Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1)

by Hayley Faiman

  Oh, I’ll be having words with Sniper later. I’ll be beating the shit out of him for allowing the mother of my child to work here, wearing what she’s wearing. But right now, my cock is so fucking hard for her, I can’t think of anything else but burying myself inside of her perfect pussy.

  “I need your office,” I grind out. He places a key in my hand with a chuckle.

  I take the four strides that I need to plant myself in front of Kentlee. I can smell her cherry blossom scent I’m so close, but I don’t say a word.

  Instead, I bend down and stick my shoulder in her stomach before I lift her, and carry her away.

  “Pierce,” she gasps. It goes straight to my dick.

  Lucky for me, the office isn’t too far away.

  I unlock the door before setting her down inside. I kick it closed with my boot before I turn to lock us in. Kentlee is standing where I dropped her, on her come fuck me, red high heels, her hands twisted in each other, and her eyes downcast. She’s scared and she fucking should be.

  “The fuck you think you’re doin’ here?” I bark.

  I watch as her back straightens and her head snaps up.

  “Working,” she snorts with pure attitude dripping off of her.

  “See that, but that don’t answer my question. Why in the fuck are you working in a place like this?” I yell, meaner and louder than I intend.

  “The only way your club would help me was to employ me here. It was either dance, or waitress. I chose waitress,” she says, crossing her arms.

  It pushes her perfect tits up, almost spilling them out of the nonexistent top she’s wearing.

  “Why here? Why not your job at Walker’s office?” I ask, trying to focus on the conversation and not my straining cock.

  “I can’t support a baby—by myself—working minimum wage, Pierce. I wouldn’t have been able to afford daycare for full-time work; let alone all the overtime I would have had to work. Bates helped me out by giving me this job. Without it, I wouldn’t have been able to stay in our house. Without it, I wouldn’t have been able to afford diapers,” she says softly. It pisses me off.

  It’s my fault she’s showing off her tits and ass for money.

  I hate it.

  “Sniper could have floated you until I got out. I assumed that’s what he was doin’, anyway. He knew I was good for it. All my club earnings have just been sittin’ in the safe. Why’re you out here looking like a whore?” I ask.

  Her eyes widen before they narrow on me. I’m being an asshole, but this is my sweet Kentlee, she isn’t some club whore.

  “Your club didn’t know who the fuck I was, Pierce. They wouldn’t take care of me, and I’m not going to take any handouts from anybody. I’m an adult Pierce, I had to take responsibility for myself and for my baby. I had nobody. Bates helped me; he gave me this job, a job I work my ass off for, and earn my own money at.

  “You think I want to dress like this and have guys grab my ass every night? You think this is how I saw my life going? You think I wanted to wonder where we stood for three fucking years? You think I wanted to raise a baby all on my own? Give birth to him by myself? Don’t you dare chastise me for putting food on the table, for paying rent, and for taking care of our baby,” she screams, her face going bright red.

  I take a step toward her, unable to stop myself.

  I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her to me. My lips crash down onto hers and I take them roughly.

  I’m taking.

  I’m not giving shit right now, and she’s going to fuckin’ accept it, too. I feel her small fists pound on my chest, for about a second, her body stiff until my tongue slides out and traces the seam of her lips. Then —she melts.

  She melts for me like she did three years ago. Her hands slide up my chest and tangle in the nape of my hair. Her soft breasts press against my chest, and she moans.

  I’m done for.

  This woman is mine.

  Kentlee

  Pierce is kissing me.

  The fucking asshole is kissing me and I love it.

  I missed it.

  I need it.

  Words can’t describe how I felt the moment my eyes landed on him. I could see the shock, surprise, and then the fury cross over his face. This is the last place he expected me to be, and I couldn’t give a shit.

  The attraction I feared was a figment of my imagination—was not.

  My whole body ignited the second my eyes took in his face. I still want him, crave him. He’s bigger and his hair, sweet heavens, it’s long and messy and wild and absolutely superb.

  Admittedly, in the beginning, I felt ashamed to work in the Devils Club; but at this point, I’ve come to accept that it’s my life.

  How can I feel shame for putting food in my baby’s belly?

  How can I feel shame for putting a roof over his head?

  I can’t.

  I’m not doing anything illegal, and I keep my barely-there clothes fully in place—or at least I did until Pierce walked through the door. Now I wish they would disintegrate.

  I moan into his mouth once his tongue invades mine. Firm, warm, and wet. My whole body feels as though it’s going to explode.

  I press myself closer to him, needing more, needing everything he can give me. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched. Three years and one week almost to the day.

  Pierce wrenches his mouth from mine as he trails hot kisses down the side of my throat, his tongue snaking out to taste my skin over the top of my breast.

  “Pierce,” I gasp when I feel his teeth bite down on the flesh of my breast.

  “Strip for me, I want to see what I’ve been dreaming about for three long years,” he orders as he takes a step back from me.

