Cocky Biker: A Stand Alone MC Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 2) (11 page)

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 Peer 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.

Y
ou’d think
no one ever had a kid before, by how Tonk and I are pacing the hospital. This place is so much smaller than the one in Beverly Hills, and it’s driving him insane like he’s not sure they’re up for the job. He keeps asking if she’s gonna be okay, to anyone who walks by. He must’ve asked me a thousand times, clutching my arm each time.

Luna’s the only calm person here, sitting over there on one of the black polyester chairs by the wall, staring off and biting her lips.

She and I keep glancing to each other, both of us wishing she was in there with the girl. She’d asked to be, but the baby was breach, and had to come out with a C-section. They put Carmen out and explained to Luna that cutting her stomach would be far less easy to watch than a normal birth. They don’t allow an audience for that here because too many people faint.

She tried to argue, but it was policy.

Finally a silver-haired male obstetrician pushes open the double doors and heads for us. Tonk jumps and turns midair, rushing over like something out of a fuckin’ cartoon. “She okay?”

He nods, looking tired. He was on call, and Tonk’s been driving him a little crazy. “She is. She’s sleeping. Your baby is healthy.” He pauses with a smile in his eyes. “It’s a girl.”

Tonk’s arm flies back, reaching for me and I stride quickly over to grab his forearm. “A girl,” he whispers, so excited you’d think it really
was
his.

“You can see her in the window. They’re bathing her now.”

“Fuck yeah! Lead me to her!” he cries out, making the doctor smile.

Luna joins us and we all follow the man to where about ten beds lie, empty all but two, on the other side of thick, spotless glass. One tiny crib has a baby in it so small it doesn’t look real.

“What’s wrong with that one?” I ask the doc, nervous about what he’s gonna say.

“Oh, he just came early, that’s all. We’re watching him closely. He’ll be fine.” The doctor excuses himself and we all stare at the crimson creature Tonk is gonna raise, watching in silence as two nurses swaddle her up. We missed the bath.

“I guess they move quickly,” Tonk mutters with disappointment.

“They want to get her warm again,” Luna reassures him, smiling at the infant. “You’re a good person, Tonk, to raise that baby.”

“She’s mine now. Mine and Carmen’s. And that’s all she’s ever gonna know.”

Luna crosses her arms like she’s cold. I put my arm around her and she leans into me. Staring at that little human – who looks like an alien, if anyone asked me – I picture Luna’s face as she told me she can’t get knocked up. She was really confident it was true, but I saw the sadness she hid there.

I tighten my hold on her and kiss the top of her half-shaved head. “Lemme talk to Tonk a minute.”

Her dark eyes drift up and she nods. I plant a quick kiss on her lips that surprises her but she doesn’t back away. “I’ll be in the waiting room, ‘kay?” I nod. As she heads off I swat her butt. She yelps and grins over her shoulder. “Nice steal.”

“Nice ass,” I smirk.

When the sound of her footsteps fades against the closing of the double doors, I exhale. “I need you to do me a favor.”

“You got it,” he says, eyes locked on the baby. “Look at her little face, Jett. Can you believe she was gonna be sold off to some stranger?”

“No, I can’t. It’s foul. Let it go.”

He nods. “Yeah. After today. It’s just too much of a miracle that this has happened to me, man. You know my father…” he glances over and checks himself. “Oh, no you don’t. It was Scratch I told. Well, my dad’s an asshole, Jett. I’m not gonna be like him. I’m gonna show that little girl and her mother that I’m a good man they can trust with their fuckin’ lives. You hear me?” He looks at me like he’s challenging me to dispute this.

“I have no doubt.”

He stares at me for a charged beat then nods, turning back to the window.

“So, this favor…”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, admiring the sleeping child as the nurse tends to the tiny boy lying beside her crib.

“I need you to loan me your bike.”

Tonk’s head jerks back to me. “What?!”

“Look, you’re not gonna wanna leave them in some train, even with Luna. Not because it isn’t safe but because you’ll be fuckin’ miserable. It’ll be the first ride where you want your bike in a ditch, so you can be with your women.”

At hearing me use the plural, he huffs, waiting. “Okay…go on.”

“Luna and I will ride the bikes back to South Vacherie.”

A deep frown shoots into his forehead and he’s about to object when he turns to look at the baby girl again. “Fuck,” he mutters.

“If she drops it, I’ll have it repaired. I need more time with her.”

Side-eyeballing me, he grumbles, “Jesus, Jett, those months watching her breathe on a fuckin’ machine really got to you, didn’t they?”

“She got to me before that. Just like that Mexican flower had you wrapped around her finger the second she clung to you in that fuckin’ dungeon. I saw it on your face. Didn’t surprise me at all you claimed her.”

“Well, it surprised me.”

We both face the window. After a while, I confess, “You’re younger than me. I’ve been around. Had my fill. I know myself.”

“You’ve never fucked a girl longer than a week, Jett. Not that I’ve seen.”

“Have any of us?”

“It’s my bike, man. My fuckin’ baby.”

“That’s your baby, too.” I knock his shoulder with mine. “Tonk, she’s gonna leave me again. I can feel it.” He meets my eyes. “This one’s it, man. She’s
it
for me. I can’t let her go.”

I watch his profile as he mulls it over. “I never thought I’d say this, but okay. Take the bike.”

Now how am I gonna talk Luna into it…

Just gotta keep her with me a little longer.

She’s gonna fall for me.

I have to believe that.

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 work 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.