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

by Faleena Hopkins

  His eyes go wide and he starts laughing, “Cocky!” But then his eyes go distant at the memory. “It’s true.”

  “A little bit.”

  He grins and lifts the trays, balancing both to carry them to the dresser. “Let me show you my gratitude.”

  As he walks his cock is showing new life, bouncing between tree-trunk thighs. My tummy clenches with excitement as he climbs onto the bed like a gorilla. I yelp as he swoops an arm around me and pulls me underneath him, lowering his heavy frame on top.

  My legs can’t stay closed around this man.

  I want to become part of him, and him of me.

  When his blunt tip presses for entry I stick out my tongue to be sucked on. He latches on without hesitation and sucks while each thick inch of him is getting deeper.

  My lungs expand as we start to move and he cages me, gripping my hands above my head and thrusting those writhing, narrow hips of his with such skill I can’t stand it.

  Our bodies follow every instinct until we’re rolling over so that I’m on top of him, breasts bouncing until he jackknifes into a sitting position and embraces me with one arm, the other hand on the bed to give him leverage as he works those hips and fills me to the hilt with every thrust.

  I whimper against him, going boneless as my pussy starts to ache, so close to cumming.

  He groans this deep throaty sound in my ear.

  A sound I’ve come to crave.

  I turn my head to lock our mouths in a kiss.

  As soon as our tongues touch the orgasm rips me apart.

  He’s grunting and holding back, as he’s done every time. And as soon as he can feel mine subsiding he roars and pulls out to finish the job on his own. Like the last three times my fingers trace down his shuddering chest as he cums. He’s lying back on the bed with me bent over him, our mouths locked as he cries out.

  Waking up a little while afterward, a happy smile whispers over me because Tobias’s forehead is pressed to mine, our faces resting together on one pillow.

  We’re sharing breath, our mouths closed, noses quietly taking in the same oxygen. Somehow I’m still able to breathe and that’s never happened to me before.

  Usually I need so much space when I’m sleeping with someone.

  Instead I’m lying here and have no impulse or need to move from where I am, the rise and fall of his chest so comforting.

  Our limbs are tangled, his arm resting across my side, and he’s so warm and cuddly for such a hulkish man.

  After a little while, I drift off again.

  Wake Up Sex - Hannah

  “Babe?”

  Blinking awake I smile, “Hey handsome.”

  Tobias’s blue eyes are shining in the sunlight that slivers through our curtains. “Hey beautiful.” He rolls on top of me and pins my arm, his erection pressing against my thigh. Instantly my body responds with interest, tummy clenching and my legs spreading a little so he can squeeze in. He knees them open wider, kissing my neck to rasp, “You sore?”

  “Of course I am. But I’ll warm up if you go slow.”

  He growls into my flesh, “That I can do,” heating it with his breath.

  “You’re so hard,” I murmur as he angles his hips so he can penetrate me without using his hands. “How long have you been up?”

  “Few minutes. Woke up half-mast but then was watching you sleep and bam. He came to full attention.” He meets my eyes, his darkening with lust as he starts pressing in. “That good?”

  I gaze up at him, sliding my fingers up his thick neck. “Mmhmm.” His skin gets goosebumps under my gentle touch and he closes his eyes on a pleasure-frown. Half-inch by half-inch he fills me, my legs opening more for him, my sore pussy warming up with his tenderness. As he reaches the farthest point inside my core he holds there and meets my happy look. “How’d you sleep?”

  He grins, “Good, you?”

  “Feel rested but probably was only a couple hours, huh?”

  “Haven’t looked.” My nose gets kissed as he begins to slowly pull out and push back in. “Had a dream about you, babe.”

  “You did?” My breath hitches as he plunges in deeply and holds there.

  “We were on the beach.”

  “Well, that’s not too strange since we were on one last night, and oh my God, that feels so good.”

  He chuckles and pulls almost all the way out again. “In my dream we were in Mykonos.”

  “Greece?”

