Rough & Rich (Notorious Devils Book 6)

by Hayley Faiman

  Walking into the bar, I see her sitting with Serina. She gives me a smile and scoots off of her chair, walking toward Grease, I assume. Imogen turns to me. Expecting to see a look of disgust in her eyes, I’m surprised that she’s smiling and looks fairly at ease.

  “You okay, sunshine?” I ask, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

  Her brown eyes meet mine, and I see a mix of fear, hesitation, and apprehension in them.

  “Church in two hours,” MadDog announces in the bar.

  I wrap my hand around Genny’s and tug her off of her stool as I start to quickly walk toward my room. I know she is struggling to keep up with me, but I need to ensure that she’s okay. I can’t do that with a room full of people. Once we’re inside of my room, I spin around and walk toward her until her back is pressed against the closed door.

  “Sloane,” she breathes as her eyes search mine.

  I dip my head and press my forehead against hers, closing my eyes and inhaling her scent before I speak. “I thought he was going to hurt you. I swear to god, Imogen, I’ve never been so scared in my entire fucking life. I was helpless. I couldn’t protect you,” I whisper.

  “It wasn’t your fault,” she breathes. I let out a humorless laugh and lift my head from hers.

  “Yeah, sunshine, it fucking is my fault. Anything that happens to you because of the club, because of my involvement with it, anything I can’t protect you from is my goddamn fault.”

  I gaze into her pretty brown eyes as she lifts her hand and cups my cheek. “You cannot control the actions of other people. In this building or outside of it. I was scared, terrified even, but just like you couldn’t control Graham’s actions, you could not control that police officer’s,” she says gently.

  “If that other one hadn’t said anything, nobody would have stopped him,” I mutter.

  She wraps her other hand around my waist, and my body does a tremor as her hand touches my bare skin. “I know he wouldn’t have, but it still wouldn’t have been your fault, baby.”

  This softness from her, I haven’t had it in so long. I didn’t earn it. Now, it’s too much; she’s too fucking sweet, and it makes my goddamn heart ache. I lower my head again and press my lips to hers. Without hesitation, she opens for me. Though I don’t deserve it, I take from her anyway.

  I yank her pants down. I unzip my own, pushing them down past my ass before I bend slightly and pick her up by the backs of her knees. I slam inside of her tight cunt, with one hard thrust. Her head falls back and hits the door with a thud. I kiss her neck, licking and sucking as I drive into her, surely bruising her back as it slams against the door.

  “Sloane,” she groans as her nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders.

  “Fuck, sunshine,” I murmur, fucking her even harder.

  Imogen’s pussy flutters, and I can tell she’s climbing closer—but I’m not ready for her to come yet. I bite down on her neck, and she shivers in my arms. Goddamn, she feels so good—so good. “Don’t come yet,” I murmur against her skin.

  “Sloane, I’m close,” she pants.

  Reluctantly, I pull out of her completely. She growls, which causes me to smile. Picking her up, I walk a few feet closer to the bed and toss her there before kicking off my pants. I watch as she removes her shirt.

  I sink my teeth into my bottom lip at my wife, spread out completely naked, flushed from my cock. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful—that is, until she actually comes. That is fucking gorgeous.

  I crawl up the bed and gather her in my arms, not wanting to fuck her from behind, needing to have her brown eyes focused on mine.

  On my knees, with her tits pressed against my chest, and her eyes connected to mine, I wrap my arms around her back. Then I lower Imogen onto my cock.

  Holding her still and against my body, I lift my hips and surge inside of her tight heat. Her legs instantly wrap around mine as I hold her body flush against my own.

  “I love you, baby,” she whispers, lifting her arms to wrap around my neck and holding the back of my head with her hands.

  “Nobody touches you, nobody but me,” I growl.

  She shakes her head as tears fill her eyes. “Never,” she whispers.

  I wish I could stay buried inside of her forever, but when her pussy starts to flutter again, I don’t try to stop her from coming. I want to feel her squeeze my cock and take her pleasure from me.

