Cocky Senator's Daughter: Hannah Cocker (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 8)

by Faleena Hopkins

  “What are you laughing at?” Tobias asks as he catches me giggling.

  “I can’t tell you. Can I have a taste?”

  He cocks an eyebrow, a sexy gleam in his eyes. “Right out here in front of everyone?”

  Smacking his arm I reach for the pint, dryly saying, “Ha ha.”

  His voice deepens on a challenge. “You don’t want to taste me?”

  With my eyelashes fluttering I confess, “I might want to taste you.”

  He stops walking and slides his thick fingers around my neck and up the back of my head. “I want to feel your lips wrapped around me…”

  “I tasted you already,” I interrupt, feeling hot and agitated as I hear Sofia and Andy’s voices growing nearer.

  “You tasted my mouth, babe. I’m made of so much more than that.” He pulls me in, crashing our mouths together until I forget there’s anyone but him. Our tongues dance and like we can’t get enough we switch sides, noses mashing against each other for a second until we latch on again.

  “Woohoooo!” Sofia Sol howls. “Show me how it’s done!”

  I jump up and hook my legs around his ass and Tobias grunts in response, holding my hem so that I stay covered. Then he gets distracted and his fingers begin hungrily massaging my cheeks.

  “Okay, time to go!” Sofia mutters.

  Andy laughs and tosses his jacket at us. “Best blanket I’ve got.”

  “They’re not going to sleep,” she says, like he’s an idiot.

  “For the sand!” he tells her.

  “Oh.”

  As they were arguing their voices faded into the distance while this kiss has never paused or broken for air. My arms clutch his back. His fingers knead into the forgiving flesh of my ass. Throbbing for him, I bite his tongue and make him growl in my mouth. I’m so hot for him I could cum with little effort. My body remembers. And it just wants more.

  Under the sweet squawking of seagulls Tobias breaks free from my lips and pants, “You’re driving me crazy.” His right hand slides lower and his fingers slip under my damp panties to finger me.

  “I wanted you to do that,” I whimper.

  “Yeah? I thought you might. Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hisses through his teeth as his finger penetrates me just an inch in. “So fucking tight.”

  “When?”

  His eyes narrow and then he smirks. “When do you want it?”

  “Oh…” I moan, closing my eyes and sticking my tongue out. He locks onto it and sucks.

  Breaking away he rasps, his fingers dancing inside my pussy, “When do you want my cock, Hannah?”

  “Ten years ago.”

  He grins with lust in his eyes. “How old are you?”

  I don’t care that he’s not supposed to ask me that. Right now I would tell him the code to my safe if I had one.

  “Twenty-eight.”

  “So eighteen would make you legal,” he smirks.

  “Smart and a damn good punch. What are your flaws?”

  His smile vanishes. “I have a dark side.”

  Holding his stare I whisper, “Show me.”

  He cups the back of my head with one hand and lowers my ass onto Andy’s jacket. My knees are bent, him kneeling between them. Tobias pulls off his shirt and lifts my head to protect my hair from the sand by using it as a pillow.

  “I don’t care about that!” I tell him, clawing at his chest.

  “Shh,” he murmurs, fanning out my hair on the cotton. “Let me take care of you.”

  My heart stutters as I stare up at him. “You treat every girl like she’s precious? Or are you about to go dark on me?”

  I mean vanishing.

  Like Joe did.

  Tobias squints at me while sitting on his heels. “Are you fucking with me right now?”

  “No.”

  He falls forward, caging me in a push-up stance to search my eyes. “Oh, I get it.”

  “What?”

  “Beautiful but acting insecure to look modest.”

  I don’t think a Cocker has ever been called modest in their lives, except in sarcasm. Insecurities…well everyone has those, don’t they? It’s just how much you can hide them.

  Lately I’ve not been very good at that skill.

  I crook my index finger for him to come and give me a kiss, because who am I kidding? I can’t turn him away even if this is the only night we’ll have together.

  He bends his elbows to lower himself, total push-up style that makes me laugh. But our kiss is tentative and gentle at first but within seconds shifts to voracious with me tugging at his belt and zipper, my hips craned up so that I can rub my throbbing clit against his crotch for relief.

