Cocky Biker: A Stand Alone MC Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 2) (12 page)

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fter some much needed sleep
, Sunshine agrees to a shower with me. And when I start to soap her up so I can watch the bubbles drift and pop over her amazing tits, she lets me.

I expected a fight.

I can do it…
stuff like that.

But Sunshine says nothing as the suds slide down curves I can’t stop caressing. We kiss in the sunbeams that slice into the steamy air. She watches me soap myself up last. “You’re not gonna help?” I joke, but I can tell she’s getting off on watching.

She reaches over and grabs my cock. “I’ll clean this right here.”

Grinning, I step a little closer. “Be my guest.”

“Well, give me the bar,” she smiles with a challenge in her sultry brown eyes.

“Fuck, that feels good.” I’ve been hard since we stepped in. Hell, I’ve been hard since she didn’t argue about driving with me back home. Not that she’s given me an answer yet. But I have a feeling it’s yes.

This is my last ditch effort to imprint myself on the woman. All of this. I want her to change her mind. I want her to want me as much as I want her.

“Sunshine, you’re pretty fuckin’ good at this,” I groan as I sway under her skill.

“I’m just watching your face and doing more of what makes you frown like that.”

“I’m frowning?”

“Pleasure-frowning. You’re making this amazing sex face, Jett.” She takes my kiss with passion and our tongues lash around as the ache in my cock throbs harder. “You want this?” Sunshine lets go and turns around, arching her gorgeous ass in the air.

“Go slow at first. I’m a little sore.”

Rinsing off the soap with a quick flash under the hot streaming water, I grab onto her ass, inching my length into her pussy a little at a time. She rises on her toes and moans. I could listen to this woman make that noise for the rest of my life.

Tonk’s right. I’ve never been with anyone longer than a week, because they can’t hold my attention.

I need a wild feral cat like Luna, in my life. Never knew it ‘til I met her. I just saw myself being alone and ridin’ alone until I died. Flings, but nothin’ more.

When women begged me to stay it was never hard to say no. I’ve seen more than my fair share of tears. But I never cried for any of them.
I’m not the one for you baby,
I’d tell them.
If I stick around any longer it’ll just be harder to let me go. And your man’s waitin’ for you.

They never believed me when I said that, but I meant that shit.

I knew I wasn’t the one.

I’d just be taking his place by sticking around.

But fuck, the crying always tore me up.

My mom raised me to do right by women.

I try my best. I don’t succeed often.

And now look at me – fucking this wild, gorgeous thing who makes me laugh at the weirdest moments, with everything I have just to make her body go limp so her heart follows.

I’m a desperate sonofabitch.

I see the look she’s never lost.

She’s leavin’ the first chance she gets.

Her hands crawl up the tile as she cries out, her pussy trembling around the base of my cock as I drive it in deep. “Jett,” she moans, driving me insane with how sexy she said it.

I bend my knees deeper and ram her until there’s nothing left for me to give. Our wet bodies are matted to each other as steam wafts around our heads. I kiss her shoulder blades and whisper into her slippery, olive skin, “I love you.”

Her body goes tense in my arms. “Jett…” she rasps.

“No,” I murmur into her ear. “You don’t have to say anything. It’s okay. Just…shhhh.”

She’s panting and I slide out of her and turn her around, water cascading between us.

“Luna, I want you. Only you. But I know what you’ve been through and I know it will take time for you to believe my heart is true. That I’m a good man.”

With a pained look twisting her all up, she whispers, “I’m not a good woman, Jett.”

“The fuck you aren’t.” I grab the back of her head and kiss her deeply. She fights me but finally gives in, slipping her arms around my neck. My cock twitches like it can go another round and she feels it against her.

“We should see if Carmen’s okay,” she whispers against my lips.

I stare at her and see the wall.

The decision’s been made.

She’s dead set on being on her own.

“You’re sayin’ no, aren’t you?”

With tears in her eyes, she nods. “I have to.”

Reaching over, I turn off the faucet.

I didn’t win. I just made myself look like a fool.

I’m not gonna beg. Every time she rejects me, it’s like a scorpion’s sting.

“Right. Let’s go.”

The hospital’s busier than we left it. Luna and I ask for Carmen’s room and get directed to it. Like I’ve got O.C.D. I keep replaying my telling her,
I love you.

I hold the door for her and call in, “Everyone decent?”

