Page 157 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Too hot.

Jeremy “Copper” Koynakov is the hottest man I’ve ever met.

And mine.

I fight a smile as I sneak a peek at him. He’s a picture of biker deliciousness in his leather cut, tight long-sleeved T-shirt, fitted dark wash jeans, biker boots, and Ray Bans—all in black making him look like devilish perfection. When he’d come back a few weeks ago from Koyn’s, a patched in member of the Royal Bastards MC, I was a little apprehensive of what that ultimately meant for me. Now I get it. Copper became an official biker and ten times hotter now that he wears his cut whenever he’s not going into the office to keep Dan up to date on his findings.

And, I’m protected.

Or so he says. Only time will tell. The fact he patched in to keep the other members away from me meant a lot. I know we’re still working on the whole trust thing, but in my book, he gained every ounce of loyalty and respect I have. I just need to prove to him I’m worth it. In other ways besides the best blowjobs ever.

When he put in notice at work, I was shocked beyond belief. Not that I’m complaining we get to spend time together. It was just a surprise to see him end his long career as a Fed and join the Royal Bastards. All so he could keep me.

I’m Copper’s.

Safe.

The invitation from Koyn last week stunned me. Even though Copper patched in to keep them off my ass, it didn’t feel real. Not until Koyn reached out about Thanksgiving. My mind drifts to that afternoon when he called.

“What?” Copper bites out, shoving his phone between his ear and shoulder, never losing stride of the way he fingers me on his desk.

I can hear Koyn’s loud mouth even though it’s not on speaker. “Asshole. You’re a patched in member now. You’re supposed to show some respect.”

“That memo didn’t come in the new members’ packet,” Copper says back, pushing his finger deeper inside me.

“Fuck off.” Koyn chuckles. “I need a favor.”

“Anything.”

“So compliant.”

“Get on with it, man.”

Koyn sighs. “It’s gonna cause ripples, but why don’t you bring Stormy to Thanksgiving.”

“What?” I mouth, my eyes widened in shock.

Copper rubs at my clit with his thumb. “I’ll think about it.”

“Wasn’t really asking if I’m being frank,” Koyn grunts out. “I was telling you Hadley wants her there.”

“I said I’ll think about it,” Copper growls. “I don’t trust Filter.”

“Filter isn’t going to hurt your prisoner,” Koyn assures him. “Hadley would murder his ass. You have my word. You’re officially one of us now.”

“Hmm,” Copper drawls out, rubbing me hard and furious until I’m about to come. “I’ll get back to you. Something important came up. Call you in a few.”

He hangs up, crashes his lips to mine, and pushes me over the edge of pleasure.

I’m jerked from the past as heavy footsteps thud into the kitchen.

“You ready?” Copper asks, dipping down for a kiss that makes my stomach flip.

“Just a few more minutes on the stuffing.” I glance at the timer. “Are you sure they’re okay with me coming?”

Copper snorts. “Never said they were. Just that they’d get over it. I know Hadley is thrilled to see you. You can thank her for softening my brother up.”

And boy did she manage that.

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