Page 193 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Oh no,” Koyn deadpans as he exits. “Someone must have gotten to the bad guys before us and cut their dicks off.” Several guys wince. “Better hurry and get them medical attention. We want to make sure they remember this moment for the rest of their lives in prison.”

Dan smirks at him. “The victims?”

“About fifteen of them in one of the rooms,” I tell him. “Ready for extraction.”

He sends his team in but lingers back with Koyn and me. “Their dicks? Really?”

“Don’t look at me,” I say, holding up my hands. “I didn’t slice up a dick like I was cutting up a hotdog for a toddler.”

Koyn grunts. “Don’t let him fool you with his good boy act, Dan. He took Vidal’s balls. And I’m the goddamn psycho?”

Dan’s brows fly to his hairline. “Enjoying retirement a bit much, huh?”

“Something like that.” I shrug, grinning at him.

“Most assholes take up golf,” Dan grumbles. “Whatever. I’m going to try and erase that nightmarish shit from my brain right now. What are you and Stormy doing next week? The wife wants you both over for dinner.”

“We’ll be there,” I assure him. “Get the girls to set it up.”

He clasps my shoulder and nods. “Thanks for bringing this operation down. It might not have been the way we were taught as Feds, but it’s the right way.”

“Enough sappy shit,” Koyn grunts. “Kiss goodbye so I can get back to my ol’ lady.”

We arrive back at the fancy as fuck hotel on the Strip, ignoring all the unusual stares of everyone we pass. Two badass bikers who give off the “we just cut off some dicks” aura. Let’s just say, they give us a wide berth to pass. By the time we reach the Penthouse, I’m eager to swoop my woman up and sink my very much still-attached-to-my-body dick into her body.

Koyn swipes his keycard on the panel and pushes inside only to be met by a surly Payne. As soon as he sees it’s Koyn, he nods and steps out of the way. We left the rest of the gang back in Tulsa, but brought Payne to look after the girls while we took care of business.

Sitting on the large leather sectional, two pregnant women smile back at us. Hadley’s just barely pregnant with their second baby, but Stormy is really poking out with our son.

“Koyn!” Hadley shrieks when Koyn scoops her off the couch.

“Shhh,” Koyn growls. “You’ll wake the princess. I have shit to do to you that no baby girl needs to see. Hush your mouth and let me take care of you.”

The caveman carries his girl back to his cave, leaving me alone with mine. I hold my hand out to her and help her off the couch. Once our fingers thread together, I walk her back to our room and close the door.

“We got them,” I murmur as I rip off my leather cut. “Now I’m going to get you.”

She peels off one of my old FBI T-shirts, exposing her protruding belly to me. “I’m ready.”

I smirk as I shed the rest of my clothes. She’s slower in the removal of hers. It gives me time to appreciate the way her hugetits jiggle. The second she’s naked, I grab her ass and lift her, walking her back over to the bed. Even pregnant, she weighs nothing, so I gently plant her on the bed where I can ravish her like the madman I am.

She groans when I spread her thighs and rub my nose over her cunt.

“Mmm, smells like mine.”

“Hell yeah it’s yours,” she murmurs. “Now lick it like you own it.”

I grin at her bossiness and then set to sucking and licking every sensitive part of her pussy. She jolts and spasms, ripping at my hair as she guides me just where she wants it. All it takes is a playful tug at her clit with my teeth before she’s exploding, crying out my name.

I crawl my way back up her body, once again thankful we don’t have to wear condoms anymore. In the beginning, she was adamant after what happened, but once she and Dragon were miraculously cleared from any STDs, she allowed me back inside her bare.

“The FBI shirt looked good on you,” I rumble, kissing her plump lips. “You want to go back after you have lil’ man?”

Her blue eyes are soft as she runs her fingers through my hair. I tease her pussy by rubbing my dick over it, but never entering.

“Nah,” she says with a content sigh. “I already have a place.”

“Yeah? Where’s that?”

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