Cocky Biker: A Stand Alone MC Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 2) (4 page)

H
e jumps
off the bed and lands with a thud on the aged carpet.

A second later I feel his hands softly touch my elbows as he whispers, “Hey, I’m sorry…I didn’t know.”

I was having fun and now it’s ended with the reminder of where I come from and what I’ve lived through. The little girl in me wants to lean into his strength. It’s a foreign desire. I’ve never turned to men for comfort. They are always the enemy.

But his voice. It’s so…compassionate. I never hear that tone. Especially not in my own head.

Before I know what I’m doing, I let him wrap his arms around me. He rests his forehead on the back of my head.

A scared little girl inside me whispers,
‘Can we stay like this forever?’

Because I don’t understand these feelings at all, I turn around to look into his eyes, searching them and wondering where my voice has gone.

Grey Eyes stares into me like he can handle this.

Are these tears tugging inside of me? I haven’t cried in years!

Over a throat dryer than I’ve ever had, I rasp, “I don’t need to be held.”

He nods and murmurs, “No, you’re too strong for that.”

“That’s right,” I whisper, barely able to talk.

“C’mere.” He pulls me in against his strength and hugs me so hard it almost hurts. “I don’t know what happened to you, Sunshine,” he whispers against my hair, “but I’m sorry it did. I wish I could make it go away.”

Oh God. Why’d that stab me in the heart so deeply? Fuck. I can’t…I just can’t…hold back.

I rise on my tiptoes. Sensing what I need, he leans down to meet me, staring into my eyes for a split second before devouring me in a kiss. His jaw unlocks and Grey Eyes turns me into his clay, molding my lips with his, seeking out my tongue and teasing it until I can’t help but moan. There’s so much pain in the sound. I heard it, and it only deepens my agony.

“Sunshine…” he murmurs against open, waiting lips. We lock eyes as he asks me silent questions, his eyelids heavy with hunger.

He lifts me up by my thighs and wraps my trembling legs around his body right here where he stands. As we eat each other alive he rushes us to the nearest wall and throws us against it, groaning as his hot bulge pushes into the crotch of my jeans. I can’t get enough of these kisses. He’s so good at them.

“
Fuck,
” he growls into my mouth.

“Uh huh,” I moan, opening moist lips even more to invite his skilled tongue to claim mine again.

I need to taste him.

I need to be tasted.

I need this.

As our lips lock once more, tongues lashing and teasing, my stomach clenches. Heat rushes through me. He grinds his need into mine. Thick fingers yank my shirt off, snapping my bra and throwing it aside while he groans at my naked, full breasts.

Being stared at like this is distracting and I feel the pain drift in again, but the sexy bastard grinds his angry bulge against me really hard and makes me forget anything except for how much I need his cock inside me. NOW.

“I am going to fuck the shit out of you, Sunshine,” he growls, devouring my mounds with hot kisses, kneading my ass with strong hands. “Are you ready for this?”

I moan, “Uh huh…” as I watch him chewing on me, turning my nipples into tight pebbles until I’m gasping and starving to feel all of his length. He groans deep and gutturally when I whisper, “That feels so goooooood.”

“Let’s do this, baby,” We propel off the wall and careen to the bed where we fall like a chopped down tree, caving the mattress with his weight on mine. I’m crushed beneath his muscles. It’s perfect. It’s heaven. As I’m panting and holding my breasts, he yanks off our pants, watching what I’m doing, how much touching myself in front of him is turning me on.

“Holy fuck, whoever you are, you’re gorgeous.”

His boxer briefs are obscene, the tent massive.

I can’t wait to feel that cock tear into me.

It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. And I’ve never in my whole life been kissed the way this man just kissed me.

“Come on!!!” I moan, writhing on the bed. “What are you waiting for?”

He steps back and runs both hands through his hair like he can’t believe this is happening. His deep rasp sends shivers into my blood as he growls, “I’m done waiting.” He dives onto me, pulling me up to devour me. I melt in his arms and respond unashamedly.

“Show me,” I whisper as my pussy clenches, so excited about what she’s about to receive.

Shoving his hand down he produces a cock so enormous it makes my back arch, the response instinctual and instantaneous.

He’s hung like crazy.

Wide girth.

Terrifying length.

And there’s that tattoo I spied.

