Cocky Secrets (Cocker Brothers #29)

77. Meg

SEVENTY-SEVEN

Meg

H ave you ever had one of those moments when you knew your life was never going to be the same? I’m watching this naked, exotic man stroll toward me with hair longer than mine and silver shining from his nipples, his pecs pulsing as he shakes out his shoulders. Don’t even get me started on that trunk swinging between his legs. I might have just lost my job and yet somehow I don’t seem to care.

My body is humming with pleasure. I feel like someone gave me the key to a cage I didn’t know I was trapped in. The air tastes different. My sight is clearer. Everything is now in hyper-focus. Especially him.

He climbs onto the bed, scoops me up and lays me on top of him, pulling the blanket over us so that it keeps my backside warm. I trace his face with my fingertips, memorizing it.

“Where’d you get your name from?”

His black irises don’t leave my gaze as he thinks about it. “We all have names in the club. I’m with The Ciphers.” He waits for me to nod, like I understand he’s a biker, then he continues, “My birth name was Antonio, but none of us go by those. At first I was Wolf, but then that video went viral.”

“A video about your club?”

“No, the one called, The Crazy Nastyass Honey Badger. It’s pretty funny,” he crookedly smiles. I give him a quick kiss and his smile grows before he explains, “There’s this spot at around two-minutes, thirty seconds where the honey badger takes on a king cobra, and the narrator says, Honey Badger don’t care. Honey Badger smacks the shit out of it! And that was it. Everyone changed my name.”

“Because you’re ruthless,” I whisper, tracing his lips. He shivers and bites my finger.

“Yep. Those guys know I’m in it to win it, no matter the danger of the mission.”

Worry wafts uninvited into my brain and I don’t want to know more. What if he does horrible things? What if I just gave myself to a criminal…

I can’t ask him.

I don’t want to be rude.

“Do you hurt people?”

Oops. I can’t help but wince at my lack of conviction.

He reaches for my hand and kisses my palm before saying, in a voice so very low and deep, “Only the people who deserve it.”

“Who deserves it?” I lay my head on his chest. “Or do I even want to know? I’m scared to ask!”

His lungs shake under my cheek as he chuckles. He flips me over and lays on top of me, smoothing my hair from my face so he can see my eyes. “We save people. The Ciphers fight battles for those who can’t. It’s dirty and ugly, but we’re on the right side of the war.”

I gaze up at him with relief softening my features. “Like Robin Hoods?”

“Yeah,” he grunts, parting my legs with his knees, his erection pressing into my thigh and gaining in size by the second. “Like him and his crew. Only we’re taking away misery and pain, and giving people a fresh start.” He glances to the side and mutters, “Huh, that sounds pretty eloquent. Gotta tell Jett about it.” He slips a finger inside me and locks hooded eyes with mine. “I love your moans. Keep that shit up.”

I laugh and almost tease him about going from eloquent to barbaric but his cock stole my voice. He feels so good inside me. Filling me in a way I didn’t know I needed. My clit pulses with hunger, loving the way he moves. My legs hook around his hips and I grab his shoulders. He winces and I see the claw marks. “Did I do that?”

He chuckles and answers me with a kiss, moving into a rhythm that makes my brain mushy. Pinning my arms, he rises up and relishes my reactions, which are anything but quiet.

He grabs me up and sits me on his lap while still fucking me. His thighs are insanely powerful, pushing us both off the bed as he hammers lightening bolts of pleasure into my core.

I whimper and I lace my fingers into his long hair, kissing him, and we pant into each other’s lips in between kisses. His hands feel so good on my body. How they’re exploring me like he can’t get enough. The masculine scent of him is driving me insane! When he groans, my tummy clenches and warmth pools out everywhere. He flips us over and drives into me, desperately kissing me as he thickens near orgasm.

He stops moving, searches my eyes and winces. “I forgot the condom.” Rapidly, before fear has a chance to set hold, he rasps, “I haven’t been with anyone in five years. I’ve been tested. I’m good. You’re safe.”

My chest twists and I grab his face, kissing him. “Stay inside me. I want to feel you cumming inside me.”

He blinks at me, struggling. “Meg…”

“What?”

“If you get pregnant, I’m throwing you over my shoulder and raising that kid by your side. Even if you don’t want me there. My buddy Jett just had a little girl and I want a kid so bad it hurts. I won’t force you to be with me. I’d never do that. But I will force you to let me be a part of my kid’s life.”

I’m staring at him, stunned even more than when he told me he’d searched for me. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”

We’re frozen on the bed, with him still inside me and still quite hard. Not all the way stiff, his trunk is getting a little confused at the moment.

“No, I’m not. If it happens you’ve gotta know what kind of a man I’ll be.”

“You’re not going to force me to be with you?” I ask in a leading way, hoping he understands how crazy that sounds. One, he’s inside my body so clearly I’m attracted to him. And there is no need for a two.

“I’m not some crazy motherfucking stalker. I won’t make you do anything. BUT, if this…” he starts rocking in and out of me, regaining his erection by the millisecond. His voice is deeper as he grunts, “…creates a little baby then I want to be around. I want to raise it. I have a whole family who will help.”

He just melted me.

A family who could help?

He means his motorcycle club.

It’s an unconventional family but it’s better than the one I have…which is none. My parents are off traveling the world doing Missionary work. They left when I finished high school and put the house in my name. But since I’m an only child, that leaves me with a lot of holidays spent at friend’s homes. Where they have families, or special someones, or children. Or all three.

I lace my fingers into his hair and kiss him. “I don’t know you. But I want to get to know you. And if you would promise such a thing, then why don’t you stop talking and get on with it?”

His dark eyes glitter with excitement. “You want a kid?”

“I want lots of kids.”

Honey Badger wraps me in his arms and starts moving like I just put fuel in his empty tank. Our kisses are intense, both of us letting the moment take away all logic, all reason, all fear.

I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I can’t wait to find out. If this man is anything, it’s exciting.