The Bounty Hunters: The Marino Bros.: Box Set by MJ Nightingale Page B

his veins. The wrong veins, or maybe the right ones. He felt his cock in his pants stir against the constraints. The second, no maybe third time that day, she’d made him harder than the Rock of Gibraltar. He shifted on the wooden seat uncomfortably. His balls would be blue in no time if she continued her little sensuous torment much longer. He knew what she was doing, but that didn’t, couldn’t stop his reaction to it.
    He finally took another sip of his own drink needing the coolness of it to tame the flames she was fanning. It was good. “Oh yes,” he teased her back saying it breathily. “So good!” he purred and went in for another sip.
    They exchanged glances over their straws and then both of them couldn’t help themselves, they burst out laughing simultaneously.
    They laughed, and for Ronnie it felt good. It was the first time she had laughed in days, and had not thought about all the things she had to face. For Nikko, it was startling. He realized he loved her laugh, and would like to hear her do that more often. Like last summer, he realized there was something about this girl who made him want more than just a roll in the hay. But, he couldn’t think of that now.
    “Ronnie, I’m sorry about earlier.” She just shook her head, and looked at him. “I know I can be a flirt, but I was just trying to make you jealous. And for the life of me, I don’t know why!” he told her. Honesty. How different that felt.
    She gave him a quizzical look and then smiled softly. “It’s okay,” she shrugged, trying to brush it off like it was nothing. “I know what you . . .” and her words were interrupted by Linda and the screen door again, but this time she carried a large tray laden down with food.
    Nikko wondered what she was about to say, but thought better of asking her to finish it. He somehow knew it wouldn’t have been something he wanted to hear. She had her long awaited food, and he didn’t want to spoil the joviality of her current mood.
    Both of their laughter slowly trickled off as Linda set the tray between them. Nikko handed her a fifty dollar bill, and told her to keep the change, and she nodded politely and walked away, a sad regretful smile on her face.
    Ronnie couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could Nikko. They dug into the feast set before them. Ronnie grabbed the paper basket containing a pile of the aromatic ribs. Her mouth was watering as she sunk her teeth into the most delicious ribs she had ever eaten. She couldn’t help the groan of pleasure that escaped her lips as the food slid around in her mouth, and she swallowed her first bite.
    Nikko loved watching her eat. She dug right in, and paid no mind to the barbecue sauce on her fingers, or the little bit that dribbled just past her bottom lip. He shook his head and reached for his sandwich as she nabbed the onion rings, and popped a smaller one into her mouth.
    “Oh God! Now this is good,” Ronnie moaned not faking anything this time.
    “Are we doing that again?” he teased. He set down his sandwich which was quite good, and reached for her French fries.
    “I can’t help it! Nikko. These are really good,” she said biting into another pork rib. “And stay away from my fries,” she warned around her mouthful of food while shaking her rib at him.
    He laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender but couldn’t help adding, “Or what?”
    She just laughed, took another bite, and they ate for a while in companionable silence. Good food seemed to have brightened her mood. After her onion rings were half gone, and half her ribs, she pushed the containers away and reached for the French fries. He finished his sandwich, and enjoyed just watching her while he sipped his milkshake.
    “Try them,” she offered. “I’m all done with them.”
    He normally didn’t eat greasy fried food, but the smell, and her words earlier had him curious. He picked up a large onion ring sinking his perfect white teeth into it. They were