Dropping the phone on the counter, I stripped off my dirty jeans and stepped into the shower. I gave my hair a quick wash, then dropped a soapy hand to my dick and let myself think about Tinker Garrett. She and her friend sat out on that porch all afternoon, laughing and drinking, looking so fuckin’ cute that it took every last bit of my self-control not to drag her off to my place by her hair.
That hair . . . always had a thing for dark hair.
Tinker wasn’t like other women. Part of it was that whole look she had going for her, sort of like one of those girls they used to paint on the side of airplanes during World War II. Bangs cut straight across her forehead, retro halter top, and tight jeans rolled up above her ankles. I’d caught a tantalizing hint of a tattoo across her back, but I hadn’t been able to see much of it. If she’d walked into The Line, I’d have hired her in an instant.
An image of her riding a pole slid through my mind, and I shuddered.
Grabbing some more soap, I jerked my dick harder, wondering what she’d look like naked. Maybe once this was all over, I’d stick around an extra day or two and find out. First thing, I’d rip off that halter of hers and check out those boobs. They weren’t stripper huge, but they were plenty big and all natural. Round, just like the rest of her. All curves and dips, narrowing to a tiny waist before smoothing back out into hips a man could dig his fingers into.
I imagined doing just that, holding on tight while I fucked her from behind. Ass or cunt? Both. Definitely. Those tits would swing around while I did her, and she’d give little breathy moans with every thrust. Gorgeous.
Leaning back against the wall, I kept pumping. Wouldn’t take much more to push me over the edge—I’d been primed all afternoon, especially when I’d caught her watching me. She was hot for it, too. I saw it in her eyes and the way she licked her lips . . . They’d look real sweet wrapped around my cock. Would she swallow? My balls tightened, pressure burning deep inside. I decided that for the purposes of this fantasy, Tinker definitely liked to swallow. She’d drink my come and smile the whole time, reaching down between her legs and—
I came in a series of hard spurts, spraying the shower wall the way I wanted to spray her ass.
Fuck me, but that was good.
I rinsed myself and turned off the water, reaching for a towel. Nice to take the edge off, otherwise I wasn’t sure I’d make it through dinner. Any other time, any other place, she’d be under me already, but I knew my job.
Reapers forever, forever Reapers.
Sometimes loyalty sucks.
CHAPTER FOUR
TINKER
Cooper still had drops of water dripping off his freshly washed hair when he came back out to the courtyard. Combined with the week’s worth of scruff on his face, it gave him a rough-and-ready look that left me feeling almost woozy—the man was raw sex.
“How’s it coming?” he asked, offering a slow smile that made my knees shake.
“Just about done,” I replied, wishing I’d had slightly less wine. I wasn’t totally drunk, but I’d indulged enough that the edges of my world had fuzzed out nicely. In some ways this was good, because I felt less nervous around him. On the other hand, I’d be far more likely to do something stupid . . . Say, grab his butt or lean over and lick that little trickle of water rolling down the side of his neck.
“Anything I can do to help?”
I reached down with my tongs, picking up a piece of chicken so I could check the internal temperature. Perfect.
“You can hold the kitchen door open for me—everything else is inside,” I said, turning off the gas before setting the chicken breasts on the platter. “We’ll be ready to eat in a few minutes. I just need to grab the rest of the food and take it over to the picnic table.”
Cooper held the door for me as I walked past him. It opened onto a mudroom that would’ve been a porch if the house didn’t merge into the apartment building. We passed through to the kitchen, where I found Carrie and Darren exchanging a rather heated kiss.
“Get a room,” I announced loudly. “Otherwise I’m turning