Cobra: Reapers MC Book 8 Page 13

  ~ Geraldine Inoa

  Izzy

  Cobra and I pigged out on dinner, having a little too much to drink on my end. I have to work tomorrow, so let’s pray I don’t end up getting a hangover. While I may have gotten tipsy, I don’t think I overdid it.

  He and I sat on the couch in the living room for quite a while watching the new Witcher series on Netflix. It’s been out for a bit but I just haven’t had the time, and I will never tell a soul how I beat the Wild Hunt a good few times. I’ll keep my inner nerd to myself, thank you very much. Cobra made a joke about how I’m only watching for Henry Cavill. Little does he know the guy just isn’t my type.

  “You have any plans tomorrow night?” Cobra asks from beside me.

  I think hard for a minute, but ultimately grab my phone off the coffee table in front of us and look at my calendar. “Work, then a few meetings for my charity. A woman claims she was fired because her brother was an illegal immigrant and her boss found out. She’s here on completely legal grounds, went through every hoop she had to jump through. She and I have a meeting with one of the lawyers who are donating their services.”

  “I don’t think you told me about your charity.”

  “Oh, well . . . it’s a long story but I’ll shorten it for you. I founded it for those who have had unjust and illegal discrimination against them for matters they can’t control. For example, I was fired from my other network because of changing my hair color from a dirty blonde to this. I founded this because of situations like mine. Only, I have an advantage. I have a public persona, visibility where everyday citizens don’t. So, I’m determined to help them however I can.”

  “That’s commendable.”

  “No, it isn’t. It’s the right thing to do.” I correct him, watching him cock a brow and smile. Cobra slips his arm behind me and pulls me onto his lap. I plant my legs on both sides of his and stare down, waiting for him to flap his jaws.

  “You know, I didn’t want to like you this much. In fact, if I hated something about you it would make fuckin’ you so much easier. But here you are, doin’ sweet shit, showin’ me you have a golden heart.”

  “Don’t get too carried away, we’re just fucking.” I tease, testing the water on what he really wants. Part of me thinks he wants more, that he wants to see if we could work. I curse myself internally but depending on how the coming weeks go I might be open to something besides our arrangement. He just is so damn good at pulling me to him, making me interested, making me want to know things about him. In fact, we don’t know much about one another but I’m looking forward to getting to discover more.

  He smirks softly, “Yeah, right.”

  I muster up the courage to ask him the one thing I’ve been wondering since I got his text. “Cobra, why did you want to come over here? I mean, why here of all places?”

  He curls his lip up slightly before answering, “Because, I like the way you make me feel.”

  “What do I make you feel?” I inquire.

  “Important. Funny. Handsome. Confident. You make me wanna be around you, Izzy. Not many people are good at doin’ that.” His words almost bring tears to my eyes but somehow I hold them back. It’s crazy to me how this dangerous bad boy has such a soft shell underneath his tough exterior.

  “It’s kinda crazy to me how you came here . . . to me, after your night.” Cobra told me after dinner how they got Orion back and what he had to do to not only protect the kid, but the club from future torment. I thought he’d want to be celebrating the safe return of Orion and the demise of their longest standing enemy with his brothers and sisters. Instead, he chose to be with me.

  “Why do you need to make this all about emotions and shit? You’re the one who said it. We’re just fuckin’, babycakes. Maybe I just came here for your peach.”

  “You’re a bad liar,” I point out.

  “Fuck it, I’ll take what I want.” Cobra hisses, grabbing me by the back of the neck, he rises and tosses me over the back of the couch so far that my hands are touching the ground, while the top of the couch is pressing firmly into my hip bones. He tears off my underwear, shoving two fingers inside me with no warning.

  “Well, well . . . what do we have here?” I’m wet. Fuck, I’ve been wet since he texted me earlier asking if he could come over. He pushes his hand down on my lower back, forcing my ass to come up at a bit of a higher angle. Without notice I feel the head of his cock skimming against my outer lips, causing a rush of excitement to swarm over me. He rolls his hips up and down, slowly inching back and forth, somehow able to get his head to tease my clit a bit.

