Cocky Secrets (Cocker Brothers #29)

30. Jett

THIRTY

Jett

T his is the biggest rush. She’s riding the back of my baby like she was born to do it. Her huge tits, pressed into my jacket, are driving me insane. My rod is hard, twitching with lust to explore, who is she?

What the hell was she doing there?

Is she one of the women we’re supposed to save?

That gun didn’t look like a victim to me.

As she clutches onto me her fingers start to search my muscles. She’s checking me out, enjoying them, but doing it really slowly like I might not notice. Oh, I notice. As the hand she’s got on my abs moves down a little, my cock aches painfully against my zipper.

I’m biting my lip hard.

I want to fuck this chick so badly I can taste her cunt from here.

When I ride up, The Ciphers are clearing out their rooms, exactly as I expected.

The nameless enigma climbs off my bike and I throw my legs over and adjust my crotch right in front of her.

Gorgeous, deep brown eyes dart to my aching bulge, and I nod and mutter, “No fuckin’ hidin’ this, and I ain’t apologizin’ for it. But you’re safe with me. So come on.”

“Where?” she demands as she jogs up.

Under my breath so no witnesses hear me, I inform the gorgeous kitty, “Another motel.”

She stops walking. I flip around, not about to take my luxurious time. We have to get out of here. NOW. But she cuts me off before I have a chance to say anything. “What were you doing over there?!”

“I wanna ask you the same thing, Sunshine. Come on. We’ll talk later.”

I expect an argument, but she follows me. I have a feeling she’s used to running, too. She gets that time is of the essence when the police are on your tail.

In my room, I grab the shit I left behind before I go for her arm and speed us both out of here.

“You don’t have to drag me!”

Tonk appears outside his room. The others are already climbing back on their bikes.

Scratch throws me his extra helmet and I hand it to her.

“Tell her she’s safe.”

Honey Badger mutters, “I don’t lie to people.”

Chuckling, I say, “Fuck you. Thanks a lot.”

He locks eyes with the cat and says with complete sobriety, “You’re safer with us than with anyone you ever met.”

Prideful I glance to her. She locks eyes with each of the Ciphers.

They nod. Nothing big. Just one somber motion each, of agreement, one after the other.

“Fine,” she huffs.

I throw my leg over my Harley and wait for her to mount it. As sensually as if she were climbing onto my cock, she gets on, then tugs her helmet strap into place before she wraps those soft, feminine arms around my body again just in time for us to explode out of the parking lot.

This is why we pay cash, and why we stay in motels. Hotels want a credit card and with what we do, we can’t leave tracks.

Further into the valley is safe. It’s the forgotten land. All the signs are in Spanish. Residential streets are kept nice by the occupants, alone. The businesses are the opposite. They’re rundown, graffiti-covered, bar-protected pieces of crap. No corporate or government money comes to take care of the place or the people. They got here, they crossed the border, now they have to fend for themselves.

And I get it.

But when you see it in person, it’s a shitty sight.

The dive we pull into makes the place we just left look like luxury. But we all know the truth. No one will bother us here. And the cops wouldn’t look for white guys in ‘Little Mexico.’

The parking lot is in the back. Perfect. Only one car in it and it probably belongs to the jerk behind the counter. I don’t even have to meet him to know what he’s like. They’re all the same in places like this. It’s a rare exception when you find one not watching an old television set, no smile on their faces for years.

Scratch orders Tonk, “Go get the rooms. You’re the least bloody.”

“Pussy,” Honey Badger calls after our youngest and tallest member.

Tonk throws up a middle finger.

“At least his sense of humor is improving,” Fuse says under his breath.

The cat shuffles her feet while we’re waiting. We all act like it’s totally normal for her to be here. No one looks at her. It’s like she’s invisible, just like you’d do with a feral cat you hope to gain the trust of. We don’t want to scare her off until we get answers.

We all asked the same question — why was she there, and with a gun — as we took off in the direction she went, after I spotted her and told them.

Tonk returns and plants a key in each of our waiting palms. He hands me a fresh blanket that’s folded and smells of detergent. “For the lady.”

With wariness, Scratch mumbles, “Check the mattresses.”

Crossing her arms over those sweet tits, the cat growls, “For the lady? I’m not staying the night!”

I smirk at her. “He meant me.”

Her face dissolves into confusion at the joke. On a low chuckle I turn my back on her to share a look with Scratch. The crinkles of time deepen around his eyes and, without saying anything aloud, he lets me know this battle will be uphill.

I’ve gotta admit, if I can talk her into dirtying up this blanket, I wouldn’t mind that one bit.

“Why do we have to check the mattresses?” she asks, as she follows me.

As I unlock the grimy door, I answer, “Bed bugs.”

Her lips tighten on a grimace, but it doesn’t mar that stunning face. She’s exotic. A firecracker. And I wanna feel her from the inside.

From the room to my right, Fuse pokes his head out, the first to report his findings. “All clean…ish.”

“Well, that’s a fuckin’ miracle,” Honey Badger says, ambling into his room on the other side of Fuse’s.

We all confirm the same, then like a bad drum solo, the doors close.

Now it’s just me and the kitty.

I lay the blanket on top of the bed and pat it. “Take a load off.”

“I’m fine by the door.”

Peeling my jacket from my body, I wince a little at the pain in my ribs. That big fucker got a couple in. Just bruises. I check around with my fingers to make sure nothing’s broken and as I do the room crackles with sexual chemistry. My veins are racing having her alone in here with just me.

It’s all I can do to bide my time so she learns to trust me.

What I want is to lift those sweet thighs up and give that feral cunt a nice, long taste.

As I look up to find her full lips parted and slightly moist, my cock twitches. She was carefully watching me inspect my ribcage through this shirt, and she must have fucking licked her lips in the process, which is hot. Very hot. She wants me as badly as I want her. I can feel it, electric in the air.

But I need to be real careful.

She already taught me she’s a runner.

I want her to fill me in on who she is before I show her who I can be for her…the greatest fuck of her life.

I consider what I should say next, and opt for trying to amuse her. “You like that?”

She stares for a second like she didn’t know I spoke. “Umm…what?”

“Me feelin’ my chest like this.” I pull up my shirt a little to expose my abs, and feel around, glancing from my naked muscles to her. “You like that?”

Her jaw ticks. “Nope. I was only watching because your knuckles are bloody, that’s all.”

“Nah. You were lookin’ at these.” I flex, cocking an eyebrow at her.

She shakes her head like she thinks I’m an asshole.

But I could swear I saw the hint of a smile in her beautiful eyes.

Leaning against the door with a thud, she announces, “Don’t fool yourself. I wasn’t.”

My gaze instinctively drops to her bouncing breasts. She’s got a light jacket on. A black one that matches her hair and makes her eyes and teeth look super white.

The backpack is on the floor.

I’m assuming that’s where she put the gun.