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

by Faleena Hopkins

  He breaks from the kiss to growl, “Can’t wait, huh?”

  I moan, “No, I can’t. I need you.”

  He grabs my other thigh and lifts me up, his blunt tip impaling me. He holds my eyes, a deep frown piercing his heavy brow. He pulls my hips down until I take him all the way into me, my fingers clutching his back as I’m throbbing with the first clash of my climax.

  “Oh God!” I cry out, closing my eyes as the orgasm breaks free.

  “Holy shit,” Tobias moans. “Fuck you feel so good. Cum for me, babe. Let go. Give me everything.”

  He starts bucking his hips, gorgeous body lancing mine to perfection.

  I’m filled, fucked, and satisfied for the first time in my life.

  My breaths come in sharp hitches as he moves with precision, drawing out my orgasm until I can’t hold myself up. He’s got a good hold of me, and presses us against the wall so he can really get to work. I whimper against his open, growling mouth, the ache of pleasure tightening my core. He is in total control, and I am so not.

  My eyelashes flutter as I watch his expressions. The pleasure. His sensual grimaces. My head swings to the side and I press my cheek into the wall to whisper, “Oh God! I’ve never felt anything this good before!”

  Tobias murmurs something unintelligible into my neck as he arches his hips up, spinning them in a circle, his groin against my clit. I cry out with surprise as more waves threaten to break inside of me. He grunts, “Oh fuck baby. Yes, give it to me. Give it.”

  My moans grow higher and louder as it builds. He locks his mouth with mine and I completely lose it, clenching and unclenching on his cock with a pounding heat I can’t believe.

  When I start to subdue, my chest heaving, I meet his eyes and see him frowning with sexual frustration as he holds back his own release.

  “I want freedom. No more chains. I want it all, Tobias.”

  He roars and bites his lip, holding back. “We’re not wearing protection, baby.” He grunts, hissing between sentences, “Can’t get you pregnant. That’s a decision we have to make together. Can’t do it like this.”

  “I want you to cum,” I whimper, my pussy clenching around him in sweet, hot aftershocks.

  He’s barely listening, so lost in the thrill. I thrust my breasts into him. His head jerks down so he can drink in my soft mounds pressed against his muscles. He begins to move faster and his head throws back as he closes his eyes and groans, “Oh fuck!” On a hiss he tells me, “I’m gonna blow.”

  Latching onto his earlobe I give it a nibble and whisper, “I can’t wait.”

  “Fuck!” he shouts, pounding me harder. But then he pulls out and sets me down with one hand to grab his slippery shaft with the other and pump it until white, hot semen shoots out. So fucking sexy. But kind of a waste, too.

  Who am I to complain?

  I cry out and his eyes shoot open. “What?”

  “The tub!”

  Tobias leaps to it and shoves his hand in, unlocking the drain and splashing some overflow onto the tile floor. As loud gurgling noises echo around us, we relax and lock eyes, the water slowly going back to a safe level.

  He gives me a lopsided grin and I start laughing. “You’re a distraction, Hannah.”

  “Yeah, but the best kind.”

  He chuckles and extends his hand. I lay mine on it, both of us naked and embedded with bits of sand.

  He’s gazing up at me. “That was amazing.”

  Nibbling on my bottom lip I nod. “You know what you’re doing,” I whisper, happily giving him full credit.

  He shakes his head, “Never felt like that before. I almost took you up on that offer.”

  “Offer?”

  “To cum inside you. I can’t believe we didn’t use a condom. I’ve used them ever since I was twenty.”

  “Every time?”

  “Yep.”

  “You’re safe, right?”

  His eyes narrow as he searches for my meaning. “Oh, I’m clean, yeah. Nothing going on down there that you don’t want.”

  “Probably should have asked earlier.”

  He slides his fingers around my thigh and kisses my trimmed mound. “I would never put you in danger.”

  The look in his eyes is unnerving so I glance to the tub. “It’s ready.”

  His back is so beautiful I have to run my hand down it, admiring the knots of muscle as he plugs the tub again, the water at the right level now.

