches me, though, and his gaze whispers for me to join him. Even fucked out, he wants me close.





18


Dino

Fly Me to the Moon

Minka is restless, and I want to fuck away her edginess. Unfortunately, all of the vigorous fucking the last few days has left my dick willing yet pained. Minka claims her pussy is closed for repairs. I’d believe her complaint more if she would stop stripping me down with her eyes and imagining us in bed again.

Rather than naked play, Minka decides to walk around the hotel. I follow her because I have no interest in anything in the entire world besides this woman. When she smiles, I must smile back. Even when she’s pissing me off like she is right now.

“Don’t act like an ape during our meeting with the two clubs tonight.”

“An ape?”

Minka smiles at my irritation. “Not that I don’t enjoy when you grunt and jump around to make your claim on me. I’m just thinking it might not be the time or place for that crap.”

“An ape?” I ask again, grabbing her shirt and tugging her against me.

“A sexy ape.”

“A little better.”

“Did your father pee a territorial circle around your mother? Is that why you’re behaving like an ape?”

“He didn’t need to. Mom was loyal.”

“I’m loyal,” she balks, moving to knee me in the crotch before deciding better of it. “Why wouldn’t you think I’m loyal?”

“I see you looking at other men.”

“It’s called making eye contact. I do it with women too.”

Studying her irritated expression, I realize she’s truly offended that I might consider her disloyal. Fuck, she’s sexy when she gets wound up.

Swaying to the music playing in my head, I smile at her grumpy face. “I only have eyes for you,” I sing along with Sinatra’s voice.

Minka shares my smile. “People are looking.”

“Do you really care?”

“Not even a little.”

We dance to a song only I can hear. Minka glances down the hall at the pool and exercise room.

“Maybe we should work out.”

“I’m not running unless someone is chasing me,” I tell her.

“What if someone is chasing me?”

Grinning, I dip her and spin her around. “Good point. Do you want to run?”

Minka considers running off her edginess. “If I don’t stretch before running, I strain my glutes.”

“Those are ass muscles, right?”

“Yeah, but first I’ll stretch and then I’ll run and then I’ll need to cool down. Sounds like a lot of work.”

“No one needs that,” I murmur while dancing in the hallway towards our room.

“Closed for repairs, remember?”

“Oh, I remember.”

Once we’re back in the room, I play Fly Me to the Moon on my phone.

“I like this song,” she says surprised. “Look at you finally having good taste.”