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  Cocky

  A Taboo Short

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  COCKY (A Taboo Short)

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  http://www.CrescentSnowPublishing.com

  Published by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Copyright © July 2016 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  Digital Edition

  First E-book Publication: July 2016

  Editor: Em Petrova

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Cocky (A Taboo Short)

  Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Blurb

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Coming Soon | Enjoy an exclusive teaser at the next Taboo Short, Rowdy, coming soon!

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  Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Beautiful Torment

  Book 1: Zeke’s Rule

  Club Corruption

  Book 1: Corruption

  Book 2: Bound

  Taboo Shorts

  Book 1: Teacher’s Pet

  Book 2: Player

  Book 3: Cherry

  Book 4: Taboo

  Book 5: Cocky

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC

  Book 1: Owned by the Bastard

  Book 2: Bent, Not Broken

  Book 3: Hard As Steel

  The Soldiers Bonus Story (free story available on CSP website)

  Book 4: Dead Bastard

  Boxed set (books 1-3+ bonus story)

  Book 4.5: Ruin and Rise

  Book 5: The Way I Like It

  Book 6: Lost In You

  Book 6.5: All or Nothin’

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter

  Book 1: Beast

  Book 2: King

  Blurb

  Malachi

  I wanted her like a fiend, but she was off-limits, the sister of a fellow fighter. But because I was a bastard I didn’t care, even if I should. She was sweet and innocent, and I was this dirty asshole that had my fair share of women. She deserved better, but even knowing that I couldn’t help but go after her.

  I wouldn’t even try and talk myself out of it.

  Violet

  I knew I shouldn’t want him. He was bad news, cocky, and had a reputation that should have made me run in the other direction. But there was something inside of me that was drawn to him. His bad boy persona was like gasoline to the fire raging inside of me. If I were smart, I’d walk away.

  I wasn’t smart when it came to Malachi.

  But having him would cause problems, especially if my brother Rowdy found out, and I knew sooner or later he would. I had to ask myself if one night with Malachi was really worth all the repercussion that would come from it.

  Chapter One

  Malachi

  She came in with Rowdy and I swear my fucking dick went on alert instantly. My balls drew up, and a surge of adrenaline rushed through my veins. She wore these little fucking shorts that gave me a glimpse of the crease where her thighs and ass met. I remember thinking I was going to fuck her good and hard, make her another notch on my bedpost.

  I had no shame in saying I liked being with women. It didn’t matter their shape, size, hell, I didn’t even care how old they were as long as they were legal.

  I might be cocky and a dick at times, but I wasn’t a sick fuck.

  But the first time I’d seen her was over a year ago, and even though I could have tried to hit that, I refrained.

  Patience was definitely not a virtue I had.

  The gym where I worked out and trained at was filled with other MMA fighters ... the same as me. The scent of sweat and adrenaline, the feel of heat surrounding everything and everyone, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, was something that consumed me. This was my life, fucking was what I did to relax, and ever since I saw her sweet little ass she’s all I’ve been thinking about.

  To say I wanted her was the biggest fucking understatement of the century, but I held back, and that was not something I’d ever done before. Frankly I was confusing the hell out of myself.

  I walked over to the ropes, rested my forearms on them, and stared at her. Fuck, I didn’t even know her name.

  She was talking to Rowdy, one of the fighters that trained with me. When she rose on her toes to give him a hug, this jealous part of me rose up. I’d never been hung up on women before, never even gave a shit what happened to them after I pulled my dick out of their tight heat. I fucked them and left the next morning, and I never gave it a second thought.

  Even after only a few times of seeing her it was the image of her naked and spread for me that I jerked off to.

  But she’d only come in here a few times, and the fact I wanted her this badly, without ever even speaking to her, told me I had to be one fucked up asshole.

  I’d convinced myself I was so fucking hung up on her because I wanted to fuck her so badly I’d gotten obsessed with her.

  But as much as I wanted to turn away from the sight of her touching some other asshole, even if it was innocent, a part of me forced myself to stay, to look at her.

  She pulled away from Rowdy and smiled up at him, and I swear the fucking room lit up like fireworks had just been set off.

  “We doing this or not?” Stone said from behind me, the other fighter ready to get down and dirty as we boxed.

  “Fuck off and wait a minute,” I replied, my focus on her. Stone grumbled something under his breath.

  She walked over to the benches and sat down, facing the punching bags. I didn’t give a fuck that I was staring at her, that I couldn’t even pretend that I didn’t want her in a bad way.

