Cocky Roomie: A Bad Boy Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 1)

by Faleena Hopkins

Until today.

  Every time the office door opens and I hear male voices, I freeze and forget to breathe. I’m not a fan of Hank, but the others are nice. Some are quiet and keep to themselves. Juan is in here the most so he and I have had some nice conversations since I first started working here.

  But if he talked to me today, I wouldn’t remember any of it.

  I hear the doors open just after lunch break, where I opted to stay and work. Don walks up to my desk and hands me a take-out bag. “Got you a burger.”

  “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

  “Ya gotta eat.”

  If I can keep it down.

  “You’re very sweet.” He walks by and Juan comes crashing through the doors with Matt on his ass.

  “Give me that!”

  “Make me,” Juan laughs, running by my desk. They race around and Matt finally pins Juan, who’s much smaller in size, and takes back the crumpled bag.

  I ask, “What’s in it?” smiling in confusion.

  Juan yells, “Porn!”

  Matt mutters, “Asshole,” glancing to me and quickly away. Apparently it is porn.

  They head outside to the trucks so they can return to the site now that break is over. My phone vibrates and I lift it up, knowing it’s him.

  Can you come over tonight?

  Frowning because I didn’t expect to hear from Bernie, I realize Jake hasn’t texted this morning. I guess he’s not going to, now that it’s after one o’clock.

  Oh, Bernie. I just spent a difficult afternoon with you three days ago. What do you want from me?

  And yet, there is always the hope that today will be the day she’s ready to clean up. Every time I see her, it’s because I want to be there when she needs a ride to rehab…and the support of a good friend who only wants her happy.

  I start to type, but a deep voice interrupts me.

  “Hi Drew.”

  My thumbs freeze on the keyboard. I look up and lock eyes with Jake Cocker, handsomer than I remember, and dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt that makes his eyelashes look darker. He’s boring into my soul with a look that is both determined and irritated.

  “Jake,” I croak.

  Drew honey, this is gonna be harder than you thought!

  “Why haven’t you returned my calls? Or texts?”

  I blink a couple times and set the phone down, trying to gather my scattered wits. “Straight to the point, I guess.”

  “Yep.”

  “Because I didn’t want to.”

  “Look at me.”

  “No, Jake.”

  “Drew. Fucking look at me.”

  My eyelashes flutter upward no matter how hard I’m trying to resist that piercing gaze.

  I can’t let myself soften to him after what he did.

  He crosses his arms, the bulk of his muscles pulling the cotton tightly across his pecs and shoulders. This man was meant to be naked.

  “What?” I demand, temper flashing. “I don’t have to respond. Welcome back by the way. You don’t have to worry about this awkwardness we have between us now. I’ve been looking at places and I think I found something I can afford on my own.”

  Anger darkens his features. I inhale sharply and try to look away, but I can’t.

  “You’re moving out,” he grates.

  “I think it’s best.”

  He glares at me, snarls, “Fuck,” then walks past my desk to his office where he slams the door.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper, touching my heart. “Dammit.”

  For the rest of the day he acts like I’m not there. He laughs with the guys when they greet him with, “Good to see you, you fucker!” He and his uncle chortle away in the big, private office about things I can’t hear.

  It’s terribly painful how slow the clock is movin’ today. When it is finally time to go, I am out of here so fast my hair practically flies up from the wind of my exit.

  “Drew!” he shouts.

  “Leave me alone,” I mutter, nerves shot from being ignored for five straight hours. I race to my car rummaging for my keys in my purse. I’ve never felt this clumsy. Why won’t the damn key get in the damn lock?!

  He runs over, literally sprints. Just as I get the door open, he slams it shut. “Enough. This is enough.”

  “Enough of your fake laughter, you mean? Enough of you walkin’ by me over and over and pretendin’ I don’t exist, ignorin’ me like I’m a piece of lint or somethin’?”

  His jaw clenches on a furious glare. “You didn’t want to talk to me, so I didn’t talk to you.”

  “And this is why I can’t date someone in their twenties!”

  Jakes snarls, “Because you won’t even talk to them, or answer a fuckin’ text? Kinda hard to date when you won’t even open your mouth, Drew.”

