Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet

by Hayley Faiman

  “I want to try, for you,” he admits. “Let me try to make you happy.”

  I bite the corner of my lip and nod. I should run far, far away. He’s promising me changes, but then he turns around and says something hurtful.

  I’m foolish to hope that this time it’s a real change, but I do. Again. Something inside of me must be just as broken as what’s inside of him, because I weakly allow this shit over and over.

  “Why do I always believe you?” I ask.

  “Because you’re mine.”

  Without another word, he bends down and presses his lips to mine, his tongue seeking entrance inside of my mouth. I open for him. As I always do, and as I always will. My Sloane, my husband, the man I’ve belonged to since I was just a girl.

  There is no other man for me. As much as he hurts me, I keep going back for more, hoping, praying, and wishing that it will be the last time.

  It’s not lost on me that my relationship with him, the way I continue to go back to him, that it’s nothing short of the definition of insanity. If I lose complete hope in him, and in us—what happens to me then?

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he growls against my lips.

  “I should check on your mom,” I murmur, my eyes still closed.

  “No, baby, you should take your sweet ass to that car, drive home, and fuck your husband.”

  “Sloane,” I whisper as my thighs shake.

  “Go, now,” he rasps.

  I do as he instructs, but once I’ve reached his mother’s front door, I turn around to face him. He looks at me with question.

  “This is all real? Why the change, yet again?” I ask, needing to know more.

  I can only hope that all of this has come about because he did some serious soul searching, that he realizes what he’s done to me, to us, all of those years. That this is because he’s, somehow, a reformed man.

  His only answer is to shrug with eyes focused on mine. Then, when I don’t accept that and simply keep walking to my car, he finally speaks.

  “Torch called me, told me what an ass I’d been. Told me to let you go,” he says. I’m surprised at his words. “I can’t let you go, Imogen. You’re the only constant I’ve ever had in my life. I don’t know who I would be without you at my side.”

  His admission makes my step falter, because I feel the same way. I don’t know who I am without being Sloane’s Imogen. “The other women?” I ask.

  “You’re the only woman who matters to me. Told you I’d stay faithful to you if it’s what you want and, sunshine, I don’t plan on failing,” he says. I can see the sincerity in his eyes, a look I’m not used to from him.

  “Okay,” I whisper before I turn and walk toward my car.

  It’s probably foolish, and I’ll probably end up in a shattered mess, but it’s Sloane. I want him, and I want us to work. I want his children, and for us to live a happy life—a sober life.

  If the club is what he desires, I’m okay with that, as long as I’m at his side and he’s at mine. I wouldn’t have been okay with it five years ago, but now, I fully accept that part of him.

  As long as he gives me all of him, then I’ll always continue to give him all of me as well. I have to accept all of him, just as I expect him to accept me and with that comes accepting his faults and learning to forgive the past. I’ll never be able to forget, but hopefully one day I can completely trust and forgive him again.

  SOAR

  “Don’t break that sweet girls heart, Sloane,” my mother’s voice rings out from the stairwell.

  “Mother,” I warn, turning to face her.

  She looks like shit. Normally, she’s perfectly put together, but her hair is a mess, her face is splotchy, and her eyes are puffy from crying.

  “I’m serious. Don’t turn her into me. She’s much too gentle of a soul,” she whispers. “Your father had six other children, an entire secret life he hid from us. I’d always known about his dalliances, but never about the children. Don’t leave her feeling the way I do right now. If you can’t give her all you’ve promised, you need to let her go,” she announces before she turns and goes back to her bedroom.

  I wonder if that last woman I caught with my father was a mother of one of his children. He doted on her, gave her more than just a stack of cash.

  Shaking my head, my thoughts drift back to the money laundering he asked me to do, and I wonder if that had anything to do with his other life, too.

  Fuck, I have no clue who my old man was. I’m relieved he’s dead. No more schemes, no more lies, and no more pretending. Now, I have to focus on not becoming him—easier said than done.

