Free High Voltage by Bijou Hunter Page B

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.”
    Minka’s dark eyes study me again, and I wonder what
she’s thinking. I’d love to crack open her head and see what goes on inside her
mind. I bet it’s a wild place.
    “Did you park here because you were too angry to
drive or because you want to go shopping?” she asks, changing the subject.
    “There’s nothing in White Horse to do. The bars are
closed. The bowling alley is in Hickory Creek, while the movie theater is in
Common Bend. So we can walk around this mall, or we can go back to the hotel.”
    “Since you’re suffering from fucking sickness, I
guess I should give your dick a break.”
    Minka opens her door and climbs out. I bolt from
the SUV, worried about trigger-happy assholes or even horny men making eyes at
Minka. She waits for me to join her.
    “I like when your hair gets messy like this,” she
says, playing with my non-slicked-back hair. “This is how you look when you’re
on top of me.”
    “Do you want me to fuck you right here?” I ask,
groaning as my dick grows too big for my slacks. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”
    “Ice it down, Dino. I want to walk around and see
if I find you as attractive dressed as you are naked.”
    I grip her hand in mine before noticing a dozen
college-aged men near the mall entrance. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders,
I keep her pressed against me.
    “You could carry me like a baby on your hip if you
think that’d make your point better.”
    I frown at a smiling Minka. “What happens when
women make eyes at me? Will you let them?”
    “Sure. I don’t own you.”
    Sharing her smile, I open the mall door. “You’re
full of shit.”
    “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
    I give the college boys a nasty look, and the
little one appears ready to wet his fucking pants. My ego welcomes the shot of
confidence after Minka plays everything too cool. I want her worshipping me,
not weighing her options.
    “Were your parents ever married?” I ask as we sit
on a bench near Macy’s and watch people walk by.
    “For about a year. They tied the knot when she was
a few months into the pregnancy with me and were divorced not long after I was
born. Mom said she wanted to have all her kids in wedlock, but marriage wasn’t
for her.”
    “Is that why you refuse to submit to