Cocky's Fight (Devils Rejects MC Book 6)

by Glenna Maynard

  I pull back and rest my forehead against hers again. “That was some kiss,” she tells me. Her warm cinnamon breath washes over me and I peck her lips once more.

  “Call me tomorrow.”

  She nods. “Mhmm.”

  Chapter 7

  —Melissa

  I get into my car feeling a bit dizzy. I wasn’t expecting to kiss Shawn tonight, but the moment felt right. MaryAnn was right. Life is too short not to be taking chances. I know Shawn wants to be with me and part of me…that lost part of me that I keep hidden away only feels whole with him. My protector. My shelter from any storm. Who says I can’t embrace those feelings but take things slow. My insides were screaming at me to take him home with me. Jimmy is staying at MaryAnn’s and I could kick myself for not taking the opportunity. Who knows when Jimmy will be staying overnight somewhere again.

  I go home and after taking a shower, I am still thinking about calling Shawn and inviting him over. Grazing my bottom lip with my teeth, I take my phone out.

  Melissa — Are you awake?

  Shawn — Yes…laying here thinking about those sweet lips.

  I smile while reading his response.

  Melissa — Where are you?

  Shawn — Clubhouse. Why?

  Melissa — Want some company?

  Shawn — I’ll come to you.

  Melissa — I’ll be waiting. Door is unlocked.

  I could be making a mistake but it’s my mistake to make. I hurry to my room and take a look at my crappy air mattress but decide fuck it. Shawn won’t care. I stare at the ceiling debating on turning the light off and decide to leave the hallway light on. I lay on the bed and open my robe slightly, just enough to expose the top of my thigh and reveal part of my belly and the valley between my breasts. I feel stupid. Like such a girl.

  The minutes tick by and finally I hear the front door open. My pulse hammers in my ears and my throat with anticipation. I can’t believe I’m really doing this. I dreamt of him often as a teenager but there is a huge difference in daydreaming and reality. I’ve longed for his touch. His heavy steps sound as he walks down the hall stopping short of my bedroom door. “I’m in here,” I call out to him and hear him suck in a breath.

  “If I come in that room, we both know what will happen,” he warns and a thrill of excitement shoots through me.

  I swallow and say with a squeak, “I know.”

  “I’m only going to ask you once, Lissa. Do you want me to come in?”

  I turn my head to the side, seeing his eyes on me as he stands right outside the door leaning against the wall. Intimidating and sexy. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. Tattooed and muscled. His blond hair is pulled back from his face. Warmth floods me and I know that this will change things between us.

  He kicks the bottom of the door with his boot. “If I cross this threshold, Lissa, I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

  My teeth graze over my bottom lip. “What are you waiting for?” I sass him, and he crosses the room in two long strides. His boots are the first to come off followed by his cut, shirt, and jeans. I stare at him. Every sexy delectable inch feeling nothing but an eager acceptance. Shawn wants to be with me and I want to be with him too. Whether it’s wrong or not…whether it’s too soon…I don’t know. I don’t have the answers. I simply have a longing inside me that won’t be satisfied until I know what it’s like to be with him.

  No words pass between us. He’s a man fueled by years of pent up desire. Shawn goes down on his knees on the floor next to the air mattress. His manhood is jutting out in all its hardened glory. Hesitantly but sure, I touch my hand to his chest. His movements are slow and methodical. Grabbing the sash of my robe that is tied around my waist he undoes the loose knot and pulls the silky fabric from the belt loops. His hungry eyes bore into mine as he opens the robe, the fabric falling to each side, leaving me fully exposed to him. One hand lands on my chest, sliding down the space between my breasts, continuing down to my navel until he reaches my sex. He cups my pussy. “This belongs to me now. No one else. You get me?” Shawn pinches my clit and all I can do is nod my agreement. Though right now, I’d agree to just about anything.

  I know we are crossing a line that we can’t come back from but right now I am living in this moment. Taking my hand that rests on his chest, he brings my knuckles to his lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

  “As long as I have,” I tease him in a breathy whisper.

