Copper (RBMC: Tulsa, OK Book 2)

by K. Webster

  “Mine, baby. All mine,” he murmurs. “Once I’ve had you, there’s no turning back. I don’t do anything half ass, Stormy.”

  I don’t want to turn back.

  I want to go forward and keep going with this man.

  As if in tune with my thoughts, he inches his way deeper inside me. The burn intensifies and my body struggles to accept him. A dick this big should be illegal. Something reserved for pornos only. He finally bottoms out with a grunt, bruising me deep inside. I’ve never felt so filled to the brim by another person before. Like he’s owning me from the inside out.

  “You feel like fucking heaven.” He nips at my bottom lip. “Can I move yet?”

  No words escape. All I can do is nod.

  He pulls back, his crazy, intense brown eyes cataloging my every expression as his hips begin to slowly rock. I want to close my eyes and enjoy this sensation but watching him watch me gives me pleasure that goes beyond the physical. I feel this intensity deep inside my soul.

  “So tight, little storm. Like your body was made for mine.”

  A moan tumbles past my lips and he lazily kisses it away. His thrusts grow more and more powerful with each passing second. My body seems to finally have accepted his size. He reaches between us, touching my clit as he sucks on my bottom lip. All the pleasure feels like too much. I whimper as he takes me to new heights and then pushes me over the edge. A savage cry escapes me as my second orgasm of the afternoon rips through me. My body tries to clench around him, but he has me stretched to the limits. The sensation must send him spiraling, though, because he lets loose a strangled groan. Heat floods into me, filling me with his cum.

  Panic swells up inside me as realization overwhelms me. I quickly calculate my period and when I might be ovulating, deciding we may have dodged a bullet this time.

  “You asshole,” I grumble, my voice breathless. “Pull out next time.”

  He smirks at me before sliding his dick out of my wrecked body. “Sure thing, babe.”

  “I’m serious. Buy some fucking condoms or pull your dick out, but I’m not getting knocked up,” I sass, arching my brow up. “Promise me.”

  Sitting up on his haunches, he shakes his softening cock, flinging excess cum over my thighs. “We’ll see.” Then, like the alpha fuckface he is, he drags the leaking cum from my body and pushes it back into me. “Kind of hard to promise when I really like the way you look with my cum filling you up.”

  I smack at him and he tackles me, dragging me onto his chest as he rolls onto his back. My heart is beating wildly. Cuddling after sex isn’t something I’m accustomed to. Yet, here we are. I knew this thing with Copper felt all kinds of different. Gently, he strokes his fingers through my hair, pulling me to him, and kisses my head.

  “This changes everything,” I tell him, relaxing in his arms. “Right?”

  “Yeah, Stormy, it does.” His voice is soft and almost sad.

  “I want to help you find Vidal and Collins. I can look into them. You can trust me.”

  He’s silent for a beat and then lets go of a heavy sigh. “I’d be stupid to trust you.”

  His words sting, but I know he’s right.

  “You were stupid to fuck me, but you did it anyway. I think you’re pretty damn good at being stupid.” I study his handsome face. “Please, Copper. I swear you can trust me. Just let me help with this.”

  He frowns at me, uncertainty shining in his brown eyes. “Fine.”

  I sit up, grinning at him. “Really?”

  “Yeah,” he grunts. “I have no choice but to trust you.”

  “You have a choice,” I murmur. “You either do or you don’t.”

  “Then I’m choosing to trust you. Which means, tonight, you’re sleeping in my bed where you belong. I’m not handcuffing you or putting the collar back on. I’m trusting you not to kill me in my sleep or call the cops on me or run the fuck away with my bad dogs.” His eyes shine with a rare vulnerability that makes my chest squeeze. “Don’t fuck it up.”

  I snuggle against him, kissing his neck. “I won’t.”

  He playfully swats my ass. “Good girl. Now let’s get in the shower so you can make that promise from your knees while you lick my dick clean.”

  My heart stutters inside my chest just thinking of how I’ll give him the best damn blowjob promise the man has ever known.

