Copper (Hell's Handlers MC Book 4)

by Lilly Atlas

After what had to be a solid few minutes, Copper pulled her from the wall and completed the short trek to her room. Down she went, onto the bed as he cradled her like she was made of fragile glass.

  Finally ending the mind-melting kiss, he held himself over her. Heavy-lidded eyes met her gaze. She wiggled beneath him, grabbing the hem of her shirt, and shimmying it up and over her head. Then, with her gaze still on him, she arched up, unclasping her bra. Seconds later, it joined her top somewhere on the floor.

  Copper’s heated stare traced her body down to where his tented jeans rested against her core, then back up to her face. Everywhere his gaze stroked burned for real touch. Her nipples were so tight they almost hurt. “I need your skin,” she said as she tugged on the bottom of his T-shirt. “I want to feel you all over me as well as inside me.”

  “Fuck, you kill me.” He sat back on his heels and gave her a sexy grin through the fur of his beard. Gone was the tension, guilt, and remorse of the past hour. All that remained was a hungry outlaw about to pillage. He reached behind his head and pulled off the T-shirt, revealing hard pecs, hills and valleys of six-pack abs, and to-die-for shoulders. “This what you wanted to see, baby?”

  Shell sucked her lower lip between her teeth and nodded. “Yes. But the best part is still hiding from me.” As she spoke, she reached out and ran her hand over Copper’s tight stomach.

  “Oh yeah? I think I know what you’re looking for.” He scooted off the bed.

  Shell’s gaze stayed locked on his pelvis as he lost the denim. His cock sprang forward, long, thick, and deliciously hard. The lack of underwear didn’t surprise her.

  “Better?”

  Oh yeah. “Much, much better.” She gave him a sly grin. “Now bring that bad boy over here.”

  With a chuckle, Copper crawled between her spread legs and fisted his cock. “You want this cock, baby?”

  “Yes, Copper.”

  “Bad?”

  “So bad.”

  “You wet for it? That pussy ready to be filled by your man?”

  She groaned. Why the hell was he chatting when he could be fucking? “Copper I’m soaked, and I need you inside me. I’m dying here.”

  “Hmmm,” he said. “I’m not so sure that’s what you need just yet.”

  What? She was going to combust if he didn’t get moving soon.

  Still holding his cock, he reached between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. “Oh yeah,” he said. “That pussy’s nice and fucking wet, isn’t it, baby?”

  “I told you it was.”

  He tsked. “Don’t get snarky. You’ll get what you need, you just might have to wait a little bit.”

  Two thick fingers slid deep inside her, stroking along the front wall of her sex. “Oh God,” she whispered. Three times, he rubbed over her G-spot making her cry out and rock into his palm. Then he disappeared. “No!” she cried. She was going to combust.

  Copper’s grin was full of mischief. God, she loved him like this. Almost playful. It was a side of him reserved for her alone and made tolerating this torture worth it. As did the promise of a monster orgasm. His fingers glistened with the evidence of her arousal. Transfixed, she gawked as he brought those fingers back to his dick and covered himself in her juices. Then he moved his knees to the outside of her body.

  “W-what are you doing to do?” Her body hummed with anticipation. Whatever he had planned, it’d be hot for sure.

  “Something I’ve fantasized about for fucking years,” he said as he knee-walked up her body. When his dick hovered above her breasts, he came to a stop. “Have I told you how much I fucking love these tits?”

  “Once or twice.” She was so breathless, she sounded like she’d just hopped off the treadmill. Only this was a hundred times more fun.

  He gripped them both, pushing them together as he thumbed her puckered nipples. A hot punch of electricity shot straight to her clit making her cry out. “Like that, baby?”

  “Uh huh,” she said as she fisted the comforter.

  “How about this?” He lowered, sandwiching his cock between her breasts. “Fuuuck.” He stroked back and forth, moving easily due to the slickness created by her cream. “Damn that’s even hotter than I’d imagined.”

