Grease Monkey (Drunk Monkeys 4)
by Tymber Dalton
Riots? Plague? Armageddon? Child’s play for…the Drunk Monkeys.
Dolce Quinn is a former sniper and military mechanic trying to find and rescue her friends now that Los Angeles is coming apart at the seams. She teams up with a neighbor and formulates a plan to avoid the riots and Kite virus, but they still have to escape the city safely.
The Drunk Monkeys have a line on another doctor from The List. When Roscoe and Niner try to rescue the doctor, their plan almost goes to hell in the face of an oncoming mob until Dolce steps in and saves their bacon.
Banding together, the group takes in Dolce and her neighbor. When a devastating earthquake levels the region, they must evacuate. Just one little problem—they still have a military mole to take care of. And when you mix a grease monkey with a couple of Drunk Monkeys, there’s a whole lot of shakin’ going on.
When you need a job done right, you need to call in the Drunk Monkeys…
The A-Team meets Mad Max meets The Walking Dead (without zombies). The Drunk Monkeys series is a MFM post-apocalyptic, near-future series (non-paranormal) featuring the men of the elite special ops military unit dubbed the Drunk Monkeys. These twenty men must work to locate and bring in the scientists who can stop the Kite virus from ravaging the world.
Unfortunately, there are those who want to control a Kite vaccine, and who will stop at nothing to try to ensure the Drunk Monkeys fail. Including a batcrap crazy preacher with apocalyptic delusions of becoming President of the United States.
There are ten books in the series, all of them MFM romantic pairings and HEA storylines.
Tymber Dalton is the wild-child alter-ego of author Lesli Richardson. She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC award winner is also the bestselling author of over one hundred books, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.
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Dusk was settling uncomfortably across the city when they returned to the safe house and underwent another round of stick tests. Then they went to the common room and filled Papa in about their success. Dr. Perkins was happy to have her data back, and immediately disappeared into Q and Sin’s room with them to share it with them on her laptop.
“You’re welcome,” Roscoe called out to the closing door.
“Dude, tone back the Brooklyn a little, okay?” Dolce said. “You’re coming off as a ginormous dick.” She’d seen plenty of his type before in the military. They were hot, hard bodies, even hotter tempers, and they thought they were god’s gift to the estrogen-enabled.
“That’s because he can be a dick,” a red-haired woman said as she walked into the room. “A big, walking scrotum topped by a raging head.”
“Fuck you, Pandora,” he said.
Niner put out an arm. “Whoa, dude. Chill the fuck out.”
“We just risked our asses for this woman we don’t even know, to find her friends, okay? We didn’t have to bring her or her friend back here. We didn’t have to go looking for them. And what do we get? Do we get a thank-you? No.”
“Okay, fair enough,” Dolce said. “Thank you for allowing me to save your goddamned asses in the parking lot and bringing us both back here. And thank you for trying to find my friends. I do appreciate it. And I’m sorry you’re a ginormous walking penis.”
Pandora snorted in laughter as she headed into the kitchen. “I’m staying out of this one. But it sounds really good.”
Niner didn’t know what the hell was going on with Roscoe, but he was about to take his partner outside and bust his fucking ass over it.
He was being rude, even by Roscoe standards, which could come off as pretty rude to start with.
And Niner really didn’t want to piss this woman off. She was hot, she had skills, and maybe they might have a little farking luck for a change.
No, that didn’t guarantee they’d end up with her like the other three triads.
But dammit, he wanted a farking shot, at least. And Roscoe was shooting them in the balls.
* * * *
Roscoe didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. He seemed unable, despite his best efforts, to do anything but trade increasingly sharp and loud barbs with the woman.
And it was making him hot.
Like wanted to back her up against a wall, rip off her panties, and fuck her until his cock screamed for mercy kind of hot.
If he couldn’t figure out how to salvage this and turn it around into ragey, makeup-slash-hello-nice-to-meet-you sex, he was going to beat his own brains in. He already saw, from the look on Niner’s face, that his partner was about ready to do the job for him.
“That the best you got, girl?” Roscoe stepped forward, motioning at Dolce, daring her to get in his face.
To his shock and surprise, she did just that. “Dude, you cannot handle me at my best. I’d have to tone it down for you or your farking brain would melt.”
Pandora leaned over the counter of a pass-through window from the kitchen. “Wow. Dude, she just handed you your balls. How does that feel?”
Niner threw his arms in the air. “I give the fark up. I’m apparently never getting laid again as long as you’re my partner. I’m going to our room.”
Maybe there is something wrong with me. “I can handle you and more, girl,” Roscoe finally said to Dolce.
She backed up and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah, right.”
He stepped around her. “Put your money where your mouth is.” Oh, shut the fark up, dude!
He followed Niner to their room.
I am never getting laid again in my life.
He slammed the door shut behind him. Niner wheeled around. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he screamed at Roscoe.
“I don’t know! I’m sorry.”
Both Roscoe and Niner were pretty damn hot. Hell, all the guys she’d seen so far looked hot.
