Page 123 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Now, you’re going to drink that soup like a good girl,” I rumble, stroking my thumb over her bottom lip. “And then you’re going to tell me every detail of Collins and Vidal you can remember.”

I pull away from her and stand. Her eyes fall to the way my dick strains in my work slacks.

“Keep staring at it like you want it in your mouth, Stormy, and I’m going to put it in your mouth. Eat the soup, woman.”

She scoots to the edge of the bed, wincing when she lowers her injured foot to the ground. I pick up the bowl of broth and sit beside her before handing it to her. As she sips on it, I grab the blanket to wrap over her shoulders.

“Tell me everything you can remember.”

She turns her head, her blue eyes studying me. “We already discussed it all last night.”

“There’s been a new revelation. Someone placed an anonymous call to my superior stating we need to look into the Royal Bastards MC.”

Her features pinch into a frown. “It has to be Collins and Vidal.”

“Agreed.”

“Why are they so fixated on you guys?” she ponders aloud before sipping on her broth. “None of this makes any sense.”

“We have to make it make sense real fucking quick, though. Right now, they have an edge on us. Tell me everything about what they were wearing, what they looked like, and where Collins’s office was. I need to know every detail so I can give Koyn as much as I can.”

She gulps down the rest of the broth before setting the bowl down on the end table. “I’m cold.”

“That’s what happens when you run through the woods in the dead-ass of winter wearing nothing but a hoodie,” I grind out. “Stop stalling.”

“I’m not stalling,” she snaps. “I can’t feel my fucking toes. Run me a bath and I’ll tell you what I know.”

Fuck my life.

If Filter saw me running this bitch a bath and feeding her soup like she’s a goddamn princess, he’d shoot us both in the heads. Thank fuck he’s not here.

“Fine. But you’re not bathing alone. I’m going to sit my ass in that bathroom and get answers. You can take or leave the deal.”

“I’ll take it.” She glowers at me. “Asshole.”

My palm itches to flip her onto her stomach and take a hand to her ass again. Instead, I curl my hand into a fist and storm out of the bedroom toward the master bath. I start a hot bath and locate some old bubble shit Krista left behind from when she andI were still married. I’m just dumping it in when I feel Stormy’s presence. She limps into the bathroom, looking pitiful as fuck.

I walk over to her and tug the blanket from her grip. She curls her arms around her waist, not looking me in the eye. Since her hand is fucked up, I take it upon myself to help rid her of the rest of her undergarments. With a quick flick of my fingers, I unhook the back of her bra and then pull the straps off her shoulders. She uncrosses her arms, allowing the bra to hit the floor. Shamelessly, I rake my greedy stare over her perfect tits. My dick is roaring to life once more as I admire the tanned round globes and hardened pink nipples.

“They’re real,” she sasses. “Everyone always says they’re fake, but they’re not.”

I cup one in my palm, squeezing hard enough she gasps. “Feels pretty real to me.”

She smacks my hand away. “Don’t touch me, motherfucker.”

A chuckle rumbles out of me as I stand behind her. Her red striped ass gets my dick really hard. I hook my thumbs into her thong and tug it down her thighs. The inside of her thong is wet from her arousal. I’d give my left nut to pick them up and inhale her scent. Unfortunately, Koyn will kick my ass if I don’t get answers soon. Sniffing her panties like some sort of lovesick dickhead isn’t going to get those answers. I squat down beside her and remove the compression wrap on her ankle so she can soak her foot in the tub.

She cries out when I scoop her into my arms. Carefully, I lower her into the hot bath, soaking the arms of my jacket.

“I’m going to change out of these clothes and then I want you to tell me everything. No more stalling.”

Stormy

I’m losing my mind.

I thought Copper was the safest choice for captivity, but I’d been wrong. So wrong. He’s the worst choice because he’s just compassionate and good-looking enough that I drop my guard.

Boy did I drop it.

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