Cocky Biker: A Stand Alone MC Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

me on a long frown. Shoving his hands in the pockets of faded blue jeans, his belt dips down a little. The tips of a tattoo become visible, but I ignore it.
    I’m here for a purpose, and finding the meaning behind a hot biker’s tats isn’t it.
    His chatty charm is gone now.
    I really shut him down. Which is fine. Maybe now I’ll get answers and I can get the hell out of here.
    Observing me from a distance, he growls, “I was gonna ask you the same thing.”
    “I’m not telling you.”
    “Then why should I tell you?” he shoots back.
    The next exchange is even quicker, each sentence more rapid fire than the last. As this goes on, Grey Eyes walks closer to me.
    “Why were you fighting those men?”
    “Why were you hiding?”
    “Did you follow me?”
    “No.”
    “Yes, you did.”
    “ After, yes. Before, no.”
    “Were you looking for someone in particular?”
    “Were you?”
    “It doesn’t matter what I was doing.”
    “If you don’t tell me, why should I tell you?”
    “Because I need to know!”
    “And I don’t?”
    “Did someone hire you?”
    “Nope. We work for no master.”
    This makes me pause. He takes a step closer. I stiffen and press my back harder against the door. His eyes pierce mine like he can read inside my mind or something. Hell, I don’t think he’s blinked once.
    “Neither do I,” I breathe as he leans deeper in. Grey Eyes is so dangerously close to my mouth that I can feel his heat.
    “Neither do you what?”
    “Have a master.” I could use a good fuck, though. “And I don’t want one, either.”
    “Every woman wants a master.”
    “Not true,” I whisper, fighting him because I’m stubborn but inwardly knowing he doesn’t mean equality. He means in the sack. And he’s right.
    “Deep, deeeeeeep down, she does want a master, Sunshine. She wants him to take charge. Make her pant his name as she quivers underneath him.”
    With his eyes all hooded and his naked chest lightly touching the tips of my breasts through my jacket and shirt, Grey Eyes lowers his hand. I follow it, unable not to look. He hovers thick, calloused fingers from riding, just short of my jeans’ zipper and crooks his middle finger as though it were about to be inside me. He’s almost touching me there. I’ve stopped breathing.
    With a low, slow rasp, he continues to tease me as we both stare at those fucking fingers of his. “ Every woman wants a real man. One who knows how to touch her…here. And that man, Sunshine, that man she’d call Master.”
    His eyes crawl up my body, locking with mine as I press the back of my head into the door, wishing he’d touch me so I could punch him. Or grab the back of his head and eat him alive. Whichever came first.
    “Baby,” he murmurs, “…this is a fucked-up situation. I want you. But I’d never take you against your will.” He kisses my nose like he did this morning, but this time real slow. “However…if you gave yourself to me, you’d thank me for it.”
    He leans in to kiss me but drops down without doing so, grabs my backpack and flashes away from me, pulling my gun out.
    I explode, “What the fuck!?” pushing off the door and coming at him. “Give me that!”
    He jumps on the bed and holds it up. “Now what’s this for, huh?”
    “You tricked me!”
    “Yup.”
    I chase him around the bed, totally helpless. I’m not about to tackle him outright. That weapon is fucking loaded.
    “GIVE IT BACK!”
    He grins. “You sound like my brother Jeremy when I found a love letter from his ex-girlfriend! Now, now, Sunshine, stop trying to grab me. You said it was never gonna happen. Can’t change your mind just because I got ya all wet, baby.”
    “FUCK YOU!”
    Waving my gun at the ceiling, he laughs loudly then cocks an eyebrow, “Well, if you insist.”
    “It wasn’t an offer!”
    “Sounded more like an order.”
    Growling, I back away and cross my arms. “You really don’t want to get on my bad side.”
    His eyes dance and he tucks