  Cobra removes his hand and I hear a slurping sound. It reminds me of the way someone will lick their hands clean after eating wings, ribs or something similar. He brings his hand around to the front of my neck and squeezes, putting his entire body weight on top of mine. At the same time he rams his cock inside me, fucking me like I’m his worst enemy. Every time he moves I’m being pushed further against the floor from the overall force of his movements.

  “Fuck this, you’re not gonna be able to squirm away from me.” He lifts me up like I weigh nothing but a feather and walks me into the kitchen, puts my back down on the island so my feet hang over and goes to the freezer. I see him shuffling around in the ice box and he grabs an ice cube, walking over to me and shoves up my shirt, revealing my tits to him.

  “Don’t call me a liar, ever, Izzy. We both know you like my dick, and my dick loves this tight cunt of yours. In fact, I’m gonna fill it up pretty soon baby. Fuck, maybe I’ll tie you up and use you all night long, shoving every bit of my seed in there until I’m empty. Do you like the sound of that?” He hisses out, dragging the sharp edge of the ice cube over my nipples. Instantly, they harden from the cool temperature.

  He taunts my nipples over and over again until I’m squirming closer to him, needing his cock to be back inside me. Cobra stops, looks down at me and pinches my nipples in between his fingers. “You’re gonna come for me, babycakes.” He takes the ice cube and brings it down to my clit, teasing me even further until it goes somewhere I don’t expect it. He presses it against my asshole and in one motion its shoved inside me.

  “Give me that cock of yours or don’t bother fucking me at all.” I hiss, glaring at him.

  Cobra puts one hand back on my throat and pulls my hips closer to him with the other, driving his cock back into me. This isn’t like last night. Now he’s acting like an animal, like we’re two beings mating with one another.

  I shimmy my hips closer to him, needing more of the intense pleasure he’s coursing through me. The ice feels crazy in my ass, but I like it. No, fuck that. I love it. I move my hand down to my clit and rub myself, reveling in the feeling of his cock going back and forth inside me and the ice melting. “Oh fuck, yeah. Give me more of your cock, baby.” I beg, tilting my head back while warmth spreads at my core. I’m so close to coming and I need it, I need it so bad.

  “Does your sweet cunt want my seed? Hmm?”

  “Yes,” I rasp out, running my fingers across my clit even quicker. I want to come all over him.

  “Are you my little fuck bunny, Izzy? You my little whore?”

  “I’m whatever you want me to be,” I confess, doubting he knows the truth behind my words. Cobra rips my hand away from my clit and runs his own hand over me, applying much more pressure, fucking me silly at the same time.

  “Fuck, fuck! I’m coming. Oh my god!” I scream out, just as the door opens to my apartment. I see Trav walk in and his eyes widen at the sight of us. I expect Cobra to stop, but he doesn’t. He continues to ram himself inside me.

  “You’re gonna be my little slut until I say otherwise. I own this pussy and you own my snake. You got that babycakes? All of this belongs to you. Any man who dares to come near you will smell my fuckin’ scent on you. God help them if they even try to get near your cunt, ‘cause I’ll make sure to keep fillin’ it up with my seed.” He roars, coming to a complete halt inside me. I feel his cock expand and th
e way he hisses tells me he’s coming inside me.

  Jesus fucking Christ. I’ve had a decent amount of sex, but never has it been like this.

  25

  He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she’d been made just for him.

  ~ Jill Shalvis

  Cobra

  “Am I really seeing you, or am I seeing a ghost?” Dixon chuckles while I make my way into the clubhouse.

  “He’s been getting really friendly with Raven’s old bestie from what I hear.” Kade adds.

  At that I can’t help but respond. “From what you hear? Fuck, is there some sorta gossip train I didn’t know about?”

  Kade busts out into laughter, “One starts when you’ve barely been around for a week, scurrying off for some pussy.”

  “Is it good?” Dixon laughs.

  Kade shoots him a glare, “If it wasn’t, do you think he would have been away?”

