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“Well,” she began.
“I wouldn’t,” he said against her ear. “The woman on my lap is loyal, hard-working, sweet, gorgeous as fuck, and an amazing mother. She loves my club almost as much as I do and understands this world far better than any of those skanks ever could. Plus, I’ve never felt anything as good as her pussy wringing my cock dry. So, no, babe, I don’t give a fuck what the Honeys or anyone else thinks. You’re right where I want you.”
“Oh,” she squeaked, making him chuckle.
“The guys told me I sat here for a while with you on my birthday. Said we were all cozy. That I couldn’t keep my hands off you. You were on my lap, I was nuzzling your neck.” As he spoke, he brushed his nose against the slope of her neck then followed it up with a nip.
The tiny moan from Shell was music to his ears. Victory. As was the way she tilted her head and allowed him greater access. Her small fingers curled around the forearm banded across her hips. Touch was the perfect weapon to knock down her walls. She might be able to turn him away when he spoke to her, resisting when his hands were on her was another story.
“You told me nothing happened that night. Said we just chatted and you gave me a birthday hug. You keeping things from me, Shell?” He caught her earlobe between his teeth and tugged before sucking it into his mouth.
Shell’s blunt fingernails dug into his skin. “N-nothing did happen. We just talked.”
“Sounds like I couldn’t keep my hands off you.” He slipped a hand under her shirt, resting his palm on the soft, warm expanse of her belly. It’d be so easy to wander down just a few inches. Dive his fingers into her panties and find out if she was as slick as he was hard. But they were far from alone. Half of these men might get off on, or at least not give a shit about getting down and dirty in public, but Copper would be damned if even one of these jokers got so much as a glimpse of Shell drowning in ecstasy.
No, he was a possessive motherfucker, and Shell’s pleasure was for him and him alone. “Did you like it. My hands all over you? You get wet for me that night?”
“Yes.” Her eyes were closed, head resting on his shoulder.
“You go home and touch that pretty pussy thinking of me?” The dirtier his words got, the shallower her pants grew.
“Y-yes.”
Copper lifted her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers. “You shove a few of these fingers in that wet pussy imagining they were mine? Or did you use a vibrator, wishing it was just a little thicker so it’d be more like my cock?”
She whimpered. “Copper…” Tension was building. He could feel her need growing. Soon she’d be desperate for more than one hand on her stomach and his other holding hers. But he’d make her wait. If he could make it when his cock was like a pissed off bull ready to charge, she could hold out as well.
“Tell me.”
“I did…b-both.”
He groaned at the mental image of her fingering herself then fucking her own pussy with a buzzing vibrator.
“You need to do something, Copper. Touch me. I can’t stand it.”
“This isn’t the time or the place,” he rasped. “And I’m not going to fuck you again until we set shit straight between us and there’s no way I won’t be fucking you tonight. So we’re talking.”
An adorable feminine growl left her. “Now?”
“Now. Turn around so I can see those baby blues.”
After a second’s hesitation, Shell wiggled around until she straddled his lap. He rested his hands on her ass and gave her his full attention. The rest of the crowd disappeared. The guys knew to give him and his woman space, even in the midst of a party. No one would interrupt them unless there was an emergency.
“What did you want to talk about?”
Like she didn’t know. That was all right. They could play it her way. He wasn’t going to beat around any fucking bushes so she’d know exactly what he had on his mind in about two point two seconds. “Want to know why you’ve been avoiding me since we fucked each other’s brains out.”
“What are—” Her eyes widened. Had she not realized he was on to her?
“Don’t play dumb, babe. Not with me. I can read you like a book. You made up bullshit excuses not to see me the last two nights. I wanna know what gives.”
She turned away for a moment, gazing at a few of his younger guys talking to a cluster of women he’d never seen. Tourists probably. Not uncommonly, groups of women visiting the Smokies for the weekend partied at the clubhouse. They’d be away on a girls’ trip and looking to get a little wild. His brothers made sure they fulfilled that wish and more.
