Rough & Real

by Hayley Faiman

  Leading her around the side of the clubhouse, away from the rest of the party. I push her back up against the wall and tip my chin to look down at her. “You okay?”

  “My poor brother, poor Rosie,” she whispers. Her big eyes are watery as she looks up at me.

  “You knew,” I grunt. Riley’s eyes widen even more and she presses her lips together. “Fuck, sugar, you knew.”

  She lets out an exhale and slides her eyes to the side before she moves her gaze back to me. “I’ve known for six weeks,” she admits.

  “Christ. You didn’t think to tell me?”

  Riley lets out a harsh laugh. “That scene out there? How do you think it would have gone if Camo already knew? And I know you, you would have told him because you’re a loyal brother.”

  Lifting my arm, I wrap my hand around the back of my neck and massage the tension building. She’s right. I would have told Camo. There would have been no way that I could have kept it from him. I hate that she kept something from me though. “That’s why you didn’t tell me about your doctor appointment,” I guess.

  “Yeah, we went together,” she admits, her voice soft and sweet.

  “Christ, what a mess,” I grunt.

  Riley’s hands touch my chest then slide up to my neck and she wraps them around each side of my throat. Dropping my hand, I raise my eyes to meet hers. I’m not mad although maybe I should be.

  I’m disappointed that all of the outside shit caused me to miss her first appointment. However, my own shit kind of did that, too. We weren’t in a good place six weeks ago. In all honesty, we’re consistently teetering between a good, and not a good place, every day.

  Leaning down, I brush my lips against hers. “Don’t keep shit from me again. You don’t want me to tell the club, then as long as it won’t hurt anyone, I won’t.”

  “Really?” she breathes against my mouth.

  I hum sticking my tongue out and licking her lips, tasting the sweetness that is all her. “Yeah, sugar, really,” I groan before slipping my tongue inside of her warm mouth.

  I fuck her mouth, wishing it was my cock slipping between her lips rather than my tongue. I let out a growl when her hand slides from my neck and her small fingers wrap around my cock from the outside of my jeans. Slowly, she pulls away from me and sinks to her knees. “Riley,” I rasp.

  “I need a taste,” she winks.

  Her small hands quickly unbuckle my belt, unbutton, and tug the zipper down on my jeans. I wrap my hand around the back of her head and fist her hair. “I’m fucking your mouth, sugar. Then later you can fuck mine,” I growl.

  “Shit,” she hisses.

  I press my cock against her lips, and my eyes automatically close as I sink all the way down her throat. I do exactly as I said I would. I hold her head still and I fuck her mouth. It doesn’t take me long to feel that tingle in my back as my balls draw up in a warning that I’m going to come. As much as I want to come down her throat, I decide it probably wouldn’t be a good idea.

  “Show me your tits, sugar,” I grind out.

  Without hesitation, she tugs her top and bra down. With almost a whimper, I pull out of her mouth and jerk my cock a few times, watching with rapt anticipation as my cum spurts all over her gorgeous as fuck tits.

  “Goddamn, sugar,” I grunt.

  My knees are weak and it takes everything inside of me not to join her on the ground. I tuck my cock back in my pants and tug my cut off, then my t-shirt.

  “Dustin?” she asks. Fuck, every time she says my given name I want to fuck her, it sounds so damn sweet tumbling from her lips.

  Without a word, I bend over slightly and clean her tits off with my shirt. Then I pull her bra and top back up, covering her tits from being exposed to the world. I slip my cut back on, sans shirt, holding my palm out for her to take. She slips her small hand into mine and I pull her up, tugging her against my chest.

  I press my lips to her, taking her mouth and owning it like I own her.

  I feel something warm against my pussy, wet and warm. It’s so delicious that I want to stay asleep so that I can keep this feeling for longer. Something swirls around my clit and I suck in a breath as my eyes pop open. Looking down, there’s an almost bald head between my legs. It wasn’t a dream, Bailey is waking me up in the most perfect way.

  Reaching forward I gently scrape my nails down his scalp. Bailey’s eyes open and focus on me. He lifts his head slightly, I moan, unable to stop my hips from searching for more of him. “Morning, Blue Eyes,” he grins.

