Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1)

by Hayley Faiman

  “All those naked women, all the time? While I’m here, obliviously waiting for you to grace me with your presence. Gee, Pierce, I don’t know why I would be upset about that,” I say sarcastically.

  “Cut the sarcastic shit, baby girl. The bitches at the clubhouse are a lot skankier than the strippers I’d hire, but you don’t get pissed about them,” he points out.

  He’s wrong.

  I do get pissed about them, especially Katie fucking Powell and her disgusting ass.

  “I hate all of it—the club whores and the strippers,” I admit.

  I hear his curse under his breath.

  “You think I’m going to go out and get some easy pussy, that’s what this is about? Or do you just not like the idea of me seeing all that skin? What’s the real deal?” he asks.

  It sounds like he’s smoking. I tuck that away and try to stay on task.

  “All of it,” I say, pressing my lips together, even though he can’t see me.

  “You gotta let that shit slide, baby girl. Am I in your bed?” he asks.

  “Last night you weren’t,” I snap back bitchily.

  “You need me right now, sugar? I’ll be wherever you are,” he whispers.

  I know he’s trying to keep other people from hearing him.

  “I was sent home from work for being emotionally insane, but I have to work all day Saturday,” I admit.

  He chuckles.

  “Give me five, babe, I’ll be right there. I’ll show you exactly where I need to be, and exactly why I only want you,” he murmurs.

  I tell him goodbye before we both disconnect. I am completely irrational. Holy hormone insanity.

  I run into the bathroom and quickly shower before I put on my sexiest bra and panty set. If he’s coming over here to comfort his emotionally insane girlfriend—I better look hot while he’s doing it.

  The door bursts open and I am standing in my bedroom with my red pushup bra and red lace panties, my hair long and wavy.

  “Fuckin’ gorgeous, every single part of you, sugar,” he mutters. He pounces on me and I fall back onto the bed.

  “I’m sorry. I’m crazy,” I whisper.

  Pierce throws his head back laughing before his eyes roam over my face.

  “I love it. I love all your crazy shit you throw at me. I didn’t do right by you yesterday, baby girl. I can understand why after that you’d blow your top at the titty bar. I get it,” he murmurs as he kisses down my jaw to the top of my breast.

  “You’re crazy if you love my insanity,” I giggle. He slides my panties to the side before he traces my center with his finger.

  “It’s hot, the fact you give half a shit, sugar.” He moans as he slides his finger inside of me and finds me wet.

  I’m always wet for him. Always.

  “Pierce,” I call out. He looks up at me, his gray eyes dark and stormy.

  “Yeah?”

  “I need you to make love to me right now,” I whisper. He nods.

  “Whatever you need, babe, you get,” he groans as he pulls my panties down. Then his mouth covers my clit and his tongue gently strokes me.

  Pierce does as I need—as I ask. He makes love to me for hours.

  It is gentle and it is slow.

  He shows my body the attention it desires and it fills my heart with love.

  This man is all hard edges and gruffness, but he’s soft and sweet, too. When he’s with me—he’s exactly what I need.

  Kentlee

  “We need food,” Pierce says as his fingers gently stroke my ass.

  I’m lying across his chest, snuggled into his hard body, and loving the attention he’s showing me. Soft and sweet.

  “I don’t want to leave this spot,” I shamelessly admit.

  “I know, baby girl,” he murmurs. “You find a place yesterday for us?” he asks, reminding me of the signed contract that’s in my purse.

  “I did. I signed the contract this morning,” I smile.

  I then proceed to tell him all about it.

  I make sure to include that it has an attached, two-car garage and a nice sized backyard.

  “When can we get in there?” he asks.

  It surprises me that he’s so calm. I keep waiting for him to freak out and run away; for him to tell me that he’s not ready, or to just disappear, but aside from his moments of unavailability, he’s been there for me.

  “On the first,” I say, chewing my lip and raising my head to look up at him.

  “A week,” he murmurs before he blows my mind adding, “nice.”

  “You’re excited, then?” I ask. His hand cups my cheek.

