Copper (RBMC: Tulsa, OK Book 2)

by K. Webster

  “Because you’re a dick?”

  His eyes twinkle. “Yeah. A dick who was feeling all kinds of possessive over his woman. You’re not my captive, Stormy, you’re my woman. Whether you like it or not, somewhere along the way in the past several months, you turned into her. No matter how I tried denying it in my head, my heart nor my dick were listening.”

  “I should hate you,” I grumble. “For everything you’ve done to me.”

  “And I should hate you for what you’ve done to my brother and the other Royal Bastards.”

  Guilt resurfaces, making my heart stammer. “But…”

  “But all that shit doesn’t matter when we’re together.” He kisses my forehead. “Put on your helmet so I can take you home.”

  “What happens when we get home?”

  “We do.”

  Copper

  The ride back to the house doesn’t take long. My heart is thundering in my chest as I replay our kisses from earlier. With her tits smashed against my back, all I can think about is getting her home so I can strip her and make her scream. When we get back, the dogs come running from the woods, barking like lunatics. Stormy jumps off my bike to give them a proper greeting, calling them her adorable babies and kissing them. I can’t help but compare the first time she met them to now. Those dogs fucking love her.

  “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, hanging messily 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.

  I flip the phone to speakerphone. “Stormy has something to say.”

  “The fuck?” Koyn hisses at the same time Stormy gapes at me.

  “Say it, Stormy.” I smack her ass to get her attention. “Now.”

  “Asshole,” she grumbles at me before speaking to Koyn. “Where did he say he came from? If you don’t know his real name, what do you know about him? We’re trying to figure this out, but you’re not giving us much to go on.”

  Another beat of silence.

  “Unbelievable,” he mutters but continues to answer her. “I found both him and Katana at a bar in Little Rock about nine years ago while visiting Animal’s old man, Viking. He was a ball of rage. The only thing keeping him back was Katana. I recognized that rage and wanted to funnel it toward my own quest for vengeance. Asked him what his name was and he snarled at me.” His office chair creaks as he pauses. “I asked what I could call him. Spouted out some crazy-ass shit like Batman or something stupid. When I realized I wasn’t going to get a real answer, I left him to take my seat back at the bar. When a fight broke out between the two of them and a bunch of drunk cowboys who thought they were tough shit, I lent a hand.”

  Stormy lifts a brow, silently asking me if I’d heard this story before. I give her a slight shake of my head as Koyn continues.

  “And by lend a hand, I mean, I took a chair to the biggest asshole’s head. Katana was whipping ass with a pool stick, but it was Dragon who managed to set one of the guys on fire. I think he must have doused him with his liquor first. I don’t know really, but the guy’s shirt lit up like a fucking bonfire.” He chuckles because Koyn’s sadistic like that. “We managed to get the fuck out of there before the cops showed up. Those two took off running down a dark road, so I followed them on my bike.”

  I skim my palm up Stormy’s thigh, enjoying the way she shivers at my touch. Lazily, I run my knuckle along the seam of her thong that meets the edge of her thigh.

  “Those two were living in a shitty, abandoned trailer. No food to speak of. I don’t know what was going on, but they needed me.” Koyn pauses and my chest tightens. My brother, despite being a crazy sonofabitch, still has the main thread of humanity deep inside him—the desire to take care of others in need. “Since the bastard wouldn’t tell me his name, I started calling him Dragon. He torched that guy like it was a natural thing to do. I told them I’d started a MC chapter in Tulsa and asked if they were interested in patching in.”

  “Dragon isn’t one to follow orders easily, especially when he doesn’t know you,” I interject. “I’m curious how you handled that one.”

  “I treated him like an injured stray. Told him where I lived. Offered him food and protection. And then walked away.”

  “Dragon just doesn’t seem like he needs protection,” Stormy says. “Especially from Vidal and Collins. They’re creepy, sure, but Dragon could gut them both before they even opened their mouths to utter a word.”

  “True,” Koyn agrees. “There’s no doubt in my mind he’d kill anyone who looked at him wrong. But, when I’d seen the wariness in both their eyes, I felt the urge to protect them. It’s just a fatherly intuition.”

  Stormy’s
brow hikes up, clearly surprised at hearing this. Koyn is a badass motherfucker, but no one knows him like I do. I’ve known him since I first met him in the hospital over four decades ago. When he was little Jared, he was a gentle, caring soul. His wife and daughter adored him. It’s clear Hadley does too.

