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Dirty Minds Part Seven
I kissed Ichiro’s throat, loving the shiver I sent through his body when my lips touched his skin. There was something about the light. Or it could have been the sliver of moon hanging over LA’s skyline, a ripe melon curve sliding around the silver clouds. Either way, I was turning maudlin and sentimental where Ichiro was concerned.
“Dawson, you need to…” Ichi gasped when I bit the spot I’d just kissed.
Coming up behind him, I’d wrapped my arms around his waist and sank my teeth in deeper, needing just a taste of him in my mouth before we moved on. His moan was enough to make me come in my jeans and when his fingers dug into the back of my thighs, I couldn’t help thinking it would have been so much better if we hadn’t left my apartment and just spent the night naked and on my bed.
My phone going off was the bucket of ice water my brain needed to let Ichi go.
“Ignore it or answer?” I asked but there wasn’t really a choice. Especially when Ichi stepped away from me. “Fucking McGinnis.”
“Just get it before he comes down here with machine guns blazing.” Ichiro rolled his eyes. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he put more distance between us, stepping away from the shadows and into the light cast down from a taco truck’s bright sign. “You hungry? I could eat.”
Nodding quickly, I answered the phone while Ichi began to order us food. “Yeah, Princess?”
“How are you guys doing? Anything yet?” From what I could make out alongside his voice, it sounded like he was by one of the main bus stations. “Got a guy who IDed the passenger.”
“Nothing major but it looks like Ichi’s talking someone else up right now.” I had to turn away then noticed we were across the street of the dump site. Somehow in our tromping through the neighbourhood, we’d come back to where we’d started. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Ichiro handing the photos up to the guy behind the truck’s counter. “We stopped to grab something to eat. I’m thinking this food truck might do a midnight run on people coming home.”
It wasn’t that bad of an idea, not considering how thick the crowd was getting around the truck. A few large guys were muttering at how long Ichi was taking and I stepped closer to the group, muscling in behind him.
“Gotta go, dude.” I glared down at a smaller man scowling at Ichi’s back. “I’m going to take care of some business.”
Ichi thanked the guy he was talking to and took a couple of foil wrapped burritos from a frazzled woman trying to work around the tiny kitchen. Sliding out of the crowd, he got to my side quickly. Tossing over one of the heavy burritos, he gave me a wicked grin.
“Randy back there saw them dump the van.” As he peeled the foil back off of his burrito, Ichi nodded towards a nearby parking structure. “Someone in an old purple Monte Carlo came and picked them up. Put everything in the trunk but they had a kennel with them. That they put in the backseat.”
I looked at the tangerine- and blue-washed streets around us. There were too many sources of lights, all splashy and harsh. “Monte Carlo could have been any colour. These kinds of lights change how paint looks.”
“Yeah, but he’s seen the Monte Carlo before. Recognized it because it’s got a big Trans Am bird on the hood.” Ichi grinned at my disgusted snort. “Yeah, wrong car but right now, you’ve got to be really glad for this guy’s shitty taste.”
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Down and Dirty
From the moment former LAPD detective Bobby Dawson spots Ichiro Tokugawa, he knows the man is trouble. And not just because the much younger Japanese inker is hot, complicated, and pushes every one of Bobby’s buttons. No, Ichi is trouble because he’s Cole McGinnis’s younger brother and off-limits in every possible way. And Bobby knows that even before Cole threatens to kill him for looking Ichi’s way. But despite his gut telling him Ichi is bad news, Bobby can’t stop looking… or wanting.
Ichi was never one to play by the rules. Growing up in Japan as his father’s heir, he’d been bound by every rule imaginable until he had enough and walked away from everything to become his own man. Los Angeles was supposed to be a brief pitstop before he moved on, but after connecting with his American half-brothers, it looks like a good city to call home for a while—if it weren’t for Bobby Dawson.
Bobby is definitely a love-them-and-leave-them type, a philosophy Ichi whole-heartedly agrees with. Family was as much of a relationship as Ichi was looking for, but something about the gruff and handsome Bobby Dawson that makes Ichi want more.
Much, much more.
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About Rhys Ford
Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.
My Blog: http://www.rhysford.com
And at the Starbucks down the street. No really, they’re 24/7. And a drive-thru. It’s like heaven.
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