Page 62 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m going to come.”

So nice. So gentle.

I hate him.

I don’t.

A sob tears from my throat and he kisses it away. His fingers slide between us and with expert movements, he brings me to orgasm again through my tears and emotions. I come with a choked sound. His cock seems to swell and then he’s pumping cum into me.

Hot.

Furious.

Claiming.

I’m not on the pill. He doesn’t seem to know what a condom is. Either he plans on keeping me, or he’s going to kill me. Men don’t fuck without protection unless they don’t care about the consequences. He either doesn’t care I could get knocked up with his baby, or I won’t ever live to see that day anyway.

I hate him.

I don’t.

Selfishly, I hug him to me like I could keep him. Like I could convince him to change his mind. Like I might make him see that I matter.

He slides out, his dick dragging a trail of wetness over my thigh before he settles beside me. His mouth finds my temple and he kisses me.

“Sleep, PG. Big day tomorrow.”

I pass out seconds later, even though I’m terrified of what tomorrow will bring.

Koyn

She looks like an angel.

With her plump pink lips pouted and her dark lashes fanned over her cheeks, she seems so innocent. She is innocent. And if I don’t untangle her from me, he’ll kill her.

Which is why I shoved the sleeping pills down her throat in the middle of the night. She thrashed and fought me. As soon as she swallowed them all down, I pinned her body beneath me and whispered assurances while I stroked her hair. Eventually, she succumbed to the effects of the pills.

Two hours later, and she’s zonked out.

I take a quick shower, beat one off to memories of her tight ass, and then dress in dark jeans, a black Henley, my combat boots, and my cut. The house is quiet. I step outside in the brisk night air and smoke through half my pack of cigarettes before Copper joins me. He’s quiet for a long time. Eventually he clears his throat.

“You’re taking her home.”

I give him a clipped nod. “For the best.”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t think so?” My chest squeezes, but I ignore it.

“No, I think it’s for the best. The girl…” He sighs. “She doesn’t exactly bring out the best qualities in you, brother.”

I turn to regard my older brother with a scowl. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You lose your fucking mind around her. The MC, me, the past—none of it matters when she’s in your sights.”

I shrug and take another drag. “So?”

“It’s not like with Ellie—”

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