The Notorious Devils MC: Complete Collection BoxSet

by Faiman, Hayley

  “You’re a jealous bastard with her,” Sniper says.

  I look up to see he’s grinning.

  “Fuckin’ right, I am. Got a right to be. She’s a hot piece,” I grin, repeating Torch’s words from earlier.

  “She would be, if she didn’t feel like my sister,” he chuckles. I nod.

  “We cool?” I ask. He shakes his head once.

  “Brother, never weren’t. I was pissed you thought I’d be fuckin’ her behind your back, but it looked shady. I get it,” he admits.

  I agree.

  Shady as fuck.

  “Thank you,” I grind out.

  “For?”

  “Keeping her safe. Keeping her working, and my baby healthy and happy,” I express.

  Sniper wraps me in a hug and hits my back.

  “Always, brother. But not just for you, for her, too. She’s a good girl,” he says.

  “The best,” I admit.

  I spend the rest of the day pouring over paperwork and financial figures. I have three years to make up for.

  Three years of minutes to read from church meetings.

  It seemed like my life was on hold for those years, but life here didn’t stop.

  It kept pushing along, and now it’s time to play catch up. Then, I’m going to pick up my Old Lady and show her pretty ass off.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  KENTLEE

  I think that I must be lucky.

  I would have never thought this three years ago, when I was left alone and pregnant. Since that initial fear, I’ve had nothing but wonderful hit my doorway.

  Between Mary-Anne, Bates, and Tammy, how could I ask for better people at my back?

  Sure, I miss my family—Brentlee most of all—but I kind of have Connellee and that’s better than having nobody.

  I stand in front of the mirror as a wave of sadness rolls through me. I try not to think about Brentlee often, but when I do, it makes me mournful.

  I was uninvited to her wedding. I haven’t seen her since the day my parent’s and I had the massive fight over Pierce and my pregnancy. Years have gone by since I have spoken to my own sister.

  That’s a lie.

  I did see her about a year ago, but she didn’t see me. She was sitting in a restaurant and she looked depressed.

  Twenty-one years old and she was dressed in a pantsuit, her hair in a French twist, with pearls around her neck.

  She looked polished and sophisticated, but she looked older. She didn’t look like my young and vibrant sister.

  I watched her, just enjoying seeing her, even if she looked depressed as hell.

  I watched as Scotty walked up to her table and her whole body stiffened. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I hated it.

  I couldn’t watch once Scotty was there. That man is a snake, and I don’t trust him one single bit. I hope that one day my sister will come back to me, that we can be friends again.

  I would love for her to know her nephew.

  I shake the sadness and disappointment away and inspect my clothes. Tonight is something special for Pierce. He wants me at his side and that’s where I’ll be.

  I turn to look at my profile and suck in my stomach a bit. It could be toned more, but I’m thinner these days than when I met him.

  The leggings I’m wearing are tight and are a pleather type material, but with the comfort and stretch of leggings, making my legs look fantastic with the bright red, Devils Club, high heels I’m sporting.

  I look at my white tank, which covers to just above my ass, wishing it were about two inches longer. I've got on a red, lacy bra underneath.

  I’m wearing my long blonde hair straight and down, my makeup dark, and my lips red against my pale skin.

  I feel sexy and pretty.

  I feel like a biker babe.

  I’m all jeans and t-shirts, except when I have to wear the horrible hot pants and sparkly bra top at the Devils Club.

  Tonight, I want to be sexy for my man and for myself. I haven’t gone out since before Bear was born, and tonight I’m going to enjoy myself.

  “Ready, baby girl?” Pierce’s voice timbres through the house and I look at myself one last time.

  Ready as I’ll ever be.

  “Yeah, coming,” I call out as I turn the lights off in my bedroom and make my way toward the living room.

  Pierce is standing with Bear in his giant arms and the sight makes my knees weak.

  I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to seeing this man with Bear in his arms.

  It’s so beautiful.

  “Babe,” he grunts as his eyes scan my body.

  I blush before looking over to Tammy, who is smiling so wide I think her face might actually crack.

