The Notorious Devils MC: Complete Collection BoxSet

by Faiman, Hayley

  Then she falls back, and her body relaxes. I roll her onto her stomach, spreading her legs and sliding my cock inside of her pussy.

  Mary purrs like a kitten once I’m fully seated inside of her, and I decide there’s no way I can fuck her hard and without mercy. She’s too goddamn content and sated right now.

  I press my chest against her back, still clothed in her soft tee, and I press my lips to her neck. I fuck her slowly. There’s no need for urgency, we’re alone in this house, and the only thing I care about is making her feel safe, secure, and desired.

  “Max, god, you feel so good, baby,” she whispers.

  My heart swells at the name baby, something she’s used a few times, now; something I fucking love as it passes her lips when I’m inside of her.

  “I’m gonna fill this tight little pussy up, sweetness. Been dreamin’ about being inside of it all fuckin’ day long. Fuck, Mary, I can’t get enough of you,” I murmur against her ear, my breath hot and heavy.

  As much I want to pound her pussy with all my strength, I hold back, keeping my strokes slow and even. Mary wraps her hand around the back of my neck and holds onto me as I continue to fuck her.

  One of my hands wraps around her waist, holding onto her as my hips roll. I’m so fucking close, I feel my lower back tingle and my balls tighten.

  “Max, come on, baby. Come, fill me,” she urges on a whispered sigh.

  “Fuck,” I rumble.

  I plant myself deep inside of her before I groan with my release.

  I stay inside of her for as long as I can, but I know that my body weight bearing down against hers has to be uncomfortable, so I roll off of her and press myself against her side instead.

  Lifting my hand, I shift her long fall of black hair to the side and look at her. Mary’s eyes are open, just small slits, and she’s gazing at me.

  “This isn’t just something, is it?” she asks.

  “No, sweetness, it’s not,” I finally admit.

  “It’s all happened so quickly. I’m afraid it’s all going to fall apart,” she whispers. It makes my heart ache.

  “Know a good thing when I see it, Mary, which means I’m going to hold onto you with both hands, sweetness,” I murmur.

  They’re words I’ve said before, advice I’ve given my own son about his wife. I’d be a fool to only give advice and not take it myself. I plan on taking it, too.

  Mary is special, and I’m going to feed what we have going on here. I’m going to hold onto her and make her happy.

  Honest to fuck, I don’t know if this is going to work, but I’m not going to sit with my thumb up my ass and wonder.

  Chapter Eleven

  MARY-ANNE

  “Are you okay?” my brother asks before I can even greet him.

  “I’m fine,” I say with a nod, as though he can see me.

  “What the fuck, Mary-Anne? Why didn’t you tell me about Kyle?” he barks.

  I don’t know what to say. Bates has obviously discovered that Kyle’s dead, but I’m not exactly sure what to tell him. I feel badly that a life has been lost, but I’m not feeling guilty, or even sad that it was Kyle’s.

  Maybe there’s something really wrong with me. Maybe there’s more of my father flowing through my veins than even I realize.

  “He’s dead,” I murmur as I kick a pile of dirt.

  I came outside to talk on the phone. It’s too loud inside. The men are installing the new hardwood flooring, if Bates even heard them in the background, I’m sure he would recognize at least one of them. Then he’d know where I’m at, I’m not ready for that yet. I will tell him about me and Max—one day.

  “Fuck yeah, he’s dead. What the hell, Mary?” Bates practically roars at me.

  “His father called me when it happened. He explained to me that it was someone who was convicted. He killed Kyle in retaliation after he got out of jail, and then he killed himself,” I calmly explain.

  “How can you be so calm about this?” he asks, his voice dropping a bit deeper.

  “I’m clam because, although I was very shaken when it happened, it’s over with, Bates. Maybe my sympathies are less because my breakup with Kyle wasn’t really all that great. He ended up being an asshole.”

  “Like how?” he asks.

  I can practically hear the wheels turning in his head.

