Copper (Hell's Handlers MC Book 4)

by Lilly Atlas

  “Then why did you hold me?” Holy crap, she’d actually asked it.

  His eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything.

  “What? You think I was asleep or something? Well, I wasn’t.” She stepped forward and jammed her finger into his chest.

  “So.” Poke.

  “Why.” Poke.

  “Did.” Poke.

  “You.” Poke.

  “Do.” Poke.

  “It.”

  He grabbed her finger, stopping it from digging into his very hard pecs one last time. “Shell,” he said, voice full of warning.

  “What, Copper? What are you going to do?” She rose on her tiptoes, getting in his face as much as she could given their vast height difference. Each time she breathed in, her chest rose, brushing against him.

  Copper’s eyes dilated until the jade green rim was almost swallowed up by the black. He leaned down. “You don’t want to know, Shell. You couldn’t fucking handle it.”

  Hunger. It was there, plain as day. Not just appreciation for her assets, but actual desire for her.

  Holy shit. Over the years, she’d heard the rumors.

  Copper wanted her but would never give in because she was too young.

  Before his death, her father warned Copper to keep the men in the club away from her.

  Copper had some notion he was her protector, and that included protecting her from himself.

  All this time, she’d assumed it was bullshit. Teasing from the guys privy to her feelings. Not once, did Copper show any indication of romantic or sexual interest in her. He always treated her like a buddy’s little sister or a beloved cousin. Someone he felt responsible for but wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole.

  But now?

  Now everything she’d ever assumed was in question.

  Did Copper want her?

  “You’d be surprised what I can handle, Copper.”

  He snorted, nostrils flaring and his grip tightened. “Fine. You were right. I played you. Held your sexy body all night long to soften you up. Gave you what I thought you wanted so you’d take the money in the morning.” The words were punishing, the tone even harsher.

  Five minutes ago, she’d have bought it, but there was an unmistakable bulge resting against her stomach. He might be fighting the attraction for all he was worth, but Copper wanted her. He may have even been as starved for her as she was for him.

  And Shell was done being denied.

  “Bullshit.” Shell spat the words as she ripped her arms from his grasp. Copper gazed at the ceiling as though praying to be teleported out of there.

  No such luck, buddy.

  Clearly, aliens had invaded her body because Shell whipped her shirt up and off, tossing it on the floor. She stood before him in skintight jeans and a lacy black bra that did nothing to conceal her puckered nipples.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Shell. What the fuck are you doing?”

  She cocked her hip and licked her lips. Copper’s molten gaze followed every movement, flowing over her bared flesh like a caress. “If you’re gonna leave a stack of hundreds on my dresser like I’m some kind of whore, you should at least fuck me. Dontcha think?”

  Jackpot.

  Copper’s entire body stilled. Well, almost his whole body. There was some movement, growth to be exact, behind his zipper. Shell’s eyes widened. The man was big.

  He stalked forward, and she couldn’t have moved to escape if she tried. It was as though she was a little bunny caught in a trap and he was a prowling tiger circling its prey. When he reached her, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head back. “You’re playing with fire, little girl.”

  Two green eyes ablaze with excitement burned into hers. If only Copper would unleash all that tamped down passion on her. The red beard covering his lower face looked so soft, she longed to feel it brushing all over her naked skin. If he wasn’t willing to have sex with her, maybe he’d just rub his beard all over her. On her face, her stomach, her breasts, her thighs. Hell, she’d probably get off from that alone.

  But he saw her as a little girl. Once again, she dislodged from his grasp. Whatever hope she’d held died with his words and shot her anger straight to boiling once again.

  “I’m not a little girl,” Shell screamed. She grabbed her lace covered breasts. “I’m a woman, Copper.” Still yelling, there was now a tremor to her voice. She hated that damn tremor. It betrayed her. Showed this was about much more than fucking. “I’m a twenty-four-year-old woman.” The words came out softer this time. “I have two jobs. I pay my rent on time. I have a child for crying out loud.” She sniffed and shrugged, palms out. If it wasn’t going to happen now, it’d never happen, and she’d have to give up the dream. Because the wanting and not ever having was killing her.