  “I meant, because you’re immature!”

  “What’s mature about what you’re doing? Pretty sure you don’t know what that word even means.”

  I blink through my fury. “Screw you!”

  He plants his arms on either side of my old Honda, jailing me in, his face very close to mine. “Why won’t you talk to me? I don’t get it. Just because she made a move on me? I can’t help what women are going to do. Especially when it comes to my family.”

  “Not because she made a move, Jake! Because you fucked her! Apparently for hours!” He blinks at me, stunned, so I let him have it, everything I’ve been holding onto since that morning. “Because I woke up to find her wearing the shirt you wore to the BBQ! The one you took to me because you were pretending to be a nice guy! Imagine my surprise when I find her panty-less, coming out of your room and sayin’ how much sex you guys had, when you didn’t even want her stayin’ over! Did you have to say yes to her? I know she’s more beautiful than I am, but she’s my friend and you said all those great things to me, Jake. Why’d you have to take her into your bed after you said those things to me? Why?!”

  He shakes his head, helpless.

  “That’s what I thought,” I whisper. “Now, please release me and let me drive home. This day has made me very tired.”

  But he does no such thing. He surprises the hell out of me by kissing me out of the blue. Shocked beyond anything, I try to push him away, but he wraps his arms around my lower back and pulls me tightly against his hard body. “I thought you just didn’t care about me, Drew,” he rasps against my lips.

  “What the hell, Jake?! You can’t kiss me like that after what you did!”

  In the middle of the fucking parking lot, Jake laughs and kisses me again, crushing my body and doing everything he can to melt my resolve.

  Shoving at him, I croak, “Stop it! You’re not bein’ nice!”

  He grabs my chin and makes me look into his eyes. “I didn’t fuck Bernie, Drew. I tossed her back on the couch and locked my door! She lied to you. She lies! I wouldn’t touch that woman with Juan’s dick! Jesus, what kind of an asshole do you think I am?”

  “A big one?” I whisper, stunned.

  “Didn’t Jason explain how I know her, why I can’t stand her? She almost ruined my brother! If we didn’t knock him into his senses, he would be fucking homeless by now!”

  “I…I guess he didn’t make it clear that…I was wondering why he didn’t mind that you slept with his ex.”

  “What a fuckin’ mess,” Jake grins. “Now stop fighting me because I need to kiss you. You taste like home, Drew. Come here.” He crushes me to him again. This time I do not resist. Bernie lied. She must have snuck in there after he left for work, stripped and put on his shirt. When he said he was distracted — why he didn’t wake me before he left — was probably because she had tried making a move again, and he just wanted to leave.

  With all the missing him I’ve been feelin’ I kiss Jake Cocker back just as hard as he’s kissin’ me. I let his tongue claim me as my heart fills up. His hands feel their way down my back as I eagerly slip my fingers into his hair. He kisses me with such emotion it takes my breath away. If it weren’t for the applau
se, he probably would have taken me right here in public against my car. We break apart as our co-workers shout and holler, all back from the site now that the workday is over. Jakes grins down at me and I stare at him with the most awestruck smile.

  On a chuckle, Don asks the men, “Who’s next for Jake’s welcome home kiss?”

  “Oh! Me!” The guys all yell, raising their hands.

  Jake laughs, “Idiots.” He opens the door and lets me in. “I’ll see you at home?” I nod, glance over to the guys, and blush like crazy. Juan waves to me with just his fingers. Ridiculous. All of them.

  “Bye, weirdos!” I call out as Jake goes to close my door.

  “Bye, Drew!” they sing, teasing me with fluttering eyelashes.

  I cannot get home fast enough.

  DREW

  T he front door opens and my heart starts pounding as he takes off his shoes, eyes on me. Backing into the living room, I blurt out, “I can’t do this if we’re going to be casual.”

  “Mmmhmm,” he smiles, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside.

  “I mean it, Jake. Stop undressing.”