  “Heads up!” Sofia shouts with heavy warning. “Cameras!”

  Like a shot Tobias is pulling my dress modestly into place as I jackknife to sitting up, confused. He snatches his shirt from the sand and covers my head. Sofia rushes to help me up. Andy shouts at the voyeurs, “Shut it down!”

  I don’t know how many there are, but from their objections they’ve recognized Tobias from the fight.

  “I hope they weren’t uploading us live,” I whisper to Sofia as she hastily leads me away, my head covered by the shirt.

  Sofia’s hoarse with anger. “I don’t think they could tell who you were. Probably just looked like another blonde.”

  “Another?”

  “You know what I mean, Hannah,” she growls. “Where are your heels?”

  “Dammit.”

  “I so don’t envy you having a famous father.”

  “I’m what made him famous.”

  “Still.”

  Tobias calls out to us, but she and I keep walking. He and Andy jog up. I pull his shirt off my head and hand it to him, glancing to his naked chest and wishing that could have gone a whole different way.

  “I’m sorry about that.”

  “It’s fine.”

  Andy offers, “We took their phones and deleted the videos.”

  Sofia shoots him a protective look. “Did they recognize my cousin?”

  “No, why would they?”

  Tobias says, “They were fans. They saw the fight. One asked if you were the girl who threw that card.”

  “Oh,” I whisper.

  He doesn’t know about me, my history, or my family.

  That’s one of the things I like about this connection.

  I don’t have to worry what he wants, what his angle is.

  We’re in a different state and I doubt if this guy pays attention to who the Senator of Georgia used to be.

  He didn’t even flicker when Sofia said the name ‘Cocker’ at the gym, and it was such a relief. He’s giving me what I crave — anonymity.

  Tobias cups my chin, his voice deep and sincere. “Sorry I put you in that position.”

  “You protected me,” I reassure him, motioning to the shirt in his hands that he gave me to hide under. “Thank you!”

  He darkens and releases me, pacing away and growling, “Fuck those people! Don’t they have anything better to do?!”

  Sofia is staring at the waves, the easy-going vibe we were all enjoying, gone.

  She needed it as much as I did.

  Her life is filled with drama and struggle. The lighthearted flirtation with Andy was probably making her feel like a new person, a break from pain and fighting.

  After a few seconds of awkward silence Andy explodes, “Hey, are we going to let those fucks ruin our night? Hell no! Let’s go swimming!”

  Sofia and I blink at him. She points at the white-capped darkness. “In there?”

  “Yeah!”

  “Aren’t there sharks?”

  “Yup.”

  A grin plays on her lips. “I’m in.”

  “Oh no.” I start shaking my head at the ocean. “No no no no no.”

  Tobias tosses his shirt on the ground, unzipping his jeans, belt hanging open in the loops as he pulls his pants down. Andy follows suit, and my fucking cousin pulls her dress right over her gorgeous head, wearing
only panties, no bra, large breasts exposed in all their beautiful, naked glory.

  The guys react, of course.

  I mutter, “Fuck that!” and yank my dress off, too. Unsnapping my bra, my breasts fall free and I throw my arms up. “I will not be outdone!”

  Sofia cracks up and goes running as Andy chases her in zigzags, water splashing under their racing bare feet.

  Tobias bends down like he’s stalking me.

  I back away, begging him, “Oh no! Please! You’re not throwing me in.”

  “I am.”

  “You’re not!” I shout, backing up faster.

  “Oh, I am. By the way, Hannah?”

  “Yes?”

  “Nice tits.” He lunges and I scream, sprinting as fast as I’m able to in the swift current. Suddenly I’m in the air, spun around, laughing so hard my stomach hurts. Tobias throws me over his shoulder and walks us toward the ocean with me trapped in his arms.

  “No, don’t! I’m afraid of sharks!”

  “I’m deadlier than sharks.”

  “You can’t see them coming!”

  “I’ll punch them in the face,” he mutters as the water reaches his boxer briefs. The fucker throws me in!

  As soon as I’m submerged I spring to the surface and feel him grabbing me around the waist. “Ah ah ah, where ya goin?”