Pandora emerged from the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand, and walked over to Dolce. “Let me spin you a tale,” she said to Dolce. “These guys are split into ten teams of two. So far, three of us women have been sucked in by their charms. Other guys,” she quickly expounded. “Not Niner and Roscoe. I’ve got Tango and Doc. I was the first female Drunk Monkey. You want those two bozos, if you’re remotely interested in them, then go after them. Roscoe seems to suffer from chronic foot-in-mouth disease, but he has a good heart.”
Pandora smiled. “Oooh, yeah. Let me tell you what. You ain’t had lovin’ until you’ve done the funky monkey with a team of these guys.”
“Both of them? Two guys?”
“You got a boyfriend or husband?”
Dolce stared down the hall as she shook her head.
Pandora leaned in. “I don’t know about you, but that looked like a confused guy who needs a woman to rein in him. Can’t hurt to try right? No one’s saying you got to marry them, or even like them. But why be lonely? Life is pretty damn short and getting shorter every day. Especially now.”
Dolce thought about the two men, their hot bodies.
How long it’d been since she’d gotten laid.
How they might not have much longer on this planet.
You only live once, right?
Before she realized what she was doing, Dolce found herself storming down the hall after the men.
She thought she heard Pandora mutter, “Atta girl,” in her wake.
Dolce raced after the men, following them to their room. She walked in and slammed the door shut after her.
“You are a pain in the farking ass!” she yelled at Roscoe.
Niner crossed his arms over his chest. “Dude, apologize for being an ass.”
“I wasn’t trying to be an ass,” he said. “It’s not my fault she’s too sensitive.”
“Kiss my ass!” Dolce yelled at Roscoe.
“Yeah? Well, maybe I do want to kiss your ass!” he yelled back. “And your lips. And any other part of your body that I think about kissing. So there!”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I’d like that!” she shouted back.
Niner leaned against the wall, one hand now covering his face as he shook his head. “Guys, if that’s foreplay, really?” He looked at them. “Can’t we come up with something, I don’t know…a little more romantic and a little less shouty?”
She just realized what she and Roscoe had said to each other. Before she could think about it too long, he’d grabbed her and now he was kissing her.
Pretty damn well, come to think of it.
After a second of hesitation, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back, pleasantly startled when she felt his cock harden in his trousers.
The boy seemed to be well hung.
“That’s more like it,” Niner said. He walked over and stood behind her, pressing her against Roscoe’s body.
And damned if it didn’t feel like his well-hung cock was hard, too. She hoped that was his cock pressing against her ass.
Because if it wasn’t his cock, she’d be disappointed.
Fuck it. Life was short, she had a five-year, these guys were well-hung hunks, and she was going to grab happiness by the balls and hang on tight for as long as she could. She dropped her hands to Roscoe’s ass and dug her fingers in, pulling his hips against hers.
Yep, that was his cock.
Yep, she was going to be one really happy girl here shortly.
Just not too shortly, she hoped.
Wouldn’t that be a kicker, for him to be that well hung and a quick-draw?
She shoved that thought away.
Niner brushed her hair from the nape of her neck and kissed her there. Fiery jolts of pleasure shot straight down her spine and into her clit. “Roscoe,” he mumbled, “keep your fucking mouth shut until I tell you otherwise. You piss her off again in the next hour or so, I’m going to rip your cock off and shove it up your ass.”
She broke free just long enough to clarify. “For speaking,” she said. “You can open your mouth for other things.”
Roscoe grinned, fisted her hair in his hand, and crushed his lips onto hers again.
Well, hell, if he could replicate some of that on other parts of her body with his mouth, she didn’t care how fast he was with his cock. She’d make do.
“You got things covered?” Niner murmured in her ear, “Or do I need to grab condoms?”
Roscoe broke their kiss long enough to let her speak. “As long as you guys are clean, I’m covered.”
“Excellent.” He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, forcing her and Roscoe to let loose of each other long enough for him to yank it up and off over her head. Her sports bra followed. She was trying to kick her shoes off when she realized she had her damn tactical boots on. Niner started working on her belt and her jeans. He no sooner got those shoved down her hips than Roscoe sank to his knees and planted that obnoxious mouth of his right into her pussy.
Her eyes fell closed as she grabbed his shoulders for support, a soft moan escaping her.
“Oh, yes,” Niner said. “He makes up with enthusiasm for what he lacks in finesse.” From behind her, she felt Niner’s fingers probing between her legs, one working up into her pussy, which was now quickly growing wet from the way Roscoe was licking her clit.
“Just keep doing that, partner,” Niner said to him. She heard him unfasten his belt and unzip. Then he was pushing her over a little more and she moaned in disappointment when his finger disappeared. Fortunately, it was quickly replaced by the thick knob of his cock.
She gasped, in surprise and shock and more than just a little admiration.
“Hang on, sweetie,” Niner grunted, “because this first one’s going to be hard and fast. You have no fucking idea how long it’s been.” He grabbed her hips and sank all the way into her cunt, stretching her and making her gasp again. This time in pleasure, because Roscoe had settled in for the duration and apparently wasn’t stopping.