Page 39 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I roll my eyes but accept the white swimsuit. She peels off her top and flashes her tits at me. Everything about Stormy is perfect. It makes me feel inadequate. Ignoring those self-loathing thoughts, I change into the white suit.

“This is a bad idea,” she says and bites down on her bottom lip as she peruses her gaze up my body.

“Why?”

“Because you look like a snack, Hadley. There are like ten bikers in there who would probably like a bite.”

“Not all ten,” I argue. “Koyn thinks he’s my daddy.”

“I could tell by the ass whipping he gave you last night.” She walks into the bathroom and grabs two towels. “You kind of deserved that.”

“Rude,” I scoff, but I know I did. I wanted to see how far I could push him.

“Try not to taunt any of those dickheads, m’kay?”

“Can’t make any promises.”

It’s cold out today. Really cold. The steam from the pool clouds around us. Both Stormy and I are standing as deep as we can and still keeping our heads above water. It’s quiet aside from the wind whistling.

The back door opens and several deep voices start chattering. I hear the flick of a lighter. Someone coughs. A laugh.

Stormy opens her mouth, but I shush her with a hand over it.

“…it’s an alias…”

“…has to come from money…”

“…Dallas…”

I freeze, my eyes going wide, and my hand slides away, splashing the water.

“Someone’s in the pool,” Payne growls, stalking around the side of the house.

Behind him, Filter and Koyn come to stand. Koyn’s gaze is razor-sharp as his cheeks suck in, inhaling a drag from his cigarette.

“Spying?” Koyn growls, his fury directed at Stormy.

“Yeah,” I huff. “I was. She didn’t want to.”

Stormy doesn’t deserve Koyn’s wrath.

“Get out of the pool.” Koyn drops his cigarette to the concrete and stubs it out with his black boot.

“Too cold.” I smile sweetly at him.

Filter curses under his breath and Stormy glowers at me.

At least Koyn’s not boring.

“Get. Out. Of. The. Pool.”

I swim to the deepest part, away from the sides, and unhook the back of my bikini top. “Nah, I’d rather stay here where it’s hot.”

As soon as Koyn realizes I’m taking off my top, he loses his shit, pacing the side like a bull ready to charge. But I’m safe. I flash him a wicked grin before pulling the bikini top out of the water and slinging it at him. It makes a splash near the edge. What makes a bigger splash is him.

I gape, stunned and treading water, as he dives in fully clothed.

“Oh, shit!” I screech, turning and swimming toward the side.

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