Cocky Secrets (Cocker Brothers #29)

48. Luna

FORTY-EIGHT

Luna

J ett stares at me from under those blonde eyebrows. He’s barefoot and shirtless, wearing only his jeans and as he lays his right hand on the door’s frame, it’s like he’s bracing himself. The spidery tattoo on his chest that he and his brothers share flexes with tension.

“Sunshine, I need to get some sleep.”

“I know…I just…” Glancing to the mat outside his room, I try to catch my breath. This is so scary for me, to reach out like this. “I don’t want to sleep without you when you’re right on the other side of the wall, Jett.”

He exhales as his fingers grip the doorframe harder. “Luna, if you sleep in this room, we’re gonna be fuckin’ and I don’t know if either of us can handle that. Unless you’ve changed your mind.” He searches me to find out how I feel about that, and his eyes glaze over as he sees my stance hasn’t changed.

“Can’t we just be together now? Can’t we just pretend there is no later? No future? And just be with each other?”

He frowns and releases the door, standing straight and crossing hulkish arms over his bare chest. His jeans are hanging a little, the belt not tight, and I can see the tops of the letters betraying the tat hidden below. Of course I remember what else is there, and I realize in this instant that I’m being a selfish bitch right now.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, ashamed. “I guess I’m a cunt, huh? You offered me something amazing and I can’t accept it. And here I am asking you for more. Or less. Fuck,” I whisper. “I don’t know, Jett. I just got used to you being there when I wake up. And that’s pretty crazy because I didn’t know you were there when I was…gone…all those months.”

“Maybe you did know,” he rasps. “I talked to you every day. Wished you good morning. Talked about whatever the fuck. Explained in detail how crappy the hospital food was.” He breathes deeply in and out before he adds, “And I asked you every day to stay with me. The first day I gave you permission to check out, but then I changed my mind.”

I turn my head away. “You’re killing me.”

“I know,” he rasps. “I can’t fuckin’ help it.”

“I’ll go.” I head to my room. Jett reaches out and pulls me to him so quickly I gasp from surprise.

With his lips close to mine, he growls, “I’m going to regret this,” and kisses me so hard it nearly bruises my lips. I press my selfish body to his.

We moan into each other’s mouths because the kiss is so good. Lifting me, he slams the door with his foot, carrying me to the bed and not letting go of my mouth with the frenzied need of not being able to do this for months.

He yanks down my jeans, swearing at them when they fight back. Jett grabs me around my thighs, lifts me up and tugs the fuckers off, untying my boots and ripping my socks off. I moan as he flips me around and bends me over the bed. My panties tear under his impatience, him swearing the whole time. I tug off my shirt and my breasts fall freely because I took off my bra in my room earlier to help me breathe and calm down.

I hear him groan behind me, so I look over my shoulder and lock eyes with him. “Thank you.”

A wicked smirk filled with pain and hunger tugs at the corners of his full lips. “We’ll see about that.” He unzips his jeans slowly, holding my gaze. “I haven’t fucked anyone since I was buried deep in your hot little pussy.”

“Not any of the nurses?” I tease with a naughty smile.

His eyes go hard and he leans down to grab my right nipple, pinching so hard I yelp. “You wanna play?” He begins to massage my breast. His snake is pressed into my ass cheeks and I moan at the promise of what is to come.

Jett buries his face in my neck. “Your fuckin’ tits are a gift from God, Sunshine. You like my fingers on ‘em?”

I moan, “Yessss.”

His breathing grows rapid as he reaches down between my legs with his free hand, pulling me tight against his naked body. “Let’s see if you’re wet.”

“If?” I croak, struck silent as his fingers slip into my swollen folds.

He touches my opening and moans right into my ear.

The heat of his breath is so yummy that my lips part wishing his tongue was sliding between them.

“Fuck, baby, you’re sopping. You want me that bad, huh? But just for sex, you little slut.”

“Jett!” I cry out and he bites my neck, making me moan and bend under the pressure. “That’s not nice.”

