Page 268 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Heat prickles over my flesh and it has nothing to do with the Dragon lookalike.

No, the fire crawling down my torso on a straight path to my dick is caused by the real Dragon. My Dragon. A man who burns hotter than a thousand suns. The heavy thud of his boots across the marble demands every eye in the room as he walks into it. His emerald eyes bore into me, sweeping over me brieflyto assess me for God only knows what, before landing on his family. His mother specifically.

“Hey, Mom.” He lifts a tattooed hand in greeting, flashing a half-smile that’s boyish and one I’ve never seen before.

She gasps, her hand flying to her chest. I expect her to shake or faint or something. Instead, she stalks over to Dragon until she’s inches from him.

“Do not ‘hey, Mom’ me. Not now. Not after all this time.” Her voice cracks only slightly. “I thought you were dead. I thought my son was dead.”

“Told you,” the Dragon lookalike mutters.

“Kai,” Owen admonishes.

Dragon tears his eyes from hers, his dark brows furling as he drops his chin to stare down at his feet. It’s such a docile move for someone so…wild.

“Chase, baby, look at me,” Lindsay whispers, her manicured fingers brushing beneath his chin and lifting so he’s forced to look at her. “You came back to me.”

His eyes slam shut and he mutters, “Momma.”

The slight woman jerks him into her arms, hugging him so tightly, I think she might have the power to break him. His massive, tattooed arms wrap around her, squeezing her back just as hard. Owen breaks from his stupor, rushing over to him, flinging his arms around both of them. Benjamin and Kai also approach, both wearing matching somber expressions.

I feel like a voyeur.

Watching something I’m not supposed to see.

A private family reunion that’s long overdue.

“I’ll go keep Filter company,” Nees mumbles from beside me. “You should stay, though. I think he’s going to need you.”

I glower at him for leaving me in the middle of—this—but he’s not bothered, quickly slipping away and out the door. The sniffles from Lindsay and Owen are heartbreaking. I imaginethe discovery of finding out your oldest son is alive after over a decade has to be obliterating their minds right now.

Kai catches my gaze and frowns at me. “Who are you?”

“Chase’s boyfriend,” Benjamin blurts out. “If we’re to believe any of this shit right now.”

Kai drags his stare over me, assessing me in one quick sweep. His lips curl into an expression of disbelief. “Kind of small. The one outside was hotter. No offense, but you’re really not his type.”

I stiffen my spine. “No offense, but you really don’t know him at all.”

Benjamin snorts out a laugh.

“Hmph,” Kai mutters, flashing me a wicked grin. “Maybe youarehis type. I forgot he always liked the mouthy ones.”

“Stop flirting with him or I’ll rip your head off,” Dragon growls, his teary eyes quickly hardening to the malevolent green I know so well.

“Boys,” Lindsay admonishes, though there’s a smile in her voice. “Though neither of you still live at home, house rules still apply.”

“No fighting in the house,” all three boys say at once.

Owen winks at me.

Of course Dragon’s family would be the new-age version ofLeave it to Beaver. Of course they would.

Everything I thought I knew about Dragon is all wrong. It seems, every passing minute, he throws a wrench into what I think I knew and I’m revealed something a lot more…shocking or interesting or unexpected.

And I’m still here, craving to learn more.

It’s a strange thing to see.

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