  “Yeah, baby girl, I’m fuckin’ excited. Can’t wait to get in a place where we can start setting up for the future. Would make me a fuckin’ dick if I didn’t want this. You’re good for me. This is good. Feels right,” he grins before taking my lips in a sweet, fast, hard kiss.

  “Food,” I mutter hazily.

  “Food,” he agrees, with a nod.

  I roll off of him to search for something to wear for the rest of the afternoon.

  “Can’t put you on the bike being knocked up. We’ll go grab something in your ride,” he announces.

  I knit my brows together in confusion.

  “Why can’t I go on the bike?” I ask.

  I like riding on the back of his bike, being pressed against him, holding onto his hard middle.

  “Not gonna have you back there and then have to lay it down. Not putting our baby in danger like that, babe,” he explains. It makes me fall a little harder for him. This man warms my heart in a way I didn’t think was even possible.

  “Okay,” I whisper as tears shine in my eyes.

  “Put some clothes on, I’m fuckin’ starved,” he grumbles.

  I dash the unshed tears away with my fingers and root around in my drawer to find some panties and a bra. Then, I grab a pair of cutoff shorts and an oversized, cropped shirt that hangs off of my shoulder and shows off my stomach. I’m not going to have this flat stomach much longer. I want to show it while I got it.

  Once I’m dressed, I throw my hair up into a messy bun and slide my feet into a pair of flat canvas shoes. I’m going for an I-don’t-give-a-shit-messy-look today. Pretty sure I’ve succeeded, because the only person that I give a shit if he likes what he sees is Pierce. I watch him, but his eyes are trained on my bare stomach, and they’re heated.

  “Ready?” I ask, taking my purse and throwing it over my shoulder.

  Pierce just stares at me, his eyes dark and cloudy and his nostrils flaring.

  “Fuck no,” he growls.

  I blink up at him in shock.

  “What?” I ask.

  “You can’t wear that shit out in public,” he grunts.

  I blink again, not believing this conversation.

  “Loose cut off shorts and an oversized shirt? I’m not even showing cleavage,” I obviously point out.

  “You’re showing leg and stomach. Too much fuckin’ skin, baby girl,” he grumbles.

  I throw my head back laughing.

  “My pussy aches from you being inside of it just an hour ago. I’ve got stubble rash all over my body from your beard, and my hair is a hot fucking mess. Yet, you’re worried about a little stomach and my legs showing? You can’t be serious,” I laugh. He shakes his head before grabbing a handful of my ass and pulling me into his chest.

  “Dead fuckin’ serious, Kentlee. This body is mine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, and only mine to look at,” he grumbles before his lips press hard against mine in a bruising kiss.

  “I’m hungry, baby,” I mutter breathlessly.

  “I’ll feed you, but know that in the future, you don’t show any fuckin’ skin unless I’m with you,” he orders, slipping his hand beneath my hair, at the nape of my neck.

  He bends down to brush his lips across mine in a brief touch before he steps away and holds his hand out. I put my hand in his but he shakes his head with a grin on his perfect lips, instead.

  “K
eys, baby girl,” he murmurs.

  I gape up at him.

  “To my car? Uh, no,” I say, shaking my head.

  “I’m the man,” he points out, quickly taking the keys from my hand.

  “What’s that mean?” I ask, following him out of the house, pausing only to watch him lock the front door behind me.

  “Means if I’m in a car, unless I’m fuckin’ dying—and probably even then—I’m fuckin’ driving,” he states.

  I stop in my tracks and just stare.

  “Are you being serous, or are you fucking with me?” I ask in surprise.

  “Dead fuckin’ serious,” he says as he folds his big body into the driver’s side of my car.

  “You’re a crazy alpha-male, aren’t you? I mean, I know you’re a man’s man, but I didn’t expect you’d be at quite this level,” I point out, putting my seatbelt on as we head toward whatever restaurant Pierce decides we’ll be dining in this afternoon.

  Obviously, women don’t get choices with him in charge.

  “Don’t get bitchy and crazy on me when I can’t fuck it out of you right now,” he mumbles. His response causes me to burst out laughing. “And don’t get cute,” he grins, stopping at a red light.

