Page 40 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Several more voices join the fray and then there are splashes everywhere. Well, today got a lot less boring. I’ve nearly made it to the side when his strong arm wraps around me. His weight drags me beneath the surface and I claw, desperate for air. He pushes from the bottom and we resurface. I sputter and choke as he manhandles my body, crushing my bare chest to his fully clothed one.

“Bad, bad girl,” he says, his voice deceptively calm.

Rather than running from him, I cling to him, inhaling his scent on his wet neck. He rubs a circle with his fingertips on my back and kisses my head.

Maybe I’m not in trouble after all.

“You know I can’t let this slide.”

I pull away just enough to look up at him. His hair flattened over his brows and hanging in his dark, violent eyes. Everywhere he touches me, I seem to be electrocuted.

“I’m sorry,” I croak out.

“Me too.”

I remember last night when he said he doesn’t like to spank. So why the hell does he do it?

“Please, Koyn,” I whisper, our lips almost touching. I could kiss him. Maybe convince him not to spank me.

His eyes darken. “I have to get you out of here without flashing your tits to every goddamn person out here.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to protect you.”

Giving up, I wrap my arms around his neck and do the same with my legs around his waist. With his hand gripping my ass, he swims us out of the deep end. He ignores the taunting and laughter of his guys as he climbs out of the pool. The chill of the air against my wet skin makes me shiver. I burrow against his warm body.

“I’m cold,” I whine.

“Me too.” His voice is harsh and gritty.

He walks us inside and it gets impossibly colder. I tremble violently as I cling to him.

“The couch,” I murmur as we pass it by.

“I’m not whipping your half naked ass where Bermuda or Bizzy can wank off to it.”

Koyn

Anger boils my blood, heating my chilled flesh to inhuman degrees. It pisses me off that she took her fucking top off for anyone to see. She’s too unruly. Worse than Blaire ever was. I’m too pissed to spank her. I’d bruise her ass for sure. Right now, I need to focus on getting her warm. Her teeth have begun to chatter. I stalk through my massive house and up the stairs.

When I make it to my bathroom and turn on the shower, she refuses to let go.

“On your feet,” I grind out.

She shakes her head. This fucking girl.

“You’re freezing and you need to get warm.” I squeeze her ass in an affectionate way. “On your feet.”

“I don’t want you to spank me.” She lifts her chin and frowns at me.

“You pissed me off too much. If I spanked you, I’d hurt you. All I want is to warm you up.”

She narrows her eyes in a suspicious way, but doesn’t move to stand. I’m going to have to peel this naked girl off me. Or shower with her.

I kick off my boots and then walk into the hot shower. Her nervous laughter makes me fight a smile.

“You should take off your clothes.” Her words are breathy and almost needy sounding.

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