Page 141 of Outlaws of Tulsa

A rise of fiery anger swells inside me. Before I can open my mouth, he presses his thumb to my lips, shutting me up.

“I took you, Stormy, because I didn’t want to see your ass end up in the fire beside Putnam and Genworth.”

“You wanted to punish me,” I accuse, shoving his muscular chest.

“I wanted to find out what the fuck was going on with you,” he bites back, “but I wasn’t eager to have a fucking prisoner. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s quite a damn chore keeping you alive and well.”

“You poor baby.”

He grabs my hips, yanking me back to him. “You’ve been living in my house for months and it’s fucking with my head. I’m no longer interested in what I can get from you. I just want you.”

I relax against him, hating that he can play my body like he owns it and my mind with all the right words. “I hate you,” I lie.

Smug bastard grins. “Pout all you want, little storm, but I find it sexy as fuck.”

“I can’t do this with you. I’m still the girl who was spying on you and your brother. You’ll never be able to trust or respect me. Hell, when we get home, you’ll probably take great satisfaction in cuffing me back to my bed.”

His jaw clenches, annoyance glittering in his gaze. “Next time I cuff you, it’ll be in my bed. And it’ll be because I’ll want the freedom to explore you without interruption.”

Heat flares across my chest and pools in my belly. “Your brother will be pissed.”

My words hit their intended target because he flinches. I start to pull away again, but his large hands find my ass, keeping me flush against him.

“Koyn will be on a need to know basis. Right now, whatever happens between us, is between us. Got it?”

“Your secret side chick?”

“A secret side chick would imply I have a wife, which I don’t.” His brow lifts. “You applying for the job?”

I roll my eyes at him. “Take me home.”

“Home?”

Ugh. Fucker.

“Now, Copper.”

He slides a hand into my hair, tightening his fist around it and tugging. “Last night was the last straw. Seeing you prance around without your bra and listening to you sass me was too much. Keeping you at a distance still wasn’t working. All day long, I think about your ass. I worry about you. I’m happy my dogs love you and that you’re no longer afraid of them.” He presses a kiss to my mouth. “I liked sleeping with you in my arms. It felt right, little storm. And when the guys showed up, flirting with you, I wanted to throttle each and every one of them. Know why?”

“Because you’re a dick?”

His eyes twinkle. “Yeah. A dick who was feeling all kinds of possessive over his woman. You’re not my captive, Stormy, you’re my woman. Whether you like it or not, somewhere along the way in the past several months, you turned into her. No matter how I tried denying it in my head, my heart nor my dick were listening.”

“I should hate you,” I grumble. “For everything you’ve done to me.”

“And I should hate you for what you’ve done to my brother and the other Royal Bastards.”

Guilt resurfaces, making my heart stammer. “But…”

“But all that shit doesn’t matter when we’re together.” He kisses my forehead. “Put on your helmet so I can take you home.”

“What happens when we get home?”

“We do.”

Copper

The ride back to the house doesn’t take long. My heart is thundering in my chest as I replay our kisses from earlier. With her tits smashed against my back, all I can think about is getting her home so I can strip her and make her scream. When we get back, the dogs come running from the woods, barking like lunatics. Stormy jumps off my bike to give them a proper greeting, calling them her adorable babies and kissing them. I can’t help but compare the first time she met them to now. Those dogs fucking love her.

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