Page 286 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Baby.

The relief that courses through me nearly has me falling to my knees. I’m such a predictable sap.

“Busy doing what?” I demand, craning my head up as he comes to stand right in front of me, towering over my smaller frame. “Tell me.” I poke a finger into the center of his chest. “Tell me what was so important that you didn’t want to see me.”

Okay, so maybe Stormy is onto the whole sassy bottom thing…

“Are you done throwing a bitch fit?” Dragon asks, humor glittering in his green eyes.

“No,” I say, fighting the tremble in my bottom lip. I’m on a roll now. “I’m not. You don’t get to do this to me. To us. You don’t get to be busy and avoid me. You’re my goddamn boyfriend and this is not okay!”

His large palms reach up to cradle my face. He strokes his thumbs over my cheeks. I melt against him, needy for his touch and affection. Warm lips ghost over mine, urging a moan from me.

“It was supposed to be a surprise but someone chose to be bitchy and ruin said surprise.” He kisses me hard. His words are annoyed, but his kiss is anything but. “Now you have to help.”

Help?

He pulls away and takes my hand in his. I’m forced to follow him back over to where he was working. Dragon’s Baby. The words are painted on so carefully and with such perfection it steals my breath away.

“Guess that’s my cue to leave,” Katana says from the boat. He hops down onto the deck. “I’ll tell everyone you two will miss dinner.” He winks at us and bumps fists with Dragon.

His departure is silent, as per usual with Katana, and the only reason I know he’s no longer near us is because the engine on his bike rumbles a few seconds later. Dragon tugs me onto the boat, nearly bouncing on his toes with excitement.

“What is this? You’re going to live here?” I ask in confusion.

He shoves me against a floor-to-ceiling cabinet once inside and licks my neck all the way up to my earlobe. “No, baby,we’regoing to live here.”

My mind scatters in a thousand different directions.

“Wait? Are you asking me to move in with you?” I gape at him. “Dragon, what the hell? I thought you wanted to break up!”

He nips at my earlobe, tugging hard. “Did you forget that whole ‘you’re mine’ part? I didn’t stutter, baby. Clear as fucking day. You. Are. Mine.”

“But…”

“But nothing. Now you get to help me and Katana finish the renovation. Bet you wish you would have reined in the bitchiness a little while longer.”

I try to shove him off of me, but he pins me with his hips. His dick is hard as it rubs against my own aching erection. “I hate you so much.”

He grins, wide and beautiful and powerful enough to light up the entire world. “I love you too, Cove.”

I’m stunned to realize this isn’t a joke for him. His emotions are unguarded on his face. We’re not a passing phase. We’re so, so much more.

“I don’t hate you,” I admit. “I don’t think I ever did.”

He kisses my mouth like he needs the words to survive. I don’t want him to have to forage for them, though. I want to feed them to him one by one like grapes from a vine.

“I love you for some reason,” I murmur. “I need you. You’re mine.”

His lashes flutter against his high cheekbones and he rests his forehead to mine. “This is our home now. I wanted a place that was for us. Neither of us has really had much of a life. It’s time to change that.”

Jerking him to me, I hug him tight, burying my nose against his sun-warmed flesh, inhaling his masculine scent I adore.

“Okay,” I agree. “Let’s do it.”

“I wasn’t asking, baby.”

“Well, I was tellin’ anyway.” I tug at his belt as I seek his lips with mine. “Just like I’m telling you now that you’re going to fuck me. Right here in this kitchen.” I grin against his mouth. “I’ve been told I’m a sassy bottom.”

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