Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet

by Hayley Faiman

  Every single sweaty inch of his body that touches mine is blazing hot.

  “Say my name,” he grunts as sweat drips from his face onto my chest.

  “Pierce,” I cry as I come.

  My arms pull him closer to me, wrapping myself around him, and my pussy clamps down on his hard cock.

  “Fuck,” he roars as his cock twitches and his cum fills me.

  We don’t say a word.

  Pierce is lying on top of me, still fully dressed with his pants around his ass, and I’m completely naked.

  I should care that he didn’t take the time to shed his own clothing.

  I don’t.

  I needed his touch. I needed to know he still wants me.

  “Love you, baby girl,” he murmurs in my ear, shocking the shit out of me.

  “You do?” I ask cupping his bearded cheek.

  His eyes bore into mine as he leans into my touch.

  “Always have. Since the moment I saw you strut toward your badass car, in your little secretary getup. Knew I had to have you, knew you would be it for me right there,” he says in a hushed tone.

  My heart swells at his words.

  I knew he was trouble the moment I saw him, but I wanted him just the same.

  I should regret ever meeting him.

  The way he had stolen moments of time before he was ripped from my life, leaving me alone with a baby, and refusing to contact me—I should regret everything about him.

  I should hate him, but I don’t—I can’t.

  “Why wouldn’t you see me these past three years?” I ask.

  Pierce immediately pulls out of me and I instantly miss the feel of him.

  I watch as he yanks his pants over his hips and falls back against the sofa, closing his eyes.

  For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to answer me. Then, he opens his mouth and begins to speak.

  “That place was fuckin’ hell. They tell you what to do, and how to do it. You have eyes on you every goddamn second of every goddamn day. You’re told when to eat, shit, shower, and fucking breathe.

  “I didn’t want you there. I didn’t want you to see me like that. But most of all, I didn’t want my beautiful, innocent Kentlee, pregnant with my baby, walking through the gates of hell. I’m a bastard for cutting off all contact. I know.”

  He opens his eyes and finally turns to me. I see the anguish clearly written on his face before he continues.

  He reaches for me and pulls me onto his lap before he buries his face in my neck, inhaling my scent.

  Breathing me in.

  I feel his body trembling beneath me and it causes my heart to break for him. What it must have been like in that awful place, I have no idea.

  “If I had heard your voice, I would have begged you to come. If I would have read one word of your letters, I would have begged you to come.

  “For me, I had to cut it all off, baby girl. I needed you so badly. I wanted you worse. A second didn’t go by that you and Bear weren’t on my mind. I thought about you constantly.

  “Snipe would give me pictures of the two of you, and updates, but more than that and I would have broken,” he says into my neck, unable to lift his face.

  Then I feel wetness hit my skin and I know that he’s crying.

  “You couldn’t show weakness in there, right?” I ask, understanding what I knew all along.

  Knowing and accepting are two different things, though, and I still don’t accept the way he handled the situation. Even if I know it was for the best for him.

  “No. Fuck, no,” he grinds out.

  I touch his shoulder, which makes him jump and lift his head to face me.

  “Never again, Pierce. Don’t you ever, ever, ignore me like that again. I won’t accept it. I’m willing to forgive you, even though I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t live like that again.

  “You may have needed to keep me at arms length, but I needed support, emotional support. I needed your emotional support and I had nothing,” I begin to cry.

  I can’t hold back and Pierce is looking at me like I have two heads.

  “You wanted to come there?” he asks. “I mean, Sniper told me you wanted to see me, but in there? I didn’t think you actually wanted to walk through those doors.”

  “I understand why you didn’t want me there. I wanted to be able to talk to you, write to you, instead of telling Bates to pass along a goddamn message,” I growl.

  He takes my shoulders in his hands before he crushes me to his chest.

  “I’ve fucked up so much, sugar,” he admits.

  I completely agree.

  He sure as shit has.

  “Now, you have to make up for lost time,” I murmur.