  I exhale a breath and slowly shimmy my little hot pants down my legs before I untie the strings of my top. I’m completely naked, except for my high heels. I’m not a fool. The heels do wonders for my legs, and the rest of me isn’t as tight and sexy as it used to be, so I need all the help I can get.

  I should be screaming at him, so pissed off at how he handled the past three years. How he abandoned us, refusing to communicate at all whatsoever. But my body is too turned on to give an ounce of a fuck right now. All I can think about is how good his cock is going to be when it fills me full.

  Pierce’s eyes scan my body and freeze on my scar, my C-section scar. I move to cover it with my hands, hating how my belly isn’t flat there. It will probably never be. I’ve done crunches, and yoga, and pilates, but it’s not flat.

  I gasp when his hands pull mine away and his finger traces the scar. It’s hairline thin, but it feels tingly when he touches it—a weird sensation that doesn’t seem like it will ever go away.

  “Sniper didn’t tell me how the birth went,” he murmurs before he looks up at me. I see his eyes are shining with unshed tears.

  “He was big and my body couldn’t deliver him. After twenty hours, he needed to come out. It was the only way,” I admit, trying to keep my own tears at bay.

  Pierce drops to his knees and kisses the middle of my scar, right above my pussy.

  “Should have been there for you. I fucked up, baby girl. Can you forgive me?” he asks as he presses his forehead against my stomach.

  I should tell him no.

  I should tell him to fuck off.

  I should tell him a lot of things.

  What I shouldn’t do is wrap my fingers in his hair and gently pull his head back so that our eyes connect. His gray eyes own me. One glance and I’m his, always and forever. I know this, so I shouldn’t look at him. I really shouldn’t take his hand and place it above my breast, near my heart. Then, the last thing I should do is bare my soul to him.

  But I do it anyway—I do it all.

  “I’ve been sad, depressed, fucking angry, and disappointed over the past three years. But you own me. You own my heart. I’m yours, always. I’ll always forgive you, but don’t ever leave me like that again.” I whisper the end because I can barely spe
ak past the knot of emotions in my throat.

  Pierce stands and lifts me by the backs of my thighs before he carries me to the sofa in the office. He lays me down and nestles his jean clad hips between my thighs.

  “Never leaving you again, baby girl. You’re mine. Fuckin’ torture without you at my side,” he exhales.

  Pierce‘s nose skims the side of mine, then moves down my neck to my breast. I moan when his lips wrap around my nipple and his teeth graze the tightened bud. I cry out when he sucks my breast into his mouth, and then it is as if a beast has been unleased.

  Pierce grabs the insides of my thighs roughly and yanks them apart.

  I cry out when his mouth covers my pussy and his tongue presses against my clit. His fingers dig into the flesh of my legs, and I arch closer to him. He feels good.

  God, his tongue feels like absolute heaven.

  Pierce slides his tongue down through my core and inside of me. He fucks me with his glorious mouth. My hands fly to his hair and I pull the tie out so that I can sink my fingers into his long, dark blonde locks.

  When he closes his lips around my clit, and sucks while he slides two fingers inside of me, I tighten my own fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me.

  “Pierce,” I moan, loud and unabashedly.

  I’ve missed him, his touch, and the way he makes me feel.

  “Need inside,” he murmurs as he kisses up my stomach.

  My pussy is pulsing. I need him inside, too. I’m so close to exploding. I feel his hands fumbling with his pants as I lick myself from his lips. He groans before he slams inside of me. I wince at the intrusion. It’s been three years since I’ve had sex, and it fucking burns.

  “Pierce,” I grind through my teeth. He looks down at me, his eyes a mix of lust and need.

  “You okay?” he asks, his breathing heavy and uneven.

  “You need to go slow for a minute,” I beg as tears leak from my eyes.

  I feel his chest shake against me, but he doesn’t say a word. He slowly slides from my body before coming back inside. I can see his restraint with every move he makes above me, and it causes me to fall in love with him just a little bit more.

  I lift up my head and take his lips with mine. He doesn’t stop the slow push and pull. When he grinds against my clit as he fully seats himself inside of me, I whimper. His tongue invades my mouth in firm strokes, mimicking the way his cock glides in and out of me.

  The pain is gone and now—now he feels so good.

  God, I had forgotten. How I could have forgotten this—I don’t know. I lift one of my legs and he slides his arm underneath my knee to spread me wider for him. I roll my hips up to meet his downward thrust and he rips his lips from mine, letting out a low moan.

  “Harder, Pierce,” I beg. He doesn’t ask me if I’m sure. He doesn’t second guess me. He does exactly what I beg of him.

  He fucks me – hard.

  My fingernails claw his back as my body climbs higher and higher toward my release. It’s too good —so fucking good. I scream as his hips slam into mine, his pelvis grinding against my clit. 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 growls as his cock twitches and his come 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, and 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 bay, 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.