Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3)

by Hayley Faiman

  “I’m not going to take your ass anytime soon. I need to prep it first, princess. Right now, I’m just going to fuck this needy and very greedy pussy of yours.”

  I relax slightly and close my eyes as he shifts again. I feel his cock slide through my core, rubbing against my clit with each stroke.

  “Move, princess, rub against me,” he whispers.

  My face heats in embarrassment, but he feels so good against my clit that I can’t seem to care enough to stop myself.

  “Stop,” he commands. My body freezes as my chest heaves.

  I feel his hand on my hips and he tips them up slightly as he pushes my legs together and straddles my thighs. Then, his free hand gently massages one of my ass cheeks before he glides it up my spine and twists it in my hair. I let out a whimper when he wrenches my head back.

  “I’m going to fuck you just like this, Hattie. You’ll be completely immobile and at my mercy,” he says. Though it sounds like a warning, I can’t help the surge of excitement that rolls through me.

  I pinch my eyes tight when he enters me, stretching my sore center agonizingly slow. With my legs together, he feels even bigger than usual, and I have to take deep and even breaths so that I don’t cry out.

  “Open your eyes, look at me,” he orders.

  With my head still tipped back and Johnny’s cock seated deep inside of me—I open my eyes. His face is above me and his eyes focused completely on mine. He’s looming over me, holding me completely immobile, but I have never felt so incredibly desired in my entire life.

  The look in his eyes as he slowly pulls out of me and slides back inside, that is what is making me feel this way. He dips his head down and presses a kiss to my lips.

  The hand not tangled in my hair slides between my breasts and wraps around my throat as he continues to slowly glide in and out of my center, his eyes still unwavering and focused on mine. Johnny’s all around me, consuming me, imprinting himself in me, and becoming a part of me.

  “Next time I take you like this, Hattie, it’s going to be hard and unrelenting. But right now, my princess needs slow, and I always aim to give you what you need,” he murmurs before his lips touch mine again.

  I moan as I dig my nails into the skin of my forearms, wanting to release them, grab the sheets, and push back against him. I feel like I’m on the edge, like I need to claw my way toward my release. I feel my body building, but I need more. I need Johnny’s hands on me, I need him to bring me toppling over the edge.

  “Please,” I whisper against his lips as he continues to take me slow and steady.

  “You need to be closer, Hattie.”

  I bite my bottom lip, confused at his words and his meaning. I close my eyes and just accept what he’s giving me. I feel his knees pressing against my thighs, his calloused hand lightly wrapped around my throat, his fingers wrapped in my hair, and his cock gliding in and out of me, filling me so full that if I don’t combust, I’ll be surprised.

  “Fuck, you feel so good, so right,” he murmurs. The room is quiet, nothing but our labored breaths filling the silence as he takes me.

  I don’t respond with words, I can’t speak. I cry out as his thrusts start to become more forceful. My eyes pinch tighter and then tears start to leak out of the corners.

  “Open your eyes, Hattie. Cry, baby, let it all out,” he urges.

  I do.

  I cry.

  I’m frustrated, and my body feels like it’s going to burst into flames at any second.

  Then, without a word, his hand leaves my throat and slides between my hips and the mattress. I sob when I feel his fingers against my clit; and when he starts to stroke me, I groan.

  “Come now, Hattie, come all over me,” he mutters as his hips begin to slam, forcing his cock inside of me, harder and faster than before.

  My body starts to tremble, and when he pinches my clit, I do as he’s asked, I come. It’s long and I can’t hold back my loud sobs as my body shakes beneath his. Then, as if he’s been waiting for me, Johnny stills above me. His cock begins to twitch inside of me, filling me with his release as his voice fills the room with a long, sexy groan.

  “Jesus, Hattie,” he grunts.

  I suck in a breath as he slides out of me and lies down next to me. Without missing a beat, he pulls me onto his chest and drapes me over his body. His fingers start to run through my hair, and I almost purr at the sensation; but instead, I exhale and get closer to his warmth.