“Are you nice?” he chuckles and snaps my nipple between his fingers right before he grabs my hair, pulling my head up to the ceiling. I writhe under the skill of his angry fingers as he teases my clit and growls in my ear, “I’m about to make you forget other men exist.”

As he shoves his index and middle finger into my hole, I moan, “Cocky bastard…” He’s stroking me as he massages my neck with his teeth, gnawing on me in the beat of those fingers. My back is arched. The ceiling is above me, and it’s all I can see.

He’s got complete mastery of my body and I fight the climax, angry at him for owning me like this.

Because I know he’s right.

I will never have another man inside my body and not think of Jett Cocker.

“Oh God,” I whisper as the burning tingles turn to flames.

“That’s it. Cum for me, baby,” he moans in my ear, panting in time with me.

“No,” I whisper, struggling against giving in.

“Let me in, baby. Let all that pain go.”

I cry out as he starts lightly flicking my clit with his thumb while his fingers penetrate me in swift sure pumps. Dynamite explodes in my veins and I scream, “I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

Jett ignores me and pulls my head back to kiss me hard. My tongue reaches for his first, desperate to taste him. I’m cumming all over his hand. Bucking under the pleasure. Letting go of the fight. I bite his lip as he pulls back to look at me. He smirks and growls, “Little bitch. I still can’t believe you stole my credit card.”

“I’d do it again,” I shoot back with a smirk of my own.

He laughs loudly and then shoves my torso down, lifting my ass and snarling, “Fucking look at this thing here. Sweet holy fuck, look at your ass!”

He gives it a slap and rubs his cock’s blunt tip against my wet pussy. I moan hard and rasp, “Oh God, you feel so good.”

He dives in, filling my starving pussy with a meal. We moan together and he rakes short fingernails down my spine, smacking my ass cheeks again as he begins to stroke himself inside me.

I am trembling at his size. This is pleasure mixed with pain. It’s been months. But do I mind? Fuck no. It feels way better than it hurts.

“I’m gonna fill you to the rim, baby.”

For some reason he stops abruptly.

“What’s wrong?” Flinging my hair back, I look over my shoulder to see why he stopped.

Frowning really hard, he pulls out of me and flips me around, his naked body climbing onto mine, cock dripping along the way. “Luna, I’m not gettin’ you pregnant against your will. I know I didn’t use protection back in the motel, but things are different after that mansion, and what we saw. I’m not one of those fuckin’ animals.”

Pain twists my chest into pieces and I shake my head. “I know you’re not!”

“If you got pregnant, Luna, there’d be no getting rid of me. Understand? I’d never be some deadbeat dad, and I’ve got no fuckin’ condoms with me. I almost bought some but knew it would be too tempting to break your door down if I did.”

“Jett, I don’t think I can get pregnant, it’s okay.”

His frown deepens. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never been, and I had these polyps, and I don’t know…” I whisper, feeling vulnerable suddenly. This kind of talking is way more intimate than hard fucking, that’s for sure. “I heard from this gypsy woman that I’d never conceive.”

He snarls, “What the fuck?” protectively, like he’d beat the woman up if she were here, for saying such a thing to me.

“No, she was a good person. I stayed with her for a while when I was a teenager. She said it one night like she was having a vision. The things you saw as a child closed your womb for good, and for protection. I never told her about any of it! But she knew somehow…so I believed her. I don’t think I can have kids. I’ve come to terms with it. It’s okay.”

Jett stares at me, his features hard, like he doesn’t know what to do with this and doesn’t believe it. “You’re willin’ to chance it?”

He’s going to be a dad someday. It’s so obvious in how loyal he is by nature. With his Ciphers and his family. And how he’s been here for me, a stranger who was mortally wounded and all alone.

“I really don’t think it’s a possibility, Jett. I’m sorry. It’s another reason I’m not a good woman for you to stay with.”

