Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet

by Hayley Faiman

  “Pancakes?” I ask sheepishly.

  “Pancakes for my sweetness,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against my forehead before he slides off of the bed.

  I watch his gorgeous, tight ass walk out of the bedroom. Twenty minutes later, his still naked, gorgeous ass comes back inside with two plates piled high with thick stacks of pancakes. We eat in bed, naked as the day we were born, and I love every second of it.

  Later that night, with a full belly, my back curled against the man that I love, I fall asleep. I dream, but it isn’t of anything in my past; it isn’t of anything terrible that’s happened to me.

  No, instead I dream of beauty. Bright, rich, pinks, blues, and purples. And Maxfield. I dream of him.

  He’s standing far away from me, a smile on his face and his arm stretched out. When our hands finally clasp, he pulls me into his arms and envelops me in a warm embrace.

  “I couldn’t have dreamt you, sweetness, not in a million years,” he whispers. “I thank the moon and stars every fuckin’ night that you’re mine.”

  I don’t respond, my dream self just as speechless as my real self. I reach up to cup his bearded cheeks, and I smile. He leans down and presses his lips to mine in a soft, sweet, but hard kiss.

  “I love you, Mary.”

  I sleep with a smile on my lips, and I wake up the exact same way. Even in my dreams, Maxfield Duhart is the exact man that I need, the exact fit for me, and the man of my dreams—dreams that I didn’t know existed until the moment my eyes met his.

  Chapter Thirty

  MADDOG

  I walk quietly, somberly through the cemetery. I haven’t stepped foot onto this soil in at least two decades; yet, here I am, today of all days—my wedding day.

  My feet know without my even having to recall, exactly where her grave lies. She’s beneath a huge oak tree, and once I’m upon it I look down and see her flat headstone.

  It’s been cleaned off, the maintenance people here are on the ball. It shines almost as if somebody knew I would be coming today.

  Eleanora J. Duhart

  Wife. Mother. Friend

  June 1, 1957—October 18, 1989

  There’s no spot for my name next to hers. She downright refused to allow it, telling me that I’d remarry and that I would need to be buried next to my new wife.

  At the time, I scoffed. Now, I understand what she meant, and I’m thankful for it. Not that she gave me an option. She designed, bought, and paid for her headstone without me even knowing about it.

  The stone is plain, just a rectangular boarder around her name, and a single rose in the top right hand corner. Nothing fancy, nothing special, just simple. Ellie was like that. She didn’t expect anything flashy, and she didn’t want it. All she wanted was to be happy, to have a happy family.

  I didn’t give her everything she wanted.

  I could have, but I was too fucking selfish.

  “Hey, Ellie,” I murmur as I sit down on the bench next to the tree. It’s got some other family’s name etched in the back, but since I’m the only one here, I figure I’m good to rest my ass on it.

  “I feel fuckin’ dumb talkin’ to a headstone,” I chuckle. “Fuck me, you were right, though. I found someone else. Only took me thirty years to do it. Christ, darlin’, I didn’t do right by you. For that, I’m sorry. I should have been there for you more before you got sick. I should have given you more babies, like you wanted. I shouldn’t have fucked around on you the way I did. I was so young and so fuckin’ selfish and dumb—let’s face it, I was an idiot back then.

  “The day you died, swear to Christ, a piece of me died with you. Pierce got angry, and I just—I fucked every piece of ass I could get my hands on, trying to erase you from my mind; trying to forget about how goddamn guilty I felt,” I bury my face in my hands, trying to catch my breath, trying to keep my emotions at bay because, fuck, it’s all coming back to me.

  “I fell in love, though. Today, I’m getting married; and we’re havin’ a baby. Never thought I’d be having a kid younger than my grandkids, but fuck me, here I am doin’ it,” I chuckle. “I don’t know why, but I just, I just thought you should know. I’m happy, truly happy. I probably won’t be back, this ain’t really my thing. But know, even though I was a fucking fool, a part of me will always love a part of you, Ellie darlin’.”