  “You okay?” he asks after a few minutes.

  “Yeah,” I sigh as I use my fingers to trace his tattoos, not paying attention to the designs.

  “We’re going to make all of this work. You and me,” he murmurs.

  “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” I ask knitting my brows together and lifting my head to look into his dark eyes.

  “Me, I think. Never done nothin’ like this before, princess,” he admits. It makes me smile.

  “Then we’ll learn together.”

  “Yeah.” He shrugs before he kisses my forehead, then slides out from beneath me.

  “Smoke?” I ask as I watch him put his pants on.

  “Yeah. Can’t wait ‘til we get our own place. Day one and this shit’s already annoying as fuck,” he mutters, shoving his feet into his boots.

  “What is?” I ask.

  “Leaving you alone and naked in bed, not being able to shove my t-shirt over your naked body and hold you while I get my fix,” he chuckles.

  “Maybe you should quit then?” I ask.

  “Been smokin’ since I was nine years old, Hattie. Don’t think I’d be able to quit at this point,” he says with a smirk before he winks and walks out of the bedroom door.

  I stare at the closed door and close my eyes. Nine years old. Holy crap. At nine, I was still playing house and going to girl scout meetings. No way would smoking a cigarette have ever crossed my mind. I can’t stop the overwhelming sadness that consumes me at the thought of nine-year-old Johnny lighting up a cigarette.

  A knock on the door startles me out of my day-mare and I call out for them to hold on a moment while I grab Johnny’s shirt off of the floor and cover up my body. I open the door and find Kentlee and Brentlee standing in front of me, two of the wives I met a few weeks ago. Sisters, incredibly beautiful each in their own way, and also incredibly intimidating.

  “We’re going to make lunch for everyone and wanted to know if you would like to join us?” Brentlee, the dark haired sister, asks.

  “You don’t have to make anything, we just thought you might want to get out of this room,” Kentlee says as she fiddles with her long blonde braid.

  “She may not want to get out of that room. From the looks of things, and the smell, I think Dirty Johnny’s been keeping her plenty entertained,” Brentlee points out with a big grin on her face.

  I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks as I blush. I’m so embarrassed.

  “Brent, you’re embarrassing her. Stop it. You know what it’s like when a relationship is new,” Kentlee says, giving me a pitiful apologetic smile.

  “New? You and Fury have been together for, like, nine years and you still hump like teenagers,” Brentlee points out.

  “We’re making up for those years he went to prison,” Kentlee grins. My eyes widen at her words—prison?

  “He got out, like, six years ago,” Brentlee says.

  “My man knows how to give it, and I like what he gives so I take it, often,” Kentlee shrugs and then she turns to me. “I have a feeling, based off of the rat’s nest that is your hair, your nakedness at two in the afternoon, and the fact that you look completely well-fucked and exhausted, Johnny knows how to give it, too. Don’t be embarrassed. These guys know how to use their gifts for good, and we’re the lucky bitches that reap the rewards,” Kentlee grins.

  “I—I…” I stutter, unsure of what to say.

  “What bullshit are you two trying to sell my woman?” Johnny’s voice cuts through from behind both Brentlee and Kentlee. They turn
and watch him as he walks between them to get to me.

  “We just wanted to see if she needed some time out of your sex pad, maybe keep us company while we made food to feed all these damn people,” Brentlee says with a grin on her face.

  “You don’t have to go with these two trouble makers,” Johnny grins.

  “I think I will. I can help, but I need a shower first,” I say wrinkling my nose, remembering how Brentlee mentioned the smell of Johnny’s room.

  “Okay, sounds great. See you in the kitchen in a few,” Kentlee calls out as she turns to leave, Brentlee quickly following behind her.

  “You don’t have to go with them,” Johnny repeats.

  “They seem nice,” I say as I start to gather my things out of my bag for a shower. After one of Johnny’s smoke breaks, he must have brought my bags up to his room, and I’m so grateful.