  “Longer than that I’m sure.” He moves to the mattress with me. “I’ve wanted you as long as I can remember. Much sooner in life than it was appropriate to be having thoughts of you, but you have always made me crazy. Always made me crave you.” Shawn’s body blankets mine. Soft touches and gentle kisses. I know without a doubt that this should have been my first time.

  The man takes his time getting to know my body with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Kissing, nibbling, and tasting every inch of my skin. Desire pools between my legs. Shawn’s mouth moves to kiss me there. His tongue licks in long languid strokes against my sensitive skin. I thread my fingers through his hair holding him close to the heart of my desire. He looks up at me through hooded lids. “You’ve always been my favorite girl. The only woman I’ve ever truly wanted.”

  Stroking his jaw, I smile at him. “Show me.”

  “I’m going to take you slow. Then once you think you can’t handle anymore, I’m going to fuck you hard,” he vows.

  A gasp rips from my throat as he thrusts a finger inside me then a second. Capping his mouth over my clit he continues pleasuring me. Every stroke of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers is torturous, but the sensation is unlike any I have felt before. I feel worshipped. Completely treasured. Being with Justin felt good because it felt nice to be wanted but this with Shawn makes that experience pale in comparison. Like the difference between lust and love. I thought I knew what making love felt like, but I was wrong. I feel like I have been wrong about everything up till now and Shawn is the only thing right in my existence.

  When Shawn went away all I wanted was someone to love me and make me feel the way he does and now he’s back. I’m so terrified to let myself fall with him. I thought Justin was what I wanted but tonight is showing me that I wanted a relationship with Justin to work out because Shawn and the thought of losing him again terrifies me. My legs writhe on the air mattress as he continues his erotic assault on all my senses.

  Moving up to rest on his elbows he brings his mouth down on mine, and I taste my essence on his lips. Our bodies come together like a perfect fit and the moment is everything I had hoped for and more. I’ve thought of this moment a million times and nothing I had conjured up of what it would be like compares to the reality. Smooth and yet greedily he starts to move, like he is touching a woman for the first time. Only I know better and yet I don’t care. Whatever he has done up till this point doesn’t matter. We both have pasts. My body hums with illicit desire. I’m on fire for him and his every touch. Just as he promised he takes me soft and slow in the pale moonlight that filters through the blinds covering my bedroom window.

  I’m barely keeping control, praying for the release he keeps teasing me with as my body quakes in need. Pulling out to the tip he slides in and out achingly slow. I moan out his name, “Shawn…please.”

  A lazy smile stretches across his facial features and he swivels his hips in a circular motion then pulls out leaving me unsatisfied and weak in the knees. Rolling to his back he pulls me onto him.

  “Take what you want, Lissa.”

  Leaning forward, I give him a kiss then guide him inside me. Gripping his shoulders, I grind down on his erection moving my hips side to side, squeezing him tight. He fondles my breasts, tweaking my nipples then sucking one into his mouth. I can’t hold back any longer and my orgasm rocks through me, and bliss claims me.

  “Fuck, you feel like heaven and hell in one.” He caresses my back as I lay on his chest, his cock still pulsing inside me. I steady
my breathing, coming down from my orgasmic high. Claiming my mouth, he kisses me hard and deep, moving inside me, slowly but with precision hitting me in all the right spots. A tremble starts at the base of my spine and races up to my skull then back down to my toes. The wave of another orgasm building courses through my veins and pure pleasure slams into me with punishing force. My body quivers and shakes but he is far from through with me. He moves me off him and slides out of bed.

  Shawn pulls me to my feet. With the silky strip of fabric from my robe between his teeth he grabs my wrists, binding them together. Bending at the knees, he drops down and places my bound arms around his neck, lifting me up as he stands. My legs hook around his waist and he pushes my back up against the wall filling me in one brutal thrust. The man is relentless delivering punishing thrust after thrust until my eyes are rolling back in my head. His fingers dig into my hip bones as he grunts like a rutting animal in my ear over and over again until I feel his warmth fill me, spreading down my thighs like wildfire. He stills inside me, sweat slicked between our bodies forcing us to stick together. Breathing hard he tells me, “I love you, Lissa,” and I believe him.