Tear ‘em Down To Stand ‘em Up.

“What does that mean?” I whisper.

He glances down for a split second like he has no idea what I’m talking about, and then locks on me again. “Our code.”

Grey Eyes crawls onto me panther-style, and lifts me up by my ass without hesitation, burying his face in my pussy until I am screaming, “HOLY FUCK! OH MY GOD!” He’s licking me, using his fingers, flicking my clit like a pro. All of it is crushing me into dust.

He rumbles into my sopping wet pussy, “Cum on my tongue, baby girl. Cum for me.” I cry out as he starts pumping those fingers in such a way that I lose my fucking mind. “That’s it,” he growls. “Cum for me just like this. Yeah, I can feel you cumming now. Ooooh yeah.”

Rising up, he kisses his way up my body, cupping my cunt and rubbing it with skill to stretch the orgasm out. “How the fuck do you know how to do that?” I rasp, arching my back as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. “GOD!!!!”

“You like that?” he smirks.

“DO I LIKE IT?!!”

Grey Eyes chuckles low and dirty. Gripping both my thighs with confidence, he touches the tip of his cock to my dripping opening. It’s half my juices and half his saliva.

“I’m safe,” he rasps.

At first I don't know what he means. Then I get it. “Me too. Totally clean.”

He kisses me deeply. Suddenly my fingers are laced with his and strung above my head as he begins to enter me, pushing his cock in slowly inch by inch, savoring it as our tongues beat a steady rhythm. “Fuck!” he growls into my mouth as he finishes the distance, thrusting in as deeply as he can get. His fingers are strangling mine, his teeth gnawing their way down my neck as he snarls into my ear, “You’re so wet, Sunshine. You feel how slippery this entry was?”

I gasp as he starts to move.

“Harder,” I whisper.

“With me, you get what you ask for,” he snarls right before he starts pounding the strength of his whole body into and against mine. Letting go of my hands he claws my legs and manipulated my hips to his satisfaction, drinking in my desperate moans until he yells out, grimacing as he holds back his climax. “We’re gonna make this last.”

I’m taffy in one of those machines. He moves me like I weigh nothing. His cock is so delicious and so fucking hard I can’t believe we weren’t doing this right on that table at breakfast and every moment since.

He expertly sits us up, puncturing my wet cave again and again as I writhe on top of him and grab a fistful of his hair. “Harder!”

The beast rasps, “YES,” right before he chews on my tongue and proceeds to pummel me with jarring beats and without tenderness.

Everything snaps. We are not in control anymore. It’s primal and hot as hell. He groans as I bend his head back and kiss him as roughly as he’s fucking me right now.

Suddenly we’re on the floor. I’m on top and he’s pawing my breasts skillfully. I’m riding him without shame as I reach down and grab him by his jaw to demand, “Why does this feel so fucking good?!”

He grins, reaching down and holding his thumb on my clit as I ride his length. Within seconds I’m crying out, cumming again, dripping down his balls. I know because I’m grabbing them and making him yelp.

“You like that?”

“I shouldn’t, but I do,” he moans, flipping me over and ramming into me with everything he’s got. Whimpering and sore, I begin to shake and tremble. “That’s right, Sunshine, cum for me again, baby. Cum for me. Fuck, you feel so good I want to join you. But you’re not getting off that easy.”

“Shit!” I moan, covering my face with my hands as tears slide down. This release has me, and it’s everywhere. He sees my tears, dives down to kiss me and I respond like I’ve never been kissed – rasping his name into his lips until he growls and lifts me off the ground.

We’re in the bathroom when the fifth one hits me. He’s behind me, and we’re both watching us fuck in the mirror.

Lips raw.

Skin Flushed.

Sweat dripping.

I twist my torso for a kiss. Rubbing my breast he latches his mouth onto mine and draws out the hot, tingling burn of multiple contractions with slow sure strokes, knowing how sensitive I am now. As I cum, he growls into my lips, which just drives me further into the pleasure. As soon as I’m boneless, he buries his face in my neck and lifts me up.