  I stand up, taking one last look at her name on the headstone, and I tug my wallet out of my pocket. The picture of us, her heavily pregnant with Pierce, is still inside, and I fish it out.

  I made copies of it, so that Pierce could have one. But this one, my copy, I bend down and set on her headstone. It’ll get blown away by the wind, or damaged in the elements, but this is where it belongs now. Ellie is a part of my past that will always be in my heart, but my future is Mary-Anne.

  I walk away from the cemetery and straddle my bike. I have a wedding to go to, a party to enjoy, and a new wife to fuck later tonight.

  Today is going to be a great fucking day.

  I look around the clubhouse yard and I grin. Colleen and the other Old Ladies really did a great fucking job making this place look nice.

  There’s a huge white tent that’s decorated with little white lights, a dance floor, tables decorated with flowers and different shit, and a white cake in the center of the tent.

  Looking around at the guests who are seated behind me, I smile. They’re all family, either by blood or by brotherhood.

  The Old Ladies are curled up next to their men. Some came over from Idaho, a few from Nevada, and even Snake and Free, the new President and VP from Canada, are in attendance.

  I’m looking at my boots when the music starts. When it does, my head snaps up. Led Zeppelin’s Thank You starts to play. I think back to the time in my truck, when we talked about Zeppelin and how much she loved them, and it seems like a lifetime ago.

  Mary-Anne stands at the end of the aisle, her arm wrapped around Sniper’s. She looks like she should be on the cover of a magazine, she’s that fucking stunning. I feel like shit for refusing to wear a suit with each step she takes closer to me.

  None of the guys are in suits, not even Sniper. I’m wearing the nicest pants I’ve ever worn in my life, a pair of slacks Kentlee told me weren’t an option I could deny, and a black button up shirt that’s rolled at the sleeves, unbuttoned at the neck, with no tie, and my cut.

  Mary is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Her dress is two triangles at her tits, tight around her ribs, and then flows out like a fuckin’ ball gown to the floor, hiding her minuscule baby bump beneath the mass amount of fabric.

  Her dark hair is down and wavy, her blue eyes focused on me and me alone. She’s not carrying flowers, and she’s got no veil, but fuck me, she’s a gorgeous bride.

  “Who gives this woman to this man?” the pastor asks.

  “I do,” Bates grunts as if it actually pains him to do so.

  Mary giggles softly and I hold out my hand. She slips her small cool hand inside of mine and turns to face me.

  The rest of the ceremony is simple, short, and to the point. There’s no candle lighting, there’s just our vows, traditional ones, and then I slip that expensive as fuck ring on her finger. She slips some rubbery ring on mine and then we kiss.

  “I love you,” she whispers against my lips once I start to break our kiss.

  “Love you so fuckin’ much, sweetness,” I murmur.

  We turn to face our friends as the pastor introduces us as Mr. and Mrs. Maxfield Pierce Duhart.

  The rest of the evening is relaxed, laid back, full of good food and great people. When we cut the cake, I grin at the inside—chocolate.

  I don’t smash it in Mary’s face and she doesn’t in mine. We feed it to each other and then I kiss her, slipping my tongue into her mouth to taste her and the chocolate from the cake mixed together. Christ my dick goes rock hard at the flavor.

  “I’ve never been so happy,” she whispers while we embrace on the dance floor.

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�Thank you for being so fuckin’ perfect for me, sweetness,” I murmur, pressing my lips to hers.

  We dance, and as the night wears on, the kids are all hauled away and tucked into their beds, at which point the party becomes a little wilder.

  The hard liquor and weed come out—though the whores stay inside the clubhouse. Mary never mentioned them, but they don’t belong at my wedding or at my reception. If any of the guys want to dip their dicks, they can go inside and do that.

  I walk Mary over to the table where Fury, Kentlee, Bates, Brentlee, Dirty Johnny, Hattie, and Grizz are sitting. She’s looking tired, and I want her to get off of her feet. I grab onto a chair, sitting down before I pull her down onto my lap.

  “How does it feel to be tied down?” Brentlee asks with a wide grin. She’s drunk, and I return her sideways grin.