  I ignore Tammy’s smile and Pierce’s hot gaze and take Bear from his strong arms. I nuzzle his sweet baby neck and gently kiss his cheek, trying not to dye it red with my lipstick.

  I tell him to be a good boy and then give Tammy instructions she doesn’t need—like how the phone numbers are on the fridge to the doctors, that my cell will be on and with me at all times, and the usual panicked mother-leaving-her-child worries.

  “Go have fun, Kentlee, you deserve it,” she whispers in my ear as she gives me a big hug.

  I don’t know if I deserve a night off from work and mommy-hood, but I’m honestly grateful and thankful for it all the same.

  Pierce doesn’t say a word as I follow him to his motorcycle. It’s been so long since I’ve been on the back. It seems like a lifetime ago.

  I stand there, trying to decide just how I’m going to ride on this thing in heels. It’s been so long since I’ve been on the back of his bike. As he straddles it and starts the engine, I exhale.

  My mouth waters at the sight of him, his strong legs hugging the black piece of metal, his hair in his man bun, so fucking sexy, his beard covering his face.

  I clench my thighs together, remembering just how good that beard felt against me when he was licking my pussy.

  “C’mon, sugar,” he shouts over the rumble of the engine.

  I shake myself out of my dreamy haze and place my hand on his shoulder as I climb on behind him. Wrapping my hands around his middle, I hold on tight as he takes off toward his clubhouse.

  The night air is crisp and clean, surely making my hair a hot mess of a disaster, but I don’t care. I’ve got my man and I’m finally happy again. He’s made me promises that I can only pray he keeps.

  I could hold the past against him. I could be angry and bitter, but what good would that do? It wouldn’t be good for Bear or me.

  The best thing I can do is let this man love us, show us, and hopefully prove to us that he’s going to take care of us. I’m going to hold onto my slice of happiness for as long as I can have it.

  The gravel parking lot is completely full of bikes at the clubhouse. I’ve only been here twice, yet I have never seen it so packed.

  Pierce parks right in front, in an empty spot that must be always designated for him. There are a few guys standing outside, and he lifts his chin to them before grabbing my hand. I quickly try to finger comb my once straight and sleek hair.

  “Babe,” he rumbles as I tug my hand out of his.

  “I need to fix my hair. It’s a disaster,” I huff, continuing to run my fingers through it to try and untangle all the knots.

  Pierce turns and takes a step toward me before he wraps his arm around my back and hauls me into his chest.

  I’m startled by the move and drop my arm, looking up into his big gray eyes. He buries his other hand into my hair, messing it up further and I narrow my eyes at him.

  “You look fuckin’ sexy as hell tonight, baby girl. I’m gonna have to keep your ass close, because every man in there is gonna want a piece of you. Your hair is fuckin’ sin, your tits goddamn unbelievable, and your ass—swear to Christ, I almost wept when I saw you in those pants. Stop worryin’.”

  He slams his lips down on mine before I can say a word. His hand slides from my lo
wer back to my ass and he squeezes roughly, causing me to moan into his mouth.

  “Let’s go,” he grunts.

  I take a moment to wipe my lipstick from his face as he cleans mine up as well.

  I can’t stop the giant smile from forming on my lips, and Pierce grins as he shakes his head. He keeps his hand firmly planted on my ass as he guides me inside of his club.

  We walk inside and it reminds me of the night I came to tell him I was pregnant, except times ten.

  There are naked women, barely dressed women, and women in jeans and tanks milling around. A few people look at us but keep doing what, or who, they were doing before.

  My eyes crash with familiar gray ones and I try to hide my shock, but I really am bad at it. I watch as the man smiles before he makes his way toward us.

  “Kentlee,” he says, taking my hand in his warm one.

  Pierce’s fingers dig into my ass and I hear him grunt beside me.

  “Pops,” he grumbles.

  The man looks at his son—they look even more like twins standing right here in front of me, together.

  “MadDog,” I say as he smiles warmly at me.

  “You do as I suggested?” MadDog asks.

