Page 142 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“I need to call Koyn,” I state after I’ve parked my bike in the garage and closed it. “It shouldn’t take long.”

She scowls, stomping off. That woman can be such a grumpy bitch sometimes. I stalk after her. A squeal escapes her when I snag her skinny ass and throw her over my shoulder.

“Copper! What the fuck!”

I smack her ass hard enough to earn an irritated bark from Hansel. “Back off, boy, she earned it.”

She gives up her fight and whines to my dogs as though they can save her. Nothing can save her now. I’m going to fuck this woman against everything inside my brain telling me it’s the worst possible idea ever. I don’t give two shits. I want her. Consequences be damned.

Once I make it into my office, I set her bratty ass on the edge of my desk. Her hair has come loose of her braid, hangingmessily over one shoulder. Blue eyes gleam with lust when I tug off my T-shirt.

“I thought you had to call Koyn.” Her brow arches up. “Or did you get distracted by a shiny toy?”

“I’ll call him in a minute,” I grumble. “Take your shirt off, woman.”

She rolls her eyes at me but obeys. Behind the sassiness shines a vulnerability. The real woman behind her tough, badass façade stares back at me. No bullshit. No agendas.

“Bra too.” I make a motion with my hand for her to remove it. “Show me your pretty tits.”

Her bottom lip gets captured between her teeth as she pulls away her bra with practiced ease. The heavy globes of her perfect, real tits are enticing as fuck. My dick is hard and throbbing in my jeans. First things first, though.

“Take that other shit off,” I order. “The panties can stay on for now.”

I take a seat at my desk chair, powering my computer on. By the time I have it up, she’s standing beside me in nothing but a sexy black thong.

“Come here,” I growl, tugging her into my lap so she’s straddling me. “You drive me crazy.”

She gasps when I lean forward to lick her nipple. A moan escapes her as I suck it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Her fingers thread into my hair as she pushes her tits into my face. I lavish her tit with my undivided attention before grabbing her sexy ass, drawing her closer to rub against my aching cock.

“Sit still and be a good girl. I need to make a call.”

Her expression is comical—a mix between confusion and fury—as I dial my brother. I lean back in my chair, reaching up to absently pinch her nipple.

“What’s up?” Koyn asks in greeting.

“Calling with an update. You alone?”

The phone gets muffled as he talks to Hadley. My sucker of a brother can be heard kissing his girl and then he’s audibly closing a door behind him. While I wait, I suck on Stormy’s other tit.

“Walking into my office now. I’m alone. Speak.”

I pull my mouth away from her nipple and let out a sigh. “It’s Dragon.”

Silence.

“Koyn,” I say in a firm tone. “It’s him.”

“How do you know?”

“Something upset him earlier. Something Stormy remembers Vidal saying.”

He lets out a heavy sigh. “Fuck.”

“You need to talk to him.”

“No,” he barks out. “Not until I piece together some shit. I told you I wasn’t going to do that to any of them. I’ll do my own digging and go to them only when it’s absolutely necessary.”

Stormy presses her lips together, biting back something.

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