  “Fantastic,” I reply.

  “This, right here, this is how it was always meant to be,” Kentlee whispers with tears in her eyes.

  My pregnant daughter-in-law is a fucking sap. But I wouldn’t change her, not for a million bucks, and that’s because she’s absolutely right. This is how it was always meant to be.

  A big family mixed with blood, sweat, and tears, brought together for one reason or another, but always, fucking always meant to be together in the end.

  I rest my hand on the small swell of Mary’s belly, still hidden beneath the fabric of her dress. She leans back and presses her lips just below my ear while I talk with our family.

  “So, do you want more, or is one it for you?” Hattie, Dirty Johnny’s Old Lady, asks Mary a few hours later.

  “More. I want more,” she whispers. It makes my heart swell.

  Weeks ago, my Mary-Anne didn’t want any children. Now, she wants more. It shows what love can do to a person. She’s changed me forever, and it appears I’ve changed her as well.

  I have no doubt that we’ll fight, and fuck me, even that will be fun with her. As long as she’s at my side and in my bed, I don’t give a fuck what’s thrown at us. We’ll take it and we’ll be happy.

  MARY-ANNE

  My husband’s hands hold me, one on my baby belly, and the other on my hip. My husband. Inwardly, I’m grinning like a fool just thinking the words. My husband.

  Today has been a dream come true—still a dream I never allowed myself to dream, but a dream nonetheless—and he’s made it all a reality.

  I listen to the people around us chat.

  They’re drinking beer, and every so often, Dirty Johnny stands up to go smoke, careful not to do it around us since Kentlee and I are pregnant. I notice that Johnny has a new tattoo on his forearm, and I smile.

  “I like Dirty’s new ink,” I whisper, referring to the name that is now permanently marked on his arm.

  “Thanks, he did it last week,” Hattie says shyly.

  “It’s sweet.”

  “He can be so sweet,” she admits.

  “They all can, Hattie,” I smile before Max announces that its time for us to leave.

  I’ve been able to feel his semi-hard state beneath my dress for the past hour. I was wondering when he’d had enough.

  I know that he wanted to make sure I had a good time, though, which makes me love him that much more. I’ve had my day, now it’s time to have our night, and I’m ready.

  We wave, and I hug and kiss so many cheeks, it’s ridiculous. Max then loads me up in his big ass pickup. As he walks around the truck, a commotion in the parking lot catches my eye, and I gape at the scene before me.

  Torch has his hands on his hips and he spits on the ground. The beautiful redhead from the jewelry store turns away from him and starts walking. She’s wearing a skintight pencil skirt and an equally skintight tank top.

  Max was right. Her body is banging.

  Then Torch spits again and marches after her. He wraps his arm around her waist and spins her around. Her hands fly up to his chest, and I watch her push him.

  He leans in really close, getting right in her face before he bends down, shoves his shoulder in her stomach and hauls her up and over.

  My eyes widen when her fists beat against his lower back and her legs start kicking, her spiky high heels flying around dangerously.

  He raises his hand and slaps her ass, hard. I jump slightly when Max squeezes my knee at the same time.

  “Don’t meddle in other people’s shit,” he warns as he starts the engine.

  “I was just watching,” I shrug.

  “Bullshit,” he chuckles before he takes off.

  It doesn’t take us long to get back to our house. When we pull into the drive, Max instructs me to stay in my seat. Then he jogs around the pickup and opens my door.

  I don’t even get one foot out before he slides his arms underneath me and picks me up. He carries me through the front door and then all the way upstairs and into our bedroom.

  Without a word, he sets me down and then unzips the back of my dress. He peels it down my chest before letting it fall into a poofy pile on the floor. There I stand before him, in nothing but a pair of white lacy panties.

  I’m his wife and he’s my husband.

  I’m his Old Lady and he’s my Old Man.

  The father to my unborn child.

  He’s the man who murdered for me without batting an eyelash—three times.

  I love him.

  I love every piece of him—including the ruthlessness he holds inside of him.