  “Let me go you bastard!”

  Laughing he lifts me out of the water and walks us a couple steps in so it reaches only our lower thighs. “No sharks right here, babe. Too shallow. Those monsters can’t get you from here.”

  “I’m looking at a monster.”

  He places my open palm over the wet cotton covering his erection. “No, this is a monster.”

  I laugh, “Oh, okay, fine.” But the feeling of him in my hand awakens me, starting at my core. He sees the change in my eyes and lowers his handsome face to mine. He searches me for a second as I tighten my hold on his length. My head tips up to receive his kiss, but Tobias waits a moment before slipping his tongue in my mouth, chest rumbling as I stroke him. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs dancing over my goosebump-covered nipples.

  Against my lips he murmurs, “Stay with me tonight, Hannah.”

  All I can do is whisper, “Yes.”

  He nods like it’s settled and crushes my mouth once more. The world disappears into him, waves crashing against my legs as I dig my fingers into his taut shoulder blades and moan softly. After a long while of making out he breaks the kiss to gaze at me. The moonlight dances in his eyes as he rasps, “Why do you have to be so fucking perfect?”

  “I’m just a woman,” I murmur, rising onto my toes to shut him up. He’s holding me so tightly as we kiss that my lungs have little room to spare.

  I’ve never felt more alive.

  Melting Touches - Hannah

  Andy guides my cousin into a separate taxi. “I’ll get her back safely.”

  She locks eyes with me, silently telling me how ironic it is that he feels she needs protection.

  With one arm around me, another hailing a cab, Tobias says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Our first business meeting!” Andy grins, one foot inside the taxi, his hand on the open door. “Lunch?”

  “Let’s touch base in the A.M. Text me.”

  I call over to my cousin, “What time are you picking Emma up?”

  “Just before noon!”

  “Okay, I’ll be back by then.”

  Sofia waves and Andy climbs in, nodding to me. “Bye Hannah.”

  “Night Andy.”

  A yellow taxi pulls over in front of theirs, making their driver swear to himself, blocked in. I can read his lips and he just called our driver a fucking asshole. I slide onto the seat, amused. Tobias closes the door and walks around to the other side, dropping into the car so heavily the cushion sinks as he shuts the door. “Waterstone Resort.”

  Cocking my head I ask, “Isn’t that the hotel where our restaurant was?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You’re staying there?”

  “Yep.” He encases my hand with his, thumb absently stroking my fingers.

  “You didn’t mention that at dinner.”

  “Didn’t want you to think I’d brought you there for illicit reasons,” he smirks. “Best restaurant in town, in my opinion. And you deserve the best. Not only is their food out of this world, but can’t beat the view.”

  I shrug, pretending to be bored with it all. Or at the very least, unimpressed. “Too bad it’s on the lake and not the beach,”

  He laughs under his breath. “Yeah, too bad that lake is so hideous.”

  Crinkling my nose I mutter, “Downright foul.”

  His laughter grows and as the cab comes to a stop in front of the enormous and modern, white hotel, Tobias says, “Stay here, babe.”

  Paying for the ride he climbs out of the car. I’m thoroughly entertained by the dark marks his wet boxers have soaked into his jeans. When he opens my door I take his hand and tease him about it.

  On the way into the lobby that even at this late hour is bustling with people, Tobias chuckles, “Yeah, well, you don’t have any shoes.”

  “There’s a beach bum swaying in a new pair of heels,” I laugh.

  “Hopefully singing Born To Be Wild.”

  As we ride the elevator to the eleventh floor, I rest my head on his shoulder.

  “How you doin’ princess?”

  “I’m happy,” I whisper.

  “I was just thinking I was happy, too.”

  Lifting my head I meet his stormy blue eyes. He gives me a slow smile that makes him even more handsome.

  An elegant ding later and the doors whoosh open.

  Tobias leads me to his room, but in the hallway he stops and takes my face in his hands. I rise up on bare tiptoes for his kiss, heart fiercely beating now that we’re alone.

  Breaking free he smiles and takes my hand, digging out his key with his free one. As the door unlocks to an immaculate room with a balcony, my breath hitches from nerves.

