Page 144 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Do you at least know where they came from?” Stormy interjects, looking like a goddamn treat with her tits in my face, and annoyed by our brotherly teasing.

“Why the hell are you suddenly Team Koynakov?” Koyn demands, his tone no longer playful and now dripping with malice.

“She just is,” I bark back. “Stormy’s my responsibility, remember? I’ve got her under control. Focus on the real problem here. Where did they come from?”

Koyn gives up on the battle, which has me hoping one day he won’t be too pissed at me when he finds out I’m fucking the mole.

“I heard Katana mention a restaurant once in Memphis. A place he missed. Dragon tensed up, which means he knew of it too. I’d bet all my money in the bank they came from Tennessee.”

“It’s a start. Let me know if you come up with anything else. I’m going to do some searching on my end,” I tell him. “Don’t worry. We’re going to figure this shit out.”

Stormy nods in agreement. “Hell yeah we are.”

“Keep me posted,” Koyn grunts before hanging up.

As soon as the conversation is over, I toss my phone on the desk, grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing. “Lie back on the desk so I can lick your wet pussy.”

She smacks at my shoulder. “How do you know it’s wet?”

I slide my finger past the fabric of her thong, along her slit, and into her slick, inviting body. “Because I wouldn’t be able to do this.” I pull it away and then bring my glistening finger to my nose so I can inhale her scent. “Now, little storm.”

Stormy

This fucker is too damn smug. I want to smack the look right off his face, but he’s right. I do want him. I want this thing to happen between us. As much as I crave to start digging into Dragon’s past, I’m distracted by the beast in front of me, demanding all my attention. When I don’t move fast enough, he grabs my hips and sets me on the edge of his desk beside his keyboard. He shoves it out of the way, nearly knocking it off the desk in the process in his haste to get to me.

“Spread your legs, woman.”

Goddamn it. His bossiness turns me on and I hate that. I’m normally one for calling all the shots in my life and in the bedroom. Even with Filter. We did what I wanted and when I initiated it. This thing with Copper is different than anything I’ve ever known.

With eyes locked on his heated brown ones, I spread my thighs and rest on my elbows so I can watch him. A wicked smirk passes over his features as he rolls his chair forward. I’m mesmerized by the tattoos and muscles on display, eager to have him on top of me. He brings his nose to my pussy and inhales like a fucking freak. I’m a damn freak too because I shudder at the caveman move.

“You smell too fucking good, little storm,” he praises. “You smell like mine.”

As soon as he utters the word “mine,” his tongue is chasing it up my slit to my clit. My breath gets sucked out of me as I revel in the glorious sensation. Before I can recover from the surprise of the pleasure rippling through me, he sucks on my clit. I yelp and then growl when he bites me.

“Fucker,” I hiss, one of my hands finding his messy, windblown hair.

His hot breath tickles me as he chuckles. “Hush, woman, and let me eat my pussy in peace.”

I smack his head, earning me another nip to my clit. If it didn’t feel so damn good, I’d kick him in his stupid head. But it does feel good. He rotates between sucking and biting, driving me mad with desire. I’m close to the edge of ecstasy when he slides a finger back inside my body. A moan reverberates from me. His finger curls out, seeking a part of me that’s often elusive and hard to find. I should have known this smug bastard would find it with one single swipe.

“Copper!” I cry out, jolting with pleasure.

He sucks on my clit, rubbing that part of me within that drives me wild. I rip at his hair, not even feeling bad, as he viciously extracts pleasure from me with a single finger and his tongue. It only takes another few seconds of his efforts before I explode. Stars glitter around me as pleasure pulsates through me in a deliciously addictive way. His finger slips out too soon and he stands up. I expect him to shove his pants down and fuck me across his desk. Instead, he admires me with an appreciative gaze that suddenly makes me feel shy.

“What?” I demand, my voice shaky.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

I’ve been told that line many times before by many men, but never has it had this effect on me. A fluttering in my chest. Silly grin on my face. Heat burning on my cheeks and neck.

“You just going to stare all night or are we going to fuck?” I taunt, desperately trying to find my usual confidence.

He grabs my hands, pulling me to a seating position, and then he lifts me up. “I’m not fucking you for the first time on my desk, Stormy. I want you in my goddamn bed.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my nose against his hair that smells like pine and sunshine as he carries me. The way he holds me feels possessive. As though I belong to him. And not in some captive sort of way. Like I’m really his. I’ve been good for a fuck, but never the type of girl guys aim to keep.

Copper wants to keep me.

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