  “You really want me to stop? You don’t want to see me naked?” Flexing his gorgeous chest, he undoes his belt. “You don’t want my cock, Drew? You sure about that?” He drops his pants, steps out of them, pulls off his socks, and palms his erection. Holy oh my goodness. I forgot how beautiful that tip is when it’s full like that. “You don’t want me to fuck you…harder than we did in my office?”

  “Stop. I mean it. I want that. You know I do, but I am not looking for temporary. I want the whole package.”

  “You mean this whole package?” he asks, stroking himself and walking over to stand in front of the flat screen TV. He’s better than any show on television.

  I yank my attention back up to his face. “Stop it! You know what I mean.”

  “Marriage…babies…that whole package?” he groans as his cock grows.

  I can’t decide which is more gorgeous, that or his face. I love it when men bite their own lips as the pleasure builds.

  “Yes. God, Jake, that is distractin’! But yes! I want those things. I mean, I don’t need them tomorrow. We hardly know each other. And maybe I won’t want them at all! I mean, we might be horrible travelers.”

  “What do you mean?” A smile tugs at his mouth.

  “On road trips, we might be terrible together. That would be bad.”

  “Awful. It would be a disaster,” he rasps, eyelids growing heavy as his cock throbs in his hand.

  I am pulsing in my panties like nothing I’ve ever felt. Knowing how good it was to have him inside before, makes the anticipation all the more sweet. The time apart from him has me aching badly for his touch.

  But I’m dead serious about what I want from a man I am sure to fall in love with, if I’m not already there. And Lord help me, but I know I am deeply gone when it comes to Jake Cocker.

  Steeling myself, I inform him, “I won’t settle for being your fuck buddy. It could never work for me.”

  “No? Not even with this?” He holds his length out in his palm. “It’s a good vintage. A very good year. Have a sip.”

  “This isn’t funny!”

  “It’s a little funny, Drew.” He walks over. “Now get on your knees and wrap your lips around my dick, because I haven’t fucked anyone since you and I’m crawling out of my skin to be in that sweet pussy again.”

  I moan, “Jake, I can’t!” as he pulls me to him with one hand and slips his other under the hem of my dress, quickly finding out how damp I am.

  “Shhhh. Open your eyes, Beautiful. Let me get a couple of things straight.” I stare at him. He leans closer. “I am falling in love with you, and that’s a first. I couldn’t think of anything but getting back to you the whole time I was in Denver. I ached for you. More than I missed my family, I needed to hear your voice. I don’t know if it’s the way you blush, or the sweetness in your eyes, or the way you wanted to help your friend when she showed up here high as a fucking kite, or how great you are pretty much everywhere you go. People like you. I like you. Even my family likes you. My Uncle said you’re impressing the shit out of him.”

  “He did?”

  Jake chuckles, “Yeah. But who cares about him? You’re impressing me. And now…oh God, you’re so wet.” He slips a finger inside and closes his eyes at the pleasure it gives him to feel for himself how much he turns me on. “Now I’m going to fuck my girlfriend if you don’t mind.”

  My pulse pounds at the title. I breathe against his skin as I kiss my way down his chest, “I’m too old for you.”

  “Bullshit,” he groans as my fingers wrap around his cock and start to stroke. His hips move with me. I fall to my knees and lick him. “Oh,” he growls. “That feels sooooo good.”

  “Cum in my mouth,” I whisper against his swollen tip before taking him in.

  He fists my hair but lets me control how deep I go. He’s so big I need to use my hand to help. He growls, “Say it again.”

  “Cum all over my lips, Jake,” I moan, licking him from base to tip and cupping his balls gently with one of my warm hands.

  “Oh fuck, you’re killin’ me. You know how much I fantasized about this? Get up here.” He pulls me up and rips my dress to get it off of me. Pulling and tugging at it, he throws the broken thing aside and steps back to look at me. “You’re beautiful, Drew. I know you said your friend was. But that’s bullshit. She’s got nothing on you. Fuck, baby. I have jacked off to fantasies about your hot little cunt maybe a thousand times since we met.”

  “Jake,” I whisper, walking to him. “You mean that?”

  He nods. “Take off your bra.”

  I unsnap it and free my breasts, the tips tight little stones under his hungry gaze.

  “Touch them.”

