“No, but if you talk shit about my fabulous ass again, I’ll stop being so fucking cooperative. Now be nice to your temp so I don’t have to learn a new name the next time I visit.”
My extended eye contact with Hayes leaves Dino in nearly a rage. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and directs me to the car and away from the competition. I’m laughing by the time he joins me in the SUV and slams the door.
“He’s disgusting,” Dino growls.
“I think he’s hot for you honestly.”
Dino glances at me and shakes his head. “It’s not funny.”
“I feel a genuine spark between you two.”
“That guy wants you. He’s used to getting what he wants. You shouldn’t be alone with him.”
I’m laughing so hard by the time he finishes that Dino turns off the SUV.
“Stop,” he demands.
I can’t though, not when a vein next to his temple is actually throbbing from him being so damn pissed.
“It’s not funny,” he mutters, nearly pouting.
Choking back my laughter, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him towards me for a kiss. His lips devour mine until my giggles turn to moans.
I take his hand and place it snugly over my left tit. Dino immediately leans away from me. My lips feel abandoned, and the throbbing heat between my legs begs for the nice man to return.
“People can see,” he says.
“Good. Claim me in front of everyone.”
Dino gives me a dirty look that makes my nipples harder. His prickly nature is so sexy. He’s got a lot of rules about shit in his head, and no one will break them without inspiring his wrath. Even loving this side of him, I plan to break every single one of his rules just to see what he’ll do.
13
Dino
Shit Ain’t Funny
Minka won’t stop laughing. Well she tries, and the giggles do taper off occasionally, but they return once she looks at me again. I don’t know what she finds so funny. I just know she’s pissing me off.
I pull the SUV into the parking lot of a shopping mall and turn toward her.
“What?” I demand.
“You’re actually jealous of Hayes and me. How is that not funny?”
“He was making eyes at you.”
“No, he wasn’t. And even if he was, what makes you think I’m interested in him?”
Studying her face, I’m unconvinced. A man like Hayes is always on the prowl for pussy. I should know. I was like him until I met Minka.
“So you’re saying you don’t find him attractive?”
“He’s not hard on the eyes, but I’m rather taken with the dumbass right here.”
Minka pats my cheek. Before her hand pulls away, I press it down tighter.
“I don’t know. You were giving me all kinds of grief, and now we’re suffering from fucking sickness. How do I know you won’t try to switch off to his dick?”
“Fucking sickness? Speak for yourself. I could go again right now.”
“Me too,” I say, challenging her.
When I reach for my zipper, Minka laughs again.
“This ain’t a joke.”
“Isn’t it? I mean you can’t really be this wound up over Hayes.”
“It’s not about that asshole. It’s about you. How you walk into a room, shaking your ass for everyone to see.”
Minka’s tongue makes a quick, sexy swipe at her bottom lip. “I have a sweet round ass. No harm in showing off what God gave me.”
Smiling despite my bad mood, I can’t argue with her having a great ass.
“You got me wound up, Apples. With the good fucking, comes the circle peeing.”
“If you really cared about me, you’d stop calling me Apples.”
“Naw, baby, every man’s got to have a nickname for his woman. My father called my mother, Apron Strings.” Minka frowns at this information, and I realize her shitty upbringing made her weird. “Because she was such a great cook and mother, you see?”
“Yeah, that’s sweet. In our case, you just butchered my last name.”
Now I’m the one laughing. “That’s not why I call you Apples. It’s these perky tits of yours,” I explain while taking in the sight of them hiding behind a tight black and gray striped tee. “I noticed them the first damn day when you were hurrying out of the office to tell Rafael something. Those girls are ripe as hell.”
Minka glances down at her tits, studies them for nearly a minute, and then looks back at me.
“Romantic.”
“Well, I think the Apron Strings thing might have been an inside sex joke between my parents, but I wasn’t gonna ask.”
“Did your mom have a nickname for your dad?”
“She called him master.”
Minka gives me a sly grin that makes my dick painfully hard. I love when she knows I’m fucking with her.
“You don’t need to worry,” she says in a loving voice, “about Hayes or anyone else. If you and I end, it’ll be us who end it. Not a third party.”
“We’re not ending.”
“I didn’t say we were.”
“I don’t mean now. I mean ever. You’re the one.”
Minka leans back against the door and studies me. “Do I get a say?”
“Of course, but I know what I know.”