Page 133 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“I miss Bermuda,” I admit. “Most of all, I think.”

Copper doesn’t say anything, just continues to play with my hair in a soothing way. I flip to the next picture. It’s of Katana, a rare smirk on his face. Usually, he shows no emotion. It makes me wonder what he’s looking at. The next picture answers my question. Dragon, a demonic grin on his face, has a marshmallow on a stick, flaming bright from where he’s caught it on fire and is trying to offer it to Hadley. Koyn looks ready to shove that fiery stick up his ass. A laugh bubbles out of me.

The next picture is a selfie of Copper and Krista. She has a sassy haircut that looks stylish for her age that’s close to Copper’s. A pang of jealousy spikes through me.

“I didn’t know you two were fucking again,” I spit out before I can stop myself.

Copper tenses up. “I’m not fucking my ex-wife.”

His dark eyes are lit up with amusement and hers shine with love.

“Could have fooled me,” I snap before dropping his phone in his lap and rolling away from him. Tears sting at my eyes and I feel like an idiot. What did I really think would happen?I’d somehow seduce Copper into loving me? That we’d go from being captor and captive to husband and wife? I’m such an idiot. Captivity is making me insane, apparently.

“You’re really fucking jealous,” Copper marvels, curling his body around mine.

I ignore him, slamming my eyes closed. I’m unable to ignore the way his large hand covers the expanse of my stomach, a couple of fingers stroking over my exposed midriff. His cock is hard pressed against my ass. As much as I craved to get him to fuck me, I’m suddenly not feeling in the mood any longer.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling my neck. “I didn’t fuck Krista and haven’t since before the divorce. She and I are better as friends. If she hadn’t gotten pregnant with Blake all those years ago, I would’ve probably realized that a lot sooner.”

My body relaxes at his words, making me feel like a dumb, lovesick teenager. I shouldn’t care who he fucks. But, since he claimed me and took me to his house that fateful night when I blew my cover, I’ve felt like I do belong to him. Him fucking another woman feels like a betrayal, which is stupid since he owes me nothing.

“For the record, I think your jealousy is cute.” His voice rumbles its way straight to my pussy. “It almost makes me think you care.”

I don’t.

Asshole.

He drags a blanket up our legs before wrapping his arm back around me, his palm finding its way to my stomach again. “You’re not going to run away, are you?”

“And get sucked up into a tornado with my two dogs like Dorothy? Pass.”

A chuckle reverberates through him. “What makes you think my dogs would go on this adventure too?”

“They’remydogs now.”

I can feel his smile against my neck. “Is that so?”

“It so is.”

“Hmm.”

“You can rest, though, knowing your babies aren’t leaving you. No need to cuff the hot one up tonight.”

I drift off, not at all hating the way I feel safe and cared for in his powerful grip.

He’s a monster, remember?

Kind of tough to remember when he’s so damn cuddly and sweet.

Copper

Iwake to loud-ass barking. It takes a second to recognize where I’m at and with whom. A groan rumbles from me as I realize Stormy’s perfect tit is nestled in my palm beneath her shirt. Damn her for being so goddamn tempting. I’m not a monster like she claims, but I’m also no saint. I run my thumb over her hard nipple, wondering what it would taste like between my teeth. Hansel barks again, ruining my moment to appreciate the finer parts of this woman.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble to my dogs. “You have to pee. Point taken.”

Reluctantly, I pull away from my sleeping captive and stand up to open the closet door. The moment I get it open, the dogs fly out and head for the front door. As soon as I open it, they sprint out into the wet yard. It’s then I hear what they were getting all excited about.

Engines.

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