In a flash, I’m bent over the only chair in the motel room, a fake leather thing that matches nothing. “Jett…” I moan over and over as he massages my ass and slowly rides me from behind. His cock is amazing. It feels so good filling me up to completion like this. I cry out, “No fucking way!” as I feel the tremble threaten me one more time. I want to feel
him
cum. I don’t want to be the only one. I squeeze the muscles inside my cunt and try to hold it back. With my hair matted with sweat to my cheek, I look over my shoulders and lock eyes with him to shout, “Cum inside me you fucker or I’ll slap the shit out of you when this is done!”

He starts laughing, pulls out of me, literally throws me over his shoulder and tosses me onto the bed. I yelp as he dives into me, yanking my hands above my head. Our fingers lace and he moves my thighs open wider, plunging deeply into me. Pulling back from kissing me, his eyes change, something clicks in them. He’s looking at me in an intimate way. To someone like me, this is very unnerving. I can’t escape his seeing me.

Like, really seeing me.

My chest twists and I look to the side, locking onto the closed curtains instead.

“Don’t do that.”

“I can’t!” I whisper.

“Look at me!”

“No, I can’t. It’s too much!”

“LOOK. AT. ME.” He stops moving and loosens his hold on my hands.

Desperate for it not to end like this, I meet his eyes. My whole body is shaking. I know I must look strange, this terrified of being vulnerable.

Fucking is one thing.

Him making it intimate is another.

He kisses me softly. “Just take the wall down for this one night, Sunshine. Just let the fucker go and enjoy this.”

“I don’t know how!” I close my eyes and feel his lips touch mine.

He murmurs against them, “Let me show you.”

Opening my eyes he gives me this look like I can trust him. Everything I know about men says I can’t. But this guy…I nod very slowly and those hips start to fuck me again. We’re locked in a visual embrace. Our fingers weave tightly together and he begins to move faster. My head falls back and I gaze and whisper, “Oh God,” as tears gather in my eyes.

He nods like it’s okay, then kisses me deeply, filling me up the whole time. I feel his cock swell and know this is the moment. He pulls back, gritting his teeth as he stares into my eyes. A deep moan escapes me, one that goes on as he explodes and roars so loudly I know his friends can hear. My body unleashes under his and I cum just as hard as he does. It is unabashed delirium.

He collapses onto my lips, moaning into them as he grinds everything he has to give into my sore little cunt. “Fuck, Sunshine, holy dammit, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!”

I whimper in his arms and kiss his hair as he slumps onto me, slippery with sweat.

In the quiet that follows, I feel peace, crushed beneath him and staring lazily at the ceiling, thinking of him, this and us. Soon I hear the steady breathing of his dozing and I smile, lightly petting his head with my short nails.

My eyes fall on the gun he set on the nightstand, and my smile slowly disappears.

A
knock
on my motel door jars me awake. Fuck, I haven’t slept like that in…years? Yeah, feels like it’s gotta be years. Stretching with my eyes still closed, I shout to whoever is on the other side, “HANG ON!”

Rolling over, I discover I’m alone in the bed.

Sitting up with a start, I scan the room and see the bathroom door shut. Relaxing, I call to her, “Hey Sunshine, you wake up before me?”

The name is ironic. She’s a dark girl. Disturbed and tortured by a past I want to know more about.

Rolling off the bed, I trudge over and rap on the door. “Whatever your name is…get on out here. Time for breakfast and you never answered my questions.”

No response.

I knock again then try the handle.

It’s unlocked and… “Motherfucker!” She’s not here.

Whipping around I search for the backpack.

The gun.

The girl.

They’re gone.

“FUCK!”

Quick, angry strides get me to the motel room door. Scratch waits on the other side, framed by bright sunlight.

“Did you see her leave?”

He somberly shakes his head. “No, man. I was just comin’ to wake you. We’ve been up for over an hour. You’re usually first one up.”

Dragging angry fingers through my hair I shout, “SHIT! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”

“She stayed over?”

Honey Badger walks up and before he sees my face, asks, “Did you find out what she was…oh fuck. She took off on you, didn’t she?”

Fuse and Tonk walk up behind them. I’m buck-naked. They don’t say a word. They just overheard what is going on and there’s no way they’re gonna fuck with me right now.

Glaring my answer, I snatch up my jeans and snarl, “I need some food.”

“A girl ran out on Jett?” Fuse mutters, like he can’t believe it.

It’s true. I’m normally the one leaving.