  “Bailey,” I whine.

  He chuckles, his warm breath hitting my center. I can’t suppress the shiver that rolls through me. My entire body is thrumming and aching with need for his touch. “I’m going to make you come, we’re going to the courthouse, and I’m going to make you my wife. Then, I’m going to bring you right back here and I’m fucking my wife,” he whispers.

  “Oh God, yes,” I breathe.

  I want that, I want all of it, and I want it now. Bailey shifts my legs so that my knees drape over his shoulders and then his mouth is on me again. He gently slides two fingers inside of me as his mouth moves to my clit, and he focuses his tongue there.

  I moan as my hips lift to thrust against his fingers. His tongue continues to flick my clit, over and over. My entire body vibrates as I climb closer toward my release, and when it finally hits me, it’s almost more than I can withstand.

  Bailey groans against me, his tongue licking my clit with less intensity. I’m so sensitive that my body twitches with each stroke. He slowly slips his fingers from my pussy, and I start to relax, but he continues to lap at my center.

  “Bailey,” I hiss.

  He lifts his face and gives me a smirk. “Blue Eyes, I missed your taste. Fuck me, never thought I could crave something that fucking badly.”

  Reaching out, I touch my fingertips to his cheek, then his wet lips. “I missed you so much,” I whisper.

  He crawls up my body but doesn’t rest against me. Instead, he shifts to the side. I roll over to my side as well and tuck my hands beneath my head, just looking at his face, memorizing his features.

  Bailey reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, his gaze completely focused on mine. “I should have told you before I snatched you away.”

  My heart rate starts to speed up and I begin to panic. He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t realize because he just keeps speaking, his tone soft and gentle. “After my ten days are up, here. I have to go to Camp Pendleton, down in Oceanside.”

  “That’s all the way down in LA,” I gasp.

  He gives me a sad smile. “It’s only for eight weeks, Blue Eyes, don’t be so sad.” I do some math in my head and give him a nod.

  “The pregnancy will be at the halfway point,” I state.

  “I’ll talk to your dad. After we get back home, I’ll make sure it’s cool that you stay here,” he murmurs.

  I shake my head. “He’s not going to be okay with that. I’d be surprised if he ever speaks to me again,” I whisper.

  Bailey chuckles as if I’m just silly and hilarious or something. Doesn’t he know my father at all? He must not. His thumb presses against my lips. “Your father loves you, he won’t cast you aside. Trust me. If he does, he answers to me. Besides, my mom would fucking love to have you for a few weeks. Riley and Finley are gone, I’m gone, she would love to have someone to take care of for a while again.”

  I’m not so sure his father would love having me in his house for eight weeks, but I know that Mary-Anne would be okay with it. To be honest, I’m kind of intimidated by Bailey’s father, MadDog. He’s big, burly, and gruff. I’ve only ever seen him smile at Mary or his kids, nobody else.

  “Let’s go and get married,” Bailey whispers, letting his hand fall away from my lips before he leans in and gives me a gentle kiss.

  Standing in front of a judge in my dress blues, and Rosalie next to me, I can’t help but grin. She’s wearing a light pink dress I bought her at the mall a few ho
urs ago.

  I marry the love of my life. The ceremony is boring, nothing special, but that doesn’t matter. She’s the only thing that matters. I slip the plain cheap ass band on her finger and she does the same. Bands I bought at the mall while she was looking for a dress. Leaning down I press my lips to hers and seal our union.

  My wife—officially.

  We leave the judge’s chambers, and I ask a woman who is leaning against the wall, to take a picture of us with my phone. Rosalie leans into my side and looks up at me. I glance down at her, a smile tipping my lips when the flash goes off. The woman offers to take a few more photos and we happily accept. I thank her, then grab Rosalie’s hand, and together with quick strides, we hurry out of the courthouse.

  Rosalie stops once we’re outside. I stop as well and turn to face her. “I love you so much, Bailey,” she rasps.

  Cupping her cheek in my hand, I stare into the blue eyes that I love so much, of hers. “I love you more than anything else in this world, Mrs. Duhart.” Leaning down I press my lips to her, not deepening the kiss, but just tasting my wife’s lips.