“Fuck yeah! Get in here!” Tonk calls back with a smile in his deep voice. “Look what I found.” He holds up his baby girl. Swaddled in a pale pink blanket, she sleeps in his arms. Since he’s like a giant, she looks extra tiny and fragile.

“Your arms are as big as her body,” Luna smiles, staring down at the little thing. She touches the baby’s forehead and then goes to Carmen. “How are you?”

“So happy!” They talk about what’s been happening since we left, but I tune it out.

Tonk glances up like looking at this little girl is the only thing that matters. But then he sees my face. I’m doing my best to look normal, but man-to-man…he sees it. His eyes darken and his eyebrows cock up. Silently I nod, letting him know he’s reading it right. There is no happy ending for me.

Then Carmen says something that’s interesting enough to grab my attention. “Will I see you at the house, Luna? Please!?”

Luna blinks quickly to me and sees me watching. It’s not subtle how quiet the room just got.

So I rescue her, because…I’m not a dick, that’s why. “She’s got some things she wants to do on her own, Carmen. This is goodbye.”

“At least for now,” Luna tells the young girl who looks at her like a hero. “I’ll get Tonk’s phone number and call you all the time. We’ll still be friends, okay?”

Carmen is crushed but she nods before she steals a worried look at me. “I wish you’d stay, Luna. I won’t know anyone.”

“You’ll have me, baby,” Tonk tells her as he walks to the other side of the bed with their daughter. “And you’ll have Celia.”

Carmen reaches for her baby, smiling at her sleeping face. “We named her after my grandmother.”

“It’s a beautiful name, Carmen. I love it,” Luna smiles. She leans in to see the baby and reaches gently to touch her forehead again. “She’s so…” The words trail off and she rises up and turns away.

Tonk exchanges a look with me. Carmen’s too young to know that Luna just got a little jealous.

I could punch that fuckin’ gypsy in the mouth for what she said to her.

And the thought of another man proving it wrong is too much for me stomach.

“Let’s get on the road.”

Tonk stiffens, then pulls out his keys. “You know how to ride?” he asks her.

I’m half-expecting her to turn me down and say she’s not gonna do it. But she nods. “Yup.”

It’s a long pause as he holds the keys over her open, waiting palm.

“Tonk.”

He frowns at me. “Alright. Fuck.” Then drops them.

Luna’s fingers wrap protectively around them and she reassures my fellow Cipher, “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Turning to Carmen, she leans in and gives an awkward hug. “How long before you get to go home?”

“Two days. They need to make sure the cut in my stomach is healing.”

Luna nods. “Have fun on the train ride you guys.” Our arms brush as she passes me and she glances up at the contact like she felt the same shock I did. “Ready?” she whispers.

I clasp arms with Tonk and silently thank him for his sacrifice before I give a wink to his future bride. “Glad this worked out for you guys.”

Carmen watches Luna leave and I can tell she wants to tell me something, so I linger for a second.

On a sweet smile, the new mom whispers, “Don’t give up.”

Her thighs are barely touching mine and she’s holding onto my waist on the ride back to the Inn to get our things, Tonk’s Harley, and take off.

She was fuckin’ wrapped around me on the ride here.

I’m getting the message.

We collect our things in our own rooms and while I have a minute to myself, I walk over to the open front door and shut it. Pulling out my phone I call Scratch.

“’Bout fuckin’ time you checked in,” he grumbles.

“Carmen had a baby girl.”

“Holy shit.” He lets out a long whistle. “How’s Tonk?”

“Lovin’ every second.”

Scratch tells me in his deep vibrato, “Finally gets to have the family he’s always wanted. You coming home now?”

“That’s what I called to tell you. Yeah.” The bed stares back at me with images cutting into my head of Luna and I lying on each other. “Just me and Luna for now. Tonk’s takin’ the train back with the baby – Celia – so we should be pulling in tomorrow at the latest.”

“Luna’s comin’ with ya? Guess all that waitin’ around paid off.”

“She’s not stayin,’ Scratch. Just helpin’ me with Tonk’s ride.”

Scratch is quiet for a second and I hear Led Zeppelin playing in the background, really far away. But I’d know that awesome shit anywhere. “How you feel about that, Jett?”

“I’m a man. I don’t feel.”

He chuckles. “Right. What was I thinkin’?”

