Cocky Roomie: A Bad Boy Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 1) by Faleena Hopkins
Authors: Faleena Hopkins
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older.”
“Hot,” Justin mutters. “Why do you have a problem with that? Younger girls can be a pain in the ass.”
I huff, “The age difference doesn’t bother me, Justin, but it bothers her.”
He informs me, “Tell her Susan Sarandon was eight years older than Tim Robbins.”
“Didn’t last,” Jason reminds him.
“It lasted like fifteen years,” I say.
“Twenty, I think,” Justin says, then thinks about it. “Something like that. Then she dated some guy thirty years younger than her.”
“Total fucking douche,” Jason mutters.
“And Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell!” Justin says, poking my chest. “Tell her about them. She’s eight years older. They’re still together.”
“Tina Turner and that guy…can’t remember his name,” Jason says, thinking. “Sixteen years older. And they look happy.”
Justin leans in again, this time as serious as his brother. “The list goes on and on. I’m just saying, you like her. She’s a sweetheart. It doesn’t have to be forever. Show her some things. I guarantee she’ll thank you for it.”
Jason mutters, “Jesus, you’re an asshole.”
“What?” Justin asks him. “That girl blushes. She fucking blushes. She hasn’t seen her way around the right bed. Is she a virgin or what the hell?”
“Married,” I mutter. “One guy.”
“And she’s thirty-one?”
“You don’t know how old I am? Or did you forget how to count?”
“Whatever. Thirty-three. Only one guy her whole life. This is what I’m saying, she needs to learn what it’s all about.”
Jason starts laughing. Jason and I look at him and say at the same time, “What?”
“If that’s what she needs, she’s rented the right room.” He downs his whiskey and sets the empty glass down. Before calling Jenny over, he says to me, “If you don’t do it, I’m sure Justin will. Hey, beautiful! Can I have another?”
“You got it, handsome,” Jenny calls back.
With my eyes locked on Justin’s, I tell him firmly, “Don’t even think about it, Jus. I’m not kidding.”
He chuckles. “Better make a move, Jake. Just sayin’.”
“You better be fucking with me right now.”
“I probably am.”
“Probably?”
“Yep.”
I glare at him. Jenny interrupts just in time to see me jump off my barstool so fast it falls over. “I’m outta here. Jenny, Justin’s buying.”
Jason calls after me, “You’re not driving like this!”
“I’m takin’ an Uber,” I shout, pushing everyone out of my way.
DREW
I didn’t even realize I fell asleep until I’m awoken by the sound of the front door. I groggily pick up my phone for the time. Two twenty-two. I can hear him walking and from the sound of it, he and the twins had more than a few. Did he drive home? Is he walking toward my room?
He is.
Clumsy footsteps stop right outside my door. I’m frozen. Not breathing. Craning my head I see that I didn’t lock the door. Is he going to come in here?
“Drew,” he rasps through the wood. “You up?”
Stay quiet. Don’t answer him. You won’t be able to turn him away if you answer him.
If he comes in that door, I will give him anything he wants. Even if he is two sheets to the wind.
“Drew?”
I remain as still as glass.
After suspenseful moments pass, he trudges away. I listen to him go about his nightly routine until the door of his bedroom shuts. I’ve memorized the sound. I’ve tried not to, but when he’s home I’m very aware of his every move. It’s unhealthy.
I’m kind of relieved he’s going to Denver. I can’t take this for much longer. And at the same time, I’m going to miss him very much.
Seeing him with two of his four brothers didn’t help. He was so at ease around them, so himself without any guards up. Laughing often. Cracking jokes at each other. Having so much fun it made me wish even more that I’d been born into a larger family. And that I’d had one. My head sinks into the pillow as I think about what I lost, and what Debra has
“Hot,” Justin mutters. “Why do you have a problem with that? Younger girls can be a pain in the ass.”
I huff, “The age difference doesn’t bother me, Justin, but it bothers her.”
He informs me, “Tell her Susan Sarandon was eight years older than Tim Robbins.”
“Didn’t last,” Jason reminds him.
“It lasted like fifteen years,” I say.
“Twenty, I think,” Justin says, then thinks about it. “Something like that. Then she dated some guy thirty years younger than her.”
“Total fucking douche,” Jason mutters.
“And Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell!” Justin says, poking my chest. “Tell her about them. She’s eight years older. They’re still together.”
“Tina Turner and that guy…can’t remember his name,” Jason says, thinking. “Sixteen years older. And they look happy.”
Justin leans in again, this time as serious as his brother. “The list goes on and on. I’m just saying, you like her. She’s a sweetheart. It doesn’t have to be forever. Show her some things. I guarantee she’ll thank you for it.”
Jason mutters, “Jesus, you’re an asshole.”
“What?” Justin asks him. “That girl blushes. She fucking blushes. She hasn’t seen her way around the right bed. Is she a virgin or what the hell?”
“Married,” I mutter. “One guy.”
“And she’s thirty-one?”
“You don’t know how old I am? Or did you forget how to count?”
“Whatever. Thirty-three. Only one guy her whole life. This is what I’m saying, she needs to learn what it’s all about.”
Jason starts laughing. Jason and I look at him and say at the same time, “What?”
“If that’s what she needs, she’s rented the right room.” He downs his whiskey and sets the empty glass down. Before calling Jenny over, he says to me, “If you don’t do it, I’m sure Justin will. Hey, beautiful! Can I have another?”
“You got it, handsome,” Jenny calls back.
With my eyes locked on Justin’s, I tell him firmly, “Don’t even think about it, Jus. I’m not kidding.”
He chuckles. “Better make a move, Jake. Just sayin’.”
“You better be fucking with me right now.”
“I probably am.”
“Probably?”
“Yep.”
I glare at him. Jenny interrupts just in time to see me jump off my barstool so fast it falls over. “I’m outta here. Jenny, Justin’s buying.”
Jason calls after me, “You’re not driving like this!”
“I’m takin’ an Uber,” I shout, pushing everyone out of my way.
DREW
I didn’t even realize I fell asleep until I’m awoken by the sound of the front door. I groggily pick up my phone for the time. Two twenty-two. I can hear him walking and from the sound of it, he and the twins had more than a few. Did he drive home? Is he walking toward my room?
He is.
Clumsy footsteps stop right outside my door. I’m frozen. Not breathing. Craning my head I see that I didn’t lock the door. Is he going to come in here?
“Drew,” he rasps through the wood. “You up?”
Stay quiet. Don’t answer him. You won’t be able to turn him away if you answer him.
If he comes in that door, I will give him anything he wants. Even if he is two sheets to the wind.
“Drew?”
I remain as still as glass.
After suspenseful moments pass, he trudges away. I listen to him go about his nightly routine until the door of his bedroom shuts. I’ve memorized the sound. I’ve tried not to, but when he’s home I’m very aware of his every move. It’s unhealthy.
I’m kind of relieved he’s going to Denver. I can’t take this for much longer. And at the same time, I’m going to miss him very much.
Seeing him with two of his four brothers didn’t help. He was so at ease around them, so himself without any guards up. Laughing often. Cracking jokes at each other. Having so much fun it made me wish even more that I’d been born into a larger family. And that I’d had one. My head sinks into the pillow as I think about what I lost, and what Debra has
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