Cocky Rebel : Sofia Sol Cocker (Cocker Brothers, The Cocky Series Book 13) Read online

  Cocky Rebel: Sofia Sol

  Faleena Hopkins

  Hop Hop Productions Inc.

  Copyright © 2017 by Faleena Hopkins — Hop Hop Productions Inc.

  Cover Photo by: Tommy Chung (Ig: @photoist.miami )

  Cover Model: Tina Brady (Ig: @tinabrady )

  Cover Design: Faleena Hopkins (Ig: @faleenahopkins )

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any person or situation that resembles real life is pure coincidence. Everything in here, except for the geographic locations, was invented in the imagination of the author.

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  Contents

  Sofia Sol… only child of Jett and Luna Cocker (from Book 2, Cocky Biker).

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  43. From Me.

  Cocky Fun to Deepen Your Experience

  (1) Jake Cocker - Cocky Roomie

  (2) Jett Cocker - Cocky Biker

  (3) Jaxson Cocker - Cocky Cowboy

  (4) Jason Cocker - Cocky Romantic

  (5) Justin Cocker - Cocky Senator

  (6) Jeremy Cocker - Cocky Soldier

  (7) A Honey Badger X-Mas

  (8) Hannah Cocker - Cocky Senator’s Daughter

  (9) Ethan Cocker - Cocky Genius

  (10) Gabriel Cocker - Cocky Rockstar

  (11) Emma Cocker - Cocky Love

  (12) Eric Cocker - Cocky Quarterback

  (13) Sofia Sol Cocker - Cocky Rebel

  About the Author

  Sofia Sol… only child of Jett and Luna Cocker (from Book 2, Cocky Biker).

  “Cocker Brothers, The Cocky Series” has free bonus scenes for every novel that take place years later.

  All stand-alone love stories, so they can be enjoyed out of order. They do tie in, are written chronologically, and there are Easter Eggs throughout (little clues, family inside-jokes). For the true fan, you’ll get the most of this crazy family if you start from the beginning. Up to you!

  This novel: Eric Cocker is Jake’s youngest (Book 1) , which means he's Ethan (Book 9) and Emma’s (Book 11) brother. That means this immediate family is complete, and I’m moving onto the others.

  Get a glimpse behind the Story. In most of these novels there is a note from me after the story ends.

  Welcome to the family!

  Because there have been copycats, if you’re looking for a Cocker Brothers, The Cocky Series novel, please make sure your “Cocky” book has Faleena Hopkins as the author. Enjoy!

  Wild nature is enriched by sensuality.

  Michael Frome

  Chapter 1

  SOFIA SOL

  Barely a sliver of moonlight traces over our naked bodies, entwined in a bed of overgrown grass that nobody here has time to mow. A knotted oak tree hides us all the way in the farthest reach of our enormous backyard behind the dilapidated plantation we Ciphers call home.

  Our home. All of us.

  Including the sweaty young hunk on top and inside of me. We’re not supposed to be locked like this. And for good reason.

  So they say.

  Sex is a line we’re forbidden to cross with each other. It’s not like he and I are genetically related.

  We aren’t.

  But we might as well be.

  From my earliest memories he’s been in my life.

  They all have been, those voices we can hear in the distance while Melodi cooks jambalaya for the Ciphers as they drink from ice-cold beer cans, celebrating and not noticing our absence. The laughter is riotous. After we make it home safely from a dangerous job like today’s, it’s party time. But their guffaws and back-slapping and bets would halt if they knew who was making me moan like this.

  My father would lose his shit.

  My mother might be worse.

  I swear she was put on this planet to ride my ass.

  And his dad’s biker name is after the most fearless creature in the Guinness Book of World Records. With those three at odds, if they found out we fucked, bloody fists would be inevitable. That’s part of what makes this so damn hot.

  I moan as he pushes inside me, and he groans the sexiest sound a woman can hear.

  We’ve obeyed their strict rule about no sex, for years. Out of respect to the structure. The elders rule the Ciphers, as they should…I guess. Hard for me to submit to any kind of authority, and I’m not alone in that. We all have that character flaw—it’s why we’re so happy here among a bunch of law-breaking bastards and bitches.

  Motorcycle clubs are families of a wilder sort that no normie can understand. Some of us are joined by blood. Others by bond alone. We’d die for each other. Some of us have.

  We’re just not normal.

  Never will be.

  Never want to be.

  So how fair is it that we’re made to stay platonic? We train together every day, get sweaty, sneakily eye droplets sliding down hard muscles and ripe curves. For years!

  Enter temptation.

  Enter succumbing to desire.

  Enter, finally, me.

  My back arches under his body of rock and muscle and discipline. His cock is long, not thick, which was surprising considering how stocky Atlas is. But it feels fantastic. In the darkness we move like animals, his length stroking inside me with an urgency, aware of the time.