  Chapter 8

  —Cocky

  Waking up with Melissa in my arms, there is no better feeling. Even if we are sleeping on a crappy ass air mattress. There is nowhere else I would rather be. Her head rests on my chest and I slide my fingers through her curls in a combing motion, getting stuck here and there in the tangles. She’s snoring and drooling on me, but I don’t care. I have my girl in my arms and nothing else matters.

  All I have ever wanted is right here. Last night was years in the making. Over a decade. I stretch my leg out, getting a damn cramp in my Goddamn toe. First thing I am getting my woman is a proper bed to sleep in well maybe after I shower and get some breakfast. I ease her off me as pain shoots up my leg. I’m dehydrated from all the fucking. I took Melissa four times. Making sure she was properly fucked. Want her thinking of me every time her pussy aches.

  Melissa stays to her side and doesn’t even miss a beat snoring. I roll to the floor and when I go to get up my leg about gives out from under me. By the time I take a shower and cook breakfast Melissa emerges from bed, walking clumsily to the bathroom. She’s running late so I offer to pick up Jimmy for her since I need to run by the clubhouse to grab some clean clothes. I take her car because it has little man’s booster seat in the back. When I get to my room upstairs at the clubhouse the first thing I notice is someone has been in my room. There’s a pair of fucking panties wrapped around a beer bottle laying on my bed and a note that says:

  I fucked myself in your bed.

  xx Carmen

  I crumple the note and toss it along with her nasty ass underwear in the trash can. Crazy fucking bitch. She’s going to fuck this up with Melissa for me if I don’t put a stop to her ass right now. I change my clothes and head down to Hades’ office but he’s not in. I leave a note for him to call me. Carmen stepped in to fill MaryAnn’s place when Cupid claimed her, but she is gonna find her ass on a bus to Get Lostville real motherfucking soon. As I am coming down the hall she is coming out of the door to the basement. Soon as the cunt sees me, she fluffs her hair and sticks her tits out. I roll my eyes and keep walking, seeing her deflate when I ignore her overeager smile and desperate show of batting her lashes at me.

  “Hey, Cocky. I really enjoyed last night.”

  Is she fucking for real?

  I turn around and stomp toward her. “Last night shouldn’t have happened. It won’t ever happen again. You need to get that through your head. Don’t touch my shit or go into my room ever again. Stay away from me and stay the hell away from Melissa and Jimmy. I’m warning you for the last time.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers looking down at her feet. “I can keep a secret.”

  “I don’t want or need you to keep shit. Just stay the fuck out of my way,” I seethe. I don’t give her a chance to respond. I leave the clubhouse and drive straight to Cupid and MaryAnn’s to pick up Jimmy.

  When I walk in, he’s in the kitchen with MaryAnn eating pancakes. Cupid is gone, and the baby is in her swing. “Was he good?”

  “He was missing Melissa at bedtime, but Ryan got him to lay down. Told him you’d give him five dollars if he didn’t cry to go home.”

  “That so?” I look at Jimmy and he grins at me with a sticky face.

  “You ready to go see Santa?” He nods in reply and finishes his milk. MaryAnn hands me a damp paper towel so I can wipe his face and hands off. “Thanks for watching the squirt.”

  MaryAnn studies me. “I guess you spent the night with her last night?”

  I stroke my chin. “You’ll have to talk to Melissa about that.”

  “Oh believe me I will be.” She laughs and hands me Jimmy’s bag. I get Jimmy strapped into his seat and turn the radio onto some rock ‘n roll. He bobs his head and kicks his feet to the beat of the music.

  “I guess I owe you some spending money, huh?”

  He holds his hand up as I look back at him through the rearview mirror and waves his five fingers at me. Kids learn the meaning and value of money fast. I pull in at the apartment a few minutes later. Melissa is just getting out of the shower when the two of us walk in.

  “Did you guys just get here?” Her brows are knitted in confusion as Jimmy kicks his shoes off and I place his overnight bag on the couch.

  “Just came through the door, why?”