  Pierce narrows his eyes and grits his teeth as he stares down his father. He moves his hand from my ass and whistles so loud that it feels like I’ve burst an eardrum.

  “Listen up,” he hollers.

  The room goes silent.

  The men stare at him and wait. He’s in control of everyone here. He is completely in charge, and I swear, he looks even bigger in this moment.

  “Three years away was a fuck’ve a long time. I missed a lot with the club and with my brothers. I’m happy as fuck to be back. I also missed a lot personally, that means this little girl standing next to me. This is Kentlee, she’s the mother of my son, and she’s agreed to be my Old Lady and my wife. Anybody so much as looks at her sideways, and I’ll fucking kill you,” he roars.

  I swear, you could hear a pin drop.

  Then, not more than thirty seconds later, there are cheers and the music goes back up.

  “Fuckin’ wonderful. Now, when do I meet my only grandson?” MadDog asks. I can’t help myself—I giggle.

  “Will you still be in town tomorrow?” I question.

  “Be here for a few days, darlin’,” MadDog grins.

  “Then of course, come over tomorrow and I’ll make dinner,” I suggest as Pierce places his hand on my ass again. I look up to him, but his head is turned and he’s talking to a man I don’t recognize.

  “Sounds good,” MadDog says quietly.

  “Do you have another name I can call you? You know, aside from MadDog?” I ask, wrinkling my nose. He chuckles.

  “Call me, Max,” he winks.

  “Gotta make rounds, babe. C’mon,” Pierce orders. I look up to Max who just smiles.

  “See you tomorrow afternoon, Kentlee,” he says gently.

  It shocks me a bit. He looks tough and hard, but like Pierce, he’s gentle when he wants to be.

  I smile, liking that Bear will have such strong men in his life, but also men that will show him that it’s okay to be gentle at times, too.

  Pierce leads me over to the bar and asks for a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses from the barely dressed girl bartending.

  She quickly hands him what he asks for, and I watch as he pours two shots. He hands me one and I just look down at it.

  I haven’t had hard liquor since before I had Bear. My tolerance was shit before, now it’s probably nonexistent.

  I watch as Pierce takes his shot and then raps on the bar and asks for a couple of beers. I’m still staring at mine like it’s going to sprout horns and do a little dance for me.

  “Drink up, babe. We’re havin’ fun tonight,” Pierce murmurs as he places a hot kiss on my neck.

  “I don’t drink at all anymore. I haven’t since I had Bear,” I admit, still staring at the tequila.

  “Let loose, baby girl. Celebrate with your man,” he murmurs against the side of my neck.

  His tongue snakes out and he licks my skin up to my earlobe before taking the lobe in his mouth and gently sucking.

  Fuck, it feels good, too.

  I down the shot and then chase it with a swig of beer.

  Fuck it.

  I’m going to have some damn fun with my man.

  Pierce pulls me to stand between his legs and I happily wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his chest.

  I feel his hand on my ass, rubbing and squeezing me as the tequila warms my body from the inside out. I take my beer and nurse it while I inhale his spicy scent.

  It’s turning me on.

  The tequila, the beer, his smell, and his hot hand burning through my clothes.

  “’Nother one, baby girl,” he murmurs, handing me another shot.

  This time, I don’t think. I take it. I am quietly enjoying my second beer, cuddled up with my man while he talks to his buddies. I’m in fucking bliss and getting more turned on by the minute.

  The sound of a loud moan interrupts my blissful cuddle and I peak over Pierce’s shoulder to check out the noise.

  My eyes almost pop out of my head at what I see. Katie Powell is on her hands and knees on the edge of the pool table, completely naked.

  She’s sucking on a guy’s dick, while another guy is fucking her from behind.

  “Holy crap,” I murmur.

  Pierce turns around to see what’s going on and then turns back to me.

  “That’s what she’s here for, Kent,” he says with a shrug.

  “I know that. I’ve seen these girls fuck before, Pierce. What do you think they do when they close the club down and have private parties?”

  I roll my eyes and his other hand buries in my hair, tangling and pulling it tight as his eyes pin mine in place.