  That’s exactly what I do, and she presses her lips to mine as she shakes against me with her climax. I pull her down on my cock a few times, swallowing her cry as my release shoots deep inside of her, marking all of her as mine.

  Unable to hold her up much longer, I lie us down on the bed, slipping from her pussy before I pull her against my side. Imogen doesn’t speak. Her head rests on my chest, and her fingers gently stroke my side.

  “This, what’s between us, it feels so different than it did before you went away, and even from when we were first together,” she states.

  I lift my hand into the back of her hair and tug her head so that I can look into her eyes.

  “We’re not the same people we were when we were kids. And we sure as fuck aren’t the same people we were three years ago,” I mutter.

  “You make me happy, Sloane. I never thought I would say that again, but you really do. I love you more today than I ever have.”

  Running my fingertips over her lips, I sift them through her hair at the side of her head and search her eyes. My wife, this woman whose heart is bigger than anything I could ever imagine. The way she accepts me, loves me, and has forgiven me is beyond anything I could ever imagine possible.

  “Love you, Imogen, more than you could ever know,” I admit.

  She smiles before she presses her lips to my chest and lays her cheek against me. I hold her for as long as I can before I have to get up to meet the rest of the brothers for church.

  I smooth down the skirt of my dress and then take another look in the mirror. My parents’ summer party is what they call informal; but to the rest of the world, it would be considered very formal.

  I’m wearing a chiffon, billowy, long sleeve maxi dress that is bright blue, with big, bright, deep fuchsia flowers printed on it. It has a kimono style top that exposes the center of my entire chest down to just above my belly button, with a thick band around my waist. The skirt flows to the ground from my waist but has a slit cut high, all the way up to almost my hip.

  Grabbing my purse, I slip on my gold high heels—Louboutins. I think I could have an addiction to them, it seems they’re all I buy. I smile as I look down at them.

  They have triangle cutouts along the bottom, trimmed in metallic gold leather, with small gold spikes all over. I freaking love them. I’m sure they’ll get stuck in the grass more times than I care for them to, and I’ll probably end the afternoon barefoot, but it’s all in the grand entrance. This outfit is sure to make my entrance exactly that.

  “You planning on taking off your robe and putting your dress on anytime soon? If we don’t leave in the next ten minutes, we’re going to be late,” Sloane states.

  I turn from the mirror with a smirk on my lips. “This is my dress. I’m ready to go. My clutch is on the bed if you’ll grab that,” I say, fastening a delicate rose gold chain onto my wrist.

  “What do you mean, that’s your dress? Your tits are hanging out,” he growls.

  I look down at my chest, but nothing is showing—not even a hint of cleavage. Though the dress has no center to my chest area, it completely covers each breasts.

  “My tits are not hanging out. There’s not even a hint of boob, Sloane; not even side boob.”

  His eyes narrow, and I watch as a muscle jumps in his jaw when he clenches his teeth together. I close the distance between us and press my chest against his.

  For the first time ever, he’s wearing his cut to one of our family’s functions, and it was by my request. Sloane’s hands cup my ass, and he pulls me even closer to him, pressing his length
against my belly.

  “I’m going to be hard all fucking day, sunshine,” he murmurs.

  “I’ll let you fuck me in my childhood bedroom,” I whisper.

  He grins, and it turns from small to a full-blown, wide smile. “Is it still hot pink?” he asks.

  “Exact same bed. My mother hasn’t redecorated that room yet. She can’t decide what she wants to do with it,” I nod.

  I don’t know that it’s not that my mother can’t decide what to do with it, exactly. I think maybe she’s avoiding it for whatever reason. It’s as though my childhood bedroom is locked in a time warp.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here, then. Never did get to fuck you on those pretty pink sheets. Been waiting almost twenty years to do it.”

  I throw back my head and laugh at my husband. This man. My entire world. He brushes my lips with his and squeezes my ass one last time before he releases me and walks toward the door. He lifts his chin, and I follow behind him. He walks over to his muscle car and we slide inside.