  Rosalie whimpers into my mouth, and I decide I need to take her back to the hotel, immediately. I made sure to find a place that had room service, as I don’t plan on leaving once we’re back in there, at least not for a few days.

  We load into my mom’s SUV and I head back toward the hotel. We don’t speak. Rosalie is looking down at her fingers and I notice she’s spinning her ring around. I wrap my hand around hers as I pull into the hotel’s parking garage. “I’ll get you diamonds when we’re at our more permanent station,” I promise her.

  Rosalie looks up at me in surprise. “No way, I love this ring,” she declares. “It’s just, I never thought that I would have your ring on my finger. Never in a million years,” she whispers.

  I take her hand, bringing it up to my lips before I murmur, “Blue Eyes, I’ve wanted to make you my wife since I was fourteen years old. This ring was meant to be here. My name was meant to be yours, and you’ve always been the woman for me.”

  She lets out a loud sob as her fingers tighten around my hand.

  “Now, let’s get upstairs. I need to be inside of my wife,” I wink.

  I wiggle my hand from her grip, and slide out of the car, walking over to her side to help her out as well. Taking her hand in mine, we quickly walk toward the entrance of the hotel. I glance around, hoping that my family hasn’t found us yet.

  I’m fairly certain that my dad has GPS on my mom’s car. We’re only about an hour away from home, so they could potentially show up anytime.

  Opening the hotel door, I hold it for Rosalie to slip past me. “I’m going to take a quick shower, freshen up,” she whispers.

  I watch her walk away from me and decide to look at my phone. I haven’t really looked at anything since we left, including notifications. I have over fifty missed calls and about the same amount of text messages. I ignore them all except the ones from my sisters.

  RILEY: Where the hell are you? Everybody is freaking out.

  RILEY: This shit isn’t funny anymore. Where did you go?

  RILEY: Okay just tell me you’re safe. Rosie’s safe.

  SAFE. MR. & MRS. BAILEY DUHART

  *

  I reply sending her a picture of us at the courthouse. The three little dots pop up as soon as the picture is delivered. She must have been keeping her phone next to her the entire time I’ve been gone. I feel like an ass for making my family, and Rosalie’s family, worry. I couldn’t not make her my wife though, and I couldn’t wait. She’s carrying my baby.

  “Bailey?” Rosalie’s sweet voice calls out. I glance up from my phone, abandoning my sister’s reply as my mouth goes dry.

  She’s standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a small scrap of fabric that barely covers her pussy and a sheer white lace bra. I can see her peaked nipples from my spot across the room. Her dark hair tumbles around her shoulders and as my eyes sweep over her body again, they pause at the small swell of her stomach.

  “Go over to the bed, Blue Eyes.”

  My body is humming with need, with desire. I’m so fucking wound up. I haven’t been laid since I left her twelve weeks ago. Last night we just kissed, and I held her. She whispered everything that had happened while I was away.

  This morning, I ate her for breakfast, and it was the best fucking meal of my life, but man cannot live on pussy alone. I need to be inside of her, but what I don’t want to do is hurt her. Right now, I feel like if I went after her, I could do just that—hurt her.

  Rosalie doesn’t follow my command, in fact, she walks right up to me and sinks down to her knees between my thighs. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be able to fuck her face right now, my control is hanging on by a thread. Her shaky fingers reach for my belt, but I wrap my hand around hers, halting her.

  “Rosalie if you touch my dick right now, I won’t be able to control myself. I don’t want to hurt you,” I grind.

  She smirks and wiggles her fingers beneath my grasp. “I don’t want you to have control, Bailey. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

  “I don’t want to hurt the baby,” I whisper.

  She giggles as she pulls my zipper down slowly. I groan as her small hand wraps around my cock and she gives it a gentle pump.

  Rosalie leans over and presses her lips to the head of my dick, her eyes focused on mine. My breath hitches when her tongue peeks out and licks the seam, then swirls around the head, tasting me.

  “Rosalie,” I moan.