  “I hate that you were there for that shit. I hate that you saw any of it. Don’t remind me of your time there. It’s fuckin’ over now,” he growls.

  Pierce slams his mouth down on mine and his tongue forces its way inside of my mouth.

  He tastes like a mix of tequila and beer. I should hate the way it tastes, but on him, it makes me want him.

  I press myself closer to his body and slide one of my hands from around his neck. I glide my hand down his chest, feeling each ripple of his abs.

  Bravely, I cup his cock on the outside of his jeans. He’s hard, so I gently squeeze, and he groans into my mouth.

  “Want those red lips wrapped around my cock, baby girl,” he murmurs after he breaks our kiss.

  “Here?” I ask shyly.

  “I can take you somewhere,” he murmurs as his hand wraps around my neck.

  “If you want that right here, I’ll do that for you, Pierce,” I whisper, surprised by my own words.

  Maybe it’s the liquor, maybe it’s the fact that everybody around here is engaging in some kind of sex and couldn’t give two shits about the other people in the room.

  Maybe I just want to make him happy.

  “I want all of you, Kentlee. I want your lips on my cock. I want your pussy and I want that perfect fuckin’ ass. I wasn’t fuckin’ around when I said nobody would see you like that. They won’t.

  “I know a blow job ain’t like fuckin’, but I don’t want one asshole here to think they got a shot at you. I don’t want them to even imagine it’s them you’re blowin’,” he grunts, releasing me.

  He then pours himself another shot and downs it right in front of me. I blink up at him in surprise.

  “Would you want that with me, though?” I ask, nodding behind him to Katie, or Kitty, or whatever the fuck they call her.

  “Sharing you? Are you for fuckin’ real right now?” he growls.

  “With another woman, Pierce, not a man,” I huff.

  He studies me for a beat before he speaks. When he does, it’s with his gentle voice.

  “Fucked a lot of pussy in this lifetime, baby girl. I’ve had threesomes, yeah, with whore
s. You’re mine, though. Don’t give a fuck if it’s another woman or another man, I ain’t sharing you, any part of you, with somebody else,” he murmurs before he brushes his lips against mine.

  “I want you to be happy, Pierce. I know how often the threesome thing happens. I saw it all the time,” I mutter, looking down at my red high heels.

  “I’m so goddamned happy with you, Kentlee. Nothin’ could change that,” he says before he kisses the swell of my breast.

  “I don’t want you to feel like you’re throwing anything away for me,” I whisper with watery eyes.

  Fuck, I hate it when I drink and cry. It’s embarrassing as hell.

  “I’m thirty-eight years old, sugar. I’ve done and seen a lot. I ain’t throwin’ a damn thing away by having you as mine. I’m finally living,” he says.

  Pierce then crashes his lips to mine as his hands wrap around the backs of my thighs before he picks me up. I instantly wrap my legs around his waist and hold on.

  I hang on as he carries me to his bedroom and slams the door behind us before he removes my octopus arms and legs from his body.

  I don’t pause. I don’t think. I just let my alcohol daze guide me—to my knees.

  Without even looking up, I unbuckle, unzip, and shove Pierce’s jeans down his thighs. He’s going commando.

  I whimper as his cock comes into view. I lick his slit and then the entire underside of his length.

  “Fuck,” he hisses as he buries his hands in my hair.

  “Fuck my mouth, Pierce. Give it to me the way you want it,” I whisper, looking into his eyes.

  I watch as he closes them for a second and then he looks down on me before he grins.

  “Open up, baby girl. Time for you to be fucked,” he growls.

  I shiver before I open my mouth wide.

  Pierce doesn’t tease me.

  No, he holds my head still with his hands and slides his cock between my lips and down my throat in one smooth motion.

  I keep my eyes on his as he pulls completely out of my mouth, slowly, inch by inch. Then he guides himself back inside, going a little farther.

  He repeats his slow motions until his entire cock is down my throat. It’s hard to breath and my eyes water, but his clenched jaw and his eyes full of amazement are worth every second of pain and uncomfortableness.