  “So they hopped on your bike with you and the three of you all rode off into the sunset?” I tease, letting my thumb slide just below the edge of Stormy’s panties.

  “Hardly,” Koyn grunts. “Dragon tried to stab me and Katana took a swing at me with a bat. I told their crazy asses I was their only shot at life where they could be on top. Also told them if they wanted to be homeless bottom feeders living in a dilapidated trailer, that was up to them.”

  “And then you walked away?” Stormy offers.

  “No.” He chuckles. “I ran my old ass back to my bike and got the fuck out of there before they murdered me.”

  I roll my eyes at Stormy. There’s no way in hell Koyn would have run off like a pussy. He probably tossed out some threats that kept them at bay and then walked away, with his back turned to those nutcases, and then left.

  “Two months later, Filter tells me some dude named Dragon was there to see me,” Koyn says, letting out a breath of air. “He was different. Cleaned up. Less unhinged. Ran his fucking mouth like a chatty teenager with one helluva attitude problem. Had a new tattoo, too. Big ass Dragon piece on his neck. I told them it was about damn time and showed them their rooms.”

  “So he never told you his name and you never looked,” I utter after he finishes.

  “He’s been loyal to me since he walked into my home, Copper. I was so focused on my vengeance, all I cared about was growing my army to find the people who hurt my girls. He and Katana were right there with me from the start. As soon as they heard the story, they were foaming at the mouth to help me get my revenge. It was never an issue until now.” He sighs heavily. “If he’s hiding with us, it’s because he has to. Whatever those fuckers did to him had to have been bad, otherwise he wouldn’t be with me, silently taking me up on my offer for protection. I’ll be damned if I start digging into his past and demanding answers from him.”

  Koyn may not feel right about asking Dragon, but we still need answers.

  “You knew,” I say with a shake of my head. “That whole time we were making a damn list, your ass knew it was probably Dragon, didn’t you?”

  “He was the only one I knew for sure was hiding something,” Koyn admits. “Katana has always been his shadow, but it’s always been Dragon who’s haunted by something.”

  Unbelievable.

  “That was a lot of time wasted looking into the others,” I grumble, though I’m not mad. I understand the way my brother’s mind works.

  “Just your time,” he taunts, a grin in his voice. “I never looked into the other guys. Just Dragon.”

  “Fucker,” I say with a laugh.

  “Do you at least know where they came from?” Stormy interjects, looking like a goddamn treat with her tits in my face, and annoyed by our brotherly teasing.

  “Why the hell are you suddenly Team Koynakov?” Koyn demands, his tone no longer playful and now dripping with malice.

  “She just is,” I bark back. “Stormy’s my responsibility, remember? I’ve got her under control. Focus on the real problem here. Where did they come from?”

  Koyn gives up on the battle, which has me hoping one day he won’t be too pissed at me when he finds out I’m fucking the mole.

  “I heard Katana mention a restaurant once in Memphis. A place he missed. Dragon tensed up, which means he knew of it too. I’d bet all my money in the bank they came from Tennessee.”

  “It’s a start. Let me know if you come up with anything else. I’m going to do some searching on my end,” I tell him. “Don’t worry. We’re going to figure this shit out.”

  Stormy nods in agreement. “Hell yeah we are.”

  “Keep me posted,” Koyn grunts before hanging up.

  As soon as the conversation is over, I toss my phone on the desk, grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing. “Lie back on the desk so I can lick your wet pussy.”

  She smacks at my shoulder. “How do you know it’s wet?”

  I slide my finger past the fabric of her thong, along her slit, and into her slick, inviting body. “Because I wouldn’t be able to do this.” I pull it away and then bring my glistening finger to my nose so I can inhale her scent. “Now, little storm.”

  Stormy

  This fucker is too damn smug. I want to smack the look right off his face, but he’s right. I do want him. I want this thing to happen between us. As much as I crave to start digging into Dragon’s past, I’m distracted by the beast in front of me, demanding all my attention. When I don’t move fast enough, he grabs my hips and sets me on the edge of his desk beside his keyboard. He shoves it out of the way, nearly knocking it off the desk in the process in his haste to get to me.

  “Spread your legs, woman.”

  Goddamn it. His bossiness turns me on and I hate that. I’m normally one for calling all the shots in my life and in the bedroom. Even with Filter. We did what I wanted and when I initiated it. This thing with Copper is different than anything I’ve ever known.