  Walking outside, I straddle my bike and put on my helmet. It’s not lost on me that my mother isn’t the first person, even just today, who has told me to give Imogen what I promised or let her go.

  I would let her go if I could, but I can’t.

  I should let her go, but something inside of me forces me to hold onto her. Is it true unapologetic love? I don’t know. I know that I haven’t been sober for this long, since I was ten years old. I feel like a completely different person than I did the day I was locked up.

  But I also know without a doubt that Genny’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I can’t imagine my life without her. That’s all I know. So if that’s what love means, then yeah, it’s love keeping me from watching her walk away.

  I sent a text a few minutes ago to find out where MadDog and the rest of the brothers are staying, he just texted me his address. Turning my bike toward the hotel I send my own message letting them know I’m on my way over.

  I need to tell them about the cop pulling me over. I know they can’t do anything about it, but I feel like it was all too suspicious. Like maybe I was targeted. I don’t know if it’s because of me or the club.

  When I pull into the hotel’s parking lot, I’m surprised to see a couple cops standing outside of the front doors. I can feel their eyes on me, as though their gaze actually heats my skin, then a hard band clamps around my bicep. As much as I want to jerk out of his hold, I don’t. I lift my chin and am surprised to meet the eyes of the cop that pulled me over.

  “You and your buddies plan anything around here, and I will catch you. I’ll take extreme pleasure out of throwing you back in jail. I’ll also love knowing the fact that you’ll be getting ass-raped while I fuck that sweet little wife of yours,” he chuckles.

  His buddy clears his throat, but I don’t respond. If I even open my mouth, I know for a fact that I’ll say and do something that will definitely put my ass back in jail just like he wants. My face heats and my blood boils as I stomp into the elevator and watch the numbers climb to the floor my brothers are on.

  “Who pissed in your cheerios?” MadDog asks before I can even knock on his door.

  I storm into the room and look around, noticing that its all the men and no women. MadDog answers my question before I can ask it, and tells me that they’ve all gone to the pool to get a little sunshine. Then he asks me again what the fuck is going on.

  “I got pulled over the other night. It was because of my cut. He made me do the whole drug screen and shit. Nothing became of it, but I wanted to bring it up to you anyway, just in case it was something to do with the club. That theory was just blown out of the fucking water,” I grind out as I clench my fists.

  Torch lifts his head and his eyes catch mine as he waits for me to continue. When I don’t, he speaks up. “What the fuck happened, brother?” he practically whispers as though he understands the gravity of the situation for me.

  “He and a buddy are standing guard just outside the hotel. He made it clear his mission was to lock my ass up again for a parole violation. Then he told me how he was going to fuck my wife.”

  Every man in the room growls, and I feel the air start to fill with rage. It’s so thick, it’s practically choking me. A second later, MadDog speaks. His voice is low, yet lethal, and full of authority.

  “I know you can’t do anything, b
rother. You stay low and keep your nose clean. I’m going to make some phone calls and try to get to the bottom of this if I can. You keep your ass out of a cell and let us worry about the rest.”

  Giving him a nod, I lift my chin to the rest of my brothers. I tell them that I need to check on Genny and they all give me knowing looks.

  They all fucking know that I need to check on her not for her own safety but for my own sanity. My nerves are shot, and I’ve never felt so goddamn helpless in my entire life.

  Making my way out of the hotel, I decide to go out the back instead of the front, hoping to avoid the dicks in blue and hurry to my bike. Then, I head to Genny.

  Shoving thoughts of the cop, jail, and everything else out of my head, I make my way toward Genny’s house. The door is unlocked when I arrive, and I quickly lock it behind me.

  I can hear her voice floating down the stairs. She’s giving information on my father’s funeral, which will take place in two days. I’m taking Genny right after, and we’re leaving Frisco. I know I promised her until her parent’s summer party, but I can’t wait that long.

  “I just told MadDog about the arrangements,” she murmurs as I walk into her room. She’s ditched her shoes, but she’s still in her sexy as shit long dress.