  “Shell, I’m sixteen years older.”

  It was all or nothing.

  She held up a hand. “Yes. I’m younger than you are. But I haven’t been a little girl in a long time, no matter how you see me. I’m an adult, Copper. A woman with needs and desires just like any other woman.” A sad chuckle slipped out as she gave his deliciously large, tattooed, and muscular body a once-over. “Well, maybe my desires are a little more specific than most. But—”

  In the next instant, Shell was lifted under her arms, turned and smashed against the door while all the air rushed from her lungs. “Umph.” Before she had a chance to suck in, Copper’s mouth was on hers and her brain cells short-circuited.

  There was no hesitation, no questioning, no second guessing. If Copper wanted to kiss her, she was going to soak up every ounce of it whether it lasted one second, one minute, or one hour.

  The kiss was brutal. A fierce attack of lips, tongue, and teeth. He plunged his tongue into her mouth making her knees weak and her pussy clench as she imagined his cock thrusting into her in much the same way. All it took was the first brush of his lips against hers and she was drenched in arousal.

  Copper nipped her lower lip, hard, then dove back in before she even had the presence of mind to register the sharp sting. Soft bristles tickled her cheeks and chin, enhancing the sensory delight. Her mind swirled, flooded with hormones and pleasure chemicals. Her back pressed so hard into the door, there would probably be bruises all along her spine and shoulder blades tomorrow.

  Worth every mark and ache.

  Despite the rough assault on her senses, Copper took care of her, as he always did. He slid his massive hands up and cupped the base of her skull. Cradling her head, he prevented it from smacking against the door as he attacked her mouth.

  A thick thigh nudged her legs apart then came to rest, pressed firmly against her sex. There was no doubt in her mind that within seconds, he’d be feeling exactly how much she wanted him soaking through to his skin.

  All she could do was cling to his triceps, accept what he dished out, and try to give back half as good as she got.

  God, he tasted terrific. Whiskey and a hint of cigar smoke. The kiss went on and on until the need grew so strong, the pressure of his mouth was no longer enough. She rocked her pelvis, grinding her jean-covered clit into his leg.

  Yes. More of that was what she needed. More pressure. She canted her hips again, and again until she was basically riding his hefty thigh.

  “Jesus.” Copper tore his mouth from hers and stared down at her with wild green eyes, breathing like he’d just run the five miles from the clubhouse to her home. A slow smile curled his lips. Shell could have cheered.

  He wasn’t throwing her out. He wasn’t running away.

  “Helluva good first kiss, baby,” he said, all growly and smug. “Hope you burned it into your memory because it’s damn sure the last first kiss you’re gonna have.”

  Surrounded by a haze of need and lust, Shell blinked. She must have heard him wrong. Whatever sex juices her brain was drowning in must be making her hallucinate. It sounded to her like Copper was claiming her.

  And while being Copper’s woman was the one thing Shell wished for above all, i
t would never happen.

  It could never happen. She’d made sure of that years ago.

  But sex? Sex with the man who she’d been fantasizing about long before she even knew what fantasies were? Yeah, that could happen.

  And by the look on Copper’s face, it would be happening.

  Right now.

  CHAPTER NINE

  ONE KISS.

  Sure, the lip-lock wasn’t exactly run-of-the-mill. More like a soul-devouring, tornado of sensation that left Copper needing to fuck Shell more than he’d ever needed anything in his life. But it was still one kiss.

  And the entire reason he’d never let his lips anywhere near her in the past. He’d known damn well a single taste would be all it took to destroy him. He was hooked, addicted, sunk, smitten, ruined. Whatever anyone wanted to call it, now that he knew the flavor of her sweet lips, he’d die before letting her get away. She was his, and he hoped to hell she could handle all that entailed.