  He nods, closing his eyes as he rises up like a merman, chest wide and neck stretched long. “Fuck you’re so wet. Still sore?”

  Running my hand over his abs I murmur, “All of this is delicious. Keep going slow though because I like the way it feels.” He dips down, gazing at me with his teeth gritting. “I overheard someone ask you about Greece at the gym.”

  “Yeah, it’s beautiful there. I want you to meet my Grandma. Though she hates the Swedes.”

  “I’m not Swedish! And who hates the Swedes? They’re so nice! Oh God, just like that.”

  I moan as he distracts me with powerful thrusting, taking one of my legs and laying it on his immense shoulder. He’s giving me no time to ruminate over his desire to introduce me to his family.

  “She barely speaks English so I don’t know why she hates ‘em. But you learn Greek and you can ask her,” he winks then starts thrusting just a little faster.

  We moan together and he scoops me up and, burying his face in my neck, biting me and massaging with his teeth in perfect time to his smooth penetration. Crying out and clawing into his spine, I arch my back. Tobias roars and hisses as he restrains himself.

  Despite how many times we’ve gone through this, I moan into his ear, “Cum inside me.”

  “Hannah, fuck, don’t do that to me,” he groans. “I want to cum so bad, but you don’t want to be tethered to me for the rest of your life.”

  Don’t I?

  I hate him for saying that.

  Pushing him off me I grimace as our bodies separate. He hisses and palms himself, holding still for a minute. But it’s too late. He was so near the edge. “Fuck,” he grumbles as his cock explodes with one stroke.

  He jumps off the bed.

  So do I.

  The messy king size is between us.

  Both of us are grabbing our heads, raking our hair as we catch our breaths.

  Yin and yang’s frustration personified.

  “Hannah, what do you want from me? Why get pissed?”

  “We should have just used a condom,” I mumble, in an effort to calm my temper.

  “But we didn’t! So I had to pull out.”

  “You didn’t have to!”

  He stutters after a series of angry blinks, “Yeah, I fuckin’ did!”

  “You know how that makes me feel?” I cry out, throwing up my arms.

  He shouts, “I don’t know, SAFE?!”

  “Nooooo. Yes. I don’t know.” Collapsing onto a chair with my head in my hands I search for what I’m trying to say. Dropping them I meet his eyes. “You know what I felt when you were inside me, Tobias?”

  His voice drops to a lower timbre, curious. “No. What?”

  “Whole. And then I came, because of you. And I wanted you to cum with me, but you have to pull out and then I’m not with you anymore. It’s all you then. By yourself. I’m left out of it.”

  “But you did it to me, babe,” he implores me, walking closer.

  “I know, but then you separate for…the finale!” Gazing at him, I hesitate. “It just feels not as good.”

  He squats down, heavy hands on my bare knees, heavy package dangling. “It doesn’t feel near as good, but without a condom it’s taking too much of a chance, and I fucking care about you.” He trails off, biting his lip and frowning.

  Our foreheads come together and I whisper, “Why did you say that, about the tethering.”

  “Because my life is unpredictable. And you hate the media. Buzz is what sells tickets. I need them talking about me. It’s the exact opposite of what you
want.”

  Hearing that aloud inspires a lump in my throat.

  Because I can’t argue it.

  I hate the press.

  I do anything to avoid them.

  “They scare me.”

  “I get it,” he mutters, his thumbs lightly caressing my knees. “When a fight goes bad the piranhas come out for feeding time. I know what it’s like, but my skin is thick. And I know I need them as much as they need me.”

  I nod just a little. I have nothing else to say. To be so close to something great, yet knowing it’s going to end, is excruciating.

  After a moment of awkward silence he asks, “Breakfast? Let’s get some food downstairs.”

  “I can’t go down in my party dress, and I have no shoes.”

  “Right,” he mutters. “Look, I can’t take you looking sad. We’re going to spend today together and every other day you’re here. Your cousins are just gonna have to accept my being a part of the vacation. We’re not saying goodbye right now.”