  I peek back at the sound of my father’s laughter. “He’s not coming out here, is he?”

  Atlas stops moving and cranes his neck. “Nah, they’re all in the kitchen still. Just stop moaning so loud.”

  “I’ll try,” I grin, running my fingers up the cords of back muscles. “Lie to me. Say they’re coming outside.”

  “They’re walking up,” he growls. “How’s that?”

  “So good,” I moan, gripping him. The sizzle builds in my core, pools in my thighs, wrapping them tighter around his rock hard ass. “The forbidden, fuck I love it!”

  “I knew you’d feel this good, Soph,” he growls, pulling my head back by my hair. He sucks on my extended tongue and we immediately deepen the rough kiss, the first we’ve ever shared, devouring each other. It feels a little weird, if I’m honest.

  “You hear them?” I moan.

  “Yeah.”

  “They could come out any minute!”

 
; He grins and pummels me. “We worked up an appetite on that mission.”

  I grab his thick bottom lip, give it a nibble, and release it. “We sure did.” He serves me ten long strokes making me writhe, everything burning. Suddenly I feel his nails threaten to cut my skin. My hand flies up. I slap his face, hard. “No marks!”

  He grins, challenges me, “Afraid?”

  “Try that one more time and this will be the last time you fuck me. Got it?”

  The wicked smile evaporates. “Won’t happen again.”

  We start to move and he takes his anger out on me, fucking me with his bruised ego. I like it more than any woman should.

  My breaths get ragged and I buck underneath him. “Atlas, come on, why are you holding back?”

  “Don’t fuckin’ tell me what to do,” he snarls, falling for my plan to get him riled up more. “You’re not the boss of me!”

  Oh, but I am.

  Grabbing his earlobe with my teeth I hiss, “Make me cum!”

  He goes nuts.

  Moaning, I crane back and bite my lip, core pulsing in thick bursts. His shaft is filled to capacity, thrilled by my challenges, cutting a memory into me that we’ll have for the rest of our lives. But I don’t want to think about that right now.

  I add for good measure, “I’m your little bitch!”

  “That’s fuckin’ right!” He captures my neck with his teeth. Not too hard, just a taste. He won’t leave a mark and risk never being inside me again after I warned him. “You’re my dirty little bitch. Your sweet, hot pussy, I love it. Ah fuck!” he groans as his orgasm nears.

  “Martinez, don’t you dare come inside me!”

  He gives the most amazing wince. “I’ve got this.” But his lip’s curled and dark eyes flash with lust and heat. “Steady,” he groans to himself, “Steady now.” He’s watching my face as I near the edge, and his changes, eyes flickering. “You’re so beautiful Sofia Sol, you know that?”

  “Shut up! I don’t want to hear that shit right now.” I smack his bicep, grip it, and arch up to kiss him. “I’m close,” I whisper, “Don’t bring up sentimental bullshit and ruin it.” He digs his knees into the backs of my thighs, circling his sculpted hips, his cock begging pleasure from my body. “So close…so close…oh oh ooooooh!” My pussy tightens, clamps down on him in hot pulses, mind going numb and eyes rolling in the back of my head. “Yes!”

  He grimaces, fights the urge to join me.

  His inner animal is disciplined a lot more than mine is. His father taught his two sons well how to control themselves. I’ve seen it on the missions, and now I’ve had my first taste of it in sex.

  I wouldn’t have chanced this if I couldn’t bank on that control. I’ll be damned if Atlas causes a war by leaving a baby in my belly.

  Because I’d keep it.

  And then where would we be?

  Stuck.

  No, thanks.

  As the throbbing wanes ever-so-slightly, the first signs that I’m coming down, I shove him off of me. Atlas reacts with shock, until I dive and take his cock in my mouth to finish him. Sucking and licking his slippery length, I taste myself and love every second of it. It’s meant to be this good. It’s supposed to be dirty. It’s supposed to be fucked up.

  To drive him absolutely insane, I cup his tender sack and press on the skin just behind it. Poor guy has to bite his arm to stop from roaring as hot semen shoots between my lips in thick pulses. I tease the intensity of his orgasm to lengthen it as long as I possibly can. It only ends for guys quickly when they’re in their heads, think you don’t enjoy it, or when they don’t give a shit about you. But I’m a woman who loves to get men off, and that trait will melt even the most jaded male.

  On the road I’ve taken more lovers than I can count. I’ve also lost track of how many have cried when I casually announced I was moving on. They didn’t bawl or beg because they particularly liked my company. I’m not easy to spend time with. I’ll tell you my opinion even if you don’t want it. My standards are high, but unpredictable. Some things matter very much to me, and other things that might to another woman, don’t. But you never know which until I make it really fucking clear.