Grabbing my toothbrush, sounds of her moaning in the shower haunt my eardrums so I make quick strides to get the hell out of here. “I tried to talk her into stayin.’ No go.”

After more of just the distant record playing, finally Scratch somberly confesses, “I had a woman say no once.”

“Did she change her mind?” I’m not sure if he’s talking about Mona, his current wife.

“Nah, she stuck to it. I’ll never forget her. Laura. Fuck, what a broad she was. Beautiful little tornedo from hell but I sure did love her.”

We hang up with me feelin’ shittier. Walking into dusk I find Luna already at the bikes, ready to go.

“I heard you on the phone.”

I tense like a rattlesnake in danger. “What’d you hear?”

“Nothing,” she quickly says. “Just heard your voice. Muffled. Why? You have something to hide?”

Shit motherfucker sonofabitch. She has to go and test me. I have to be honest with her. The one thing this woman needs more than anything is for me to be trustworthy.

Which is a bitch and a half.

We all tell white lies.

“Nothin’ to hide, Sunshine. I told Scratch what I already told you – that I wanted you to stay. Not fun walking through the rejection all over again.”

Firing up out of nowhere, Luna’s dark eyes flash. “I’m not rejecting you! I just can’t give you what you want!”

“Oh really – we’re gonna do this now? Fine. Let’s fuckin’ go. You could
try,
Sunshine,” I growl, leaning into her face.

She rises up on her toes to meet my anger with equality. “I’ve given you a lot already! I’m here aren’t I?”

“Shit, well, don’t do me any favors, babe.” I turn and toss my shit in the saddlebags.

She rounds my bike so we’re face to face over the back of it. “I didn’t ask you to sit by me in the hospital.”

Laughing under my breath, I shake my head. “No, you didn’t. You couldn’t really do that…since YOU WERE IN A COMA!”

“My point exactly! I didn’t have the time you had to get all worked up with feelings!” Her lips go tight and I swear I’ve never punched a woman but in this split second I have to remind myself of that.

“Sunshine!” I jab my index finger at her. “You’re fuckin’ lyin’ to yourself if you think you don’t care about me. I see it. Hide it all you want, but I see things you don’t even know you’re feelin.’ This fight you’re pickin’ with me right now is just because we’re gonna say goodbye in less than twenty-four hours and this makes you feel better about that. This way you’ll be able to call me an asshole and pretend you’re NOT fallin’ in love with me. Well, I hate to break the fuckin’ news, but YOU ARE.”

Her eyes are wide. She’s speechless. Good. I can’t take this bullshit where someone is that out of touch with themselves. I know she’s feral. I know her family sucked worse than most. Who she spent her years with after she left that whorehouse, probably wasn’t any kind of stable environment. The bullshit gypsy prediction about her ovaries is sign enough.

“You know how to ride?” I growl, handing her the keys.

“No,” she admits through gritted teeth.

“Fuck,” I mutter, glaring at her. “You lied. Great.”

“I told you I’m not a good woman,” she spits at me.

“BAD WOMEN DON’T BUY A VAN FULL OF FUCKIN’ COMFORTERS!”

Luna’s lips part as her eyes go soft.

Do I have to remind her that she doesn’t suck?

I guess so.

“You know what else bad women don’t do, Sunshine?” I lean over my bike and hold her resistant gaze. “They don’t inspire the admiration of the Carmen’s of the world. You see how that girl looks at you? If you were a fuckin’ cunt to her on that train, she wouldn’t be like that. I’m guessing you treated her like a little sister and took her in
here
.” I punch my chest. “And bad women don’t make men like me want to be by their side for FUCKIN’ EVER.” I walk around the bike, grab her by her shoulders so that she’s on her tiptoes. In a lower voice I inform her without even taking a breath, “You come from a fucked-up family. I get it. I do. You think you’re evil because that man was your dad, but your mom got tricked. And she was good. Her blood pumps through your veins, Luna! My mother told me to hold out for a different kind of woman. And by different, she didn’t mean an asshole. She meant one who makes me happy. And I wouldn’t think that was you if I had any belief – any at all – that you were a piece of shit.” I set her down and lift her chin, looking down into her wounded eyes. “The only one who thinks you’re a piece of shit here, is you.”

Sunshine stares at me as I walk to Tonk’s bike and motion for her to join me. “This is how you ride.”