  “Prepare to be convinced,” I sass as I grab his still-wet dick that’s already hardening back up. “I can be hella convincing, old man.”

  He smacks my ass hard. “Call me old again and I’ll show you just how much stamina I have. You’ll walk bowlegged for a month, young lady.”

  “No,” I tell Hansel. “You gassed out the house last time.”

  He whines, runs around the kitchen island, and then sits down in front of the stove again like his little trick will convince me he’s earned a piece of bacon.

  “Stop looking at me with those pitiful eyes,” I grumble. “I’m weak.”

  His whimpering and begging doesn’t stop, but I stay strong. I’ll be damned if I smell his ass all day while Copper’s at work. A shiver of pleasure skitters down my spine. We’ve spent all weekend in bed. He may be quite a bit older than me, but Copper is as virile as they come. The man wears me out. And he was right, I can’t walk without a wince in my step because I’m so damn sore.

  “Smells good,” Copper says, strutting into the kitchen looking like a snack.

  Now I’m the one who wants to whimper and beg. It sucks he has to go to work because I got spoiled having his undivided attention all weekend.

  “Figured I’d see you off with a good breakfast,” I tell him. My eyes roam down his front. Today he’s wearing a black Polo that stretches across his shoulders and biceps. All his yummy tattoos are on display, advertising he’s a bad boy no matter what his job title is. His dark slacks hug his muscular thighs in a way that makes me want to drool.

  “Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to be late for work,” he growls, gripping the front of my T-shirt and tugging me to him.

  I stand on my toes and accept his kiss. His palms find my bare ass under the long T-shirt I stole from him and he squeezes me. He tastes like toothpaste and smells like delicious man. God, I hate that he has to leave.

  “Be a good girl while I’m gone,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ll miss you.”

  My heart flops inside my chest and tears prickle my eyes. Since when do I get all mushy over a guy?

  Since Copper.

  Because he’s not like other guys.

  He’s the real kind of man who lives to please his woman. Somehow, I went from Filter’s as an undercover Fed to captive to Copper’s girl.

  “My office is unlocked so you can get to the computer. Password’s written on a sticky note and stuck to the screen.” His fingers find my jaw and he tilts my head up so our eyes meet. “Don’t make me regret this.”

  It stings to hear the doubt in his voice. When we’re in bed together, he seems pretty eager to be my man, but he still doesn’t trust me. But, with my track record, I’m not surprised.

  Rather than a snarky comeback, I stare him straight in the eye and say, “I won’t.”

  He rewards my answer with a quick peck to my forehead before he pulls away to feed the dogs. I plate up breakfast and bring him coffee. His wink makes my pussy clench.

  “You look good in my kitchen.” He reaches over and squeezes my thigh. “A man could get used to a pretty girl making him bacon and eggs every morning.”

  I laugh and shake my head at him. “Don’t get used to it, old man.”

  “Nah, I think I can. You like to please me, little storm. It’s written all over your face. Just like Hansel.”

  I smack his arm. “Compare me to your dog again and you won’t get laid for a week.”

  “Aww,” he taunts. “Did you get your feelings hurt?”

  Shooting him the bird, I proceed to ignore him as I finish up my meal. He chuckles at my attitude. I’m just loading the dishwasher, w
hen he presses his strong body against mine from behind.

  “Breakfast was good, but I’m still hungry,” he rumbles, his breath tickling my ear. “Let me lick your pussy and cheer you up before I go.”

  A wave of desire ripples through me.

  What girl says no to that?

  Before I can think of a comeback, he grabs my hips and twists me around. I let out a squeal when he picks me up, turns, and sets me down on the island. With a firm hand, he pushes me back until I’m lying down across the cold countertop. His dark eyes shine with need as he wrenches my thighs apart.

  “So fucking hot.” His lips curl into a predatory grin as he presses soft kisses along my inner thigh. “All mine.”

  All weekend he’s made statements like these. Caveman possessive claims. And each time, I melt when he says them.