  I decide to tell him some of the truth. He needs to know, and now him getting in trouble for hurting Kyle isn’t really an option. Maybe then I won’t sound so cruel to him. When he discovers the truth.

  “He started hitting me,” I admit quietly.

  “You better be fucking kidding me right now.”

  “I didn’t want anybody to know. I was embarrassed, because here I went from dad to him, and I just, I was ashamed that I let it happen for as long as I did,” I admit. Every single thing I’ve said is the absolute truth.

  “You should have come to me,” he grinds out.

  “I probably should have, but it’s over with now.”

  “There’s more to this, and I’m going to find out, Mary. Mark my fuckin’ words,” he says on a shout.

  He hangs up on me and I can’t help but feel guilt roll through me as he does. A pair of strong, tanned arms wrap around my waist, and I feel a scruffy beard against my cheek before soft lips press against me.

  “Sniper?” Max asks against my ear.

  “Yeah. He heard about Kyle. I told him a little about the abuse, trying to explain why I’m not as upset about his death as I should be. Bates got pretty pissed,” I explain with a slight shrug.

  “He’ll calm down,” he murmurs.

  “Yeah. My guess is that he’ll calm down just around the time he finds out about us, and then he’ll be ramped right back up,” I say with a snort.

  Max spins me in his arms and I look up at him in surprise. He’s dusty and dirty, sweaty, and sexy all at the same time. His blue eyes are extremely focused, and there’s not a hint of any emotion in his expression.

  I hate when he’s like this. I like to know his feelings of happiness, anger, or whatever else is going on in his head.

  “You don’t worry about your brother when it comes to us,” he says, his voice low and serious.

  “Why not? He’s my brother. I think he should know, eventually.”

  “He’s your brother by blood, but he’s a Devil, which means I’ll tell him. I’ll decide when and where to do that,” Max announces.

  He does it in such a way that I know that he’s not to be defied in anyway whatsoever.

  I decide this is one of those instances where I’ll have to choose my battles. I’ll choose not to say anything, and then Max totally switches directions when he grins down at me.

  “Fuckin’ slipped my mind, darlin’. Got your computer at the clubhouse.”

  “Seriously?” I breathe, knowing I’m so far behind, it’ll be a miracle if I ever catch up.

  “Yeah. With everything going on, I totally forgot. I had West go and get it for you. Then by the time he came back, you were passed out. Then we moved in here and, well, you know,” he shrugs.

  “Oh, my god! Thank you so much,” I shriek before I jump up, wrapping my arms around his neck and lifting my legs to around his waist. I feel his chest shake with laughter as he brings his hands to my ass to hold me up.

  “You wanna get down to the clubhouse and get some work done instead of standing around, looking gorgeous and bored?” he asks on a chuckle.

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I whisper, peppering his face with kisses.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” he rumbles before he squeezes my ass. “Let me tell the guys where I’m takin’ you.”

  I disengage myself from his body, even though it’s the last thing I want to do, and watch as he walks inside to tell the men that we’re leaving.

  I really don’t want to be down at the clubhouse working, but he has wifi there, and there’s nowhere for me to sit here. So, back to the clubhouse I go. I just hope that the whores are tucked away for the day in their d
ungeon, and I don’t have to see them at all.

  A few minutes later, I find myself on the back of Max’s bike. Shortly after, he’s guiding me toward his office at the clubhouse. I’m glad to see that, during the day, the whores aren’t out to play, and they are indeed, tucked away somewhere.

  I listen to the rumble of his voice as Max gives me his wifi username and password, and then he tells me to text him when I’m ready to be picked up.

  Before he leaves, he bends down and brushes his lips against mine, reminding me to lock his office door behind him.

  Once I’m all locked inside, I decide to get down to work. I have at least thirty mockup designs that need to be done, and I have some changes to previous mockups in my folders just waiting for my attention. They’re mostly wedding invitations, a few save-the-date cards, and a couple of birthday invitations.