  The floodgates were open, and water was gushing in. He lifted his thigh, grinding it into her pussy, and she gasped. Well, something was gushing, that was for sure.

  “Think, Shell,” he said. One chance. He’d give her one chance to escape. If she didn’t run, fuck it. As she said, she was an adult. She could live with the consequences. “Think hard about whether you want this. I’m a fucking one percenter president, baby, not like any college boy you may have been with in the past. I’m gonna demand a lot of you.”

  Something dark crossed her face for a second, but he cupped her lacy tits and brought her right back to the moment. She moaned and arched into him, offering herself. Unable to resist, he thumbed her nipples until she whimpered. “I-I know exactly who you are Copper. I’ve known you forever, and I’ve wanted you just as long.”

  “You may know me, Shell, but you don’t know it all. Things I’ve done, things I’ll do in the future. You should want to run from all that shit.” That’s what her father had meant when he warned her off men in the club.

  “The Handlers are my family. I’ve been a part of the club my entire life. You’d be surprised what I know, Copper.”

  Surprised what she knew? The men made it a point to keep club business under wraps. He frowned. They’d be revisiting the cryptic comment at a later date.

  “I may not be privy to all the details, but I’m well aware of what the club is. What it takes to run it and lead these men. You think I’m naïve. I’m not. Haven’t been for a long time. Every man here walks outside the lines of the law on occasion. But there’s a code. There’s loyalty, family, protection. I trust you, Copper. Trust you as president of the MC and as a man. Ten years,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted you for ten years. Since back when I was way too young to be looking at an old man like you.”

  That got a small chuckle out of him while the rest of her words slayed him. The faith, the trust she put in him made him want to beat his chest and let out a Tarzan roar. “You’re still too young to be looking at an old man like me.”

  “I don’t care about that, Copper. I’ve never cared about the age difference. I don’t see you as an age. I just see you.”

  Jesus. He still remembered the first time he’d noticed her as more than his president’s daughter. She’d turned eighteen a few months earlier, and showed up at a Handlers’ barbecue with some friends wearing these itty-bitty denim cutoffs and a halter. Strutting around, trying to sneak beer when no one was looking. Every man there did a double take when her pert ass twitched by.

  “Ten years, huh? Sounds like you got a lot of need built up.”

  “A whole lot.” She bit her lower lip. The move was so sexy, he nearly came in his pants. Between the swollen red lips, wild mass of hair, flushed cheeks, and lacy bra, she’d have made one hell of a poster. If his brothers hadn’t been downstairs, he’d have made her stand next to his bike while he snapped a few shots.

  “Yeah?” he said. “Think I can help you out with that. Where you feeling it, baby? Where do you need me?”

  With a sly grin, she grabbed his hand and brought it to the spot where her drenched pussy rested on his thigh. “Right here. Right where I’m getting you all wet.”

  This pint-sized sexpot was going to be the death of him.

  More abruptly than he’d meant, he stepped back. Her feet hit the ground as she squeaked and wobbled before catching her footing.

  “Bra off,” Copper said as he backed toward the king-sized bed. When the mattress hit his calves, he sat then scooted back until he reclined against the headboard. “Want to see those tits. Been dreaming ’bout sucking those nipples since the moment you walked back in my clubhouse last year.”

  Her eyes flashed with a quick look of apprehension before she pushed it aside. Right before his eyes, she transformed into a confident siren. Licking her gloss-free lips, she took two steps forward then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The straps slid down the slope of her shoulders. Seconds away from fulfilling his number one visual fantasy, Copper’s dick felt impossibly full. Just as the lace cups began to fall away from her luscious breasts, she caught them and held the garment in place with a teasing wink.

  Copper groaned. “You trying to kill me, woman?” He slid the zipper of his fly down and sighed at the slight relief of pressure. It was either that or risk cock-strangulation, and with Shell’s pussy waiting to be filled by that cock, he was going to take damn good care of it.

  A sultry laugh floated from her, hypnotizing him. The entire clubhouse could be burning down around them and still, he’d be riveted to the unveiling of her body.