  “They are nice. I went to high school with the both of them, but if you don’t want to go and hang with them, it’s cool, princess,” he mutters.

  “Why wouldn’t I? They’re your friends, and they’re the wives of your friends,” I say as I stand from my bag, with all of my bathroom things in my arms.

  “Because you might not like what you find out from them, okay?” he all but shouts.

  “You’re going to need to explain that to me.”

  “I fucked Brentlee back in the day, in high school,” he says as his eyes stay completely focused on me.

  I nod, unsure of what to say. Am I supposed to be angry? I mean, I had sex with my boyfriends in high school, and he’s had sex with a lot of other women, why should this be upsetting?

  “Do you still have feelings for her?” I ask curiously.

  “Didn’t have feelings for her back in high school, and I still don’t.”

  “Then why do I care that you had sex with her? Unless you’re going to be fantasizing about her or trying to get back with her, why does it matter?” I ask, looking straight into his eyes.

  “Because you’ll be seeing her and maybe becoming friends,” he says. I nod slowly and think about his words before I speak.

  “Does the fact that you had sex with Brentlee affect your relationship with her husband?” I ask.

  “It did at one point, but not now,” he admits.

  “If her husband is okay with it, then I think I can be, too. I mean, unless she’s going to go into detail about your dick and your skills, I think I can cope.”

  Johnny stares at me for a second before he bursts out laughing and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug.

  “No, I don’t think she’ll go into detail about that. It’s been so long, she probably doesn’t even remember,” he murmurs into the top of my hair.

  I roll my eyes but don’t respond.

  Of course she remembers.

  I imagine any woman who has had Johnny inside of her remembers exactly how it feels. I don’t say that, though. There’s no reason to beat a dead horse about it. So he had sex with her when they were in high school—it was years ago, and now he’s mine. Plus, she’s married and has two children. It’s not like she’s going to be knocking on his door looking for more. I’ve seen her husband. The man is scary frightening and gigantic. I venture to guess he’s got more than enough for her to handle that she’ll never have to go anywhere else.

  Johnny walks me to the showers and I quickly wash my body and my hair of the sweat, sex, and grime of the past twenty-four hours. Once I’m clean, he walks me back to the bedroom and I change into a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt.

  “You cold?” Johnny asks as I throw my wet hair up in a messy bun before slipping my boots on.

  “Freezing,” I admit. “I’m always cold,” I shrug.

  “Let’s get you to the common room before I decide to warm you myself up here,” he grins. I laugh as he wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me into his side.

  “Did I tell you how happy I am with you?” I ask as we begin to walk toward the kitchen.

  “I’m happy, too, Hattie. For the first time ever,” he confesses.

  I don’t get to delve any deeper into his statement before we’re at the kitchen door. Johnny leaves me with a kiss that only brushes my lips, and I watch him walk over to Brentlee and Kentlee’s husbands, who are sitting on a sofa with a few kids around them.

  I watch as he bends down and picks up a little girl who looks to be around five, and I watch as she giggles before she wraps her tiny arms around his neck and gives him a tight hug. He looks so happy holding her.

  “He needs one,” a voice behind me says. I turn around and see Kentlee peaking her head out of the kitchen doorway.

  “A daughter?” I ask.

  “A whole house full of them. You know I’ve only ever seen him truly smile when he’s around a baby and now you,” she says as her eyes stay glued to Johnny and the little girl.

  “He told me he wanted children eventually,” I say as I turn from the beautiful sight of Johnny holding and laughing with a child.

  “I don’t think he’ll wait too long, and you’re young,” she murmurs.

  “I am,” I nod, unsure of what she’s getting at.

  “Make sure he’s what you want, that a family is what you want, because once you’re completely his, he won’t let you go. And you’re so young, I wouldn’t want you to have any regrets,” she says.

