Cocky Secrets (Cocker Brothers #29)

31. Luna

THIRTY-ONE

Luna

I don’t know if this rough-looking guy is being a fucking goofball, or if he really knows how hot he is. He’s already proved himself to be a jokester.

He probably knows.

He’s not shy, sheepish, or hesitant.

Every move Grey Eyes makes is strong, confident, and careful.

He’s playing me, hoping I don’t catch on…or mind. I have no idea how I feel, except hot and bothered. Torn, too. I should be checking out the address that girl gave me, but here I am playing games with a biker, telling myself it matters why he and his buddies turned that place upside down.

The only thing that matters is killing him. I’ve waited my whole life for this.

So why am I still here with this guy.

His smirk is casual but potent as Grey Eyes heads to the bathroom to wash the blood from his hands. He walks the way only some guys do, like his dick is so big his legs have to shoot out to the sides to make room for the journey. Fucking hot.

I was totally checking him out when he called me on it.

We both know it.

I am so wet right now I’m afraid it’ll start to show soon. I should probably excuse myself to the bathroom to do something about it, but I have to wait until he gets out here…and if I lock myself in there, I’ll probably end up touching myself to ease this throbbing ache.

I want this guy.

I want his cock.

I want his weight on me.

I want to see if he’s the type who’d throw me around like a rag doll and fuck the shit out of me until I can’t even remember who I am.

“What’s your name?” he calls from where I can’t see him. That deep rasp is killing me. I almost walk over, but catch myself and push harder into the door, right by my hidden 9mm.

“What does it matter?” I call back, low and husky. Shit, I can hear the sex in my voice. If I can, he can.

He laughs under his breath. The sound of faucet water stops abruptly and he reappears, this time completely missing the shirt. Half-naked. Jeez.

What a manipulative fuck this guy is.

A thorny tattoo with a C centered beneath it dances on his chest muscles as they tighten and release many times while he dries his hands with the cheap hand towel. He throws me a devilish grin and pokes at his rib, glancing down before looking up from under blonde eyebrows.

Is his pubic hair blonde, too?

Keep your mind in check, Luna.

“Not broken after all,” he announces, tossing the towel on a light brown dresser with the top drawer opened slightly. I glance to it and see the corners of a Bible.

“You needed your shirt off to check.”

“Yup.”

“Makes total sense.”

He grins, and it grows into a laugh. “Fuck, you’re somethin.’ You really are candy for the eyes.” Like he means it, his drifting, lingering gaze eats me alive, working slowly down my body and leaving a goosebump-wake.

“Stop eye-fucking me without my consent.”

His eyes shoot up to meet mine. I love that I made him lose that smirk.

“ Why were you there tonight,” I demand.

He blinks at me on a long frown. Shoving his hands in the pockets of faded blue jeans, his belt dips down a little. The tips of a tattoo become visible, but I ignore it.

I’m here for a purpose, and finding the meaning behind a hot biker’s tats isn’t it.

His chatty charm is gone now.

I really shut him down. Which is fine. Maybe now I’ll get answers and I can get the hell out of here.

Observing me from a distance, he growls, “I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Then why should I tell you?” he shoots back.

The next exchange is even quicker, each sentence more rapid fire than the last. As this goes on, Grey Eyes walks closer to me.

“Why were you fighting those men?”

“Why were you hiding?”

“Did you follow me?”

“No.”

“Yes, you did.”

“ After, yes. Before, no.”

“Were you looking for someone in particular?”

“Were you?”

“It doesn’t matter what I was doing.”

“If you don’t tell me, why should I tell you?”

“Because I need to know!”

“And I don’t?”

“Did someone hire you?”

“Nope. We work for no master.”

This makes me pause. He takes a step closer. I stiffen and press my back harder against the door. His eyes pierce mine like he can read inside my mind or something. Hell, I don’t think he’s blinked once.

“Neither do I,” I breathe as he leans deeper in. Grey Eyes is so dangerously close to my mouth that I can feel his heat.

