“Locks,” he said again.
“Get. Out,” I gritted out through my clenched jaw.
Still holding my wrist, he gave it a gentle, but firm tug, pulling me flush against his chest. “Shut. Up,” he growled and circled my waist with his free arm.
“No fucking way, buddy,” I spat, trying, unsuccessfully, to remove myself from his hold.
His free hand cupped the back of my neck, and his fingers slid between the strands of my hair. He tightened his hold and tugged, forcing my head to tilt back. Before anything could register through the anger overtaking my brain, his lips were on mine. And he wasn’t gentle. No, he was strong, forceful, demanding, and consuming.
I tried to resist, tried to pull away, but my underlying desire for him was no match for the anger I was feeling moments before. And honestly, I needed the physical connection. It had been so long since I had experienced any kind of positive interaction with anyone, particularly a man.
I melted into him, succumbing to the demands of his lips and tongue. I was lost in his kiss, lost in lust, lost in him. So, when he abruptly pulled back, I was left standing with my mouth hanging open and a look of shock on my face.
“Listen and listen good, woman,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. “I said nothing about you being a club whore. I said the club would take care of you. If you would’ve let me speak, I would’ve told you it was because you’re family. In case it didn’t register to you, you are the sister-in-law of the President of the entire fucking club.”
“Oh, ah, oops,” I said and shrugged, hoping to lighten the moment, as well as hide my embarrassment from overreacting.
“Oops? That’s all you got?” he growled, stepping forward and forcing me to take a step back.
I cast my eyes to the ceiling, pretending to search my brain for another answer that wasn’t there. I looked back to him and said, “That’s all I got.”
“Woman,” he growled. And then I was falling backward, landing on the bed with a bounce and a squeak.
Copper followed me down, hovering over me with his much larger frame, his fists planted beside my shoulders. He lowered his head and captured my bottom lip, gently sucking it into his mouth.
“Tell me you want this,” he mumbled against my lips.
Did I want it? Yes, very much so. Was it a good idea? Probably not. I needed food and shelter far more than my desires needed to be sated, though it was beyond difficult to think logically with all that was Copper looming over me.
When I took too long to answer, he pulled back and met my eyes. “All you have to do is say no, and I’ll leave,” he said softly.
“And then what happens?” I whispered.
His brows furrowed and then realization dawned. “Layla, this has nothing to do with providing for you for a few weeks. I was going to offer to help you out anyway, but Phoenix ordered it when he found out about you, and I’m happy to do it. There’re absolutely no expectations of repayment in any form from you. Having said that, I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“I’m not a whore,” I blurted.
“Never thought you were, Locks.”
“I pretty much have to rely on you for everything right now, and I don’t want to make things awkward between us.”
He grinned and lowered his mouth to my neck. “Wasn’t planning on this being a one-time thing, woman.”
“Oh,” was the only response my mind could conjure up.
He worked his way up to my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin when he spoke. “I need the words, Locks.”
Fuck it. I deserved to have some fun. “Show me whatcha got, biker boy.”
Those few words from me flipped a switch I didn’t know existed. Copper rose up on his knees and ripped my shirt over my head as he went, leaving my braless breasts to bounce free. Next, he lost his shirt and shoved his jeans down his legs. Climbing onto the bed in his boxer briefs, he reached for the waistband of my pants and panties, removing them both in one fell swoop.
He fell on top of me and groaned. “Fuck, Layla. You’re one sexy ass woman.”
He covered my mouth with his and proceeded to devour me. Then, he slid down my body and captured my nipple between his teeth, alternating between sucking and gently biting. He moved and gave the other side the same treatment. By the time he released my breast, I was writhing on the bed and moaning like a shameless hussy.
“Copper,” I breathed, tugging on his hair.
He chuckled against my stomach, but continued sliding down my body until his face was between my legs. I was incredibly uncomfortable with this turn of events. No man had ever put his face between my legs before, and to my utter horror, I heard him inhale deeply.