Page 272 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Cove, though smaller than me, manages to pull me against him in a comforting embrace. I cling to his shirt, my tears soaking the material. His fingers stroke through my hair, soothing me with such a simple maneuver.

“Come on,” he croons. “Let’s get into bed. It’s been a long day.”

Somehow, though in a daze, I strip and find my way beneath the covers. Cove does the same and curls up against me. I like feeling his bare skin on mine and his hot breath tickling my chest.

I like him here.

I like him everywhere.

His lips press to my skin near my nipple and then he scrapes his teeth over it. “I have a packet of lube in my wallet. Stay right here.”

He sits up, his erection bobbing, and climbs over me to fetch it from his jeans. After opening it with his teeth, he sets one knee on the edge of the bed and smears some lube on his fingertips. I take my throbbing cock into my hand, watching as he brings his fingers to his rear.

“Did you ever fuck anyone in your bed?” he asks. “Guys? Girls?”

“Are you kidding me?” I rumble. “My mom would have beaten my ass. Probably still will if she finds out we’re fucking under her roof.”

Cove flashes me an impish grin. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. We’ll be quiet.”

A groan escapes him as he preps his hole. I can’t see what he’s doing back there, but I can tell by the way his eyes flutter he’s at least got two fingers inside his tight ass.

“Stop having all the fun by yourself,” I growl. “Come sit on my cock, baby.”

His cheeks turn rosy and a sweet smile curls his lips up. “I like when you call me that.”

“That’s your name, Baby Prospect.”

“No, dumbass. I like it when you call me baby. It makes me feel…”

“Like you’re mine?”

He nods, biting on his bottom lip in such a tempting way I nearly come from the sight of it. “Yes.”

“Youaremine. Now get on my fucking dick.”

He pulls his hand from his ass and then crawls onto the bed. Once he’s straddling me, he stares at me with a tender expression that makes my heart nearly leap out of my chest. With his blond hair hanging down and his serious blue eyes pinning me, something clicks inside me. Like a key turning into a lock. A small snap that makes sense and opens a door I didn’t know existed.

More lube gets poured onto my dick and Cove strokes it, making sure to coat it well. Then, gingerly, he positions himself over my fat crown. With eyes locked on me, he slowly sinks down until he’s fully seated.

I could come just like this.

“Move,” I command, slightly bucking up my hips.

His grin is devilish. “I’ll move when I’m good and ready. You’re not in control this time. I am.”

I tense at his words.

Not in control.

Not in control.

“Hey,” he snaps, earning my attention. “It’s me. Not him. Me. You have a safeword.”

Relief—even though I feel stupid for it—floods through me. I roam my palms up his thighs, needing to touch him. “Kiss me.”

Grabbing my wrists, he pushes them against the bed on either side of my head. Then he dips down to bring his mouth to mine.I eagerly meet his mouth with a frenzied kiss. I’m lost to the way our tongues slick across one another until a jolt of pleasure zings through me.

He’s moving.

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