  With eyes locked on his heated brown ones, I spread my thighs and rest on my elbows so I can watch him. A wicked smirk passes over his features as he rolls his chair forward. I’m mesmerized by the tattoos and muscles on display, eager to have him on top of me. He brings his nose to my pussy and inhales like a fucking freak. I’m a damn freak too because I shudder at the caveman move.

  “You smell too fucking good, little storm,” he praises. “You smell like mine.”

  As soon as he utters the word “mine,” his tongue is chasing it up my slit to my clit. My breath gets sucked out of me as I revel in the glorious sensation. Before I can recover from the surprise of the pleasure rippling through me, he sucks on my clit. I yelp and then growl when he bites me.

  “Fucker,” I hiss, one of my hands finding his messy, windblown hair.

  His hot breath tickles me as he chuckles. “Hush, woman, and let me eat my pussy in peace.”

  I smack his head, earning me another nip to my clit. If it didn’t feel so damn good, I’d kick him in his stupid head. But it does feel good. He rotates between sucking and biting, driving me mad with desire. I’m close to the edge of ecstasy when he slides a finger back inside my body. A moan reverberates from me. His finger curls out, seeking a part of me that’s often elusive and hard to find. I should have known this smug bastard would find it with one single swipe.

  “Copper!” I cry out, jolting with pleasure.

  He sucks on my clit, rubbing that part of me within that drives me wild. I rip at his hair, not even feeling bad, as he viciously extracts pleasure from me with a single finger and his tongue. It only takes another few seconds of his efforts before I explode. Stars glitter around me as pleasure pulsates through me in a deliciously addictive way. His finger slips out too soon and he stands up. I expect him to shove his pants down and fuck me across his desk. Instead, he admires me with an appreciative gaze that suddenly makes me feel shy.

  “What?” I demand, my voice shaky.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  I’ve been told that line many times before by many men, but never has it had this effect on me. A fluttering in my chest. Silly grin on my face. Heat burning on my cheeks and neck.

  “You just going to stare all night or are we going to fuck?” I taunt, desperately trying to find my usual confidence.

  He grabs my hands, pulling me to a seating position, and then he lifts me up. “I’m not fucking you for the first time on my desk, Stormy. I want you in my goddamn bed.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my nose against his hair that smells like pine and sunshine as he carries me. The way he holds me feels possessive. As though I belong to him. And not in some captive sort of way. Like I’m really his. I’ve been good for a fuck, but never
the type of girl guys aim to keep.

  Copper wants to keep me.

  And, for once, I want to be kept.

  All too soon, we’re in his bedroom. Months ago, we were in a similar position, but I screwed it all up all by accusing him of rape. Now, I can’t seem to go another second without knowing what it feels for him to be inside me. I’m dizzied by the way he’s made me desperately crave him simply by existing.

  He tosses me playfully onto the bed and I flip him off. A chuckle rumbles from him as he unbuckles his jeans. Shamelessly, I stare at his sculpted chest and strong hands. He shoves his pants and boxers down. His thick, long cock bobs out, and I admire his large size. I’m practically a virgin having gone without sex for so many months, so that monster is going to hurt.

  “Don’t be scared of it, little storm,” he taunts as he peels off his socks and then prowls onto the bed, hovering over me. “It won’t bite. I’m the one who bites.”

  I laugh at his teasing until the fucker dips down to bite my neck. He shoves his way between my thighs and then crashes his lips to mine. His kiss is a claiming sort of kiss that binds its way to my soul. I eagerly wrap my legs around his hips, desperately kissing him and lifting up my ass from the bed as I silently beg for his giant dick.

  He must really like me because he grabs onto the beast and rubs it against my opening rather than teasing me. “Let me in,” he murmurs. “It’s where I belong.”

  Damn him and his sexy crooned words. I whimper and try to relax as the fat crown of his dick pushes into me. A gasp escapes me as his thickness stretches me in way I’ve never known. My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I fight through the pain of this man’s massive cock.

  “Breathe,” he rumbles. “Relax.”

  He pauses his efforts to kiss me so sweetly, tears spring to my eyes. I hate that I’ve never been kissed like this before. Like I’m special and loved and cherished. It makes me reflect back on what a shitshow my life has been until this moment. A tear leaks out of my eye and Copper’s thumb swipes it away.