Furious and feeling like an absolute fuckin’ idiot, I shout, “FUCK THAT. I need to shower first. Get the smell of this bitch off me.” Slamming the door, I swear under my breath. In fact, I can’t stop swearing.

How’d I sleep through her sneaking out?

Did she drug me?

Nah. I just took my guard down.

This’ll teach me never to do that again.

* * *

E
ven after we eat
, the air is still stiff. We’re sitting around a table at ‘Four ‘n 20 Restaurant and Pie’ on Laurel Canyon when Tonk pulls out a phone and throws it on the table.

“That the one?” Scratch asks, picking it up.

“Yeah.”

Shoveling omelet into my mouth, I grumble, “What is it?”

“A burner phone. I grabbed it off one of the guys I knocked out last night,” Tonk says.

My eyebrows shoot up.

Tonk’s learning.

I grab the phone and say with a full mouth, “Nice work,” as I check it out.

As he mops syrup up with a last, lonely waffle chunk, Honey Badger shrugs. “Yeah, but what do we do with it?”

The five of us finish our meal, ruminating over the problem. There are three dialed numbers in its memory, but it’s not like we’ll be able to find the addresses by Googling these digits. People don’t have their addresses on display like that, unless they’re totally clueless. Not the case here.

We’re not spies. We don’t have access to Internet geniuses.

“It’s a useless piece of plastic,” Scratch grumbles, turning it over in his big paw.

Suddenly I remember my brother. “Give me that. I might have a way.” Scratch hands me the thing and I head out to the parking lot, pulling my own phone out and dialing as the warm sun digs into my scalp.

Justin answers on the first ring. “Jett! How the hell are ya? I haven’t heard from you in months.”

“I’m good. In California.”

“No way!” A thunderclap sounds in the background. “Hear that?”

“Fuck, I miss those storms. It’s not rainin’ where I am. Ever.”

He laughs. Justin shares one major thing with our father, he’s a politician and well connected with the power players. Only unlike our dad, he plans to be in the Senate. I think he wants to one-up Congressman Michael Cocker, which I wouldn’t mind at all. But if I’m honest, Dad would be proud of Justin if he surpassed him in power. It’s me he’s never proud of. Fuckin’ asshole.

“How are ya, Justin?” I glance over to our Harleys, checking them out like I always do. “How’s Jason?”

“Why does everyone always ask about my twin? We’re not attached,” he laughs, adding, “Thank God. You know him, Jett. Forever tangled with some crazy chick. He’s got a new girl. Real piece of work. I hate her.”

“You hate all Jason’s girls.”

I can hear by the echo of his laughter that he’s in his huge office. It’s three hours ahead there, so I might have caught him just before lunch. Good. Need him near his resources, and somewhere private.

“I think you’re just jealous, man,” I tell him, referring to Jason’s women.

Justin laughs again, loud and heartily, like there’s no way that’s true.

I grin and walk over to my saddlebags, adjusting the strap on one side just because.

“You meet
Jake’s
woman yet?” Justin asks.

“Not yet. Heard about her when I saw him in Colorado though. We talked on the phone a couple months ago, he told me he was pretending to go slowly because she had a problem with his age, still. But then Ma told me it got serious, last time we spoke.”

“I’d say so. They’re getting married. You should come.”

A pang twists my chest up and my smile leaves me flat. Gazing up at the never-ending Southern California sunlight, I mutter, “We’ll see.”

“Fuck what Dad thinks, Jett. You need to be there. Hang on a second…what?” A woman’s muffled voice is in the background. She’s saying something official. Justin tells her, “Okay, let him know I’ll call him back after I talk to my brother.” He returns to me. “You better come, Jett. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

“I’ll be there in spirit.”

“You’re here in spirit all the time. Try to be here in person for once.”

“We’ll see.”

We’re silent a second. I know my younger brother is seriously considering whether or not to try harder, but he knows me too well. “Why’d you call, Jett? I can tell you’ve got a motive. You sound tense.”

“I need to see if you can run some phone numbers for me. I need addresses.”

“Hang on…Mary? Will you give me a minute? I’ll buzz you when I’m done here.” He waits and I hear a door close in the distance. Then another thunderclap. Justin’s voice gets lower. “You guys fighting the good fight again?”

“Always.”

“Look, I’ve got some buddies on the force, but finding addresses…I need a reason.”

Glancing over, I lock eyes with Scratch through the window. The others are deep in conversation.