  I’ve been called a bitch, a whore, a cunt, a demon, the devil incarnate, insane, dangerous, fucking crazy, out of my damn mind, and once…a sociopath. That’s the only one I argued with because it was so far from the truth that it pissed me off. Sociopaths don’t feel anything. They don’t experience other people’s pain. They’re the serial killers of the world whether they’re actually taking lives, or just emotionally and spiritually killing people for the sick fun of it.

  I’m not a sociopath in even one cell of my being. I feel more than I want to, and I fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. We all do here. You’re not a Cipher if you don’t give a shit.

  “Sofia!” my mother calls from the house. “Dinner!”

  I’ve just eaten, thanks.

  Chapter 2

  SOFIA SOL

  The back screen door clatters behind me as I walk into the Ciphers’ kitchen, alone, bearing no signs of the secret we gave birth to. It won’t come crying into the world in nine months but it, too, will last a lifetime.

  My mother glances over, her dark beauty shimmering even in her older years. Sophia Loren had nothing on Luna Cocker. Raquel Welch maybe could compare. Mom’s been likened to Penelope Cruz more times than she cares to know about. To me all of those old screen beauties don’t hold a candle to the fire that blazes from this woman’s heart after all the good she’s done for a society who doesn’t even know she exists.

  But she can be a real bitch sometimes.

  “You didn’t hear me call, or were you just ignoring me?” she demands, fists propped on her hips.

  “I’m not wearing a leash, am I? Give me a fuckin’ break.” I mount a stool beside the industrial-sized kitchen island so I can eye the ravaged platters better. “Looks like you all did fine without me.”

  My father ambles in, huge shoulders swaying as he smacks Mom’s ass, throws his arm around her and kisses her grey-streaked, long black hair. It shuts her up for a second, and he takes over, locking onto my matching grey eyes that he passed down to me, his sharp as he barks, “Talk to your mother like that, and I’ll take your bike apart and hide the pieces.”

  A half-grin tugs at my mouth. “Fine.”

  Removing herself from his side to come face me, her nostrils flare. I feel my heart quicken as she nears. Even as an adult she’s the only person who makes me nervous. I care way too much about what Luna Cocker thinks. “Lose the smirk. Don’t let your father’s charm make you forget who is boss around here. He is. Show respect to him and to me, or I’ll make him follow through with that threat and you won’t join us on the next mission, understood?”

  My eyes widen.

  She hit me where it hurts.

  I live for our work. Just like she does.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Where were you?”

  “Taking a walk.”

  Her dark eyelashes narrow. “You smell like sex.”

  My lips part, and I flick a worried glance to Dad. The look on his face is horrible. He had no idea that was a possible reason for my absence…and now he’s ready to kill.

  I mumble, “Just one of the neighbor’s ranch hands. I was celebrating.”

  But Ciphers tsunami into the room, changing the air in an instant with loud laughter and shouts of victory. It appears that Honey Badger, Atlas’ father, just got his ass handed to him in a pool game by Tonk.

  Before Dad can demand a name, Honey Badger smacks his shoulder. “You lost fifty bucks, Jett.”

  Dad digs out his tattered-by-time, brown leather wallet, then embeds two twenties and a ten into Tonk’s chest with a hard slap. “How the fuck did ya beat the Badge?” He looks over, finally letting me out of jail. My father can stare harder than any man I’ve ever met.

  Tonk grins, “He scratched the eight ball!” while his wife, Carmen, beams at him like he in
vented the game. He wraps an arm around her and plants a quick, rough kiss to those smiling lips of hers. Nobody here is as sickeningly sweet as those two. My best friend, Celia, was born from a love so true and filled with gratitude I’ve never heard her parents argue once. Her brother Tonk Jr. is a sad disappointment, however. Not sure how they’re even related. Barely even look alike.

  Scythe’s deep baritone chortles as he razzes Honey Badger, “You cleared the table, then scratched the eight ball next shot!”

  “Yeah yeah yeah.”

  “That’s like riding to—”

  “Ah shut up!”

  Fuse grabbed a chicken wing while they were going on, and he waves it. “I miss Scratch. Gotta give him a call. Last I heard he had the flu, anyone know if he got better? Wife, you call Mona and check on that?”

  “I did,” Melodi nods, wringing a rag out and tossing it by the sink. “He came out of it okay, but she was worried there for a second. He’s no spring chicken.”

  “Winter chicken is more like it.”

  Dad points at me to demand the name of who I messed around with, but again he’s interrupted. This time by Meg as she hurries into the room with Denita by her side. “Jett, the police are coming up the drive!” She looks at her husband, Honey Badger, who she always calls by his birth name. “Antonio, it’s the same ones who pulled us over last Monday.”