Copper (RBMC: Tulsa, OK Book 2) by K Webster

Author:K Webster [Webster, K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: RBMC: Tulsa, OK, #2
Publisher: K Webster
Published: 2020-10-12T18:30:00+00:00

I’m eager as hell to get home to my woman. If she’s still there. Doubt clouds around me like a fog, thick and unyielding. I have no other option but to trust Stormy. If she leaves and fucks me over, I’ll deal with that shit then. I can’t worry over what hasn’t happened, though.

Grabbing my file, I climb out of my truck and head inside. The dogs are outside acting like heathens in the woods, chasing whatever it is that’s pissed them off today, so when I walk into my house, I’m met with silence. Unease settles in my gut. She’s probably napping. My eyes skim around the front room and I’m surprised to see Stormy has cleaned. The house smells like mop cleaner. I could kiss her for how shiny my floors are right now.

“Hey, baby, I’m home,” I call out. “I really want to fuck you on these clean floors. Where the hell are you, woman?”

Silence.

She wouldn’t clean the house and bail. That’s fucking stupid. Still, I’m unnerved when I don’t find her in the kitchen or my bedroom. Her bedroom got emptied over the weekend as I moved her clothes and shit into mine, but she’s not in there either. I’m just headed to check the gym downstairs when I stop off at my office. Turning the knob, I push inside.

Sitting at my desk like she owns the place, Stormy is deep in thought, my giant pair of headphones pulled over her ears as she nods to the music she’s listening to on the computer. Papers are strewn out all over the desk where she’s been making notes about something. She’s a different person than the one I left, who was just fucked and only wearing my T-shirt. Now, she’s hot as fuck in a tight white T-shirt that reveals her pointy nipples and some yoga pants. Her long blond hair has been smoothed straight and hangs over her shoulders in shiny tresses I want to tangle my fingers in. It’s clear she dolled herself up for me because her face is made up with a shit ton of makeup. Even though I prefer her fresh-faced, I can’t deny how hard my dick gets when I know she did all this for me.

I sneak back out of the office to take a quick shower to wash the day’s grime off me. My dick has remained at half-mast since I saw her looking so fucking beautiful sitting at my desk. Quickly, I rush out of the shower, a towel loosely tied around my waist, eager to get back to her. I’m about to exit the bathroom when Stormy rounds the corner.

“Weren’t even going to come say hi, huh?” Her blue eyes glitter, but her mouth is pouty.

“Hi.”

“Asshole.”

“Come here,” I growl, dropping my towel in exchange for grabbing my woman.

She whimpers as my mouth crashes against hers. I kiss her like I haven’t seen her in eight years, not eight hours. Our tongues tangle and thrash, each of us desperate to taste the other.

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