  I cry out when his mouth latches onto my pussy, sucking on all of it like a damn vacuum. My back arches up and I instantly reach for his hair, grabbing and tugging. A snarl escapes him—feral and starved—making me quiver with delight. The slurps and sucking sounds only turn me on more. All too easily, he sucks and licks me into an explosive orgasm.

  “Fuck,” he growls. “I need inside you.”

  I yelp as he manhandles me onto my stomach, dragging me to the edge where my ass is prone to him. He fiddles with his pants and then his monster dick is rubbing through my juices. We both groan when he pushes into me. My body accepts him easier this time, but I still wince at the stretch. Once he’s coated his dick with my arousal, he fucks me like a man possessed—hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping echoes loudly in the kitchen. I clutch onto the edge of the countertop, holding on for dear life. He’s fucking me at just the right angle that he rubs against my G-spot in way that has me gasping for air. All too soon, I’m shouting out his name as I come again.

  “Fuck, baby,” he groans, jerking his dick out of me so fast I cry out. “Fuck.”

  He grips my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, and then presses the tip of his cock against my other hole. Since I threw my fit about birth control, he’s been careful to pull out each time. I’m already annoyed that I had to go and open my big damn mouth. I want nothing more than for him to come inside me again.

  “That burns,” I whimper, tensing at the fire that assaults me there.

  “I’m not going in all the way,” he rumbles. “Just leaving you a little gift.”

  He’s so fucking filthy and yet I lie here letting him press his dick inside me a tiny bit just as it begins to pulse with his orgasm. Heat floods into the tight cavity, causing it to burn even more. I suck in a sharp breath when he inches forward some more. My God, he’s too fucking big to go there. And yet, I just let him have his dirty way with me.

  “I’m going to stretch this pretty ass out soon so I can fuck you here.” He pulls out and I whimper. “If only you could see how goddamn hot your red asshole looks leaking out my cum. Fuck, Stormy. I’ll never get to work at this rate.”

  He pulls me off the island and onto my feet. I stare at his lovely wet cock as he cleans it off with a paper towel and then stuffs the damn thing back into his boxers. Where I’m wrecked with cum leaking out of my ass, he looks too good all put together and ready to go catch bad guys.

  “See you soon,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss that tastes like me across my lips.

  “Aren’t you going to brush your teeth?” I say with a lifted brow.

  “Fuck no,” he says with a grin. “I’m going to taste you all day long. How else do you expect me to get through the work day?”

  All too soon, he’s out the door and his truck rumbles down the drive. A sense of loss quickly passes over me. I miss him and he’s not been gone three minutes.

  I’m so screwed for this man.

  For a brief moment, I consider the fact I’m finally a free woman. I could walk my ass to town and he’d never know. I’m not collared or cuffed. I can escape.

  Hansel whines, cocking his head at me.

  “Don’t worry, little man,” I assure him. “I’m not going anywhere. Daddy will miss me. Besides, I have work to do.”

  I’m going to figure out what the hell Dragon is hiding and why.

  Copper

  I chose sex over a cup of coffee and my ass is paying for it now. I’m tired as fuck. All weekend, I’ve fucked Stormy all over that damn house. This morning was my favorite. A quick, hot fuck in the kitchen. I’m being a dumbass getting involved with her considering her past and all she’s done to my brother and his MC, but I can’t find it in me to care. Not when she’s whimpering and moaning beneath me. The way her cunt strangles my dick each time is maddening. Stormy is almost too small to take me, which makes me want to fuck her even more. And when I dipped into her ass for a little sample, I knew I’d end up there soon too.

  Blinking away memories of Stormy’s naked ass, I try to focus on my hunt for anything related to Dragon. I scour the Memphis records in the system trying to match up to gangs or sex crimes or drugs—anything that might pull up something of interest. Nothing stands out, though.

  “Koynakov,” Dan calls out. “See me in my office.”

  I shove away from my desk, thankful for a break. Several women I work with flash me flirty smiles and I nod as I pass. I’ve never been one to date where I work, but that never stopped these chicks from trying. Every single one of them who weren’t married have hinted at going out. I never bite. They’re all so boring compared to Stormy. Hell, Krista, my ex-wife, is boring compared to Stormy.

