Cocky Secrets (Cocker Brothers #29)

50. Luna

FIFTY

Luna

I tchy. That’s how I feel. I don’t know what’s happening next. I feel like I should take off right after I tell Carmen her baby is beautiful, and of course make sure she sees my face and knows I care.

But then I should go.

Because I don’t want to. And that’s a good enough reason right there.

These people are getting too close to me. I can’t even think about Jett without imagining touching him. When he put his arm around me as we stared at that adorable newborn, I was way too comfortable.

What’s really scaring me is the growing belief I can trust him. That he deserves trust.

The second he appears through the double doors, my heart stops just at the sight of him. His face is serious. “Let’s get some food.”

I’m here with my arms tightly crossed like a shield. He acts like he can’t see I’m itching, but that’s an act. He’s at the electric exit leaving the wake of their whoosh behind him as he heads out.

Didn’t give me a chance to object.

Smart man.

Too smart.

“I should be moving on,” I call after him as I follow.

I told my feet to stay in the waiting room, so I could see Carmen quickly, then hitch a ride somewhere far away. Did they listen? No. My body wants to be with him. My heart says no fucking way am I leaving. You want to kill me?

Jett mounts his bike with sensual ease and glances over as he hits the cushion behind his perfect ass. “Get on.”

“Jett…”

Grey eyes lock on me and narrow with purpose. “I need one more favor from you, Sunshine, then you can go. I’m not gonna stop you. I promise.”

“What’s the favor?”

“Get on.”

Huffing, I grab his shoulders and step onto the footrest to swing my leg over and mount the rumbling beast. As I strap on the helmet, I tell myself I’m just going to lightly hold onto his waist for this ride – and keep my distance – but again my body has other ideas. Before I know it, I’m pressed against his back as tightly as I can be, with my arms wrapped around his mammoth torso, fingers tucked into his unzipped leather jacket, stroking his gorgeous chest and abs. He makes a guttural noise that says he loves this.

I am a glutton for punishment.

Tucking into him I watch eight-foot-tall cactus trees whiz by. At Penny’s Diner on the US 90, he gruffly tells me to wait with the bike. Biting my lips, I watch him stroll inside the silver building they designed with an Airstream trailer in mind.

How am I going to say goodbye to him? What’s the best way?

Just disappear and get it over with.

I can’t do that.

You did it before.

Yeah, but I was focused on saving those women.

It’ll be easier for him if you just leave. Then he can call you a cunt for the rest of his life.

True.

Running my fingers over the gas tank, I glance behind me to the diner and watch the waitress smiling up a storm as Jett hands her some cash. Jesus, does she have to stick her tits out that much?

When you leave, he’ll be fucking anybody he wants…for the rest of his life.

“Shut up!” I mutter aloud, leaning on his beast and crossing my arms. As he strolls into the sunlight, I call over, “Why didn’t we just eat inside?”

“We will.” He throws me a devilishly handsome smile and hands me the bag. “You’re gonna have to feel this up during the ride.”

Chuckling, I shoot back, “Fuck you.”

“You like these abs, don’t you, Sunshine?” He pulls up his shirt and shows them off.

Yes, I do. Damn he is fucking hot.

“Nope, was just trying to figure out if you’d gained some weight, Jett.”

He laughs outright. “Sure you were.”

Back at the Maverick Inn, he walks to his room and unlocks the door. We haven’t said a word since teasing each other back there, but I have been humming all over since he said we were going to eat inside, because he laced that statement with sexual innuendo. If he just meant eggs and orange juice on the table in here, I’ll be disappointed.

Fuck, I really am a selfish bitch.

“What’d you get us?”

“Breakfast.” He sets the Styrofoam boxes out and unwraps plastic silverware. “We’ve been up all night. Tired?”

“Yeah. You?”

He shrugs. “Feelin’ pretty awake, surprisin’ly.”

I had no idea how hungry I was until the bacon touched my tongue. It’s the best invention ever, first of all, but when you’ve spent hours fucking and then more hours waiting for a baby – and all the emotional energy they both use up – food never tasted quite so good.

More than once I catch Jett smiling at my lack of femininity. I scarf the hell out of this food without reservation or shame. He’s no different.

Finally able to speak, I gulp down O.J. and ask, “What’s this favor?”

“We’ll talk about it after this.” He rises up and yanks my chair away from the table.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating.” My pants are unzipped faster than you can say cock and he yanks them down and buries his tongue in my surprised pussy.

“I haven’t bathed, Jett!”

He murmurs into my cunt, “I could give a shit,” and starts licking away. “You taste like us, baby. Ripe and fuckin’ delicious.” I get yanked forward and he’s practically lying on his stomach, one jean-covered leg bent, the other sprawled out. His ass looks phenomenal, and his tongue feels even better. I moan and hold his head, lacing my fingers into his hair, but letting him find the way because he needs no GPS for my body. Every crevice is explored and he groans into my sensitive pussy walls, making me boneless as I moan his name over and over. He growls between tight little flicks on my clit, “Cum on my tongue…I can feel you aching to.”

“I’m so close!”

He switches sides of my clit and teases me until I scream. My thighs grip his head in a vice I can’t stop. “Oh God!” I cry out, trembling.

Whimpering, I’m lifted off the chair and carried to the bed. He slides my shirt off and takes off his clothes, staring at my hooded eyes with white-hot lust in his. Naked and gorgeous he climbs on top of me and I grab his cock and stroke it. He groans and kisses my breasts as I pull on his shaft, rasping, “Jett, fuck me.”

I stop myself from saying, one last time.

He locks his mouth onto mine. He’s right about the taste. It’s salty. It’s dirty. And I love it. All of me reacts as he teases my nipples. He’s rock hard in my hand. He grabs my hand off, yanks my arms over my head and pushes my knees up, positioning himself and pressing in with a long, sure, growling thrust. My back arches as I let out a long moan. He drives into me over and again. Tearing me apart. Devouring me with kisses that cover everything he can reach. “Fuck Sunshine, I want to cum you feel so good.”

“Do it,” I rasp. “It’s safe.”

He chuckles like he thinks I’m crazy, then his beautiful grey eyes lock onto me and harden. He grimaces and I thought he felt good pounding my cunt like this. But it gets so much better when he cums, swelling and working harder like he has no more control.

My jaw clenches.

His balls punch my ass cheeks harder and harder as he loses his fucking mind.

“HOLY SHIT!” he shouts.

He pulls my body off the bed as he holds inside of me, spilling his heat inside of me. I can’t stop begging for it to never stop.

“Jett, I…” Closing my eyes I shut up. I can’t believe I almost said, I love you. I’ve only ever said it to my mother and that was a long time ago.

Stunned by my own feelings, I stay quiet as he falls on top of me and kisses me hard, pumping every last juicy bit inside my bruised pussy. We hold each other as he gasps for air and rises up to look at me. “Ride with me to South Vacherie. Tonk needs someone to get his bike back home.”

He gives me no time to react before he buries his handsome face in my neck and sucks on me, leaving behind a cherry red mark that will serve as a reminder of him when I am gone.

I’m kidding myself if I think it won’t hurt like a motherfucker leaving him behind. I’m in deep now. He’s marked more than my skin, he’s branded my heart with the name Jett Cocker.