  “Nice of you. Thanks, baby,” I murmur.

  “I feel like I haven’t slept in a year,” she admits as she sits down on her bed.

  “Stress,” I point out. I walk over to her, sinking down to my knees in front of her, my hands sliding up the outside of her thighs.

  “Sloane,” she whispers.

  “I want to be a better man for you. I have to stay sober to stay out of jail. I don’t like the man I am and what I’m capable of when I’m blazed. I don’t want to lose you again. I know that I can’t live without you. I know that I’ll kill any man that even thinks about taking you from me. I know that I’ll die to keep you safe,” I admit, feeling like a pussy, but telling the truth for the first time, ever.

  “Oh, Sloane,” she sighs as she cups my cheeks.

  “Come back with me. After the funeral, come home, sunshine,” I rasp.

  I watch as her eyes search mine, and then she nods slowly as she bites her bottom lip.

  “This is all really how you feel, for certain?” she asks. I turn my head to press my lips to the inside of her wrist.

  “Yeah. Bring my sunshine home to me.”

  “Okay,” she says as tears fall from her eyes.

  My gut reaction is to drop my pants and fuck her until she screams, but the vulnerable look in her eyes tells me that I need to move slowly—for her. So that’s exactly what I’ll do.

  I untie the little bow at her waist and gently tug her dress open before I pull it down her arms. Wrapping my hand loosely around the front of her throat I slide it down the center of her chest to her belly, stopping just below her belly button.

  “I’m ready to put my baby inside of you, Genny,” I murmur as I feel her stomach tremble beneath my fingers.

  “Sloane,” she exhales.

  I move my hands to her panties and tug them down. She lifts up, and I pull them down her legs before I press my hand to the insides of her thighs and spread her wide. I moan when her fingers comb through my hair and she forces my head back.

  “When you’re like this, I can imagine a beautiful life with you,” she whispers. I wait for her to continue, knowing that she has more to say to me. “I want the beautiful life, Sloane.”

  I slide my fingers through her center, finding her wet and biting my bottom lip as I push two inside of her. Curling my fingers, my eyes connect to hers while her grip flexes in my hair. Her face is flush, her hair hangs around her face, and this is the moment it washes over me—love.

  “I’m giving you the beautiful life you deserve, sunshine. No more women, no more drugs. You and me, our little house up in Shasta, and babies. A simple life,” I rasp.

  “It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she breathes as her thighs shake.

  “I know, sunshine.”

  I continue to fuck her with my fingers, my eyes trained on hers and watching as she climbs closer toward her release, her body moving on its own volition as she chases what I know is bubbling toward the top. Her pussy flutters around my fingers, causing me to groan, wishing my cock were deep inside of her instead.

  “I love you, Sloane,” she whispers as she throws back her head and comes, her pussy squeezing my fingers tightly.

  I let her ride out her climax before I take my own clothes off, quickly. Leaving them in a pile on her floor, I instruct her to climb up the bed. She does as I’ve asked before she removes her bra, releasing her gorgeous tits for me.

  Grasping her ankles, I let my hands slide up her calves, behind her knees and then to the backs of her thighs. I place her legs over my shoulders.

  She bites her bottom lip and grins, the heat in her eyes obvious as the head of my cock presses against her slick entrance.

  “Ready for me, Imogen?” I ask, my eyes snapping up to hers.

  “Sloane,” she moans.

  “Gonna fuck you, sunshine. You ready to take all of me?”

  I watch as she nods. I’ve been rough with her, but nothing like I’m about to be. I’ve always held myself back a bit, thinking she can’t take all that I need to give. She’s got no choice now but to take it. There’s not going to be anybody else, just her. Without another warning, I slam into her, as hard as I can in one thrust.

  “Oh, shit,” she gasps.

  I place one of my hands on her headboard for support, my other on her shoulder to keep her in place, and I thrust into her tight cunt, hard and fast.