  “I didn’t realize this had a slit up to your pussy, sunshine,” he rumbles, his hand on my knee as we head toward Frisco.

  I frown slightly and turn to him. “Do you not like it?”

  My breath hitches when he moves his hand up the inside of my thigh to the center of my panties and slips his fingers beneath them, straight to my core. His fingers pump in and out of me a few times, and I can’t stop my hips from searching for more, or my mouth from letting out a moan.

  “I don’t want you to come, sunshine,” he rasps.

  My eyes pop open as I turn to him, his thumb pressing against my clit at the exact same time.

  “Why?” I whine.

  “When I make you come, it’s going to be in your bedroom, on that bed, an image I jacked off to about a million and five fucking times as a teenager. You spread out for me for the taking on those pink sheets,” he grins.

  I laugh, “You are such a pervert.”

  “Fuck yeah, I am,” he grunts, as he continues to curl his fingers inside of me.

  I can’t think anything else as he continues to touch me, bringing me closer toward my release. I bite my bottom lip with a whimper as I try not to come all over his fingers. The car stops and my eyes snap open. The vision in front of me is my parents’ home.

  “Sloane,” I hiss as he slides his fingers out of me.

  I watch as he brings them up to his mouth and sucks them clean. Then he leans over and presses his lips to mine, shoving his tongue deep inside of my mouth, swirling it around. I taste myself on him.

  I reach over and grab onto his cut with a moan. Then a knock on the window has me jumping. I turn my head to see my father standing beside my door, his arms folded across his chest.

  My door is wrenched open and my father reaches down and grabs my bicep, dragging me out of the car. My ankle twists as I try to gain my balance.

  “You want to take your goddamn hands off of my wife?” Sloane growls as he rushes to my side.

  He wraps his hand around my waist, yanking me closer to him. I have to gain my balance again, but at least he’s holding onto me tightly as I do.

  “I didn’t think you’d have the balls to show, or that you wouldn’t be locked up in jail.”

  Sloane lets out a humorless laugh. “Or that Imogen would still be at my side and not play into your dirty little hand like you’d planned?”

  My father’s face turns beat red, and he lets out a low growl before he calms himself almost immediately. It’s a little scary, but perfectly normal for my father, who is scary in and of himself. I smooth my dress down and then my hair as well, trying to regain my faculties.

  “You look like goddamn trash, the both of you,” my father sneers.

  “Well, I’m glad you think so highly of us, but I could care less what you think. I’m not here for you, I’m here for mother and Kalli,” I state as I take a step toward the front door. “Father, it doesn’t matter what you think of me or Sloane. We’re married, happily. Your plan didn’t work, but it almost got me raped by some dickhead cop. Please stop.” Sloane stiffens beside me, but I don’t allow him to wait another second to hear anything else my father has to say.

  “I can’t believe you just said that,” he growls in my ear as his hand tightens around me.

  “He needed to know, and I don’t want to get into a discussion about it. It’s over and done with,” I shrug.

  We don’t say anything else as we enter the backyard of the party. There are at least two hundred people milling around, but finding my mother is easy. She’s wearing a maxi dress as well, except it’s a solid color, bright lime green. It actually looks lovely against her skin. We make our way toward her, and her eyes light up at the sight of me before they shift to Sloane in surprise.

  “I’m sure your father loved seeing the vest, Sloane dear,” my mother says with a smirk before she leans over and gives him cheek kisses. She does the same with me. “You look lovely, Imogen.”

  “Thanks,” I grin.

  My mother and I have started to chat lately. It’s something new, but I’m starting to enjoy our communication. The same goes for Kalli, who floats toward us in a white chiffon skirt and a pale pink sleeveless top, accented perfectly with a thick gold belt around her waist.

  Kallie wraps her arms around me in a tight hug then turns to Sloane and does the same. “I would love for you to meet someone,” she murmurs. I look from her to a very dashing man standing behind her.

  “This is Calvin,” Kalli says as her cheeks tint pink.