  Max wraps his hands around my biceps and yanks me against his chest, his head slants and he devours me. He doesn’t stop devouring me until the sun comes up. We’re sweaty, exhausted, spent, and wrapped in each other’s arms.

  The second best night of my life, the first being the night I climbed on the back of his bike in front of my apartment in San Diego.

  My rough and ruthless lover.

  Epilogue

  MADDOG

  I lean my head back, letting it hit the headboard, closing my eyes and enjoying the warm mouth that’s wrapped around my dick.

  Fuck, but my wife knows how to give head. My balls tighten and I surge up once before I push her shoulders back slightly.

  “I wasn’t finished,” she all but pouts.

  “Sweetness, your mouth feels like heaven, but after six weeks, I need to come inside that cunt,” I grind out.

  I grin when she starts to crawl up my body and straddles me. Her slick heat sliding over my dick feels like fucking heaven. I reach between us, not ready for her to take me yet. Honestly, I’ll come in an instant, and I want to draw this out.

  I gently thrust a finger inside of her and press my thumb to her clit. She whimpers before she starts to ride my hand. She’s gorgeous, my sweet girl.

  I feel her pussy flutter, and I know she’s close, so I move my hands and line up my dick as I guide her down.

  “Goddamn,” I curse as she takes me wholly inside of her. Heaven. Pure goddamn heaven. “Move,” I grunt.

  Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t hesitate as she starts to move, and it doesn’t take her long to topple over the edge I brought her to.

  I follow in about a nanosecond, filling her completely full, my eyes seeing stars I’ve come so hard.

  “Maxfield,” she whispers before she falls against my chest.

  The soft fabric of her nightgown brushes against my skin and it irritates me.

  “Will you take this fuckin’ thing off,” I grunt.

  “No way. I’m so gross,” she whispers against me.

  “Sweetness, I’ve seen it all. Take it the fuck off. I want to feel your soft body against mine,” I murmur against her temple as I gently glide the nightgown up her body. She sighs heavily but relents, and I can’t help but grin.

  My Mary-Anne is gorgeous all of the time; but right now, she’s absolutely stunning.

  Where she sees extra skin, I see the body that housed our daughter for nine months. The body that nourished her and brought her into this world. That alone makes her stunning.

  Couple that with the fact that I thou
ght she was too thin to begin with, and it makes these new curves fucking spectacular.

  “When does she eat again?” I ask as my fingers trail up and down her spine.

  “Thirty minutes,” she mumbles.

  “Gonna clean you up, then I’m gonna eat that pussy until she wakes up. I’ve missed it,” I announce as I roll her off of me and head to the bathroom.

  Once I’ve cleaned her up, I commence with my promise, and I eat her until she comes. Then I lazily lick and suck on her soft, sweet cunt until Riley starts to wail from her crib. With a kiss to Mary’s clit, I stand and tug on my boxers before I go and get my hungry girl.

  Riley is lying on her back, screaming her sweet little head off by the time I make it into her bedroom. I pick her up before I smell her head, her soft black hair tickling my nose.

  After I change her diaper, I hold her close to my bare chest as I take her into her mama. She’s sucking on her balled up fists, searching for food.

  Mary is waiting for us, her back against the headboard. I expect to see that nightgown back on, but it’s not. She’s completely nude, a sheet pulled up to her hips, and her arms out for our daughter. I pass her over and she smiles down at Riley as she places her at her breast.

  I look down at my girl. She sighs before her bright blue eyes pop open and then roll in the back of her head in ecstasy. I feel the same fucking way when Mary’s tits are in my mouth.

  “Don’t be perverted,” Mary hisses, knowing exactly what I’m thinking, mainly because I’ve said it before.

  “I’m not, sweetness,” I chuckle my lie as I walk around the bed. Mary just rolls her eyes.

  Crawling between the sheets, I curl into my woman’s side, placing my hand on Riley’s soft hair, watching the gorgeous girls of my life—watching my wife feed my baby.

  I never thought I would have this again, not ever. I want more, so much fucking more. More kids, more Mary, and more time on this earth with all of them.