“Justin, this one’s deep. Not just some gang terrorizing some town. I’m talkin’ human trafficking. I don’t know how Scratch got the call, but we’re about to shut something major down. Only we can’t find the guy without your help. This phone might have the answers if it’s not too late.”

Justin whistles long and low. “Wow. I think you’re doing better things than I am.”

“When you work outside the law you can get more done.”

“Alright, don’t say things like that on my cell phone.”

I chuckle, “You’re too low level for them to be watching. When you reach Senate, I’ll send ravens.” He laughs, but I hear the tension isn’t only in my voice now. “I need this, Justin. There are women involved. We can give them a way out. You can help. That’s why you want to be a politician, right?”

“Alright. What are they?”

Going through the burner I give him all the numbers called. There are only three.

“Jett, you know these may not lead anywhere. Where’d you get the phone?”

“We went dancing last night. A gentleman didn’t need it anymore, once the music stopped.”

He exhales. “Please use code like that from now on. I’m serious. I’m here for you. You know that. But I have a future I’m building. If we’re going to…work together…it’s gotta be discreet.”

“You got it. I appreciate it, Jus.”

“I’ll tell Jake you’re comin’ to the wedding.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare. Don’t tell him that shit.”

After silence, he says, “Try to make it.”

“I hear you. Say hi to Jason. Tell him I’ll call soon.”

“I’ll tell
everyone
you said hello,” he says with meaning.

“Asshole,” I laugh, and hang up.

Yeah, tell Dad I said hey. Let’s see how riled up he gets when he hears that.

Never got a thank you for what I did for him with Jake.

He can go to hell. Fucking hypocrite.

Nodding to Scratch through the glass, I watch him rise and tell the others to join. They amble out and squint as the sun hits them. That’s the darkest diner we’ve ever been in. Why they want you to start your day in a cave beats me.

“Now we wait,” I tell them.

Scratch nods. He’s the only one I’ve shared my family connections with. No one needs to know my dad’s in Washington and my brother’s heading there.

The only person Scratch has talked to in my family is my mom. She asked to speak to him when I was on the phone with her early on. Then she went and acted old-school telling our V.P. to watch over her boy. He didn’t let me live that down for a long time. But I think he was secretly jealous.

I come from the best family of all the Ciphers I know.

It’s not because of my problems with my father that I ride in this club. It’s because of the burning itch in my soul, the urge to fight, and for a cause. I’m not the sit in an office, kiss babies type.

Fucking shit up, that’s more my life.

I’m suited for it.

We all are.

Fuse asks, “You have some internet nerd in your back pocket?”

I smile at the idea of anyone thinking of Justin as a nerd— he and his identical twin Jason are probably the prettiest of us Cocker Brothers. “Something like that.”

Scratch squints at the sky, thinking. After a moment, he grumbles, “Saddle up. Let’s ride.”

“Where?” Tonk asks.

“Anywhere,” Honey Badger tells him, knowing there’s nothing better for us to do while we wait.

Scratch gives me a look and jerks his head away from the others. “Jett, come here.”

We walk to get some privacy.

“You got nothing out of the girl?”

“Not anything we can use.”

He smirks at my joke, but his eyes see more than I want them to. Why’d he have to remind me? For the last half hour I’d managed to forget about her.

An unfamiliar beep goes off on my phone. I frown as I read an alert from my credit card company warning me about an unusually large charge in a new city…this one. We just got here yesterday, and now someone is… What the hell?

“Motherfucker,” I whisper, stunned.

“What?”

“She stole my credit card! What the hell did she buy for almost six hundred dollars at a fuckin’ Bed Bath and Beyond?!”

Scratch makes a hissing sound and cranes over to check out what it says on my outstretched phone. “What the hell…”

“Fucking cunt stole my credit card!”

He sighs like he sees something I don’t.

“What, Scratch? What’s that face for?”

“You never call women that.”

“Well, I just did.”

“She got to you.”

“SHE DIDN’T FUCKIN’ GET TO ME.”

I head for my hog.

The other Ciphers look away quickly, except Fuse. He’s got a son from a woman who drives him crazy, Melodi. He gives me a look like he gets it. Before I have a chance to tell him to go to hell, he breaks eye contact and flips his ignition on, motor roaring to life.