  “Ladies first.”

  “Oh, it’s the perfect temperature. If were any hotter it would be too much, any colder and we’d have to get out soon.”

  He steps in and groans, “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

  “Your cuts don’t hurt?”

  “What cuts?” he smirks, resting his back against one side of the tub. He pulls me to him, my back against the wall of his chest. “I don’t feel these things anymore.”

  Snuggling into his body’s added warmth I sigh and close my eyes.

  “So, that video thing...” he says.

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Your cousin was very protective of you.”

  “She’s made that way.”

  Tracing my arm with his fingertips he murmurs, “I Googled you. Someone said you were a Senator’s daughter and I had to check that out.”

  My eyelashes flutter open in shock. The room starts to spin as rage ignites.

  Our Secrets - Tobias

  Her body tenses and I know I just fucked up. “Shit,” I mutter.

  She quickly stands, water cascading down her stunning form as she holds her head high, the mask back.

  “Hey, you don’t have to leave. Get back in the water.”

  “I’m rinsed off, thanks,” she coldly says as she steps out and yanks a fresh towel from a pile the maids left.

  I stand up with the water rushing off me. She tosses a towel to me on her way out of the bathroom, surprising me. “Thanks.”

  “No problem. See? I’ve got manners.”

  Chuckling under my breath, I mutter, “Oh, I get it.”

  She appears in the doorframe. “What?”

  “You’re going to push me away now because you’re pissed. And you’re going to act like a spoiled brat, too.” Those ice-green eyes of hers steel and narrow. Drying off my package I gruffly say, “Look, we live in a world where everything is on the Internet. You can find out a lot about a person so it’s not that strange that I checked you out. Can’t you just take it as a compliment?”

  Her mouth drops open, and fury shoots out of her eyes. “Oh, sure! Thank you. You could have just asked me! Hey, Hannah, tell me about yourself!” She storms out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped tightly around her body, wet hair sticking to her soft shoulders.

  Locking my towel around my waist I stride out to the balcony. She’s gripping the railing, staring at that water below. “You gonna jump?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Ha ha.”

  “I’m just trying to make light of this so we can get past it.”

  Leaning her back against the bars she crosses her arms. “Did you just…”

  I cut her off. “Fuck you because you’re semi famous? No!”

  She glares at me. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

  “Yeah I fuckin’ do actually. A girl was hiding in my locker room just tonight! You think I’m a nobody? Because I ain’t. In my world people know who I am, too, so what the fuck do I gain by…I can’t even say it so stop thinking it.”

  Blinking a couple times she lowers her angry stare to the ground. “Well, I didn’t look you up.”

  “I’m insulted. What, I’m not interesting? You just wanted my body and didn’t care about who I am or where I’ve been?”

  A small smile twitches her lips but she shakes her head like she won’t let me in without a fight. “I was planning on asking you in person.”

  “Look at me, Hannah.” She shakes her head. I cup her chin and wait until she allows me in, eyelashes floating up as her head rises. That fucking sadness
is back. I hate it. “This guy mentioned something and I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. I’m only human. I was curious, and frankly I didn’t like that he knew something I didn’t. So I checked it out. And I’m sorry. I’m really fuckin’ sorry that happened to you.”

  Her eyes flicker. I think she expected my apology to be for Googling her. When I meant it for her pain, that cut her pretty deep.

  Biting her lip she tries to flutter away from my steady gaze, but I’m not having it.

  “You wanna talk about it? Because I’m all ears. I can tell you don’t trust people, but you can trust me.”

  She swallows, searching my eyes to see if I’m serious. “No, I can’t.”

  “Because I won’t ever betray you.”

  Like someone stabbed her, her eyes widen. “Tobias,” she moans, trying to cover her face. Looks like I hit a sore spot.

  So I cradle her head to my chest, my other arm firmly holding her. The sadness called to me from the photograph because I feel it in my bones, too. I recognized her troubled soul because mine is just as haunted.