  Hopefully, I’ll be able to get at least halfway finished today and then complete my tasks tomorrow. As long as I sit here and solely work, I think that I can get quite a bit completed.

  After about two hours of solid work, I have to use the restroom. I really wish that Max had one in his office, but he doesn’t, which means I’ll have to venture out into the clubhouse to find the nearest one.

  Unfortunately, that nearest one is the same bathroom that the whores use. I know that Max keeps his bedroom here locked, so I’m pretty much screwed, unless I use the men’s restroom, and that will never happen. These guys are totally disgusting. I would hate to see what it’s like in there.

  When I walk inside, I’m thankful that I’m alone. That is, until I’m finishing up. I hear the door open and close, then I hear who I know is that crazy blonde bitch from the other night. The girl who stared daggers at me. The girl who said she went down on Max just a few days ago.

  “I’m telling you, we need to get these men to commit, to take care of us. They’re using us, and soon we won’t be shiny and new. They’ll throw us out on our asses,” she says. The other girls hum their approval.

  “You know how much family means to MadDog. I say we get pregnant by them. Each of us picks a guy we want and poke holes in condoms or something,” she suggests.

  It takes everything inside of me not to gasp in surprise.

  “Do you know what happened the last time a girl tried to claim a pregnancy?” one of the other girls asks, her voice a bit shaky.

  “Yeah, I never saw her again,” another girl says.

  “Who gives a fuck? This won’t be fake. It’ll be real, and they won’t kill a pregnant woman. Just keep fucking your guy until you get pregnant for sure. Be seen fucking him, too,” the blonde ringleader practically growls.

  “I don’t know,” one of the girls says.

  “Look, I don’t know about you bitches, but I’m tired of being treated like shit. They fuck me, then they go home to their wives, Old Ladies, or whatever. But they don’t give us any money, and they expect us to keep spreading our legs for them and whoever happens to stop by. Well, I’m sick of it,” she announces.

  “They feed us, give us a place to live, and money for clothes,” one girl points out.

  “It’s not enough. We deserve more, and we deserve respect. The only way we’re going to get that is by having their fucking kids,” she practically screams.

  I don’t hear anything else as they leave the room, but I stand in the bathroom stall in complete shock. I don’t know what to do. I know that I need to tell Max, but I have to do it when we’re alone.

  I’m not so convinced that the other girls are buying this blonde’s brand of crazy, and I don’t want them to get in trouble if they don’t actually follow through with her plan.

  “Shit,” I hiss. “Fuck. Shit.”

  This drama, this bullshit, this is just another reason I don’t care for clublife, or why I didn’t hang around the club when I lived in Idaho.

  These bitches are crazy.

  MADDOG

  By the time the guys and I are finished with the flooring, it’s late and I’m fucking beat. Tomorrow, we paint, and I’m wondering if tackling this shit all at once was really the smartest thing for me to take on. Maybe I should have just hired it all out.

  At least I don’t have to worry about putting the countertops in myself. I did hire that part. I can do a lot of shit, but I don’t even want to attempt to cut granite.

  “You wanna grab a beer at the club?” Grease asks.

  “Nah, man. I’m gonna go there, grab Mary, and head home. I’m fuckin’ beat,” I say, shaking my head.

  “Fuck, me too. Ain’t as young as I used to be,” he chuckles.

  “No shit, brother.”

  “How you keepin’ up with that young thing for as long as you are?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

  “Fuck if I know, just am,” I shrug as I head toward my bike.

  “What’s the deal with her, anyway? She gonna be your Old Lady?”

  “Fuck if I know,” I grunt before I start my motorcycle’s engine, cutting off the conversation.

  It’s none of his fucking business. Mary is my business, and mine alone. Our relationship doesn’t fucking matter to anybody but us.

  I’ll put a label on it when there needs to be one, but a couple weeks into it, there doesn’t need to be shit said about us.

  She’s off-limits to my brothers, she lives in my house, she sleeps in my bed, and she takes my cock. That’s all that needs to be known right now.