  It was. Having him fuck her tits wasn’t something she’d ever contemplated but he was right. It was hotter than hot watching him loom over her in obvious pleasure. His thumbs still strummed her nipples as he fucked between her breasts giving her as much pleasure as he seemed to be in. Each time he pushed forward, the tip of his dick came within reach of her mouth. At first, his eyes had been open and on her, but the lids had dropped a few seconds ago.

  Hmm…this could be good…

  She curled her head up and opened her mouth. This time, as his cockhead came toward her, she closed her lips around it and gave a quick, hard suck.

  “Holy fuck!” he cried, eyes flying open.

  Now it was her turn for the impish grin.

  “You little shit,” he said on a gasp.

  Shell laughed. “Want me to stop?”

  “Fuck no. That’s fucking incredible.” He pumped his dick through her tits again and again. Each time he glided forward, she sucked or licked. It wasn’t long before he was grunting and his grip on her breasts had increased to just shy of too much.

  “Jesus,” he said, finally slipping free. “I’ll come on you next time. Tonight, I need to be so deep inside you, you feel me in your heart.”

  “I already feel you there, Copper. Every single day.”

  He paused. “Good. I’m here to stay, baby.” With a touch that was more tender than a man of his size should be capable of, he smoothed his hands over her entire body. Starting at her wrists, he stroked up to her shoulders then down to her chest, pausing at her breasts where he licked up every drop the arousal he’d spread around. Neither of her nipples were neglected either. Once she was a squirming, panting mess, he continued his ministrations, kissing and caressing every inch of her stomach. Her pussy felt so empty. Every few seconds, it clenched and squeezed as though he were actually inside her. But there wasn’t anything to grasp, and all the involuntary muscle spasms did was make her needier.

  “Copper, please. I’m dying.”

  He chuckled and scraped his teeth over her nipple.

  Shell held her breath when he reached the top of her panties.

  “Lift this beautiful ass for me,” he spoke against her skin.

  Shell obeyed, and he peeled the damp fabric away. He pressed one long kiss just above the hood of her clit. A sigh slipped from her lips, but it quickly turned into a gasp when his tongue slid through her folds.

  He ate at her like he had nothing but time, licking in leisurely flat-tongued strokes over her clit. Shell tried to control her breathing, but the pleasure was too intense. Three times, she made the slow journey to the peak only to have him abandon her pussy and latch on to her thigh just as she started to tremble with the first signs of orgasm.

  “Copper,” she said with a growl as he backed off yet again.

  His laugh vibrated through her pussy, ripping a gasp from her. “I was wondering when you’d hit your limit.”

  “Consider it hit, Copper, please.” She grabbed his hair and tried to guide him back to her pussy, but the damn man was too strong and too happy licking circles on her inner thighs. “I need to come.”

  Those words drew a rumble from him, and he moved back to her center. Shell kept her hands in his hair, holding him against her as he licked circles around her clit. As she moaned, she bent her knees and lifted her hips into his face. He seemed to like it when she demanded more from him. Copper wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked while sliding two fingers inside.

  “Oh, Aiden!” she yelled, legs trembling. The telltale tingling sensation started in the very tips of her fingers and toes. It traveled through her limbs and coiled in a ball, low in her stomach. Her hands tightened in his hair.

  He pumped his fingers deep into her then hummed his approval, vibrating his
lips around her clit. The ball of tension in her exploded outward in a violent burst of pleasure. “Holy shit,” Shell screamed. The intensity of the release shocked her. The only other times she’d come that hard, they’d been going at it with much more fury.

  Copper stayed with her, giving gentle licks through her whole release until she shoved at his head. “Too much. Oh, my God, it’s too sensitive. Back away from the pussy.”

  After one last soft kiss to her clit, Copper crawled up her body. He took her mouth, and she moaned as she tasted herself.

  “Love you,” he whispered against her lips.

  “Love you more.”

  “Not fucking possible, babe.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  WATCHING SHELL COME hard then melt into the mattress like her bones had liquified was hands down Copper’s favorite pastime. It was so good, he was able to push aside the fierce need to track Rusty down and carve his heart out. There’d be time for that later. Now was the time for loving on his woman. His dick was so hard it actually hurt, but he’d delay getting it wet even longer if it meant witnessing Shell react to the pleasure his fingers and mouth brought her.