  “Someone betray you?”

  She whispers, tucked into me, “It’s just hard to accept good things without thinking they’re going to end.”

  “I know that feeling. It’s my ground zero.”

  She looks at me. “Why?”

  Oh hell, I didn’t want to drudge up bad memories, but I know this is the way she’ll let me in again. I deserve that trust because I meant what I said, I wouldn’t betray her. I don’t betray anyone.

  She’s gazing at me, waiting.

  “I don’t know who my dad is, gorgeous. Never had one. Just a string of Mom’s boyfriends. Whenever I started becoming friends with one, Mom would do something to fuck it up. She was really hard on her men. Never let ‘em make a mistake. They’d leave. I stopped trying. I had to learn how to be a man on my own. Never knew what having a dad felt like.”

  Hannah’s soft fingers slide up my neck and around my skull, her touch soft and comforting. I close my eyes and lean into the stroke. “She didn’t tell you who he was? Your father?”

  The truth is too raw to expose without old pain rising, so I blink away from her, exhaling from my soul. “Could have been one of three. When she told me that, I didn’t want the shame of making them take tests. Didn’t want them not wanting me. It was downright embarrassing. Never even looked ‘em up.” Rubbing my eyes I admit, “Fuck, it’s been so long since I thought about this. No, I looked ‘em up, but I didn’t tell ‘em. And one guy’s dead now. Motorcycle accident. I guess I thought if he turned out to be my dad I wouldn’t want to know it. What if he would have been a good father? I couldn’t take it. Better to imagine he’s walking around still alive, you know? Even if it’s just a fantasy.”

  I meet Hannah’s beautiful eyes and see tears hovering in them. “I know that feeling, wanting to imagine they’re still out there somewhere. A car struck my mom. I never got to say goodbye. I didn’t know I’d never see her again when she left for work that night. But you already know that.” She shrugs, frowning and pulling away from me.

  “No, tell me. I don’t want to hear it from the press. Fuck those guys. I want to know what happened, babe.” Bringing her back to me, I hold her sadness. She burrows into my chest and wipes her eyes, both of us facing the shimmering water now, her head to the side.

  “Um…I haven’t talked about this in a long time. My mom was so beautiful. Dark blonde hair and pretty blue eyes that were always smiling. She had this big laugh, the kind where people turned and wondered what was so funny. It was just us, she was a single mother, and so we lived very bare bones. But I didn’t care. I didn’t know we were poor.”

  “Yeah, we didn’t have money, and I didn’t know it until I was like ten or something when someone made fun of my clothes. One of my mom’s boyfriends had an older son and they were his.”

  “Too big then?”

  “Yep. I started working out so I could make them fit.”

  Hannah presses closer into me, her fingertips tracing my skin. “My mom read to me every night, and taught me how before Kindergarten. She was really patient, you know? I don’t remember her ever losing her temper, at least not with me.”

  “You see her lose it with someone else?”

  “She got mad at a plumber once, called him a robber. And when he left she kneeled in front of me and said, ‘Don’t ever let them take advantage of you because you’re a girl, Hannah.’ I think it’s my strongest memory of her. But I have photos, and my grandma recorded stories with my dad before she died.”

  I whisper, “How many?”

  “Tons.” Hannah’s chest caves in as she rubs her nose then wraps her arms around me again. She feels so good. “I haven’t listened to them in years. They’d make me miss her too much, and I miss her so badly already. I want my mom. I need her! Why’d that have to happen to her?” Her shoulders start shaking while I rock her.

  “I know, gorgeous, it sucks.”

  “So bad! It sucks so bad,” she whispers. “I hate it. I have a stepmother, and I love her. She’s great, and I know I’m lucky. I shouldn’t feel this badly, but Tobias, I want my real mom to meet my children. I want her to see who I marry. I want her to be able to slap my dad, like really hard! Maybe two times.”

  Quietly laughing at that last one, I ask, “You can’t do it?”