  I know that Kentlee is trying to be helpful. I am young. I’m not even twenty years old yet. But I also know what I want, what I’ve always wanted, and that’s Johnny. For years, I’ve lived my life but I haven’t been living, not fully. I’ve been searching and he’s always been in the back of my mind. Now that I have him, I’ll never let him go. I feel as though I’m finally alive. He does that to me, and for me—makes me feel and makes me happy.

  “I’m not going anywhere, and when he wants a baby, then I’ll give that to him as long as I’m physically able to do so,” I say with a smile.

  “I didn’t mean to offend you,” Kentlee says. I see the panic cross over her face.

  “You haven’t offended me. I completely understand your concerns. Johnny is your friend and you have a right to be concerned. I’m only nineteen, but he’s the one for me. I’ve known it for three years now. I want to make him happy, and I already know that having a family is something he desires. We’ve talked about it,” I grin, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

  “Okay, then. Good. Great,” she says with a nod.

  “Let’s get these people fed,” Brentlee calls out.

  I turn to her and see that she’s been in the room the entire time, but didn’t interject in our conversation. I need to let her know that I already know about her past with Johnny and that I’m okay with it. I make my way over to her and ask her if she needs help. She gives me a few tomatoes and I help slice them for the sandwich bar we’re making.

  “I know, by the way,” I say quietly so that nobody else can hear. The room is now filled with a few other women.

  “About?” she asks nervously.

  “That you and Johnny were together in high school. He told me,” I admit as I slice the last tomato in my pile.

  “It was so long ago, I hope that we can be friends,” she murmurs. I turn to her and give her a brief hug.

  “Of course we can. High school wasn’t yesterday, and you’re obviously happily married,” I grin.

  “It was only a few times with Johnny, and I was fifteen, and it was just a bad time in my life,” she says. I shake my head and tilt it to the side.

  “No need to explain, Brentlee. It’s the past. If your husband can be friends with Johnny, then there’s no reason at all that we can’t be friends too.”

  “You’re not like me when I was nineteen, that’s for sure,” she mutters.

  “Why’s that?” I chuckle.

  “You’re mature. I understand why Johnny is drawn to you. I mean, not that he’s Yoda or anything, but you aren’t like most nineteen-year-old girls. I don’t know, I just, I like you for him,” she says
.

  I don’t reply to her words because they don’t call for a response. Nevertheless, I think about them as I get back to helping with lunch. My entire life, I have been held to a standard by my family. Studying and school was so very important, and I spent most of my free time doing just that.

  My only rebellion was being friends with Willa and whatever trouble she got us into. Then my big rebellion came when I refused college. Maybe that’s what makes me more mature than a regular nineteen-year-old. I didn’t buckle. I mean, I went back with my tail between my legs, but I wouldn’t have had I not lost my job.

  I know how to take care of myself and how to live on my own. I think Johnny’s been doing that for a while, too. Though he won’t talk about his childhood, I know it had to have been horrible.

  I stand by my earlier thoughts of wanting to make him happy. He’s willing to help me with my dessert bar; he’s even going as far as to say he’ll support it and support me. It means so much to me, and I want him to feel just as happy as I do.

  I want to make him as happy as he’s making me.

  Whatever it takes, whatever he wants, it’s his.

  Maybe I’m being naïve. Maybe I’m being stupid and jumping into this with him far too quickly.

  Maybe I don’t care and I just want this feeling to last.

  Only time will tell.

  “So is lockdown over?” Vault asks before the doors are even completely closed.

  Church.

  I don’t want to be here, not when I can be inside of Hattie. I can still smell her on me, and it makes my dick twitch beneath my jeans. Fuck, I’m going to wear it out at this point. I don’t even give a shit. She’s so soft and warm, and when I’m inside her, the way she looks at me—fuck, it makes me feel. I don’t know if I like it or I hate it, but damn, I’ve never felt like I do when I’m buried inside of her.

  “It all went down too easy,” Fury murmurs. The room fills with grunts of agreement and I nod.

  “What’d the other fuckers say?” Vault asks, arching a brow.

  “Nothing yet. We’re going to find out more after lunch,” Drifter grins.