  He searches me, noticing I winced when he said the word goodbye.

  “Okay,” I smile, but it’s forced.

  His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches before he stutters, “You want to just call it quits now?”

  “No!” Touching his face I shake my head. “No, I want to do that, what you just said. Let’s enjoy each other.” Closing my eyes I moan, “Why is this so hard? I just met you! I feel so silly.”

  He guides me to standing and lifts me up, laying us both on the bed. This is the reason we shouldn’t know when death is coming, all the good moments become bittersweet.

  Tobias and I kiss, telling each other things that words just aren’t able to. Will I find another man like this? Whose weird animalistic eating habits make me only smile and want to watch them forever? Whose eyes I could vanish in for hours? Whose touch sends hot shivers into my bloodstream? A man like Tobias who understands what it’s like having been raised without a parent we longed to know? Who wants to protect me from the media and not thrust me into it to further his own career?

  Not for one minute did he entertain the possibility that being with me could help him gain additional attention, a hook for reporters to write about and help sell more tickets. Instead he’s made no effort to rope me in, or sell me on how we could work. He’s respected my life, my fears, and is giving me up because of them even though he cares about me.

  In between devouring each other, we stayed awake most of the night, talking.

  He shared with me how his mom had apologized once for her failings. He’d been traveling the country but had returned home for Christmas. She’d had tears in her eyes, which was rare, and he’d tried to forgive her, but in his head he heard himself thinking, it’s too late. The damage is done. Two weeks later when he awoke from a nightmare where she’d been killed, he called her up at three in the morning, and woke her up to say, “I forgive you, Mom.”

  Until he imagined her gone, he hadn’t known how much he cared. “Fucking killed me to tell her I loved her, after all the times she’d let me down, but I did it.”

  But waking up in his arms and sharing breath was what made me certain that I don’t want this to end. What man could be more interesting than him? I just can’t see it.

  As he pulls away from our kiss his eyes brighten. “I’ve got an idea. You wanna take a shower?”

  Curious, I nod. “That sounds good.”

  His hand travels down my naked body and he shakes his head, “I want you again. I want to live in these curves.”

  “Then take me.”

  He climbs off the bed and strolls to his suitcase, sifting through it to find a pair of blue jeans. He pulls them on and jogs his head to me as he zips. “You go shower. I’ll be back in about fifteen.”

  Watching him grab a form-fitting Henley shirt to drag over his head, I ask, “Where are you going?”

  “I said I’ve got an idea. It’s a surprise.” As he sits down to pull his socks and boots on, he pauses and mutters, “Shit, guess I have to ask, what size shoe are you?”

  “Nine. Are you going shopping for me?!!”

  He lunges over the bed and gives me a quick kiss before snatching his room key off the dresser on his way out. At the door he looks into the hallway, and then over his shoulder to say, “They didn’t pick our tray up yet! Slackers.”

  The door clicks behind him.

  Lost. So lost. - Tobias

  I’m lost.

  This woman is wrecking me.

  I don’t trust anyone but being with Hannah is how most people must feel with their families; like it’s home. No stress. Like they won’t betray you.

  I feel like I could trust her.

  She’s too fucking good for me but I want her.

  It’d be selfish.

  I’d be putting her in front of the cameras every time I climbed in the cage.

  When she talks about her family, she doesn’t know it, but she needs them. Loves them like crazy. Even when she complained about her twin brothers being such pains in the ass when she was younger, I could see it in her eyes that she’d die for them.

  I’ve never had that.

  Never known anyone who would die for me, except maybe my grandma.

  Don’t have a clue what being a brother would feel like.

  My guess is, it’s like having the best friend in the world, who even when they gave you shit you’d still have their back because they’re your blood.

  Gritting my teeth at the impending doom of saying goodbye to her, I sift through the summer dresses in one of the hotel shops. This pink one would look great on her, but I have a feeling she’d prefer this black one. More elegant, less girly.

  As I run my hand down, I find a long slit up the side. “Nice,” I mutter at how sexy it’ll be on her curves.