  “Good point.” Dixon responds.

  For some reason hearing those two make remarks the way they’re doin’ right now is irritating me a bit. I don’t know why, but I don’t like the way they’re referring to Izzy like she’s just some fuckin’ whore I couldn’t give two shits about. Izzy is my friend. Or, I mean. Whatever. Izzy means somethin’ to me, so they should respect it.

  “Will you both do me a favor and shut the fuck up? You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

  Kade sits up a bit straighter, “Alright, then please tell us what we’re missin’. You fucked Izzy the night she came here, then after we burned Grizzly’s body you scurried off to her apartment to spend some time with her. Now we’ve barely seen you. It sure seems like you’re really enjoying her company.”

  I take in a deep breath and think about how the fuck I’m gonna respond right now. My personal shit isn’t anyone’s business but you don’t get to be in a club like this and have privacy. It simply doesn’t happen. “I gave Izzy the bright idea that we could get over our exes and issues by getting under each other. Now I’m likin’ her more than I thought and I’m not gonna apologize for that. Fuck, I’ve never been in a position like this.”

  “Hell, if you haven’t. You’re just as bad as Zane, and while he might be our National Charter Prez he’s also the resident fuckboy up in Montana.” Damon cackles from the other side of the room. Fuck, I didn’t even see him in here.

  I shake my head, putting my hand up. “No, you’re not understanding me. It’s not like that between me and her. She’s not a clubwhore. She’s . . .”

  “Better?” Dixon replies, trying to fill in the blank. In a way he’s correct, but not entirely.

  “More important to you,” Kade says, getting a curt nod from me in response.

  “Yeah. Her and I were supposed to be doin’ this as a way to get over our past shit. With Onyx betrayin’ the club it really fucked with my head. Meanwhile Izzy has her own demons in her closet. I never thought I’d like her as much as I do. Fuck, I spent three days straight with her thinkin’ somehow she’d end up irritatin’ the livin’ shit outta me and I’d be done with her . . . but the exact opposite happened. I want to spend more time with her. God, I sound like one of those lovesick pussies in those romance movies the chicks like.”

  Kade crosses his arms, throws his head back and laughs for about a solid minute. “No, brother. You’re really diggin’ her. Fuck, you two must have something there.”

  “We’ve known each other for a week, dude. That shit doesn’t happen. Not in real life.”

  “It happened for my father, and my mom. Not my biological mother ‘cause she was a deadbeat, but when my pops and mom met each other. Did you ever hear the story?”

  I shake my head. I probably would’ve shot down anyone who tried to tell me it. I’m not much of a story time kinda guy. “My Pops went out to a rally back in Oregon, I think it was in the late eighties. Well, he walked into this shitty ass bar with his brothers about a mile away and saw my mom gettin’ rammed into by some jackass who thought it was great to scream at women in front of crowds. He told me she was shaking, shivering in the corner like a small dog in a thunderstorm. My dad didn’t know her, but he walked up, slammed his fist into this douchebag’s head and offered her a safe haven. Told her she didn’t have anything to lose by coming with him, and if she stayed she’d probably end up dead. The rest was history after that. He told Zane and I when we were kids the first time he saw her he knew something was there and taught us a valuable lesson in it— always chase after what we desire. I took the lesson to heart when it came to Ivy and while he might not have agreed with me at the time, I know he understood it.”

  “I had no idea. What’s your point, though?”

  “Can you seriously not figure it out? You have something with her, Cobra. Now you can try to fight this shit as much as you want, but one of two things will happen. You’ll be with her and be glad you made the choice, or you’ll fight this tooth and nail and she’ll end up wanting someone who will be there for her in the way she deserves.”

  “You have no idea how much I hate that you’re right.” I grumble.

  “Hey, consider yourself lucky. Some people don’t find anyone who pulls at them with this sorta connection type of shit.”

  The man is givin’ me a bit to mull over in my mind. Deep down I know I’m fighting the way she pulls at my heartstrings. I’m not sayin’ I wanna marry her, but I do want her to be by my side, on my lap, under me as I plow my cock into her, and on the back of my bike. If I take my time getting to know her, maybe I won’t get fucked over like I did with Onyx.