  She opens her mouth, leaning down further and sucks me. Her fingernails dig into my thighs as she bobs on my cock, her eyes never leaving mine. I don’t lose control like I thought I would. In fact, I stay in complete control as she plays with my cock. She’s playing too. The twinkle in her eye is enough to prove it. She slowly sucks me, her tongue swirling and tasting every so often, it feels so fucking good.

  Reaching out to her, I twist my fingers in her hair and guide her along my length, careful not to push her down too far. She lets out a moan, I feel it vibrate through my dick, and into my goddamn soul. I gently tug her away from me. “I need to be inside of you,” I grunt. “On the bed, Blue Eyes.”

  She nods and stands. I watch as her ass sways on the way to the bed. She’s a little fuller everywhere than when I left her, and I fucking love it. I quickly strip out of my dress blues, neatly folding them and placing them on the chair. Turning to her, I walk toward her on shaky legs. I’ve never felt more nervous in my entire fucking life.

  Reaching for her panties, I slip them down her body until they fall to the floor. “Spread your legs, Rosalie, let me see you,” I whisper.

  She spreads her thighs, and I fall to the floor. Wrapping my fingers around the backs of her knees I tug her to the edge of the bed and lean forward, inhaling her scent.

  I nuzzle her clit, which causes her hand to fly forward and land on the side of my head. Without any hair for her to hold onto, her nails dig into my scalp, and it turns me on even more.

  I want her to come on my tongue, I need her to. Quite honestly, I don’t know how fucking long I’m going to last. I want to make sure she’s satisfied before I blow my load. Her hips start to buck and jerk and she rubs her pussy against my face, grinding down as I flick my tongue even faster against her clit.

  “Bailey, oh my God,” she sobs.

  I suck her clit once, then lick her pussy one last time, tasting her sweet release on my tongue before I stand. I glide my fingers over her soft body until they touch the sheer fabric of her bra. “You’re so fucking sexy, Rosalie,” I groan, plucking her taut nipples.

  Pressing my cock against her entrance, I slowly sink into her. She arches her back and pushes down the rest of the way. Moving my arms to cradle her back, I gently pull her closer to my chest. Her ass only resting on the edge of the bed, her legs wrapping around my hips.

  We don’t speak, our bodies meeting, our gazes locked. My wife. The most beautiful fucking girl in the wor
ld. Her hands grip my biceps as I slowly pump into her. I can feel my back tingle and my balls tighten.

  I’m so fucking close, but I don’t want it to end.

  I want to stay inside of her for fucking ever.

  I pump into her a few more times, then I finally come, my cock twitching as I empty inside of her. Fuck me, if she wasn’t already pregnant, the amount of cum that’s coming out of me right now would seal the deal for certain.

  Collapsing forward, I cage her head with my elbows in an effort to keep my body from smashing hers. Sliding my nose alongside hers, I close my eyes and just inhale. She smells like, sweat, sex, and a sweetness that’s all her.

  “I love you, Bailey,” she whispers as her nails drag up and down my back.

  I groan as my hips flex, my cock happily still buried inside of her. “Love you, Mrs. Rosalie Duhart.”

  She lets out a little giggle, and my softened cock slips from her pussy. She lifts, pressing her lips to mine. We spend the rest of our first married day, just like this, wrapped in each other’s arms, alternating between fucking and eating. It’s the best day of my life.

  Unfortunately, tomorrow it’s back to reality. Which means a fucking shit storm is about to go down. I’m sure Camo and my dad are going to have words. I would care, but I don’t—not really.

  I have my woman, who is now my wife, and she’s carrying my baby.

  Nothing could get me down.

  My fucking brother. The selfish little prick. I respond to his message and picture, but he doesn’t even read it. The asshole. Tinker shifts my hair from my neck to my shoulder and places a sweet kiss against my skin. It’s sweet too, and he’s been sweet. It’s a little unnerving, but since we had our major blow out a few weeks ago, we’ve been good—really good.

  He moved into my apartment, practically cleaning out his room at the clubhouse. He only left his bed and a few changes of clothes there. He said he didn’t need to have a bunch of shit there since he wasn’t planning on sleeping anywhere but beside me. It’s nothing like the Tinker I’ve known in the past. I keep waiting for something to happen, but I really hope it doesn’t. I hope he’s always like this. A girl could get used to this.