High Voltage (Ramsey Security #3)

“How did he die?”


“He was helping an asshole move, and another asshole came over and argued with the first asshole. The first asshole pulled a gun on the second asshole. There was a struggle over the gun between the two assholes. Each one got shot and lived. My father got what he thought was a flesh wound, but he died. That was my dad in a nutshell. The sucker who gets killed while assholes live for-fucking-ever.”

“I’m sorry. He sounds like a nice guy, though.”

Thinking of my dumpy, sweet dad, I wish I’d known him better. “Yeah, and being nice got him nothing. No woman to love him. Overlooked at work. Used by everyone he met. Mom wasn’t the first or the last. His death wasn’t her fault, but I couldn’t look at her afterward. She is exactly the kind of person who brings bullshit down on others.”

“Are you having second thoughts about visiting her?”

“No, but I don’t want to be a nutter when I see her.”

“What are you afraid will happen?”

“I’ll scream or cry or try to strangle her. Just do something wild and then I’ll feel like I need therapy, and I don't want any fucking therapy. All of my girlfriends go to therapy, and that’s great for them, but I’m not doing it.”

“After you scream or cry or strangle her, you just go on with your life. It doesn’t have to mean anything besides you faced a fear.”

Tightening my grip on his hand, I ask, “And you’ll be there with me?”

“Most definitely. I’ll cover my ears if you scream. I’ll wipe your tears if you cry. I’ll hide the body if you strangle her. I’m not going anywhere.”

Smiling, I slide against him and sigh when his arms wrap around me.

“I’m sorry I hit you so much.”

“That punch was one reason I fell for you.”

“No, I’m not sorry about that punch. You were fucking asking for that. I meant more about when we started this job. I kept smacking you even when you were just regular annoying. I’m sorry.”

“You thought that shit would keep me from wooing your pretty ass. Poor, delusional Minka.”

“I know, right?” I say, grinning. “Normal men would be freaked out from all the hitting, but I knew you weren’t normal. I didn’t think out my plan.”

“In the end, it worked out.”

I stare into his dark eyes and smile. “I’m still sorry.”

“Good girl,” he says, patting my head.

“You’re making me less sorry.”

Dino chuckles. “I’m like a puppet master, and you’re my doll.”

Pretending to be offended, I turn away. Dino rolls against me, and I feel his growing erection poking at my butt. Glancing back at him, I share his smile. Dead deputies and crappy moms will wait for tomorrow. Tonight, I only care about this sexy man.





25


Dino

Playing Dress Up

Never as a mob hitman did I need to disguise myself. The concept feels silly, but Minka reacts excitedly to the idea of dressing up as elderly tourists. She pulls out a suitcase full of makeup and wigs. I watch her bouncing around and enjoy the view. My day is going well until she hands me a gray wig.

“Will it itch?” I ask.

Minka grins but says nothing. She’s giddy about us dressing up. When she pulls out her makeup kit, I dodge her.

“No, I’m good.”

“There is no way you’ll pull off playing an old dude without makeup.”

“Ugh, why did you have to call it makeup? Now I’m putting my foot down.”

“The big strong man can’t handle a little foundation?” she asks, pushing me on the bed and stepping between my legs. “Now, I’ve got you pinned. So, are you gonna keep whining or can we do this thing?”

Frowning, I hold still while she leans back my head and dabs on makeup. My scowl fades when I realize I’m eye-level with her tits. The day is looking better already.

Minka moans when my teeth tease her nipple through the thin tee she’s wearing.

“I’m working.”

“Uh-huh,” I murmur as my hands grip her ass and roll the flesh in my hands.

Minka ignores my fondling for a few minutes, but my teeth refuse to relent on her hard nipples.

“Fuck,” she groans, tossing aside the makeup and pushing me back.

“That’s all I wanted.”

Minka is in a frenzy until my cock fills her completely. Sighing, she smiles at me before riding my hips wildly.

“You’re putting on the rest of disguise.”

“Sure, Apples,” I say, reaching into her shirt and pinching her nipples.

A wild, fun ride later, Minka returns to making me look like my grandpa.

“I’d fuck you,” she says, admiring her handiwork. “You’re a handsome old bastard.”

Minka turns away before I can get her back on the bed. She hurries into the bathroom and works on her makeup. I try on the clothes in the case. They fit fine length-wise but are too baggy.

“Who used this disguise before?”

“Troy. Don’t worry. It’s all been cleaned. You won’t get his cooties.”