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

the gun in the back of his beltline. Throwing his gorgeous arms out wide, his naked, stunning chest is on full display. The hair under his arms is blonde, and that means… Stop it, Luna!!
    “I’ll tell ya what, Kitty, you tell me what your name is, and why you were there, and I just might give you back your piece.”
    “What’s YOUR name?”
    “I already told you, Sunshine. It’s Jett. Jett Cocker. Very fun meeting you. Your turn.”
    Wickedly, I smile. “Oh right. You did mention your name. I just forgot, because I don’t give a shit.”
    His grin falters, but then expands. “Ooooooweeeeee! You are a fuckin’ spitfire! I love this!”
    I dryly announce, “That wasn’t the reaction I was aiming for.”
    Jett reaches up and holds onto the popcorn ceiling. He looks massive, a fucking monster of a man. If it weren’t for that smile I would be a little scared, but surprisingly, I’m not.
    I am just pissed off and maybe enjoying it.
    “What’s your name, Sweetheart?”
    “Kitty. Baby. Sweetheart. Sunshine. Any of those work fine, thanks.”
    “Alright, SMARTASS, what were you doin’ hidin’ outside that kitchen with a gun in your pretty little hand?”
    He pauses, waiting for me to reply.
    I say nothing, smirking back at him.
    His eyes narrow as he sizes me up. “Because I’m thinkin’ that you aren’t involved in the Human Trafficking thing. You’re not the victim type.”
    Unexpected pain punches me in the chest as I see my mother’s face.
    Suddenly I can’t breathe.
    I turn away so he can’t see that my whole world just came to a complete stop.
    The rooms goes dead quiet.

Luna
    H e jumps off the bed and lands with a thud on the aged carpet.
    A second later I feel his hands softly touch my elbows as he whispers, “Hey, I’m sorry…I didn’t know.”
    I was having fun and now it’s ended with the reminder of where I come from and what I’ve lived through. The little girl in me wants to lean into his strength. It’s a foreign desire. I’ve never turned to men for comfort. They are always the enemy.
    But his voice. It’s so…compassionate. I never hear that tone. Especially not in my own head.
    Before I know what I’m doing, I let him wrap his arms around me. He rests his forehead on the back of my head.
    A scared little girl inside me whispers, ‘Can we stay like this forever?’
    Because I don’t understand these feelings at all, I turn around to look into his eyes, searching them and wondering where my voice has gone.
    Grey Eyes stares into me like he can handle this.
    Are these tears tugging inside of me? I haven’t cried in years!
    Over a throat dryer than I’ve ever had, I rasp, “I don’t need to be held.”
    He nods and murmurs, “No, you’re too strong for that.”
    “That’s right,” I whisper, barely able to talk.
    “C’mere.” He pulls me in against his strength and hugs me so hard it almost hurts. “I don’t know what happened to you, Sunshine,” he whispers against my hair, “but I’m sorry it did. I wish I could make it go away.”
    Oh God. Why’d that stab me in the heart so deeply? Fuck. I can’t…I just can’t…hold back.
    I rise on my tiptoes. Sensing what I need, he leans down to meet me, staring into my eyes for a split second before devouring me in a kiss. His jaw unlocks and Grey Eyes turns me into his clay, molding my lips with his, seeking out my tongue and teasing it until I can’t help but moan. There’s so much pain in the sound. I heard it, and it only deepens my agony.
    “Sunshine…” he murmurs against open, waiting lips. We lock eyes as he asks me silent questions, his eyelids heavy with hunger.
    He lifts me up by my thighs and wraps my trembling legs around his body right here where he stands. As we eat each other alive he rushes us to the nearest wall and throws us against it, groaning as his hot bulge pushes into the crotch of my jeans. I can’t get enough of these kisses. He’s so good at them.
    “ Fuck, ” he growls into my