  He looks down at me. I’m nestled against his chest, my face splotchy from crying.

  “Yeah?”

  “Shit, yeah. And I want to be your Old Lady,” I announce bravely.

  “One step at a time, baby girl. Now, let’s get your ass home. Today was your last day,” he says harshly.

  I standup, dressing quickly.

  “I don’t think so,” I counter as I fix my top after sliding my shorts up my legs.

  “Uh, yeah, it sure as fuck is. I’m home now, which means I take care of you and Bear,” he says, fixing his own pants.

  “I’m not going to be left penniless and alone again, Pierce. I’m going to continue working. Sorry if you don’t like that, but I really don’t care,” I say as I slip my feet back into my heels.

  “Watch yourself, Kentlee,” he warns.

  He wraps his hand around my bicep and pulls me into his chest, my back colliding with his hard body.

  I’m ready to end this conversation. It doesn’t matter what he tries to tell me, I’m not quitting my job.

  “You don’t get to come back and start controlling my life,” I hiss, trying to break free of his grasp.

  Instead, he wraps one of his arms around my chest, the other moving from my wrist to wrap around my hips.

  “I’m your man, Kentlee. You ain’t showin’ off your tits and ass to a bunch of horny assholes every night. I’m puttin’ my foot down on that shit right fuckin’ now. Had Sniper told me about it in the first place, I would have put it down then, too. You can find something else,” he growls directly in my ear.

  A shiver runs down my spine.

  “You have no right,” I say, struggling in his grasp.

  Eventually, he lets me go.

  “Uh, yeah. I fuckin’ do,” he says, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

  “No, you really don’t. I’ve been taking care of Bear and me, me—by myself. You don’t get to come in here and start making demands on how I live. I refuse to allow that,” I say, my voice rising to a yell by the end of my rant.

  “This is exactly the homecoming I wanted, Kentlee. Fucking thanks. Thanks for reiterating that I fucked up, ‘preciate that.

  “Thanks for informing me that you’ve been doing everything because I couldn’t do anything for you, fucking great. Get your ass home, we’ll finish this after I’ve cooled off,” he says.

  The look in his eye is void of all emotion. I feel like a bitch. I let my emotions rule my mouth and I’ve hurt him.

  I’ve pissed him off. I’ve de-maned him. But I’m pissed, too. I have a right to be just as angry as him. Maybe angrier. I don’t know.

  “Pierce,” I whisper. He shakes his head.

  “Get your shit and I’ll walk you out,” he orders with finality.

  I shut up, walk to the bar, grab my purse and coat, and walk toward the exit. I can feel Pierce at my back.

  He’s close, but not touching me. I already miss his touch. I’ve only had him back for minutes and I’ve messed things up.

  “Where’s your car?” he grumbles from behind me.

  I exhale before pointing at my little sedan that’s parked right under the parking lot’s street light.

  I get to work early every night so I can have the safest parking spot in the whole lot.
r />   “What’s that?” he asks, looking at my car like it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen.

  Granted, it’s not the prettiest car in the world, but it’s clean, it runs great, and it's sort of newish. It isn’t an eye sore by any means and I feel blessed that it’s as nice as it is.

  “My car,” I say with a shrug.

  I continue to walk toward the driver side and take my keys out. Pierce is on me and has my back slammed against the door before I realize what’s happened.

  “Where the fuck is your Camaro?” he roars, his nose touching mine.

  “I-I had to sell it,” I mutter as tears well in my eyes again.

  “The fuck?” he rasps.

  I close my eyes tightly before I open them and speak.

  “I couldn’t afford it with the house when you were first gone. I had to choose. I was working so much overtime, and all I was doing was keeping my head barely afloat.

  “I sold it the week after you were sentenced. I could have the car or I could pay rent. I had bills piling up and only more coming regularly. It’s no big deal,” I shrug, my voice wavering with each word.

  “You loved that car,” he says, taking a step back and running his hand through his messy hair.