  Slowly, as though she knew exactly how much the teasing drove him wild, she peeled the cups down and let the scrap of lace fall to the floor. Saliva pooled in his mouth. Soon he’d be all over those babies.

  Shell tilted her head and walked forward, kicking off her flat shoes as she moved. Still clad in her skin-tight black jeans, she cupped her breasts, lifting and pushing the plump mounds together. “These the tits you wanted to see?” When she reached the bed, she climbed up on her knees.

  Shit. Who knew she was such a sex kitten? “Fuck yes,” Copper said. “Get your ass up here.”

  His heart galloped as she straddled his feet then knee-walked up his shins, still massaging her tits but now thumbing her nipples as well. She stopped, hovering a few inches over his knees. Fuck, he should have had her ditch the jeans first.

  “Closer,” the word rumbled out. “Those tits aren’t in my mouth in the next thirty seconds, I’m taking over.”

  She threw back her head and laughed. “Let’s not pretend I was ever in control here.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Twenty seconds.”

  “Hmm,” Shell inched closer. “I guess I’m feeling pretty generous where you’re concerned. I can share my toys.”

  Close enough, he could stick his tongue out and lick her nipple. “Feed them to me.”

  Shell’s breath hitched. “Yes,” she whispered. She lifted her tits and leaned forward, brushing his lips with one nipple then the other.

  Copper’s stomach muscles clenched with the force it took to hold himself in check. “Didn’t expect you to be so bold, gorgeous. Thought you’d be a little more shy.” As he spoke, his lips grazed her distended nipples, causing her to jolt.

  “I finally have what I’ve been dreaming about for years.” She panted and trembled as he rubbed his lips on the side of her breast. “Not going to waste the opportunity being shy.”

  “Good fucking answer,” he said then opened his mouth and latched on to the plump skin at the top of her tit.

  Shell cried out and let her breasts drop. She grabbed Copper’s shoulders and dug her slender fingers into the muscles. The pick of her nails sent a surge of white-hot need through his bloodstream.

  A citrusy flavor hit his tongue as he trailed it through the valley between her breast. Kissing, sucking, biting, he worked the sensitive flesh until Shell was a quivering mess. She tasted so fucking good he couldn’t stop the rough treatment and sampling of her s
kin. Tomorrow, she’d wear his marks for sure.

  He couldn’t fucking wait to see them.

  “Please, Copper,” she begged, twisting her torso and trying to get her nipples in his mouth. “Stop teasing me.”

  He could have spent hours driving her insane, but this first time, he wouldn’t make her wait. He closed his mouth around one stiff peak, loving the way her head dropped back on a cry.

  “Copper that’s so good. So good. So good.”

  “Sure as fuck is, baby,” he said, mouth full.

  He sucked her until she was writhing against him, her denim-covered sex grinding and squirming all over his cock. Fuck! It felt incredible, but he wasn’t fool enough to risk coming until he was deep inside her.

  With lightning speed, Copper flipped them then hovered over a stunned Shell.

  “For a big dude, you move fast,” she said.

  He winked and nudged his hard-on against her pussy. “You have no idea how big.”

  Shell giggled. “Looking forward to finding out.”

  Between her spread legs, Copper rested back on his heels. He popped the button of her jeans open then shimmied them down and off her legs. Next came the scrap of lace she called panties.

  “You too,” she whispered.

  Gripping the hem of his shirt, he whipped it over his head and let it drop somewhere behind him.

  “Jesus, Copper, you’re incredible. I didn’t know you had so much ink.” Her gaze roamed all over him. “Pants too.”

  “Impatient little minx.” He scooted off the bed and shucked his boots then jeans. He hadn’t bothered with underwear that morning, so the reveal was quick and simple. When he rose to his full height again, his stiff cock slapped against his stomach. He noticed Shell’s wide-eyed stare and couldn’t help fisting himself and stroking a few times.

  “Um…” Shell swallowed, making him chuckle.

  “You’re good for my ego, baby.”