“What if you got pregnant?” He leans down and takes my mouth for a ride. Gasping away from me, he stares into my eyes, “What about then?”

“Jeez, what a kiss!”

“Would you abort it?”

“The miracle baby?” I ask with a sad smile. “No, of course not! But this is a stupid conversation we really don’t need to be thinking about. Never gonna happen.”

A grin spreads his moist lips.

“What?” I demand. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because you said that once before.” He kisses me again and I return it with equal passion, remembering when he followed me out of the diner.

Never gonna happen turned into fucking him in that motel room the same night.

I can’t lie that I wish I could have children. That woman’s words burned loss into my soul and I’ve held onto that prediction.

Jett wants to get me pregnant. Well, if he succeeds, I guess I’ll have to take it as a sign I should be here in his arms. They feel so good, so right, so unforgettable.

He moves us up the bed by lifting and tossing me, then throws my legs over his shoulders and dives that gorgeous cock inside. We moan and he digs into my hips with both hands, manipulating me for our mutual pleasure. Watching my face as he fucks me, he whispers, “Gonna give it my best shot.”

“Jett!” I cry out, covering my face with my hands as the shattering begins, my pussy throbbing and clenching and cumming so hard.

He massages my breasts, bending his huge back so he can lick my nipples, biting and teasing them. He growls into that tender flesh and lets my legs fall, turning me over and lifting me so that I’m on my knees. I slam my hands onto the headboard of wooden logs and grip onto them as he enters me roughly from behind.

Smiling at him over my shoulder I whisper, “My poor little pussy.”

He grins as pleasure attacks his core. I watch him look down and drink in how great my ass looks slamming against his pelvic bone. He slips his thumb into my ass cheeks and touches my anus, holding there and shocking me. I can’t help but moan.

He pounds harder, filling me, ripping me right down the middle. Oh God, he buries himself to the hilt and swells up with a burning explosion I can’t wait to feel. He roars and all the veins in his muscles contract as he shoots his hot semen inside me. I scream as I join him, gritting my teeth as the brilliant fire clenches my walls around him time and again.

“Holy Fuck!” Jett roars, “Sunshine! I’m cumming harder than I ever have, baby.”

Trembling and holding onto the headboard, I whimper his name incoherently. He wraps an arm around my stomach and collapses in a thrusting mess of instinct.

When we calm, the only sound in the room is gasps for air. He pulls me to lie down and buries his face in my breasts, half lying on me with one heavy leg over both of mine. Jett kisses them all over, taking his time. He rises up, teasing my tongue, lacing it with his own. Our lips move so easily together. Everything is smooth.

It’s quiet in my soul right now.

I can think about tomorrow later.

He falls back onto the pillow and exhales loudly, staring at the ceiling. Our hands find each other and entwine. “You wanna go to a wedding?”

I glance over at him. “What? No. I hate weddings.”

He chuckles and throws his other arm behind his head, resting on his hand. His body is glistening. “That’s what I figured.”

I was about to say, who’re the idiots, but I hold my tongue. “Who’s getting married?”

“My brother Jake.”

Oof.

Um…no way.

Meeting the whole Cocker family? All those brothers and his parents, who have got to be still together from what I’ve learned about who Jett is. Even as a biker this guy’s got commitment all over him. I bet he has no idea of that, though.

I release his hand so I can roll over and lie on him. “I’m not the type you bring home to parents.”

He blinks at me like he’s deciding what to say to that. His eyebrows rise up and he mutters, “I’m not the type of guy you bring home to my dad, so we have that in common.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs. “We don’t get along.”

“Is he an asshole?”

“Eh…asshole? Sometimes, yeah. But he’s a hypocrite for sure. That’s his main flaw. My dad’s a congressman.” Jett glances to me for my reaction.

“Wow,” I whisper.

“Yeah. He doesn’t like having a son who fights the system.” Shifting his gaze back up I watch turbulence run through his features. “But he had me come to the rescue of Jake just last year. Because he couldn’t do anything about the situation…he needed me to do my thing. Fuckin’ asshole.”