  “Cobra, what do you want from her?” Damon asks, walkin’ over to the side of the clubhouse where Dixon, Kade and I are at.

  “Honestly? I don’t know. But what I do know is I wanna spend more time with her and see what ends up happenin’.”

  “You say you don’t know what you want but think about what you just said. You want Izzy to be more than a piece of ass to you, and there’s no shame in exploring to see if the two of you will work.”

  “Oh, we’d better fuckin’ work. Hell, I might’ve subtly claimed her the other night when I was fuckin’ her, tellin’ her that cunt of hers was mine and all that shit.”

  Kade snickers, “You sound like me when it came to Ivy. Think I said that the third time we fucked. I kept going back to the bar she was working at. Think I went three or four nights straight and damn if I don’t smile back at that memory.”

  “You claimed her alright. That’s for sure.” Dixon adds.

  Damon’s phone goes off, he pulls it from the back pocket of his jeans and stares at the screen. “You boys ever seen any guys with cuts from Kansas?” Damon asks the group of us.

  Immediately I get a sick feelin’ in my stomach. “Anyone get a name?” I ask Damon. His eyes go right back to the text.

  “Lucifer’s something. Mouser couldn’t see them from that far off.”

  God damn. If my past isn’t startin’ to show up at the worst possible time ever. “Lucifer’s Heretics. Yeah, they’re trouble. Didn’t know they were comin’ around these parts, though.”

  “Oh, you know of them?” Damon asks.

  “No, I don’t just know of them. My old man is their Enforcer and let me tell you this club is worse than the Bears. The Bears lived in Candyland compared to my old man and his gang of mayhem makers.”

  “Well then, guess I’ll make sure a couple of guys are tailing them, seeing what they’re up to in our territory.”

  “If you wouldn’t mind, swap me out with Mouser. This is personal to me.”

  “Personal?”

  I nod, “My old man is as sick as they come. A man who manipulates women, beats on them and kids. I’m not lookin’ for any sympathy here, but I can tell you the only times I ever got beat as a kid were from the couple times he came to visit. He threw me against a tree so hard when I was four that I had a compound fracture.”

  “Jesus fucking Chr
ist!” Kade hisses out, lookin’ to our Prez.

  “Yeah, I’ll swap you with Mouser. Sakura asked for you to be her personal detail, but I’ll break the news to her soon. Guess you kinda grew on the woman and she considers you a good friend.” I figured Damon would end up stickin’ one of the brothers next to Sakura for a while, considerin’ she put her neck out on the line for Orion.

  “Sounds good. Before I go, how’s your sister doin’?”

  “Amara isn’t bad. She’s on some pretty heavy painkillers courtesy of Sakura, but according to her Amara is lucky to be alive. If the bullet had gone an inch down, she’d likely be dead.”

  “Jesus, guess we should all be thankful right now.” I suggest.

  Damon nods, “Every moment in our lives is precious. We best not forget that, not any of us.”

  “Agreed. Out of curiosity Cobra, where are you going?” Dixon asks, smirkin’ like the bastard he is.

  “Izzy invited me to a gala with her tonight. Somethin’ the network does to raise money for the Boys and Girls Club. It’s St. Patrick’s Day themed, so how could I say no to free beer and food?”

  “You mean how could you say no to her,” Damon says as he starts to walk off toward the door. I hate to admit it, but my Prez is right. I just couldn’t say no to her, even if I have to shove my balls into a tight ass suit just to be an accessory on her arm at what’s bound to be a stuffy ass dinner.

  26

  She had a weakness for his hand on her neck and his words in her heart. Neither of which did she have the willpower to refuse.

  ~ JM Storm

  Izzy

  The theme for this evening’s event is Hollywood glam. After chatting with a few of the other ladies I see they’re going a little more regal with their dresses. Or at least, those of us who have been subjected to Leonardo’s disgusting habits have.