  “Love my baby and having a house for you to return to more,” I confess.

  His eyes shoot to mine, the anger gone from earlier and sadness in its place.

  “Baby girl,” he grunts, cupping my cheek with his rough hand.

  “We have a lot to work through, Pierce,” I murmur, unable to look away from his gray eyes. They are so focused on me, it’s almost unnerving.

  “Yeah, we do,” he admits.

  His lips gently touch mine as his hand slips around to cradle the back of my head.

  “I want us to work. I want more of us,” I whisper against his lips.

  I want my dream dammit.

  I want my happy family.

  Pierce’s hand dives inside of my coat and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him.

  “Ain’t no way we won’t work, baby girl. It’s you and me. You can try to fight me on shit all you want, don’t matter. I’ll fight back, and you ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he explains, pressing his hard length against my stomach.

  “Pierce,” I gasp, surprised that he’s hard again.

  “Can’t help it. You make me hard all the time,” he grunts, pressing his lips to mine.

  He pulls the hair at the nape of my neck down and my mouth opens, my face tilting up before his tongue invades me.

  I lift my hands to tangle in his overly long hair and grip him tightly, pressing my body even closer to his.

  “Fuck,” he hisses harshly.

  His lips trail down my neck and to the top of my chest, licking my collar before he sucks the skin softly.

  “Please,” I shamelessly beg.

  I want more, again. I need it.

  “Not gonna fuck you in a strip club parking lot, sugar,” he murmurs against my neck as he kisses his way back up to my lips.

  “Come home, Pierce,” I do my best to cajole.

  “Home,” he sighs.

  “Home,” I reiterate.

  “Yeah, baby girl, I’ll come home,” he agrees before he steps back and opens my door for me.

  Once I slide inside, he gently closes the door and I watch as he walks over to his bike and straddles the machine.

  I grin to myself as I drive away from the parking lot.

  I’m happy—not blissfully so, but I’m happy.

  Pierce is back, and he’s coming home.

  We have so much to work through, but he’s coming home, and that’s what is important right now.

  All of the other crap can wait.

  Tomorrow morning, he’ll meet his son. Tonight, I have him to myself. I plan on worshiping the body I have been missing for three long years.

  FURY

  I follow behind Kentlee’s cheap as fuck car, still angry that she sold her badass ride.

  I’m not angry at her, though.

  No, I’m fucking furious at myself.

  Why can’t I just claim her as my Old Lady, stamp my brand on her, and be done with it? She even asked me to claim her, said she wanted to be mine.

  Something is holding me back, though, and I can’t figure out what it is.

  Wish to fuck I knew, because I can’t leave her unprotected again.

  I fucked up this time, but I’m not fool enough to think she’ll be waiting around for me if it happens again.

  Pulling into the garage, I park next to her car and turn off my bike.

  I’m nervous.

  I’m nervous to go inside of my own house. Granted, I only spent a few nights here, but it’s still mine.

  I watch as she walks up to me and takes my hand in hers before she goes inside.

  There’s a lady sitting on the couch, reading. It dawns on me that she must be who Kentlee leaves Bear with. She looks up smiling before she looks at me with nothing but pure shock on her face.

  “Tammy, this is Pierce, Bear’s father,” Kentlee announces.

  It pisses me off that she just states I’m Bear’s father and not her man.

  I grind my teeth together and try not to go off on her for it. I shouldn’t get pissed off over every little thing. I feel so on edge.

  The woman is older, around my Pops’ age, and she holds out her hand for me to shake. I do so and try to smile at her, but I’m not feeling very friendly.

  I’m a mixture of pissed off and horny, which isn’t this lady’s fault at all.

  “Nice to meet you, Pierce. Well, Kentlee, I better be going now. Bear was an angel, as always. You let me know when you need me again, all right?” she says, wrapping her arms around Kentlee in a hug.

  I want to tell her never—she’ll never be needing her again because she ain’t working at that place another second—but I refrain.