  She shakes her head slightly and continues squeezing her damp hair with a towel. “Nothing. It’s just I thought I heard the door open and close while I was in the shower. Maybe it was next door.” My mind immediately goes to Carmen breaking into my room at the clubhouse.

  “Maybe you should start keeping the door locked.”

  “I thought I did, but I was like a zombie until I got in the shower. Was he good for MaryAnn?”

  “Yeah. Apparently, I owe him five bucks for not crying to come home and MaryAnn says the two of you are going to talk soon.” I raise my brows at her.

  “Don’t. She just gave me a bit of a talk yesterday. Put some stuff into perspective for me.”

  “Do I count as stuff?” I nuzzle her neck and she pulls away, motioning her head toward Jimmy. “What? I told you last night, Lissa—you’re mine.”

  “I know it’s just I don’t want Jimmy to think I am always with a different guy. He kind of got attached to Justin and I took him away from his father. If we don’t work out what kind of example am I setting for him?”

  “I told you. I’m not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. I want you and Jimmy to move in with me…eventually,” I tack on the eventually after seeing the murderous glint in her eyes.

  “I don’t want to rush this. Can we talk about it later though? I need to get my ass in gear, so we can make it to the mall to see Santa in time.”

  “Yup.” We definitely will be revisiting the topic sooner rather than later.

  Melissa goes to her room and I sit with Jimmy on the couch while he watches cartoons. A few minutes go by and Melissa calls out for Jimmy asking him if he’s seen her favorite bottle of perfume. “No, Momma,” he tells her, fidgeting his fingers.

  “Did you hide your Momma’s perfume?” I question him, but he shakes his head. I file the idea away for later to buy her a new bottle.

  “It’s the strangest thing. I can’t find my perfume. I could swear I left it on my dresser yesterday. And my favorite black heels are gone.”

  “Maybe you left them at the club,” I suggest.

  She taps her finger on her chin in thought. “No. I don’t think so. Oh well, though I will check the dressing room tonight.”

  “Who is watching Jimmy tonight?”

  “Carmen’s daughter, Marcella, was supposed to, but I haven’t heard back from her since I canceled for last night.”

  “Why don’t I keep him in my office?”

  Melissa arches her brows at me in disapproval. “You keep Jimmy in your office in the back of a strip club?”
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  I shrug. “You got a better idea? I mean, if you’re ready to quit dancing and move in with me we can talk.”

  “Shawn.” I can tell she is fighting the urge to smile.

  “Lissa, you know you’re going to be with me. So say yes. You and little man move in with me.”

  Her darkened gaze narrows on me and her a hand goes to her hip. “Where? At the clubhouse?”

  “Nope, I bought a house. Got a good deal on it.”

  “You did what? When?” Excitement flickers in her eyes as a grin crosses her face.

  “A few weeks ago. Bought it with the two of you living there with me in mind. Merry Christmas!” I pull her into me and claim her lips. Her tongue brushes against mine and I start to get hard feeling her tight dancer’s body pressing into mine.

  “You’re crazy,” she says a bit breathless.

  “Crazy about you. We can go by the house if you want to check it out after we take Jimmy to see Santa Claus.”

  Her brows knit together. “You’re serious?”

  “I wouldn’t lie to you. I told you that I won’t stop until we’re a real family and I meant it.”

  “I don’t know what to say…”

  I spin her around and start slow dancing with her. Jimmy is giggling. “See. Even he thinks it’s a good idea. Say yes.” I kiss her again before she can say no.

  —–—

  Taking Jimmy to see the big fat man was a nightmare. Not because he was bad but because of the other kids. They were like little fucking monsters kicking and screaming. Being mouthy rude little fucks to their parents. I need a drink and a fucking joint after that whole scene. We’ve just pulled up to the house and I am hoping that Melissa can see herself living here with me. I repainted all the walls to cover the ugly ass paint Cupid’s ex had done the place up in. Melissa has a fresh canvas to work with. I am going to get with some of the guys that work for Reaper to redo the kitchen. I’m going to have it completely gutted after the holidays. I know it’s where Mandy killed herself and Cupid had a cleanup crew come in before putting the house on the market, but I know that Melissa would feel more comfortable having everything replaced.