AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Rusty scoffed and took another drink. He needed to faceplant in his bed and sleep it off for the next twelve hours. Alone.
He stood, bottle in hand. “We done here? Gonna go find some more accommodating pussy.” Coming around the desk, he stopped about two feet from Copper. “You gonna block my way, big brother?”
“Look, Rust, I can’t pretend to know how much it sucks to be in prison. And I have no idea how you feel being dropped back in here after five years have passed. Shit’s changed, and that can’t be easy. But you gotta take it down a notch. Can’t have you starting shit. You hear?”
They stared each other down for a moment. Something flashed in Rusty’s gaze. A cold and rebellious glint Copper had never witnessed before. Something close to hatred. For one hot second, Copper thought Rusty might take a swing at him with that bottle. But then he blinked and it was gone. His lips curled. “Shit, Cop, I know I gotta get my head on straight. Spent five years hardening myself and proving I don’t take shit off no one.” He shrugged. “Habit by now.” He strode forward and held his free hand out. “Won’t happen again.”
Copper gripped his brother’s hand and tugged him forward. They hugged and slapped each other’s backs. “Fucking glad you’re here,” Copper said.
“You ain’t gonna cry and snot all over my shirt, are you?”
With a laugh, Copper shoved Rusty back. “No, asshole. Your ugly ass ain’t worth crying over.”
All the tension from moments ago evaporated. “Fuck you! Now get outta here and go give your woman some dick,” Rusty said.
That was a damn good idea. “Lock up behind you when you go, okay? Don’t want anyone rummaging through my shit when they’re too drunk to find the can.”
“You got it, big bro.”
After one last hug, Copper went off in search of Shell. He found her sitting at the bar, laughing at something the new kid said. Thunder seemed promising, but Copper wasn’t sure about his career choice. It wasn’t the stripping he minded, fuck if the guy could make money shaking his junk in women’s faces, more power to him, but the schedule wasn’t exactly conducive to club business. It remained to be seen how available and loyal he’d be to the club. So far, he’d been a model prospect.
Though his staring at Shell’s tits like they were a treat meant for him was something that was going to end in the next thirty seconds.
Copper snuck up behind Shell, resting his hands on her rib cage right under her tits. In a tiny gesture, no one would notice, he brushed his thumbs over the sides of the mounds that had been on his mind constantly the past few days. He hadn’t spent nearly enough time tasting them, sucking them, squeezing them.
Something he planned to remedy in the very near future.
“Ready to head out, gorgeous?” he asked while making eye contact with Thunder.
The prospect nodded once then lifted his hands in surrender. “Have fun kids.” He moved on down the bar. Good. The kid got it. He knew he’d never patch if he so much as bumped into Shell in the future.
Shell gazed up at him, concern in her baby blues. “Everything okay with Rusty?”
Last thing Copper would let Shell do was stress over club shit. She had an overflowing plate as it was. She didn’t need details of his club business weighing on her mind as well as everything else she dealt with. “All good, baby. Let’s roll.”
Fifteen minutes later, Copper’s cock was so hard he wasn’t sure there was enough blood left for his brain to remember the way to Shell’s house. The moment she’d climbed on his bike, she dove her hands under his shirt with a muttered, “It’s freezing,” and had been softly stroking his skin ever since.
Riding a motorcycle with a rigid cock wasn’t an easy feat. Especially with a passenger who seemed to know her effect and use it to her full advantage. Her short nails scraped over his lower abs just as he turned into her driveway. After he killed the engine, he said. “Gonna pay for that ride, baby.”
Giggles floated over his shoulder. Shell didn’t often get the chance to be uninhibited without responsibilities. Made the occasions she could really let loose and have fun extra sweet.
“You had it coming,’ she whispered. “Teasing me like that in the clubhouse. Then I had to ride with both you and that giant vibrating machine between my legs for six miles. I’m so turned on, I could probably come just from watching you strip at this point.”
Copper groaned. Damn minx. “Climb off, Shell. Then walk into the house. Don’t want to fuck you out here in the cold, but I don’t trust myself to touch you without taking you.”