  This is really happening.

  I just met him and yet all I want is to be here.

  As I spot the king size bed waiting for us, my throat goes dry. I whisper, “Can I have a little of that whiskey?”

  Pulling it from his back pocket he hands me the half-empty pint. I suck down a quick burning sip on a wince. Much stronger than my vodka preference, but I do like the warmth this gives my throat.

  Tobias walks to the bathroom and surprisingly waves me in.

  “Do we have a thing for bathrooms?” I joke, trying to calm my nerves.

  Inside, there’s a gorgeous bathtub resting atop modern tile, not sunken in, and he bends over to turn on the water testing it.

  “I guess we’re going to take a bath?”

  “Rinse the sand and salt water off us,” he says, his muscles stretching the cotton tight along his massive back. Who needs whiskey when I can look at his body? He’s so sexy as he twists the faucets, feeling the stream until the temperature is satisfactory.

  While I’m watching him do this, I ask, “Tobias Kyrkos, is that Greek?”

  “Yes.”

  “With your coloring you could have been Italian. They have blue eyes, too, sometimes.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Well, you could have been.”

  A smirk tugs at his lips. “You nervous, Hannah?”

  “Me? No. Not at all.”

  “You’re rambling.”

  “I, um…” My mouth clamps shut and I shake my head.

  He chuckles and shakes his fingers, rising up to walk to me as the tub fills up. I back away, my chest rising with long breaths. He runs his fingers through his hair, looking at me from under heavy eyebrows. Pulling me to him, those fingers slide along my hem, skimming my thighs and making my stomach clench with desire and suspense. “You’ve got sand embedded in your beautiful skin. We’re going to have to clean you off.”

  I can’t stop smiling.

  Eyebrows rising, he asks, “You l
ike that idea?”

  Only a nod is possible.

  Tobias bites his lower lip in the sexiest way, steps back and grabs his shirt by his shoulder blades, bending his head down to pull it off. He tosses it and goes for his belt, sliding his jeans down, the hem of wet boxers tugged down a little.

  Blue eyes flicker as Tobias locks on me and soaks in my lust for him. I can’t hide it. He pauses then slides his boxer briefs off. My gaze drops to see his engorged length bounce to freedom. We’re not in the locker room anymore. I can stare with my eyes saying how I really feel about his enormous size as he jerks his chin for me to come closer.

  I’m totally hypnotized as I walk to him, goosebumps of attraction lighting up my chest and arms. “You’re excited,” he thickly says, pulling my dress over my head. “Look at your body. So soft, babe.”

  I moan as his thumbs tease my hard crests and there’s a little sand on them, which gives it a rougher sensation I like a lot. Tobias slides his hands down my stomach and hooks his fingers into my wet panties, dragging them down until I’m standing naked before him. His eyes shine with fascination as he straightens up. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I want you so bad.”

  Those fingers of his, they’re so sure of themselves as they slip into my throbbing folds.

  No hesitation or fear.

  He buries his face into my neck, pressing hot kisses into my skin as I moan and arch up to his touch. He starts massaging where my neck meets my shoulder with his teeth, his fingers dancing around my clit until I’m a writhing mess of ache.

  “Fuck me, Tobias. Please fuck me.”

  His chest rumbles on a groan. “Not yet, babe.”

  “Why not?” I’m bending into him, and my leg wraps around his hip so I can rub on it.

  He chuckles deeply and meets my eyes, his hooded with lust. “Look at you, so hungry.”

  Moaning I accuse him, “You’re doing this to me on purpose.”

  He nods once and kisses my nose, making me moan as he oh-so-slowly slips his middle finger inside me and holds there before giving two long, slow pumps. “I like making you feel good.”

  “It’s torture,” I whisper in his ear.

  “Yeah, but the best kind.”

  His mouth hooks onto mine. He groans into my lips, and slides his thick, slippery fingers up my slit like a harpist, pinky first, the others following, over and over again. I cry out in his mouth as the sweet, hot burn of orgasm threatens me. I’m totally ready for him now, my pussy aching and open for cock. Arching my hips up I grab his length to position him at my opening.