  “I’m happy,” I smile, taking his hand in mine.

  He doesn’t say anything else, just puts our combined hands on his thigh. We ride to the restaurant in silence, comfortable silence, and I can’t help but daydream a bit about what is going to become of our future together.

  Babies. A house. Tons of delectable sex.

  I can’t wait.

  Fury

  Kentlee hasn’t said much at lunch, but it doesn’t bother me. She’s happy. I’m making her happy, and that’s all that matters. I take my phone out of my pocket when it begins to ring and almost groan.

  My dad.

  I called him yesterday but he was busy, which was his subtle way of telling me he was knee deep in pussy. I should be disgusted, but I’m not. When my mom died, my dad started fucking every piece of tail he could.

  I would get pissed at first. I thought that he was happy my mom was gone, that he was reveling in being free. Now that I’m older, I understand that it wasn’t because he was going wild with his newfound freedom, it was because he was trying to forget. He loved my mom, loved everything about her and the life they shared.

  “Pops,” I say, answering the phone.

  I listen to him take a drag off of his smoke and almost laugh when I think about Kentlee’s words about me being too old to smoke pot.

  “You called,” he grumbles into the phone.

  My eyes catch Kentlee’s, whose eyes are wide and staring at me, a fry hanging limply in her fingers.

  “I did. Met someone,” I mumble.

  “Old Lady material?” he asks. I can tell he’s grinning.

  “Not quite,” I admit. My dad chuckles.

  “Too sweet for that, then? You always did have a weakness for the sweet ones,” he says.

  “Yeah, exactly that. We’re having a baby though, Pops,” I inform him.

  The phone remains silent.

  “Pops?”

  “Yeah. I… you’re going to have a baby?” he asks.

  I can tell he’s getting choked up.

  “I am,” I say, taking Kentlee’s hand in mine as I smirk at her. She returns my smirk with a bright, beautiful smile, and I feel my heart flip at the sight.

  “My son is going to have a baby with a sweet girl,” he breathes.

  It almost makes me blush.

  “Yeah.”

  “When do I meet her?” he asks.

  “Got some shit to take care of up north, but after that, we’ll take a little road trip out to you,” I explain, hoping it’s enough for my dad to understand.

  My dad knows what’s going down with the Aryan’s and the Cartel. This isn’t something that I can brush under the rug. I need to deal with it, and probably sooner rather than later.

  “Sounds good. And son?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m happy for you. Treat her right, if she’s the sweet you want,” he advises. I grin.

  “Plannin’ on it, Pops,” I say before I end the call.

  “Your dad?” Kentlee asks, knowing damn well it was him.

  “He can’t wait to meet you. Kinda pissed I have to put it off until I handle some club shit,” I say. She smiles sweetly.

  Perfection.

  Kentlee and I spend the day together. I take her to the home improvement store and load up on boxes to pack up her little house. I grab bubble wrap, tape, and packing paper.

  I probably won’t pack a fuckin’ thing for her, but I want her to have everything she needs. I’ll be the muscle, loading the shit up, and I’ll help in any way she wants me to—but packing? Nope.

  “I guess I’ll get started tonight,” she says as I finish unloading the packing shit from her car.

  “I gotta head to the club for a few hours. I got a meeting with a contractor for the new bar at five, and then some work I need to do at the clubhouse. You’ll be all right here alone?” I ask, not wanting to leave her.

  Something is calling me to stay, but I can’t. I have so much shit to catch up on. Shit with the Bastards, and the new strip club. I can’t spend any more time playing hookie with my woman.

  “I’m good, baby, just going to start packing the kitchen. I can eat takeout and microwave stuff until I move. Not that I cook much for just myself, anyway,” she shrugs.

  I wrap my arm around her thin waist, bringing her close to my body.

  “Can’t wait for you to cook for your man, baby girl,” I murmur, kissing just behind her ear, where I know she loves it. I trail my lips down her slim neck.

  “Yeah?” she asks breathlessly on a moan.