  She, however, had other ideas.

  Not that he was fucking complaining.

  Shell shoved his chest. When he didn’t budge, she gave him an adorable frown. “You’re too damn big,” she said.

  With a laugh, he nudged his cock against her pussy. “You sure you want to complain about that, babe?”

  Her eyes sparkled as she pushed again. “Okay, maybe you’re the perfect size, but I can’t push you around to save my life.”

  Flopping onto his back, he asked, “You got something specific in mind here?”

  A flush stole across her cheeks, and that pouty lower lip disappeared between her teeth as she sat up.

  “If you haven’t figured it out by now, Shell, I want you morning, noon, and night. I want you in every way and every place possible. And I will have you in every way and every place.” He cupped a heavy breast, running his thumb across the puckered nipple. “There won’t be an inch of this sexy body I don’t claim. And this?” He gestured down the length of his body. “You fuckin’ own this shit. You want something from me, you ask for it, cuz you’ll get it. Every damn time.”

  His woman ran a fingertip through the center dip in his abs. “Sit up,” she said. “Back against the headboard.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He moved into position. “You gonna climb in my lap, baby?”

  Shell nodded.

  Worked for him. “Facing me, or away?”

  She straddled his legs and shimmied as close as she could get. Two slender but surprisingly strong arms came around his neck. “Facing you. I told you earlier, I want to feel you everywhere.”

  Yeah, this was a pretty damn good position to meet that goal. Their fronts flush, he could easily reach her mouth or neck while the hardened tips of her breasts seared two points into his chest. Her pussy dripped onto his cock, and her silky thighs hugged the outside of his hips. Then there was the smooth expanse of her back which he ran his hands over, pausing to squeeze her ass every now and again. “Perfect.”

  “Yeah,” she said, all breathy and needy.

  “Put me in.” Sure, he could do it himself, but there was something about having Shell’s hand circle his cock and guide it into her that drove him nuts. Just as she was doing right then.

  Fuck that feels good.

  Hot and slick from her recent orgasm, Shell’s body accepted him with ease. She glided down, engulfing the entirety of his cock. The instant her pelvis met his, their mingled sigh and grunt filled the room.

  “Nothing better than this, Shell.” Their gazes locked. With his fingers splayed across her back, he could feel the shallow rise and fall of her breathing.

  “Uh huh,” she said.

  Speechless. What could he say, his woman’s pussy loved his cock. He winked and gave her his hungriest grin. Her lips curled as well, right before she squeezed her inner muscles with strangling force around his cock.

  He jolted, driving even deeper inside her.

  Okay, maybe his cock was the one who loved her pussy.

  “Do it again,” he ground out.

  And she did, squeezing him over and over while she rocked her pelvis against him.

  The pace wasn’t rushed or even hurried, no frantic thrusts or heavy pounding. Just a connection, deep, intense, and so powerful each ripple of her pussy flowed through his entire body.

  This wasn’t fucking, wasn’t even sex, it was a full-on union of body, mind, and soul. The kind of shit that made a man hand over his balls. And he fucking couldn’t get enough of it.

  Couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Good?” he whispered as she whimpered.

  “You have no idea.”

  “So, tell me, baby.”

  Her hair was a disaster, curls frizzing out in every direction. A few strands clung to her damp forehead. The face he loved was makeup-free except for a smudge of mascara under one eye. Swollen lips and fuck-drunk eyes.

  Fucking beautiful.

  He must have said that out loud because her face lit up. Still grinding on his dick, she said, “I think you’re deeper than you’ve ever been. And I’m so full I could burst. Your chest hair is tickling my nipples making my pussy squeeze you. And every time I roll forward, my clit rubs against you.” She beamed her pearly whites at him. “And you told me you love me. So, yeah, it’s good. Really fucking good.”

  Damn this woman blew his mind.

