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of the tats on my shoulders that ranged up the back of my neck. A gritty design of all black ink—symbols that resonated. Brass knuckles, a smoking gun, bullets on fire . . .
    No unicorns, rainbows, or fluffy shit for me. No wise sayings or inspirational words worn on my skin.
    But—dead enter—one name hid among the other marks on my skin. Someone I’d always carry in my heart.
    Kiki’s gaze took a clean sweep of me—my muscled torso, the brown hair centered down my abs and leading to my cock below. She probably noticed the tented fabric, too.
    No mistaking a hard dick practically waving in your face.
    She wore a small grin as she started shucking the sweet leather yoke holster strapped across her chest. Kiki came included with a fucklot of gear all attached to that yoke. KA-BARs she handled with skill and care, twin Glocks she set on safety.
    “You going to watch?” She asked, bending over to unbuckle her boots.
    “Yeah.” Rubbing a hand over my mouth, I hid the wolfish grin. “Could do the gentlemanly thing, but I’m not really that guy.” I shrugged.
    She chuckled. “I can see that.”
    “Oh. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” My grin stretched even wider if possible.
    “Really?” She whipped off the boots, letting them fall where they lay. “You hiding something?”
    She tugged her shirt over her head, revealing a simple black bra and a mesmerizing body. The woman wasn’t a classical beauty. She wasn’t BBF. She was gorgeous, edgy, different, and I liked it.
    “You can come find out if you want.” The words rumbled from my chest as the heat in the room intensified with every shred of clothing she shed.
    “Maybe next time.” With her belt unbuckled, she shimmied her narrow pants off her perfect hips and lean legs. “Thought you didn’t like me, anyway.”
    “I’m usually not that quick to judge. Been on the receiving end of assholes’ preconceived notions before.” I hungrily watched as she bent over.
    Nice ass. Firm full cheeks. Skimpy black bikini panties.
    I could definitely work with that.
    “So, do you have the other guys’ backs or mine in this op?” She stood before me, nothing but ivory skin, wicked eyes, nicely shaped tits.
    Very fit for a fuck. Totally in shape for a nightlong naked workout.
    The pale blonde/light pink streaked fauxhawk. The inked sleeves all the way down to the backs of her hands—black tats in delicate paisley and sunburst designs. Too recognizable for someone in our line of work? Maybe. But she had an instant in with the younger, hot-on-the-button criminal element.
    And with me.
    Kiki usually covered her hair with a skullcap, her ink with leather gloves.
    She was one fucking cool cat. I didn’t care what the other dudes thought about her.
    “Your back. I’ve got yours.” Unless I have to shoot you in the back.
    I pushed my blanket even farther down, showing off the hard-worked cuts of muscle on my lower abs. Six pack? That and more.
    “Why don’t you come have mine?” I invited, the words growling out.
    “That bed isn’t big enough for the both of us.” Kiki sauntered toward her cot. “But your ego sure the hell is supersized.”
    She shuffled under the covers on her cot across from me. Reaching a hand out from the blanket, she dropped the black bra onto the floor between us.
    “Damn,” I whispered in a hoarse tone. Then a laugh thickened from my throat. “It’s not ego, girl. It’s confidence.”
    She flipped to her side, facing me as her fingers fumbled for the light switch. “Goodnight, Mr. Confidence. Hope you sleep well with that boner I just gave you.”

Chapter Three
    Rack-Ops or Maybe Not
     
     
     
    THAT UNFAILING ERECTION KIKI gave me? Woke me up several hours later. Or maybe it was the sex-noise coming from the cubicle adjoining ours.
    Goddamn Storm and boss lady Blaize.
    Never would’ve pegged Miss Carmichael for a screamer but ho-lee shit. The wails that came out of her made me wonder if she was getting nailed good and hard or