  It’s rougher than I’ve ever fucked her before, but I can’t hold back. She’s mine again, and she’s coming home. It feels new, raw, and fucking right—so goddamn right.

  “Relax,” I urge as sweat forms on my forehead.

  My hips moving and my cock filling her over and over as she makes the sweetest fucking sounds on earth beneath me. She’s wound tight, and I can tell by the look on her face that she’s tensing with each thrust. I’m not slowing down, and I can’t stop, so her only alternative is to fucking relax.

  “Sloane, honey,” she gasps as my hips grind against her clit. I lean my head down and press my lips against hers.

  “Relax, sunshine. Feel, don’t think,” I whisper against her lips. I can feel the tension leave her body.

  Returning back to my punishing thrusts, I know when she’s finally feeling instead of thinking. Her back bows as her thighs relax further against her chest, allowing me more room. I take full advantage.

  The tight glove of her pussy strangles me, and I know that she’s close again. I don’t slow down. I speed up my movements and slam against her. Genny’s breath hitches until she gasps, and that’s when she strangles my dick tighter than she ever has, crying out with her release.

  “Christ,” I curse.

  My balls tighten and empty inside of her, my body giving no other warning that I was close. I fucking explode inside of my wife.

  Her pussy pulses as I slowly move in and out of her, allowing her to milk me dry before I collapse on top of her, her thighs wrapping around my waist and her body trembling beneath mine.

  “Fucking hell, sunshine,” I whisper against her neck as her arms wrap around my back.

  “I’ve missed you. Missed us,” she murmurs. I grunt.

  “This is our new beginning, baby.”

  “Sounds nice,” she sighs. I nip the side of her neck with my teeth.

  “Sleep.”

  Chapter Twelve

  IMOGEN

  The black dress I’m wearing is tight and hits to right above my knees, the neckline cut so high that not even a hint of cleavage is showing; the sleeves are three-quarter because that is what is appropriate. My high heels are black, four-inch, Jimmy Choos.

  I finish pinning my hair into a low chignon, away from my face as is proper. My makeup is light; my lips, a dark berry color.

  “You look gor
geous, sunshine,” Sloane murmurs as he slides his hand around my waist from behind, his lips touching the back of my neck.

  “I shouldn’t be excited about today,” I whisper, turning around and sliding my hands up his chest to wrap around the back of his neck.

  “But?”

  “I’m moving back home, and you’re coming with me to stay,” I say, licking my bottom lip.

  “Yeah, I’m stayin’ there, baby,” he murmurs before his mouth touches the corner of mine, careful not to mess up my lips.

  “It’s all real?” I ask, not for the first time.

  Sloane’s hands slide down to my ass and give me a hard squeeze. His stiff cock presses against my belly. “All real, sunshine,” he grins.

  I smile as he shakes his head, and then the doorbell rings. We’ve spent the last few days helping Kalli with the funeral, along with Mary-Anne, Cleo, Colleen, Bobbie, Ivy and Teeny.

  I didn’t think that Kalli would want their help, but when nobody from her circle of friends even offered to lift a finger, she welcomed them with ease and grace.

  She’s still sad, but deep down I think that she’s relieved. Sloane’s father had this hold over her. Now that he’s gone, it’s as though she’s bursting through her shell. It’s a beautiful thing to watch.

  I wish that I could say the same for Kipling, but I can’t. He seems to be retreating into himself more and more. Sloane has been talking with him, but I don’t think it’s helping.

  He had an image of his father built up in his mind, and it’s been shattered. Sloane can’t really help him too much with that aspect, as his image of his father being a good person was shattered when he was just a child.

  Sloane walks downstairs to answer the door as I gather my purse from the bed. I look around my bedroom and shake my head with a grin. I’m completely insane, and absolutely crazy.

  I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I am. I’m leaping into something that will probably crash and burn. There’s something that feels so different this time. Hope—hope is the something that’s different, and I’m going to grasp onto it with both hands.