  Stormy looks like a devilish angel.

  Someone you want to do really, really bad things with.

  Fuck, my dick aches to be inside her again. This is going to be a long ass day. I wish she had a phone so I could check in on her.

  “Close the door,” Dan says from behind his desk.

  I push it closed and take a seat. “What’s up, man?”

  “I need your help.” He sighs and scrubs his palm over his face. “I’m getting nowhere with this case.”

  He shoves a file my way. I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. Human trafficking case. Not some small-scale gig either. A massive operation. As I read through all the notes and intel, my blood begins to boil. He’s been working this case for months.

  “What the hell?” I growl, meeting his stare. “Why wasn’t I informed? I could have been helping on this.”

  Dan sighs. “I know. I’m sorry, dammit.”

  “You have Meyers on it. No wonder shit isn’t getting solved.” I toss the folder down and lift a brow at him. “Care to tell me why you didn’t put your best guy on this?”

  “You’ve had one foot out the door, Jeremy. I see the word ‘retirement’ practically flashing like a neon light above your head.” He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I just wanted to give you an out. Didn’t want you feeling guilted into staying on for me.”

  “But the case is too big,” I mutter. “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, I admit I need your brain on this one.”

  I flip through more pages of the file and stop when I see a missing person’s report. From Tennessee. Something about the report niggles at me.

  “See,” Dan says, his voice filled with relief. “You’re already seeing stuff I probably hadn’t considered. Take it with you and get back to me.”

  Absently, I nod and stand up. I take the file back to my desk and return to my earlier project. Dragon. I’d been looking for illegal shit he might have been involved in. I didn’t think about looking through missing person reports. I spend the next hour or so scrolling through reports around the time Dragon came to live with Koyn. Nothing. I go back another year and then another. I eventually find something that has me stopping dead in my tracks.

  Holy shit.

  Chase Everett Thomas. Sixteen years old. Missing.

  The kid staring back at me is smiley and charismatic. Big green eyes. A mouth full of straight white teeth.

  Fucking Dragon.

  I backpedal now that I have a name. Easily, I find articles
about Dragon before he went missing. Local basketball hero who played varsity. Voted by his peers “most likely to become famous.” Scouts from all the best colleges were already taking notice. Wealthy parents.

  How the hell did he go from that to psycho Dragon with the Royal Bastards MC?

  I also discover Dragon was in a fucking male pageant. Just wait until Koyn gets a load of this shit. It’s like he’s a magnet for these motherfuckers. First Hadley also known as Pageant Girl or PG and then Dragon. It’d almost be comical if this wasn’t such a clusterfuck.

  There’s a two-year period between the report when he went missing to the time he showed up on Koyn’s radar, which puts him at about eighteen when Koyn took him in. It makes me wonder what the hell Dragon was doing in those two years. Did he run away? Was he kidnapped? Something fucking happened and this would be a whole helluva lot easier if Koyn would stop playing Daddy and let me do my goddamn job.

  I know the necessary procedures and protocols. Lots of red tape to wade through. But, since I went dirty a long time ago, I take the shortcut. It gets shit done and when you’re dealing with lowlife criminals, sometimes you have to play nasty right along with them. The file Dan gave me, though only recently opened as an active investigation, has tons of missing person reports, which means it’s very possible Dragon was the victim of this very ring of traffickers going back near a decade ago. Fuck. This really is huge like Dan said.

  I make a call to the one person who can find shit faster than I can.

  My brother.

  “Yeah,” he grunts in greeting, his voice breathless like the old man was just fucking his life away.

  “I have a name on him.”

  “No shit?”

  “Put your dick away. We need to talk.”

  “Sorry, beautiful. You can suck my dick later. Important shit to deal with.”

  I roll my eyes, but inside I’m happy for him. He grieved and agonized for so goddamn long, it’s good to see him finally at peace. A few minutes later, he mumbles that he’s in his office.