  I ride to the clubhouse not thinking of anything other than Mary. It’s late as fuck, and I’m sure she’s starving; though, maybe not. She doesn’t eat much in general, which I’m sure is why she’s so lean.

  Though her body is fucking killer, a few cheeseburgers wouldn’t hurt her at all, especially her ass. It would be nice if there were a bit more for me to slap when she’s bent over in front of me.

  I see that the evening is in full swing as I make my way through the bar. The whores are already naked and taking dick like the pros they are.

  I shake my head with a grin as I make my way toward my office. I use my key to unlock the door, and see Mary with her brow furrowed as she stares at her computer screen in concentration.

  “I’m almost finished,” she mutters as I watch her fingers work on the keyboard.

  I close the door, locking it behind me before I make my way over to my sofa and collapse down on it in a pile. I need some food, a beer, and bed. I think I’m actually too fucking tired to have sex tonight, which makes me feel about a hundred years old.

  “Take your time, sweetness,” I mutter, lying my head back to relax for a minute.

  I must fall asleep, because the next thing I know, I jerk awake to the feeling of something warm and wet sliding over my cock. I look down and into the sparkling eyes of Mary-Anne.

  She’s got her mouth wrapped around my dick, and she’s working me with it, along with her hand, which is wrapped around the base. I lift my hips slightly as one of my hands flies to the side of her head, fisting her hair with my hand.

  “Goddamn,” I curse.

  She sucks me harder and faster, my cock on the verge of exploding down her throat. My fingers tense in her hair as a warning, but that only spurs her on.

  A second later, I can’t hold back my groan as I come down her warm, hot throat. She continues to suck me until I go soft in her mouth, then she lays her head on the knee of my dirty ass jeans. She sighs as her eyes continue to stay glued to mine.

  “Didn’t have to do that,” I grunt as I run my fingers through her hair.

  “You sent someone to get my computer, and you let me work all day long. I’m almost completely caught up now, and you’re doing so much to your house. I just wanted to show a little token of my appreciation, baby,” she murmurs, sounding tired.

  There’s that word again, baby. Fuck me, but I goddamn love it every single time she says it.

  “You hungry?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

  I don’t have the energy for it to be anything else right now. She sucked the last bit I had
out of me.

  “Yeah, I could use some real food,” she grins. I can’t help but chuckle at her meaning.

  “You can leave your shit here, I’ll lock up,” I mutter as I stand and tuck myself back in my pants.

  I offer her my hand, which she takes as she stands, and then she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine.

  I don’t let her get away with some closed mouth kiss. I swipe my tongue along her lips before slipping it inside her mouth to taste her. She tastes like sweet, syrupy coke and mint.

  “You been drinkin’ cokes all day, sweetness?” I ask once I break the kiss.

  “Soda and some gum I found in your drawer. I had to stay awake somehow,” she grins.

  “Let’s get you fed,” I laugh.

  We walk out of the clubhouse, ignoring the partygoers. My only focus is on getting Mary some food, and getting both of us some sleep.

  I tuck her into my side as we approach my bike, and she sighs as she rests her head against my shoulder. Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I inhale her scent and I sigh, too.

  Fuck, she makes me happy. Just this silent moment makes me smile like I’ve never smiled before.

  I feel like a complete, fucking pussy—I feel like my fucking son, is what I feel like. I smile, knowing he’d give me shit about it, too, and I actually don’t even fucking care.

  “What do you want to eat?” I ask as we climb onto my bike.

  “I could really go for some fried chicken. Do not ask me why,” she says as she straps on her helmet.

  “Sweetness wants fried chicken, that’s what she gets,” I chuckle.

  There aren’t many fast food options in our small town, but there’s a KFC, so that’s where I take her. We roll through the downtown area, which is actually pretty busy tonight, and I see Carlotta’s. It’s some dessert bar that I’ve had no interest in, but I take note to bring Mary there one night.

  It looks like something she’d enjoy.

  I shake my head as, obviously, my vagina is growing since I’m thinking of fucking date nights to take her on.