Sofia Sol Cocker (Cocker Brothers Book 13)

SOFIA SOL COCKER


COCKER BROTHERS BOOK 13


FALEENA HOPKINS


CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Cocker EXTRAS
About the Author


Love is one wild beast.
CHARLYNE YI


CHAPTER 1
SOFIA SOL
Barely a sliver of moonlight traces over our naked bodies, entwined in a bed of overgrown grass that nobody here has time to mow. A knotted oak tree hides us all the way in the farthest reach of our enormous backyard behind the dilapidated plantation we Ciphers call home.
Our home. All of us.
Including the sweaty young hunk on top and inside of me. We’re not supposed to be locked like this. And for good reason.
So they say.
Sex is a line we’re forbidden to cross with each other. It’s not like he and I are genetically related.
We aren’t.
But we might as well be.
From my earliest memories he’s been in my life.
They all have been, those voices we can hear in the distance while Melodi cooks jambalaya for the Ciphers as they drink from ice-cold beer cans, celebrating and not noticing our absence. The laughter is riotous. After we make it home safely from a dangerous job like today’s, it’s party time. But their guffaws and back-slapping and bets would halt if they knew who was making me moan like this.
My father would lose his shit.
My mother might be worse.
I swear she was put on this planet to ride my ass.
And his dad’s biker name is after the most fearless creature in the Guinness Book of World Records. With those three at odds, if they found out we fucked, bloody fists would be inevitable. That’s part of what makes this so damn hot.
I moan as he pushes inside me, and he groans the sexiest sound a woman can hear.
We’ve obeyed their strict rule about no sex, for years. Out of respect to the structure. The elders rule the Ciphers, as they should…I guess. Hard for me to submit to any kind of authority, and I’m not alone in that. We all have that character flaw—it’s why we’re so happy here among a bunch of law-breaking bastards and bitches.
Motorcycle clubs are families of a wilder sort that no normie can understand. Some of us are joined by blood. Others by bond alone. We’d die for each other. Some of us have.
We’re just not normal.
Never will be.
Never want to be.
So how fair is it that we’re made to stay platonic? We train together every day, get sweaty, sneakily eye droplets sliding down hard muscles and ripe curves. For years!
Enter temptation.
Enter succumbing to desire.
Enter, finally, me.
My back arches under his body of rock and muscle and discipline. His cock is long, not thick, which was surprising considering how stocky Atlas is. But it feels fantastic. In the darkness we move like animals, his length stroking inside me with an urgency, aware of the time.
I peek back at the sound of my father’s laughter. “He’s not coming out here, is he?”
Atlas stops moving and cranes his neck. “Nah, they’re all in the kitchen still. Just stop moaning so loud.”
“I’ll try,” I grin, running my fingers up the cords of back muscles. “Lie to me. Say they’re coming outside.”
“They’re walking up,” he growls. “How’s that?”
“So good,” I moan, gripping him. The sizzle builds in my core, pools in my thighs, wrapping them tighter around his rock hard ass. “The forbidden, fuck I love it!”
“I knew you’d feel this good, Soph,” he growls, pulling my head back by my hair. He sucks on my extended tongue and we immediately deepen the rough kiss, the first we’ve ever shared, devouring each other. It feels a little weird, if I’m honest.
“You hear them?” I moan.
“Yeah.”
“They could come out any minute!”
He grins and pummels me. “We worked up an appetite on that mission.”
I grab his thick bottom lip, give it a nibble, and release it. “We sure did.” He serves me ten long strokes making me writhe, everything burning. Suddenly I feel his nails threaten to cut my skin. My hand flies up. I slap his face, hard. “No marks!”
He grins, challenges me, “Afraid?”
“Try that one more time and this will be the last time you fuck me. Got it?”
The wicked smile evaporates. “Won’t happen again.”
We start to move and he takes his anger out on me, fucking me with his bruised ego. I like it more than any woman should.
My breaths get ragged and I buck underneath him. “Atlas, come on, why are you holding back?”
“Don’t fuckin’ tell me what to do,” he snarls, falling for my plan to get him riled up more. “You’re not the boss of me!”
Oh, but I am.
Grabbing his earlobe with my teeth I hiss, “Make me cum!”
He goes nuts.
Moaning, I crane back and bite my lip, core pulsing in thick bursts. His shaft is filled to capacity, thrilled by my challenges, cutting a memory into me that we’ll have for the rest of our lives. But I don’t want to think about that right now.
I add for good measure, “I’m your little bitch!”
“That’s fuckin’ right!” He captures my neck with his teeth. Not too hard, just a taste. He won’t leave a mark and risk never being inside me again after I warned him. “You’re my dirty little bitch. Your sweet, hot pussy, I love it. Ah fuck!” he groans as his orgasm nears.
“Martinez, don’t you dare come inside me!”
He gives the most amazing wince. “I’ve got this.” But his lip’s curled and dark eyes flash with lust and heat. “Steady,” he groans to himself, “Steady now.” He’s watching my face as I near the edge, and his changes, eyes flickering. “You’re so beautiful Sofia Sol, you know that?”
“Shut up! I don’t want to hear that shit right now.”