Page 214 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Cool,” Cove says, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve been wanting to get my nipples pierced.”

Fiery heat chases away all the ice in my veins. My mind fixates on what Cove’s nipples would look like with metal piercing through the tender flesh. I can’t help but imagine the way they’d taste, too. A little salty like his personality, but sweet because he’s fucking soft.

“That settles it. I’ll get a room ready and call Wex in.” She sneers at me before disappearing into a back room.

Nees playfully punches Cove. “Your nipples? Kinky fucker. You think Nick is into that shit?”

Cove stiffens and scowls at Nees’s words. Someone hit a nerve. Just thinking about that douchebag from Stormy and Copper’s wedding has me fisting my hand, eager to smash the fuck out of something or someone.

“Nick’s married and straight,” Cove grumbles. “It’s not for anyone but me.”

And me.

I’m going to have the metal that’s attached to the bitchy boy between my teeth one day. My dick hardens painfully at the image. All thoughts of Cove’s naked body writhing beneath me vanish when a fat fucker with a long-ass gray beard waddles out of the backroom. Stains litter his once-white T-shirt and he brings with him the scent of greasy fast food. I’m revolted and would prefer to beat the hell out of the slobby fuckface to get answers and access to Empty Moon rather than letting him do work on us.

“I’ll do the virgin first,” Wex says, grinning at Cove.

I know he’s talking about piercing him, but the way he looks at him says something entirely different. Older men seem to lose their fucking sense around this kid. I want to choke the fucker, but Katana’s grip on the back of my neck prevents me from going apeshit.

Cove ignores Wex’s lascivious stare and gives him a nod. Wex shuffles into one of the side rooms, Cove right behind him. I shake off Katana’s hand to follow. The room isn’t that big, but I manage to squeeze into it, my attention solely on Cove. Irritation blazes in his blue eyes—hot and violent. It’s not far off from the look he gave me as our dicks rubbed together. I’m hard as hell in my jeans. Based on the slight pink color on Cove’s cheeks, I’d say he knows it too.

Shame doesn’t flood through me.

Desire does.

It’s such a foreign, unknown concept, I welcome it, allowing fantasies to evolve in my mind. I imagine what it would feel like to pull Cove’s jeans down, smack his pale ass, and then press the head of my thick cock between his cheeks.

“Take your shirt off,” Wex says, snapping me from my daydream.

I crack my neck. My eyes never leave Cove, but I keep Wex in my peripheral. Cove slowly tugs off his cut like it’s a striptease, his antagonizing grin aimed my way.

“Keep it up, Baby Prospect,” I warn, my voice a low growl. “You tease the dragon and you’re going to meet his fire.”

He shivers, which only seems to wake my dick up even more. My mouth goes dry when he peels away his T-shirt, revealing more of his bare flesh. He sits down in the chair and leans back. Without shame, I boldly rake my gaze down over his slightly muscular chest. There isn’t a hair to be found on his young chest, though there is a golden trail of hair below his navel that leads beneath his jeans. The slight bulge in his jeans tells me he doesn’t hate me nearly as much as he thinks he does.

I lean against the wall on my shoulder and pull my knife out so I have something to do with my hands rather than run them over Cove’s silky flesh. The tip of my blade is sharp and stings when I press it a little too hard into the palm of myhand. Crimson dots my skin, slowly growing in size. As Wex sanitizes Cove’s nipples, a dark rage rolls in like thunderclouds, swallowing up all peaceful sense.

“Perfect little nipples,” Wex praises, tugging at the pebbled skin with gloved fingers. “Sometimes I love this job.”

With a perverted grin, he readies himself to pierce Cove. The moment the needle pushes through the tender skin, Cove whimpers, clearly not expecting the pain of it.

“Fuck,” Cove hisses. “That fucking hurt.”

Cove

Holy shit.

The blinding, burning pain ripping across my chest is almost too much. I barely contain the surprised mewl. Gritting my teeth and fisting my hands, I try to ignore the searing pain and prepare myself to repeat it. Waiting for Wex to move on to the next nipple is torturous.

Something silver glints in my peripheral and I’m distracted by the man standing there. Dragon is a psychopath, but fuck does he look so damn good sometimes. Okay, all the time. And seeing the starved way he devours me with his narrowed green eyes is enough to make me squirm, remembering last night in great detail.

We were drunk…but goddamn did it feel good.

His strong, powerful body pinned my own down as he ground his naked cock against mine. It was equally horrifying because of who it was and the single most exquisite moment of my entire life. The lust won out as I eagerly chased my orgasm. However, the second reality came crashing in, the shame swept over me like a tidal wave.

Sick, sick Cove.

You liked blowing your kidnapper and you secretly like the man who would have raped and murdered you had your sister not sacrificed herself.

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