Page 217 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I bristle at his words. “That day in the cage, with you, I didn’t want it either.”

“I’m not like him.” His words are soft, barely fluttering over me like a feather. “I’m not.”

“You take what you want,” I accuse, the steamy reminder of last night igniting in my balls.

“If I took what I want,” he snaps back, “I’d have your pretty dick in my mouth and this conversation would be over.”

I swallow, trying desperately to get the image of this sinfully hot man on his knees with my cock down his throat. “You should shower,” I choke out. “We have shit to do.”

Fucking isn’t on that agenda, much to my aching dick’s dismay.

Dragon releases his grip on my jaw, his thumb brushing along my cheek. He doesn’t say another word as I step back and gain my bearings. I snatch up my clothes, eager to escape before he starts stripping off his.

Something tells me we’re not done discussing this subject.

And fuck if I’m not looking forward to it.

I have a death wish, that’s for damn sure.

Dragon

We’re outsiders. That’s blatantly obvious in the way everyone glares at us as we make our way inside the bar, Empty Moon. Because Wex got himself killed, we don’t have the access to wherever it is Max Corsetti might be hiding out at. But even though Koyn bitched my ass out on the phone earlier after my shower, I don’t regret it.

The fucker had it coming.

Four stools along the bar vacate as we approach. I’m not keen on leaving my back to these people, but I need a damn drink. I hop onto the first one and Katana slides in beside me. Nees and Cove sit on his other side. Nees, the big mouth of our group, flashes his fake ID and orders a round for the four of us. The bartender doesn’t seem perturbed that Nees and Cove look like a couple of kids as he pours out some shots of tequila. I slam mine back, relishing the burn in my throat, before shoving the glass back toward the bartender for more. I’ve downed three before I begin to loosen up.

We’ll figure out where that little Corsetti rat’s hiding out and then we’ll catch him. He’s lucky it’s us he’s going to encounter rather than Loki. Loki’s crazy ass makes me seem sane.

Cove laughs at something Nees says, drawing my attention his way. His cheeks have been perpetually stained pink since our encounter in the motel bathroom. The animosity that’s normally thrown my way seems to have calmed.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Katana says, his voice low enough for only me to hear.

“Hmm?”

“You. Actually being normal.”

I cut my eyes to his dark, amused ones. “Fuck off.”

“I’m just saying, you’re different with BP.”

Fidgeting at his words, I knock back another shot before shrugging. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Katana smirks at me. “Denial is new too.”

“I’m not in denial.”

“You want to fuck him.” He leans in, a taunting grin on his face. “And from where I sit, I’d say he’d be into it too.”

Gritting my teeth, I try not to think about ripping Cove’s clothes from his body and sinking into his tight ass. I bet he’d make more of those breathy sounds and try to rip my hair out as he comes like a wild man. My dick is achingly hard in my jeans at the fantasy.

“No one cares, you know,” Katana continues like he’s a teenage gossip queen.

“If I fuck the kid?”

“If you fuck anyone, yeah, specifically the kid. Just because he’s a guy, no one is going to give a shit.”

My gaze once again finds Cove. His eyes dart away, the pink of his cheeks darkening. With his crooked smile and soft blond hair, he’s an angelic temptation this devil can’t ignore. If Koyn knew I was here obsessing over his prospect rather than stalking out our mark, he’d whip my ass.

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