Page 138 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Fuck, she’s too pretty.

Her pretty face and hot body are going to make me do regrettable things.

Ignoring the way my dick throbs painfully in my jeans, I set to unlocking the collar. My fingers brush along her neck and she shivers. I try not to inhale her sexy-ass perfume she’s spritzed on and focus on freeing her. Once I’ve removed the collar, I toss it onto the grass.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, bringing her fingertips to her neck. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

My dick strains, eager to get out and show her what else feels good.

“Put this on and hop on,” I grunt out, thrusting a helmet at her.

She dons the helmet, a silly grin on her gorgeous made up face, and then grabs onto my shoulders as she straddles my bike behind me. Krista has ridden with me a few times for fun, but it never felt like Stormy does right now.

Like her body was made to wrap around mine.

A perfect fucking fit.

I like the way her arms tighten around my body, smashing her big tits to my back, as I take off. The wind is warm as we cruise along the road. It’s been too long since I’ve ridden for pleasure. Lately it’s just out to visit Koyn so we can put our heads together as we try to figure out our problem.

While we ride, I think about Collins and Vidal. Ever since the random phone call to my superior, they haven’t tried any more shit. It’s been quiet. And we’ve been discreetly combing through each guy on Koyn’s list. If he’d put them in a room and let me interrogate them, I’d get the answers I’m looking for, but my brother is big on loyalty and he thinks that’ll just drive a wedge between him and his guys if he starts accusing one of them of hiding important shit from him.

He’s Prez and calls the shots, even if I don’t agree with what he does all the time.

I drive down to a secluded park near the lake and shut the engine off. Stormy doesn’t climb off right away. Instead, she lets out a heavy sigh.

“I know who it is,” she mutters. “I know who’s hiding from Vidal and Collins.”

Stormy

My heart hammers in my chest as my mind goes a mile a minute trying to piece all the parts of the past into an order that makes sense. All training I received before becoming a Fed floods my mind. I thrum with the need to figure it all out.

I climb off the bike and try not to lose focus. Copper looks good enough to eat in a tight white T-shirt, distressed jeans, and black motorcycle boots. Where he’d made me wear his helmet, Copper went without. His dark hair is now tousled in a just-fucked way that has me craving to run my fingers through the strands. Brown eyes are intense as they bore into me, searching for answers.

Answers I have.

I know I’m right.

He climbs off his hog and saunters my way. Strong, deft fingers unhook the strap on my helmet and he pulls it off my head to set it on the bike. I absently brush the loose strands of hair away from my face as I gather my thoughts.

“There’s a bench over here,” Copper says, grabbing hold of my hand and guiding me away from the bike.

His touch sends a delicious thrill shooting through me. All morning, at breakfast, I’d been unable to take my eyes off him. I couldn’t erase the way his possessive hand felt cupping my tit when he thought I was sleeping. More than anything, I wantedhim to strip me down and fuck me in his closet. I would’ve begged for it too if the boys hadn’t shown up when they did.

The bench offers a sparkling view of the lake. Normally, I’d be eager to go swimming or to admire it, but right now, my focus is on this conversation. Copper sits in the middle of the bench and then surprises me by pulling me on one of his strong, muscular thighs. I wrap an arm around his shoulders, not at all mad that his face is inches from my cleavage. His eyes drop to my tits for a long second until he finally meets my eyes again.

“Talk, Stormy.”

I let out a heavy sigh, absently running my fingers through his messy hair. “Dragon.”

Rather than laughing or rolling his eyes, he frowns. “Of all the people on my list, he wasn’t at the top. Not to mention, when I told him, Koyn, and Filter we had someone hiding within our ranks, he didn’t flinch or show any signs of recognition or fear. He’s a tough sonofabitch, which is the main reason he’s not topped that list thus far.”

“I agree,” I say with a nod that makes my tits jiggle. “But what do you really know about Dragon? Do you even know his name?”

“Not yet,” he admits.

“Have you asked him?”

“No.” He lets out a heavy sigh. “Koyn is being fucking weird about all this. He wants answers, but he doesn’t want to come right out and ask his guys the questions. Like accusing them will break their trust with him or some shit.”

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