  “Fuck yeah. Filling my belly before I fill you with my cock? Sounds like an epic fuckin’ night,” I tell her. She presses her tits against my chest. I can feel her nipples through her thin shirt and I go from half-mast to hard as steel. “I don’t have time, Kentlee.”

  “Please, I’m so damn horny,” she whimpers. Fuck me.

  “Hands and knees. It’s going to be fast, baby girl,” I warn.

  I watch in amazement as she strips, fast as lightning, and falls to her knees, spreading her thighs and tipping her ass for me.

  “Gorgeous,” I mutter, stripping my own clothes before I fall to my knees behind her.

  I grab her ass with my hands and spread her cheeks apart, groaning at the sight of her tight little asshole.

  Fuck, I want in there.

  I want to claim every part of her as mine. But not right now, not while she’s got my baby inside of her.

  I don’t say another word before I glide my cock between her pussy lips, watching as I slowly sink inside of her. Kentlee moans beneath me and throws her head back as he arches her ass even more, causing me to slide even deeper inside of her tight cunt.

  Fucking epic, every damn time.

  “Pierce,” she whimpers. Her voice fuels me—fuels my fire to fuck her harder, to make her whimper, and whine, and moan for me.

  I wrap my hands around her hips and dig my fingers into her flesh, fucking her hard, listening to my skin slap against hers. It’s like music filling the room, her whimpers and my grunts.

  Fuck.

  I wrap my hand in the knot of her messy, piled up hair and wrench her back as one of my hands goes to her clit. She needs to come, because I’m hanging on by a fuckin’ thread.

  “Come on my cock, Kentlee. Show your man how much you love his cock inside of you,” I urge.

  She shivers before I feel her pussy clamp down around me and I roar in her ear with my own release. It came on with a vengeance I hadn’t expected, but fuck it was hard, and so fucking good.

  I wish I could do it again.

  “Pierce,” she moans as her whole body begins to shake.

  Slowly she slides to the floor, her legs and arms too weak to hold her own body weight. I pull out of her before releasing her hair,
and then lie down next to her on the floor.

  “You a happy girl now?” I ask, gliding my fingers through her wet pussy. Her come mixed with mine feels so good on my fingers.

  “Mmmm,” she moans.

  “Can I leave for a while and get some shit done so that I can come home at a decent time and fuck you again?” I murmur against her shoulder as I slowly fuck her with my fingers.

  “Yeah,” she sighs as her hips lift to meet my fingers.

  “Do you need to come again?” I ask. She opens one eye to look at me.

  “No, I’m okay. That just feels really good,” she confesses.

  I pump into her a few more times before I remove my hand from her body and find my clothes.

  “Get some packing done and I’ll be home a bit later,” I say, not thinking about my word choice. I watch her lips form a lazy smile.

  “Okay, Pierce, I’ll see you later tonight,” she mutters, making me smile.

  She’s so fuckin’ cute when she’s sated like this, and I find that it kills me to fuckin’ leave her. I do, though. I have contractors to meet, plans for the Bastards to make, and I have to check on our latest shipment to Canada.

  I walk away from her, from the place I want to be, so that I can get some work done. I have to keep a presence at the club, even if all of my brothers know that I‘m fuckin‘ some town pussy. I narrow my eyes on the road and leave where I want to be most without looking back.

  Kentlee

  The next week goes by so quickly, my head is spinning. I spend my days at work, my evenings packing, and my nights—my nights I spend with Pierce inside of me before we both pass out. He hasn’t been around other than to fuck and sleep, but he’s been busy with the new strip club, something I’m trying very hard to accept as a reality, even though I hate it. He claims one of the other guys will be managing the club, but he wants to make sure all of the construction goes as planned. I don’t know if I believe him. I can imagine that holding auditions would be very exciting for a man, and he wouldn’t want to miss it.

  I’m trying to keep my hormonal crazy in check, but it isn’t easy.

  Now, it’s moving day.

  I was hoping we could wait another week, but Pierce needs to do it this weekend. Apparently, he has something to do out of town next weekend, though he won’t tell me what it is.