  He leaned forward and slid his tongue between her parted lips. All the things he would tell her if he was a man who could come up with poetic words flowed from him. He had no idea how much time passed; it didn’t matter if it was five minutes or five hours.

  Clench. Kiss. Rock. Grind. Moan.

  Clench. Kiss. Rock. Grind. Moan.

  Over and over.

  A subtle tremor rolled through Shell. Two seconds later, she gasped into his mouth as her pussy fisted him with a crushing grip. Her head fell back. She went still in his arms except for the rhythmic pulsing around his cock. His own orgasm crept up, starting at the base of his spine and undulating through his body. He locked her against him as he shuddered out his release.

  Never would he have thought something so powerful could have come from sex that wasn’t rattling the windows. But fuck if he’d been wrong.

  Earth-shattering was the best way to describe it.

  “Jesus,” Shell whispered.

  “Nah, just me, baby. Though I can understand if you thought you saw the face of God. Pretty damn sure I did too.”

  “Nah,” she said with a chuckle, tugging on his beard. “Just me, baby.”

  Copper laughed with her, completely at ease for the first time since she was last in his bed. There was a peace here he only ever found with Shell. The woman soothed something inside him. It was only in here he was fully capable of letting his guard down. Nothing he revealed to her would ever be used against him or lorded over him.

  Sure, he trusted his brothers with his life. Fuck, he trusted them with Shell’s life. But Shell was the one and only person he trusted with his heart.

  He didn’t have a single doubt she’d protect it as ruthlessly as he’d protect her and Beth.

  “Tired, baby?” he asked as he stroked her damp back.

  “Exhausted. More emotionally than physically.” Her face pinked. “I’ve kinda been a wreck this week.”

  Copper snorted. “Pretty sure I was gonna be impeached if I snapped at one more person this week. Izzy threatened to chop off my balls and send them to you with a pink bow.”

  Shell slapped a palm over her mouth.

  Too late. He heard the giggle. “Not fucking funny,” he grumbled. Any other time, Copper would have run out and put a balls-to-the-wall search for Rusty in motion the moment he heard the full story. But this time with Shell was too important to delay. She needed this time to connect physically and emotionally with him. He wanted her to know with
out a doubt he believed her, believed in her, and loved her. Surprisingly, he needed these tender moments just as much. Maybe even more.

  With another giggle, she rested her cheek against his chest. “It’s a little funny.” Her sated body went completely lax as she snuggled into him.

  He grunted. After a moment, he scooted down until he was reclined against the pillows, Shell draped all over him.

  “Want me to move?” Her sleepy voice cut through the quiet.

  “Fuck no.”

  A hummed sigh was her response.

  “Got something I wanna ask ya.”

  “Shoot.” She didn’t bother lifting her head. A soft hand ran up and down his side, lulling him further into a state of relaxation. Wouldn’t be long before he succumbed to sleep and there was something else he needed to know.

  “You ever sleep with anyone else. You know…after?” Jesus, fucking smooth.

  She tensed but quickly slackened under his roaming hands. “Once,” she said in a small voice. “My therapist was strongly encouraging me to branch out, try dating. Said it was the only way I’d fully move on from the experience and from my feelings for you.”

  It was his turn to tense. Shell must have noticed because her soft lips pressed a comforting kiss on his chest. Fuck, the thought of another man touching her made him murderous.

  Why the fuck had he asked?

  Because he had an insatiable need to know every damn thing about her.

  “Anyway. I’m pretty sure she just meant for me to go out on dates, but I had to know if I could do it or if my head was too screwed up.” She shrugged against him. “So I did it. Beth was around one at the time.”

  “And?” He held his breath.

  “And I didn’t try again until you.”

  Should he be pleased by that? Or was there another motherfucker he’d have to hunt and kill? “Why? Did he hurt you?”

  “Nah.” Her voice was soft, almost embarrassed. “He just wasn’t you. None of them were you.”

  Well, fuck me.

  If that wasn’t enough to make his hard heart melt, not a damn thing could.

  No more words were spoken. What else needed to be said?