  I lowered my gaze to a part of her shorts that were gapped open slightly, and I groaned low in my throat when I saw a glimpse of her bright pink panties. The way she sat, straddling the bench, her shorts riding up even more, and the sight of her underwear had my dick twitching. But I told the fucker to stay down, that here and now wasn’t a good time for that bullshit. When I was home and in the shower I’d jerk one off, or maybe two, just thinking about her.

  Rowdy walked up to the ring, and I glanced at him, knowing I should keep my fucking mouth shut, but also not caring because just knowing he touched her pissed me off. The longer I stared at him and the way he smirked at me, probably knowing I wanted her really fucking badly, had me snapping.

  “You fucking her?” I asked, and Rowdy lifted an eyebrow, his eyes widening a second.

  “What? Fucking who?” Rowdy asked, his confusion clear.

  I tipped my chin toward her. She was packing up her workout gear.

  Maybe I should have been a little more decent when talking about her, but I never claimed to be a gentleman. “The bird. Are you fucking her or is she free range?” I lift
ed a brow, waiting for him to answer. Yeah, I could be a motherfucker on the best of days. I might stare at her, obsess about her too, but I could play this off like she was just a piece of ass.

  Isn’t she, though?

  Before I knew what Rowdy was doing, he was in the ring, nose-to-nose with me.

  “What the fuck did you just say to be, boy?”

  My first reaction was to push him back, but I held my ground.

  “It’s a simple question. She’s come in here a few times, and you’re the only one she talks to and trains with.”

  Rowdy’s nostrils flared. “Watch it, Mal. That’s my baby sister you’re fucking talking about.”

  I had been ready to throw punches with Rowdy for the simple fact he’d gotten up in my face, but his words stopped me, shocked me even.

  I looked at the female again and saw she was looking at the both of us, her eyes slightly wide as she no doubt heard the confrontation. We hadn’t exactly been quiet.

  “She’s your fucking sister?”

  Rowdy flared his nostrils again and nodded. “Yeah, so watch your fucking mouth.”

  “You never said shit.”

  Rowdy took a step back and eyed me up and down. “It’s no one’s business.”

  Okay, so she was off-limits because she was Rowdy’s sister?

  I looked at her again, saw she was staring right at me, and I felt this pretty primal part rise up in me. I should have stayed away because she was another fighter’s sister, but the truth was I wanted her too badly to give a shit about technicalities.

  I wanted between her thighs, and I’d get there sooner or later, and fuck anyone, Rowdy included, if they tried to stop me.

  Being with her would cause a lot of problems, no doubt, but hell, I liked trouble, and she definitely looked like she’d be worth a little blood spilled.

  Chapter Two

  Violet

  Glancing over at my brother, I see him toe-to-toe with another fighter. They were all the same. Rowdy tried to pretend that he was different, that he thought with his head rather than his dick, but it was all lies. He made me so mad with being overprotective. Not only had he screwed my best friend and moved on, he’d gotten me fired because he’d punched my boss that was flirting with me.

  Now I was jobless and coming to the gym sounded like it would help me get rid of this annoyance I felt.

  And now here I sat, watching my brother about to get into a fight. My eyes locked on with the other guy, and I felt my stomach clench for some reason. But I’d heard what that fighter had said about me, so I hoped Rowdy kicked his ass and showed him some respect.

  Instead of getting into it, the other guy glanced at me for long seconds and then held up his hands. After a few minutes of watching what could have been pretty bloody, I finished packing my stuff, ready for this day to be over with. I stood and went to the bathroom to freshen up before heading home and was glad that no one else was in there when I opened the door.

  What made it even worse hanging out with Rowdy was the fact he was so damn overprotective of me. But, our parents would be so proud of him because he was “taking care of family.” What they didn’t know was that he put a major cramp in the romance department of my life.

  The door opened, and I turned to find it was the guy from the ring.

  I didn’t know what to say at first, and I was a little confused why my palms were sweating and my heart was racing.

  He was so damn sexy, and what was worse, he completely knew it as well. I could see that knowledge, that cockiness, reflected on his face. I hated a guy who just knew he could have any woman he wanted.

  “What’s your name?” he asked, as if he was entitled to it or something.

  My brother and I might be total opposites, but one thing we had in common was not putting up with transparent bullshit and laying it out when need be.

  Folding my arms, I glared at him, not about to answer, because honestly he seemed like a guy that was used to getting what he wanted. I was not going to give him that satisfaction either.

  He stepped farther in the bathroom and closed the door. Once it shut he walked right up to me and placed a hand on my waist. I couldn’t believe what he was doing and the set of balls he had to touch a total stranger.

  “What are you doing?” I asked with shock in my voice, yet I didn’t push him away.

  “We should get used to each other.”

  Oh my God. Is he serious?

  “And why is that?”