  I feel like a goddamn saint for as much as I’ve held my tongue in the past ten minutes.

  “I’m just Bear’s father then?” I ask Kentlee.

  Her eyes widen after I hear her lock the front door.

  “It was the easiest way to explain. Tammy knows who you are and where you’ve been,” she hisses in a loud whisper.

  I ignore her bullshit and walk straight to the bedroom. I look around and it’s like a completely different space, except it isn’t.

  It’s decorated now—a black comforter with beige pillows and blood red pictures on the walls. I don’t pay attention to what they are, I’m too fuckin’ horny and irritated.

  “Pierce,” she murmurs as she closes and locks the bedroom door behind her.

  “I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m just gonna piss you off and you’re just gonna piss me off. Let’s fuck and sleep. Tomorrow, you can piss me off all over again,” I announce as I begin to strip my clothes off.

  I’m fuckin’ exhausted. The long ass bike ride, and the adrenaline that’s been spiking through my body off and on all day long, has finally taken its toll on me.

  “Fine,” she snaps as she takes her bullshit outfit off.

  “Hands and knees,” I order.

  With a huff and narrowed eyes, she does exactly as I demand. She climbs onto the center of the bed and slides down to her hands.

  There’s one more thing I have to know before I fuck her. I’m stupid to even ask, but I won’t be able to sleep without knowing.

  “You fuck anyone else while I was gone?” I mutter, my voice low.

  I don’t want to say the words, but I need to know the answer. She rises to her knees and turns around to face me.

  “You’re seriously asking me that, Pierce?” Fuck, she looks wounded, and it kills me.

  “Unwritten rule in my world, baby girl. When your man’s locked up, you’re somewhat of a free agent,” I grunt.

  She takes my bearded cheeks in her hands, her eyes focused on mine.

  “Never. I couldn’t ever be with another man. I’m yours, Pierce. Only yours,” she whispers.


  She moves her cool fingers to tangle in my hair, something she’s made a bit of a habit of, something I love.

  “We weren’t together long and you had needs. I would try to be understanding,” I say. She snorts.

  “Right, okay,” she huffs before her lips brush mine. “I’m a big girl, Pierce. I know how to keep my urges at bay. Besides, I didn’t have much time for men when I was working and being a mom,” she grins, tipping her lips in a half smile.

  Suddenly, I have images of her touching herself fill my mind. This, I gotta see.

  “Show me,” I grunt.

  “Show you?” she asks.

  “Yeah, baby girl. Show me how you kept those urges at bay?” I grin, wrapping my hands around her fantastic ass and squeezing.

  “You want me to masturbate for you?” she asks, her eyes wide and innocent looking.

  Kill-ing me.

  “Yeah. Touch that pussy for me, baby girl. Get yourself off,” I softly demand.

  She shivers in my arms before she plants a kiss on my jaw and then wiggles out of my grasp to lie down on the bed.

  Kentlee gives me a show, too. She touches herself for me—her tits, her pussy, and her clit.

  Fuck me, I almost explode before I even make it inside of her, it’s so hot.

  Her little whimpers fill the room until I slam my cock in her wet pussy, and then her cries fill the space around us. I exhaust us until we pass out.

  In the early morning, before the sun even comes up, I startle awake with a nightmare.

  I slide my cock inside of her pussy and fuck her gently, making her come again, before I fall back asleep, my cock still inside of her.

  It’s fucking heaven.

  A dream I never want to wake up from.

  Kentlee.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  KENTLEE

  I roll out of Pierce’s arms and grab my phone to check the time. It’s five-thirty, which means I have about five minutes before Bear is up and going for the day.

  I quickly go into the bathroom and clean up from the night before.

  Pierce was insatiable and the aching between my thighs proves it. I grin as I get a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top to change into.

  I quietly slip out of the bedroom so that he can sleep.

  Once I am in the kitchen, I start a cup of coffee and wait for the slapping of little boy feet along the floor to alert me that my little monster is awake.