Cocky Secrets (Cocker Brothers #29)

164. Celia

ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-FOUR

Celia

P ulling him up the stairs I ignore Diesel’s questions about where we’re going, and tug his hand toward the shared bathroom where we shower. From downstairs Ciphers’ voices drift where in the kitchen people are helping clean up so that Melodi can enjoy a second cognac and all the gratitude we can give her.

Inside I lock the door and rest my back against it, hiking my dress a little. His sapphires darken with lust as he smirks, “Oh you dirty woman.”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you in here,” I whisper, eyelashes growing heavy as denied arousal takes hold. I’d been waiting for this.

My fiancé jogs his chin. “Touch yourself for me.”

My tummy clenches as I slip my greedy hand into the silk panties that I just bought.

He catches a glimpse of them and growls, “Oh shit, red? ” Stepping closer he kneels down to watch as my fingers play with my pussy, sliding into the folds, my curly hairs damp. I was so turned on by the proposal, and how everyone has accepted us, that I couldn’t wait anymore.

“I’ve been throbbing for thirty minutes,” I confess on a breath.

He kisses my thigh, eyes locked on my panties and what’s happening underneath. “I’ve been hiding my hard-on, too.”

“I know. I saw it when you got up to join me here. It made me ache.”

He pulls the flimsy fabric out of the way and groans, pushing my finger aside so he can lick me. Sighing I bend and spread my legs a little. He lifts my thigh and lays it on his shoulder as his forefinger penetrates me, his tongue lapping at my swollen clit. The heat increases as he works me, and I bite back a moan just in case someone’s nearby. Tingles begin to spread deeper inside me, keeping time with his thrusting digit. The hot air from his jagged breathing is icing on the fuck-me-now cake.

Rocking against his mouth, I dip to impale myself even more, and close my eyes as the burn grows more insistent. Diesel nibbles my clit with his teeth, gently, just barely touching it so that I moan and allow the world to disappear. He slips a second finger in, long and slow strokes undoing the rest of my inhibitions. I fist his hair, move his head to increase my pleasure. He groans into my pussy, laps at it, finger fucking me to oblivion until I shudder down there and clamp tightly in hot little bursts.

Satisfied he’s tortured me enough, Diesel locks his sapphires onto me, crushes a salty kiss onto my lips and unlocks my jaw in a raw kiss of primal desire as we unzip his pants. He wore all black tonight, and his button-up is giving me trouble, so I leave it half undone and slide my arms around him. “Fuck me.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m begging you to fuck me. I need your cock. I need to feel you.”

He grunts and nibbles my bottom lip as he enters me in one long, slow, thrust. We close our eyes as I yield to his size, and then we start to move. He pulls us off the door, lifts me, hooks my legs around his hips, pumping as he walks to the counter and sets me on it. Breaking free of the kiss he confesses, “I wanted to do this that first night after you kicked my ass. Remember when you walked in on me naked?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I stroked myself in the shower, thinking of you.”

“I did, too.”

His eyebrows raise. “Yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

He starts to ram me, long thrusts that fill me to the hilt each and every time. I bite back moans that vibrate my core, and throw my head back while he holds my shoulder blades. His lips trail across my collar bone, bury themselves in my neck and he nibbles away as his cock keeps a thick pulse bursting in me. The pleasure is too much to contain and I whimper in my effort to be silent. Diesel locks eyes with me, sapphires shimmering. “You want me to pull out?”

“No!”

“You sure?”

“We’re engaged.”

A sexy grin flashes. “My mom saw grandchildren in our future.”

“She did?”

“Yeah, but they’re little assholes who are going to make our lives hell.”

Laughing because I know he’s kidding, I open my mouth for a kiss. He dives down and ravishes me, groaning in my lips as his cock fills with the promise of our future family. We grimace as the heat explodes in us at the same time, his body jerking unabashedly. Mine tightening around his length. I’ve never let this happen before with anyone.

“You’re mine, Celia,” he growls, “I just claimed you as my wife.. We don’t need an audience for me to vow to you that I will always be yours. Forever.” He locks eyes with me. “You trust me?”

Kissing him I smile, “I trust you.”

It wasn’t this night that brought our first child, Jack, into the world. Sofia ended up giving the Ciphers our first grandchild. But we gave our club of crazy vigilantes the second one, knowing that Jack was born into the world already having a friend in little Kenzie, plus two parents who would teach him how to be a good man. Not to mention a whole family to teach him to laugh at himself, and how to save the world. What better way to start a brand new adventure, this wild ride called life…

The End.