Cocky Secrets (Cocker Brothers #29)

98. Luke

NINETY-EIGHT

Luke

T wo hours and five more grease stains on my clothes later, I look up from the ground with parts scattered around me, to see Sofia Sol walking into the garage carrying a platter of food about to spill over. Can’t take my eyes off the woman she’s become, and I know it.

The sharpness in her grey eyes says there’s a reason for this visit. I love it when they look like they could cut glass like that. She’s a force. Never met anyone like her and we’ve traveled all of America. I don’t like that her folks try to reel her in, curb her temper. I think she’s perfect just as she is.

“I brought you dinner.” She jogs her chin to the platter, a fork and knife tucked underneath it in her hand. “Didn’t want to insult how filthy you are by bringing a useless napkin,” she smirks with appreciation, knowing I like to get dirty.

Just like she does.

Just like Atlas does, too.

This all sucks.

“I’ve gotta get out of here,” I mutter to myself, even as I extend my arm and take the food.

She teases, “Guess neither of us likes people being nice to us,” hip jutted out as she wipes sauce on her jeans.

“What’s the occasion?”

On an inhale her chest expands, cleavage killing me. “Celia told me you were the only one they brought in for questioning alone. Said you gave the cops a hard time and they dished it back.”

Adjusting my body so I can rest the platter on my knee down here, I mumble, “Yeah, that’s what happened, so?”

“And yet here you are helping Tonk Jr. relate to his dad, since you know they don’t.”

We lock eyes. She crosses her arms. I’m level with her hips, round as a cherry I wish I could pick.

“Luke!”

“What?” I dig into my food.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“You were staring at my crotch.”

An involuntary smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. “Well, then you can probably guess what I was thinking about.”

Can’t believe I just fucking said that. Shifting my attention to this food just might make her go away. But instead she pulls up a metal stool, sits, and hooks one boot around it to stay balanced.

With my fingers I pick up the strip steak, start gnawing. “Where’s my brother?”

“You tell me.”

I chew for a few seconds and shrug with my mouth full. “You’re more interested than I am.”

“Really, Luke? Because I’m not the one asking about him. You are.”

“You gonna just watch me eat?”

Grey eyes narrow. “Never bothered you before.”

To change the subject, since she has a point, I grab a forkful of cold mashed potatoes, “I saw your mom being nice to you,” before I ram it in my throat so I can stop saying stupid shit.

Sofia swings her leg. “We had a good talk while you guys were gone.”

As I eat my expression says, oh yeah ?

She takes a deep breath, “Yeah. It wasn’t easy. Can’t remember the last time she and I had a heart-to-heart. She’s always trying to wrangle me in.” I nod, and keep chowing as she continues, “But she told me this story about when we were kids, and it explained why Celia and I sleep with me facing this way, and her that way.” She throws her thumbs in opposite directions.

Wiping my lips with my forearm I ask, “Always wondered about that. Why do you do it?”

A sexy-as-hell smile plays on her lips. Against my will, my cock twitches. It starts pushing against my zipper as she and I stare at each other. She leans down a little, giving me a deeper appreciation of her cleavage. “I’m not tellin’ you. That’s a secret for me and my mom to keep to ourselves.”

When a man wants someone, the blood leaves his brain and all reason is lost. I want Sofia so badly I can taste her more strongly than this damn food.

“Understood,” I mutter.

“Oh and one other thing…I see the tent you’re popping, Luke .” She rolled my name off her tongue like she was sucking on it.

I put the platter down, adjusting myself. “With tits like those, you can’t blame a man for losing touch with what he really wants.”

“And what’s that?”

“To be left alone.”

Sofia sits up, grey eyes darkening. Dismounting the stool like it’s a horse, her boots hit the ground. Holding my eyes, she sticks her ass out and rests her elbows on the seat, bent over. “You want to be left alone huh?” she smirks, swaying her ass back and forth.

I keep my voice gruff, no emotion, matter-of-fact, as I set the platter down and scrape my boot’s heel on the ground, bringing my knee closer so I can rest my arm on it. “What I want isn’t possible. I’m thinking of fucking you, Sofia Sol, right there in that position.” Her lips part in surprise, and since I’ve gone this far I continue, “Taking your jeans halfway down your thighs and sliding all of me into you as I listen to sounds I’ve never heard you make, no matter how well I think I know you.” We stare at each other. Neither of us can believe I just said that to her after all these years. I stand up, bending to pick the platter up off the ground. “I want to hear you moan. I want to be the one who causes it, and it’s all I can think about.”

She’s speechless.

I’m not.

I hand her the plate, her fingers wrapping around it as she stares at me with eyes wide. “Only problem is, I’ve wanted to do that to you, with you , for years, but I never thought it was possible with the rules being what they are, until you fucked my brother. Because you did that, not only am I thinking these things still, but it’s fucking torture because I can never do anything about it.”

“Luke…”

“Celia’s your best friend, right? Atlas is mine. And you’re coming between us. We’ll never talk about this again, understand?”

Dazed, she nods, turns, and walks out of the garage, giving me the solitude I asked for.

As soon as she’s gone…

I want her back.