  I slide my hands up my stomach and then cup the soft underbelly of my breasts for him to watch.

  “Bring them up to my mouth.”

  On my tiptoes, I offer my sensitive nipples for his pleasure. He leans and pulls me close, one arm wrapped around my lower back to arch it, the other pushing my hand out of the way so he can touch me. He licks and nibbles as I moan, giving myself to him. It’s relaxing to feel him suckle me like this, arousing me like he has all the time in the world and nowhere else he’d rather be.

  I feel light-headed and he lifts me instinctively, cradling me in his strong arms, one hand cupping my pussy, massaging me there.

  “I love it when you moan in my mouth like that. I’m going to fuck you like the greedy slut you are.”

  “Jake!” I cry out, but I can’t deny how hot that sounded. “Don’t call me that!”

  “My greedy slut, that’s you, baby,” he grins. “Greedy just for me and only me, huh?” He walks us to the couch and puts me over the arm of it, my ass in the air. Sliding my panties down my excited legs, he stares at my ass for such a long time I turn bright red. Everything is burning for his touch. “Say what you are.”

  “I will not say I’m a greedy little slut, Jake Cocker!”

  He swats my ass, but not too hard. “You just did.” He slides a finger inside me and I moan.

  “Okay, I’m a greedy little slut, but only for you.”

  “Yeah, you are,” he chuckles, finger fucking me from behind. He drops to his knees and sticks his tongue into my pussy cave, pulling my ass apart with both hands. I cry out as he reaches around and flicks my clit in tiny whispers with his index finger at the same time. Wow, does this feel incredibly hot. He knows how sensitive a woman’s body is when she’s this into it, and his finger dances around my little bean with intuitive skill, sometimes lightly, others a little more quick and hard. I am grasping the couch cushions and moaning without inhibition.

  “Tell me what you want,” he groans into my pussy.

  “Your enormous cock,” I cry out as he starts finger fucking me rapidly. “But those are good, too,” I whimper.

  He laughs.

  “I want you to fuck me until you send
me to the hospital,” I whisper.

  He laughs again.

  “Until I never think of another man again.”

  The laughter stops.

  He lays on my back, spooning me over the couch’s arm. His erection is pushing against my asscheeks and I am dying with anticipation for how good it is about to feel.

  He grabs a good fistful of my hair and growls right in my ear, “Done.”

  I gasp as his cock fills my swollen, aching pussy from behind. He groans loudly and pulls me up with him as he pounds me so hard it’s like he wants to imprint himself on not just my body, but my soul. With every hammering thrust of his hips I cry out in extreme pleasure.

  Finally he reveals what’s got him this worked up.

  “Don’t ever mention other men to me again, Drew.”

  Smiling to myself I whisper, “Other men,” and he starts fucking harder.

  “You want to play like that, huh?” he snarls, pulling my hair and clawing into my hip.

  Every rough thrust fills me to my core.

  As the orgasm builds to where it won’t turn back, I moan loudly, “Other men!”

  “Fuckin’ stop it,” he growls, then yells out loudly, too, as he struggles against his own climax. “Oh God!” he shouts, slamming our bodies against each other. He’s so hard and I’m so wet.

  I start to tremble and completely lose it when he says, “I’m going to fill you with my cum so deep I’ll be dripping out of you for weeks.”

  “Promises, promises,” I moan.

  “Fuck!” he shouts as his cock grows harder. “Say it. Fucking say you’re mine.”

  “There are no other men, Jake. Your cock is everything I want. Just you, Jake. Just you, baby.”

  He yells out. I’m throbbing with the tight little burn of oncoming pulses. Jake pulls me up and kisses me while we’re fucking like this. Our tongues lash together as our bodies tighten and clench. The waves start pulsing from his into mine. We gasp together as his juices explode. My cunt is vibrating with each shot, each burst of penetration. Kissing me hard, he grips me to him and releases everything he has to give me. It’s delicious and raw and complete. As the shockwaves ebb and I go boneless, he lifts and lays me down on the couch so he can climb on top of me and collapse. “Sweaty,” he murmurs into my neck. “We’re fucking sweaty. I love it.”