“Neither do you what?”

“Have a master.” I could use a good fuck, though. “And I don’t want one, either.”

“Every woman wants a master.”

“Not true,” I whisper, fighting him because I’m stubborn but inwardly knowing he doesn’t mean equality. He means in the sack. And he’s right.

“Deep, deeeeeeep down, she does want a master, Sunshine. She wants him to take charge. Make her pant his name as she quivers underneath him.”

With his eyes all hooded and his naked chest lightly touching the tips of my breasts through my jacket and shirt, Grey Eyes lowers his hand. I follow it, unable not to look. He hovers thick, calloused fingers from riding, just short of my jeans’ zipper and crooks his middle finger as though it were about to be inside me. He’s almost touching me there. I’ve stopped breathing.

With a low, slow rasp, he continues to tease me as we both stare at those fucking fingers of his. “ Every woman wants a real man. One who knows how to touch her…here. And that man, Sunshine, that man she’d call Master.”

His eyes crawl up my body, locking with mine as I press the back of my head into the door, wishing he’d touch me so I could punch him. Or grab the back of his head and eat him alive. Whichever came first.

“Baby,” he murmurs, “…this is a fucked-up situation. I want you. But I’d never take you against your will.” He kisses my nose like he did this morning, but this time real slow. “However…if you gave yourself to me, you’d thank me for it.”

He leans in to kiss me but drops down without doing so, grabs my backpack and flashes away from me, pulling my gun out.

I explode, “What the fuck!?” pushing off the door and coming at him. “Give me that!”

He jumps on the bed and holds it up. “Now what’s this for, huh?”

“You tricked me!”

“Yup.”

I chase him around the bed, totally helpless. I’m not about to tackle him outright. That weapon is fucking loaded.

“GIVE IT BACK!”

He grins. “You sound like my brother Jeremy when I found a love letter from his ex-girlfriend! Now, now, Sunshine, stop trying to grab me. You said it was never gonna happen. Can’t change your mind just because I got ya all wet, baby.”

“FUCK YOU!”

Waving my gun at the ceiling, he laughs loudly then cocks an eyebrow, “Well, if you insist.”

“It wasn’t an offer!”

“Sounded more like an order.”

Growling, I back away and cross my arms. “You really don’t want to get on my bad side.”

His eyes dance and he tucks the gun in the back of his beltline. Throwing his gorgeous arms out wide, his naked, stunning chest is on full display. The hair under his arms is blonde, and that means… Stop it, Luna!!

“I’ll tell ya what, Kitty, you tell me what your name is, and why you were there, and I just might give you back your piece.”

“What’s YOUR name?”

“I already told you, Sunshine. It’s Jett. Jett Cocker. Very fun meeting you. Your turn.”

Wickedly, I smile. “Oh right. You did mention your name. I just forgot, because I don’t give a shit.”

His grin falters, but then expands. “Ooooooweeeeee! You are a fuckin’ spitfire! I love this!”

I dryly announce, “That wasn’t the reaction I was aiming for.”

Jett reaches up and holds onto the popcorn ceiling. He looks massive, a fucking monster of a man. If it weren’t for that smile I would be a little scared, but surprisingly, I’m not.

I am just pissed off and maybe enjoying it.

“What’s your name, Sweetheart?”

“Kitty. Baby. Sweetheart. Sunshine. Any of those work fine, thanks.”

“Alright, SMARTASS, what were you doin’ hidin’ outside that kitchen with a gun in your pretty little hand?”

He pauses, waiting for me to reply.

I say nothing, smirking back at him.

His eyes narrow as he sizes me up. “Because I’m thinkin’ that you aren’t involved in the Human Trafficking thing. You’re not the victim type.”

Unexpected pain punches me in the chest as I see my mother’s face.

Suddenly I can’t breathe.

I turn away so he can’t see that my whole world just came to a complete stop.

The room goes dead quiet.