Thrusting wildly, I can’t seem to stop coming. Wave after wave of pleasure rips through me and into her. Minka whimpers at the added pressure, and I swear she comes again.
Even as I rest on top of her, my hips keep moving. My cock remains hard, and I can’t find an end to the painfully perfect orgasm. Minka wraps me in her arms and moves with my hips. Her pussy soothes my desperate cock until I can finally see past the pleasure.
“That’s a good sausage,” she whispers, nibbling at my throat.
Only smiling, I suspect any words might betray just how much I like this woman. I finally roll off of Minka, but she quickly rolls on top of me. She isn’t interested in fucking, though.
Watching Minka explore, I wonder if she’ll play hard to get in the morning. I’ll chase her if necessary. She can run and hide and play every possible game, but I’m a man unaccustomed to losing. If she runs, Minka will learn I’m the fucking Terminator. I’ll never give up until I wear her down and make her admit what I know already.
8
Minka
Morning-after Migraines
Our night of passion over, I ditch Dino around two in the morning. He ends up sleeping in my room while I take his bed. The next morning, we switch places to get dressed. I do my best not to show how sore I am both inside and out. The guy fucked me raw, but I’m more worried about how badly I wanted to stay wrapped against him all night.
We miss the hotel breakfast, forcing us to find something to eat nearby. The hotel parking lot is nearly empty at ten in the morning when we finally emerge to find food. Dino stretches next to me. With his eyes hidden behind mirrored glasses, I don’t know if he’s paying attention or off in post-coital dreamland. What I do know is I feel someone watching me besides the Italian Stallion.
Glancing around, I reach for my gun hidden under my jacket. “Today might get messy.”
Dino is grinning at me, completely oblivious to the sinking feeling I have about standing in the open. He’s still smiling when a spray of bullets hits the wall near us. Already on the move, I look for cover. Dino ignores my competence and grabs me around the waist. He’s playing hero, making me the idiot damsel in distress.
As Dino pulls me behind the bushes, I fire in the direction of the gunshots.
“Get off me,” I tell him.
“There’re two of them.”
“How do you know?”
“I saw them prowling around before they started shooting.”
“And you didn’t think to say something?”
“I assumed you saw them too, and that’s why you were pretending to be frigid. Wasn’t your bitchiness a signal?”
Glaring at him, I wiggle free from his body shield and crawl to where I can get a shot.
“They’re on the move,” I say, firing at the scrambling feet.
One of them lets out a loud grunt, and I know my shots made contact. Dino pulls me to my feet before we chase after them around the building. Stopping at the corner of the hotel, he dramatically yanks off his glasses.
“Stay behind me,” Dino says, pushing me backwards.
His attempt to play hero knocks me off balance, and I fall on my ass. “You’re not helping.”
“I’m taking a bullet to save your pretty face. I’d say that was plenty helpful, Apples.”
Returning to my feet, I ask, “What if they come up behind us?”
Dino glances back at me and looks genuinely concerned for my safety.
“Just go,” I say, nudging him. “My shoes are getting muddy, and those guys still aren’t dead.”
“Chicks always have the best priorities.”
“I’ll take the lead,” I threaten.
Dino finally moves. His steps are smooth and practiced like a professional dancer doing an old routine. I follow him while keeping my eyes peeled in case the shooters sneak up behind us.
“They’re at the back of the hotel,” Dino says.
“How do you know?”
“I see them in that car’s reflection.”
Studying where Dino’s pointing, I admire his ability to use the cleanest car in Tennessee as a mirror.
“Want me to go around the other side so we can hit them from both directions?”
Dino glances back and frowns again. His concern for me would be more endearing if I actually were a damsel in distress rather than an experienced operator.
“I’m going,” I say, moving past him.
His arm reaches out to stop me from advancing, and I’m ready to argue. A shotgun blast startles us instead.
“Maybe they’re so scared of us they’ve decided to kill themselves,” I suggest, hearing a second shotgun blast.
Dino’s dark eyes study me. “Stay behind me.”
“No,” I growl and take off around the corner.
Dino is right behind me as we run towards the back of the hotel. We turn the corner at nearly the same moment, more interested in being in charge than staying alive.
Jerking to a stop, I stare at the faceless man on the ground in front of me. The shotgun blast tore off most of his flesh, leaving only a meaty skull.
A second faceless corpse rests not far from where Hayes lights a cigar.