  “Can I help you?” an attractive brunette asks, strolling toward me with a nametag that reads, Lita. She’s got a similar build to my girl. Lucky me.

  “What size are you, Lita?”

  “I’d be a small except for these,” she smiles, eyes flirtatious as she points to her rack.

  Uninterested I finger through the size tags and mutter, “So, a medium then.”

  “Yes.”

  “Great.” I hand the dress to her. “Put this on my room.”

  Bending down to grab some pretty sandals I turn them over and toss them back into place, resuming my search for a size nine. “And these.”

  She takes the shoes and strolls back to the small desk that houses a small computer, her hips moving with extra swing.

  “What’s your room number?”

  The way she said that, it’s a tone I’ve heard before. I’ve traveled enough cities to know she’d be open to joining me in my room if I just said the word.

  “My girl and I are staying in 1111,” I answer, so she knows I’m taken. Why am I buying this shit otherwise? What’s she even thinking? This is for my mother?

  Lita’s smile doesn’t change.

  Hell, maybe I misread her.

  Maybe she’s born with that come-fuck-me look.

  Who knows? Who cares.

  As she folds the dress to slide it in a bag, she says, “I saw your fight last night.” Her dark eyelashes float up. “You were incredible. And that was Hannah Cocker who cheered you on, wasn’t it?” My mouth goes lax. “Are these for her?”

  “You know what? Just give me that. I don’t want it wrinklin’ up.” I snatch the dress from her fingers before snatching up the shoes, too.

  As I stride out she calls after me, “I was going to suggest I could join you guys.”

  Throwing her a look over my shoulder I mutter, “Jeezus. No fuckin’ way.”

  So Hannah wasn’t kidding around. She really does have to be careful. Can’t believe that chick just called her out like being with us would be a celebrity gangbang for her journal.

  Fuckin’ gross.

  Making my way toward the elevators I shoot an irritated look toward the front desk and see Senator Justin Cocker talking to hot
el personnel. My footsteps slow, because that can’t be a coincidence. He looks pissed underneath that smile.

  I crane my ear to hear what he’s saying.

  “Which room is Tobias Kyrkos staying in?”

  What the fuck?

  Oh hell, the fight was televised, wasn’t it? Her father must have seen her holding up that card, shouting at me to win. He must have put together that she was more than just a fan, and now he’s come to rescue her from the big bad me.

  Motherfucker.

  Now what?

  Making my way through tourists to jab the elevator call button, all my muscles are in knots.

  I wanted more time.

  This ain’t fair.

  I’ll tell her he’s comin’ and ask her to stay with me, let me hang out with her and her cousins anyway, even if he thinks I’m a bad influence.

  Of course he’s come to save her.

  I know who I am. She’s way out of my league.

  And yeah, she’s a grown woman, but the way she spoke about him, there’s no way she’ll choose me over him.

  No fuckin’ way.

  And if I have to admit it, I wouldn’t want her to.

  What I wouldn’t give for a dad.

  Muttering, “Shit!” under my breath I shake my head as the clock keeps ticking toward our ending.

  I’ve gotta beat him to my room because that guy looks like he could talk anyone into anything, and that female clerk was all goo goo gah gah for him, just like Lita was for me.

  He’ll have my room number in seconds.

  On the eleventh floor I break into a run and bang on the door, trying to find my fuckin’ key. I know I grabbed it. Where the hell did I put it?

  Hannah opens the door with a towel around her dewy body, hair dripping and smelling of sweetness. Shit, he’s gonna hate that.

  She looks at the dress and her eyes go wide. “Oh my God, let me see!”

  Handing it to her I hurriedly close the door. “Babe.”

  “Something wrong?”

  “Your dad’s comin’ up.”

  She backs up like I’ve hit her, eyes wide. “What? How? You saw him?”

  I nod and she drops the towel, her body glorious as she hastily steps into the long sundress and pulls the straps over her shoulders, scooting it all into place, totally distracted by my news.