  The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Because since my dick’s going to be inside you, it’s only natural we should know a little about each other.”

  I felt my eyes widen, felt my jaw go slack, and couldn’t say anything for the longest time I was so damn shocked. He had some fucking nerve. And then I laughed. The smirk vanished from his face and his expression went hard.

  “You think we’re going to sleep together?”

  And there was that smirk again. “No. We’re going to fuck, and you’re going to come so hard you won’t be able to walk straight the next day.” He leaned in an inch closer. “I’m packing close to eleven inches, and you better believe I’m going to make you take them all.” He smoothed his hand over my hips, down my thigh, and when he was curling it inward, as if I would just let him touch me between my thighs, I moved backward.

  “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” He didn’t answer right away but instead had his gaze trained on my mouth.

  “I have to say, I love these little pink panties that you wear. What would be even better if is you didn’t wear them.”

  How in the hell did he know what color underwear I was wearing?

  “I bet you’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

  “Does this work for you?” I asked in all honesty. Truthfully, I was wet, but I wasn’t about to let him know that. His arrogance was as much infuriating as it was arousing, to my humiliation.

  I didn’t even know his name. Sure, I’d seen him fighting a few times and around the gym, but anything else, I drew a total blank. Now, he was in the bathroom, acting cocky as hell, and I hated that my body was lit up for him.

  Eleven inches? Damn, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I wanted to see if he was telling the truth about that.

  He looked down the length of my body and made this low sound in his throat. I had to hold back my shiver. This man was so muscular, tall, and domineering. There was something hypnotic about the way he acted. He was sure, confident, and although his execution was for shit, it was still kind of hot.

  “Tell me your name,” he said.

  “Tell me yours.”

  “You’ve got a bit of bite to you, haven’t you, kitten? If you don’t want to tell me that’s okay. I don’t need a name to fuck you.”

  Never in the whole of my life had I ever felt this much arousal, this much need.

  “Take your shorts off.”

  “What?” I asked, shocked. “You’re insane. My brother, as well as an entire roomful of people, are just on the other side of that unlocked bathroom door.”

  “Take your shorts off,” he said, demanded again. “You want me, I want you, and what better time to scratch that itch than right now?” He stepped away and loosened his pants. And when he pushed them down his thighs and his hard cock sprang forth, my mouth went dry.

  Okay, so he wasn’t lying about being that big.

  I wanted to tell him to get the fuck out, but another part of me, the part that was closed off and pushed back because of being so watched over by my brother, wanted this badly.

  I didn’t want Malachi to leave that would end this, not right now, and it was so insane to think like that.

  The one and only time I’d had sex had been a disaster. He’d climb on, pumped into me a few times, and made this sound that was like he’d been stuck with a fork. He also thought he’d been God’s gift to women. He hadn’t been.

  Am I really even thinking about listening to this guy?

  Yeah, I really am.
r />   It was excited, exhilarating even. I glanced at the door, and as if he read my mind he went over to lock it.

  “Do it,” he said again.

  I felt my heart beating in my throat, and against my better judgment and every other sane part of my body, I pushed my shorts down. I was about to step out of my panties when he grabbed my waist and spun me around to have me lean against the sink. I had no choice but to stare at our reflection in the mirror and watch as he reached around and curled his hand loosely around my neck.

  “I knew I saw a bit of a dirty girl in you.”

  In less than twenty minutes I was about to have sex with a guy I didn’t know, in a public bathroom, and where anyone, even my brother, could find out about.

  What the fuck am I doing?

  Even as I thought this, I couldn’t say no. I was so wet and hotter than I had ever been in my entire life.

  “I want to watch your face as I slam my dick inside you.” He slid his fingers between my legs, teasing my entrance.

  I bit my lip.

  “Fuck. You’re already so damn wet.”

  I started hyperventilating, knowing I should stop this, that it was wrong, but also telling myself to shut the hell up.

  And then I felt him press the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I couldn’t help but watch our reflection.

  He released my neck, gripped my hips in a bruising but pleasurable hold, and in one surge, he embedded the entire length of his cock inside of me.

  Oh. God. I’m really doing this.

  Chapter Three

  Malachi

  I got two fucking thrusts in before someone started pounding on the door. “Motherfucker,” I cursed low, pulled back just an inch, and stared at where my dick was buried in her tight cunt. I wasn’t thinking clearly, that was for damn sure. I might like to screw a willing woman, but I sure as fuck didn’t jump the gun like this, and I always wore protection. I might be clean, and I could assume this bird was too, but I also didn’t want any little Malachi’s running around.

  “Violet?”

  I heard Rowdy call through the closed door, and although I wanted to keep this going, hearing her brother’s voice had my arousal going down a notch.