  “No,” she sighs, chuckling through the tears. “He’s too good a guy. But I kind of want to.” My chest rumbles with hers and then we go quiet together. “Thank you, Tobias.”

  “For?”

  “I think I needed to talk about her. I never do. All my cousins have both their parents. It’s only me who doesn’t, so they can’t ever understand. But then it’s like she was never here, and that’s not good.” Hannah meets my eyes. “And I’m sorry about what happened to you. I know they’re not the same stories…”

  “…but they’re the same feelings.”

  “Same loss.” Her stomach growls and she glances to it, making a face at the timing.

  I laugh and trace her cheek. “You hungry, babe?”

  “Yeah, a little.”

  “Let’s get room service.”

  Her hand slides down my stomach and under my towel, which unlatches the haphazard knot. The damp cotton drifts to the ground. She takes hold of my sleeping length and smiles up at me, looking so beautiful my heart shudders. “I know what we can do while we wait for food to get here.”

  One of my eyebrows cocks up and I murmur against her waiting lips, “Let’s make the pain go away.”

  Love All This - Hannah

  The covers are tangled in heaps with two trays of food balanced on the bed between Tobias and I.

  One of the hotel’s thick, terry cloth robes is keeping me warm, but it’s untied, my breasts exposed as I sit cross-legged with it bunched over my lap while I’m nibbling on tender short ribs.

  Tobias is naked, one of his legs up, the other on the bed, his package on full display, resting until needed again. He’s devouring his second gourmet burger complete with fried egg, avocado, and crispy bacon, groaning at every bite.

  He locks eyes on me, mouth full as he smiles.

  “You’re really enjoying that.”

  After chewing enough to be able to speak coherent words, he says, “You’ve given me an appetite.”

  Reaching for my ice water I mutter, “You should keep yourself in better shape.”

  His eyes go wide and he throws a French fry at me. “Oh yeah? This isn’t good enough for you, babe?” Flexing his bicep he eyes me from the side, making it dance in a swift beat.

  “I’ve seen better.”

  He starts laughing, challenging me, “Where?!”

  “Your other arm.” He cracks up and I start laughing, too.

  Before taking another gargantuan bite, he motions between us. “You and me? Good stuff.”

  “Give me those fries, you greedy monster.” On my reach he grabs my fingers and strokes them with his thumb as we l
ook at each other. He releases me and, after snatching up a handful of crispy goodness, I lean back on my heels and glance down to follow his stare. One of the French fries gets raked across my nipple as I ask him, “You looking at this?”

  He stops chewing and swallows hard what was left in his mouth, tossing the burger onto the tray to reach over and touch me. My crest hardens immediately under the rough pads of his fingertips as he tenderly strokes it. “She’s coming to life for me.”

  I know he’s talking about my sensitive tip, but all I can think is, he could be talking about me.

  Those shadowy blue eyes rise to meet mine and we stare at each other while he touches me. I feel his fingers dip under the heavy hang and trace where my breast hides part of my ribcage. My body is attuned to his touch now. Every cell wants more of what he offers.

  He exhales and leans back to his side of the bed, picking up the crushed burger. “What are you ladies doing tomorrow?”

  “You mean today?”

  He smirks, “Yeah.”

  “Emma’s never been here, and she needs a vacation, so we’ll probably go shopping or lay on the beach. Drink foofy drinks you’d laugh at. Girl stuff. Why?”

  “Maybe Andy and I could join you,” he shrugs.

  My heart skips and I give him a happy smile that I should probably subdue, but I just can’t. There’s no mask between us, no acting like we’re not into each other. He eyes me, and smiles at my reaction.

  Licking BBQ sauce off my fingers from a fresh spare rib, I murmur, “Yeah, you should do that.”

  He chuckles, “I think I should. How long you in town for?”

  “We were supposed to be gone already.”

  “That woulda been a fuckin’ tragedy,” he mutters before shoving five fries in his mouth, chomping while saying, “I wouldn’t have met you.”

  I blink to the tray, too full to eat more. “That would have been a tragedy. You wouldn’t have won that fight.”