“What’d you do?”

In brief detail Jett tells me about it. I listen with the returning sense that this guy is too good for me. I don’t deserve him. I know that as much as I know my own name. And it isn’t Sunshine, no matter what he sees.

“I knew he wouldn’t thank me or anything,” Jett finishes, pulling me up for a kiss. “And he didn’t.”

“How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”

Jett thinks about it a second. “Four years.”

“Your brothers, too!?”

“Nah. I see them every few months or so. The longest I didn’t was six months. Our house – not my brothers…the Ciphers’ House – it’s outside New Orleans. Really beautiful and peaceful there. South Vacherie, Louisiana. I hope you get a chance to see it.”

I bite my lips and watch him look at me.

He smiles. “You look so fuckin’ scared sometimes, Sunshine. It’s pretty funny.”

I dryly shoot back, “Oh yeah, it’s hilarious.”

He laughs and adjusts his gorgeous body, bending his knee and pulling me closer. We claim each other’s mouths in a deep kiss that we feel everywhere. It’s long and slow and never picks up speed. His cock fills up and presses against my thigh and I moan into his lips at the welcome feeling.

He smiles when we separate and looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s seen in his whole life.

I’ve never cared what a man thought about my looks, but when Jett gazes at me like this, it’s a little bewitching — I forget anything exists besides us.

He’s locked on me like he’s made for me or something.

“JETT!” Tonk shouts through the door as he bangs on it with his fist. “JETT!!”

We rise up with a start. “YEAH?” he calls back, jumping off the bed. “Somethin’s wrong,” he mutters to me.

“SHE’S IN LABOR, JETT. HOLY FUCK – GET OUT HERE! I’M FUCKIN’ TERRIFIED!”

We rush to put our clothes on and Jett swears at his erection, “Shit, go down!” shoving it into his jeans and belting them up with intense discomfort.

“COMING!” I call out.

“LUNA?!!” Tonk shouts. And in a quieter voice, we hear him say, “Well, I’ll be.”

In no time we’re heading for their room, Tonk just in boxer briefs.

As the three of us storm inside, I quickly take it all in. The room is beautiful – totally deserves the name Deluxe. Poor nineteen-year-old Carmen is on the bed grimacing and holding onto her big belly through the blankets which she’s got pulled modestly over her naked body.

“She told me she didn’t want to fuck and then she fuckin’ climbed on top of me and said she changed her mind!”

“I couldn’t help it,” Carmen cries out. “I love him!”

“What was I supposed to do?” Tonk desperately demands of Jett. “I COULDN’T SAY NO!”

“I know the feelin,’” Jett mutters, pulling out his phone from his jeans. We exchange a look as I hold Carmen’s hand. “Yes,” he says to the person on the other side. “We need an ambulance. A woman’s gone into labor.” He listens for a moment, says, “We’re at the Maverick Inn.” He pauses. “Okay, thanks.” As he hangs it up, he walks to the bed, with Tonk right there, needing the support of the older Cipher.

“You ever seen a woman have a baby, Jett?” he asks.

“Nah. Now’s as good a time as any,” he grins, swatting his buddy on his back. “Probably should put some clothes on.”

Jett turns to face a wall while I help Carmen into a long skirt and cotton blouse she and Tonk bought on the Santa Monica Pier while they were getting to know each other. She didn’t have any clothes and he stepped up and changed that.

When we were spending those few days and nights together in Cedars Sinai Hospital, Jett told me the Ciphers have money. They take it from evil pricks they save people from, and some is donated by people and organizations who want to thank them. Their club isn’t new. He’s third generation. The president is in his eighties. Some men have come and gone, some didn’t like the ‘do-gooder bullshit,’ he explained. There were three factions set across the states, but it was growing in numbers. Ten men called Louisiana home and traveled from there rarely staying long.

And with Carmen giving birth right now, I probably won’t be seeing it after all, since she is the reason I haven’t run away.