  I hear Sloane grunt beside me, but I can’t help but smile. I reach out my hand, and the man brings it up to his lips, brushing my knuckles.

  “Imogen Stewart, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he murmurs.

  He has silver hair and looks to be around his mid-sixties. I blink and wonder if this is the man my father was trying to set me up with.

  I clear my throat as he releases my hand. “Do we know you?” Sloane asks on a growl, taking the words out of my mouth.

  “No. Imogen’s father has been trying to do business with me. Though, I admit, it was a tempting offer, but I’m sorry dear. You’re just too young for me. I prefer a mature woman who knows how to handle a man. If you see your father, tell him I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us, businesswise or family wise. It seems as though you’ve found someone your own age.”

  I blink at his words, unbelieving of what he’s saying. I shouldn’t be surprised that my father flat-out lied to me. A part of me is a little shocked at the entirety of the situation. Then I burst out laughing. My mother, Sloane, and Kalli all stare at me.

  “Oh, Calvin. I’m actually Mrs. Imogen Huntington. I do believe my father was trying to fool us both. I’m so glad that you’ve found Kalli, as I’m very much in love with her son and have been since I was a fifteen-year-old girl,” I say. He grins and nods before he expresses both his agreement and relief.

  “You better start talking to me, sunshine,” Sloane whispers against my ear.

  I turn to him and smile. “Why don’t we head into the house and I’ll tell you what happened?” I ask with a smirk.

  I watch his lips twitch as he does his best to scowl at me. Then he reaches for my hand and tugs me toward the house.

  “You want to explain to me about Calvin out there?” I ask as I lock the door to Imogen’s bedroom behind me.

  She laughs as she takes off her dress, leaving her in only her high heels and panties. She’s gone braless today, and the thought of her tits being bare, all day, makes my mouth water and pisses me off all at the same time.

  I watch as she steps out of her shoes and then her panties before she climbs onto her bed and turns around. She spreads her thighs in the middle of her pink bed. All thoughts of her father and this Calvin guy completely disappear.

  “You’ve just made the seventeen-year-old me’s fantasy come true, Imogen, baby,” I murmur.

  With a smirk, she trails her fingers down the center of her chest to her pu
ssy and dips them inside. I strip my clothes off, unable to control myself. I need her tight cunt wrapped around my dick, not her fingers.

  Crawling between her spread thighs, I wrap my hand around her wrists and give her a gentle squeeze. She moves her hand out of the way, and I replace her fingers with my cock.

  “On your stomach,” I demand.

  She shivers and moves to her stomach, lifting her ass in the air. I bite my lip as my eyes scan her perfect round ass, splayed against the soft sheets of her childhood bedroom. Fuck me, I’ve jacked off to this image right here for most of my late-teen years.

  “Sunshine,” I rasp.

  “Baby,” she whispers, looking back at me.

  I spread her ass with my hands and squeeze her flesh before I align my cock with her wet pussy. I can see how slick she is just with a glance. Pressing my cock to her entrance, I gently slip the head inside of her, causing her to sigh.

  “Sloane,” she whimpers.

  Slipping my hand down her spine, I grab a handful of her hair in my hand, tugging it as I slam deep inside of her sweet cunt. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch as my cock disappears inside of her tight heat, over and over. Tugging her hair back, I groan as her back bows and I sink a little deeper inside of her.

  Neither of us speak, my grunts filling the air, as she gasps softly every so often. “Make yourself come on my cock, baby,” I rasp as my hand connects with her ass.

  Imogen’s hand slips underneath her body, and I feel her nails graze my balls. I tighten my fingers in her hair a little more at the sensation. Her breath hitches as her body shivers. “Sloane,” she gasps. “I’m going to come.”

  I grunt as I fuck her a little harder, my hips slamming against her ass and filling the room with the sound of slapping skin. When her body tenses, I feel her pussy contract around me. Then she lets out a sob. I speed up my thrusts before I bury myself inside of her as deep as I can go. I come, hard, my cock twitching and filling her with my cum.