Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Where’s your car?” he grumbles from behind me.

  I exhale before pointing at my little sedan that’s parked right under the parking lot’s street light. I get to work early every night so I can have the safest parking spot in the whole lot.

  “What’s that?” he asks, looking at my car like it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen.

  Granted, it’s not the prettiest car in the world, but it’s clean, it runs great, and it's sort of newish. It isn’t an eye sore by any means, and I feel blessed that it’s as nice as it is.

  “My car,” I say with a shrug.

  I continue to walk toward the driver side and take my keys out. Pierce is on me and has my back slammed against the door before I realize what’s happened.

  “Where the fuck is your Camaro?” he roars, his nose touching mine.

  “I- I had to sell it,” I mutter as tears well in my eyes again.

  “The fuck?” he rasps. I close my eyes tightly before I open them and speak.

  “I couldn’t afford it with the house when you were first gone. I had to choose. I was working so much overtime, and all I was doing was keeping my head barely afloat. I sold it the week after you were sentenced. I could have the car or I could pay rent. I had bills piling up and only more coming regularly. It’s no big deal,” I shrug, my voice wavering with each word.

  “You loved that car,” he says, taking a step back and running his hand through his messy hair.

  “Love my baby and having a house for you to return to more,” I confess. His eyes shoot to mine, the anger gone from earlier and sadness in its place.

  “Baby girl,” he grunts, cupping my cheek with his rough hand.

  “We have a lot to work through, Pierce,” I murmur, unable to look away from his gray eyes. They are so focused on me, it’s almost unnerving.

  “Yeah, we do,” he admits. His lips gently touch mine as his hand slips around to cradle the back of my head.

  “I want us to work. I want more of us,” I whisper against his lips. I want my dream dammit. I want my happy family. Pierce’s hand dives inside of my coat and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him.

  “Ain’t no way we won’t work, baby girl. It’s you and me. You can try to fight me on shit all you want, don’t matter. I’ll fight back, and you ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he explains, pressing his hard length against my stomach.

  “Pierce,” I gasp, surprised that he’s hard again.

  “Can’t help it. You make me hard all the time,” he grunts, pressing his lips to mine.

  He pulls the hair at the nape of my neck down and my mouth opens, my face tilting up before his tongue invades me. I lift my hands to tangle in his overly long hair and grip him tightly, pressing my body even closer to his.

  “Fuck,” he hisses harshly.

  His lips trail down my neck and to the top of my chest, licking my collar before he sucks the skin softly.

  “Please,” I shamelessly beg. I want more, again. I need it.

  “Not gonna fuck you in a strip club parking lot, sugar,” he murmurs against my neck as he kisses his way back up to my lips.

  “Come home, Pierce,” I do my best to cajole.

  “Home,” he sighs.

  “Home,” I reiterate.

  “Yeah, baby girl, I’ll come home,” he agrees before he steps back and opens my door for me.

  Once I slide inside, he gently closes the door and I watch as he walks over to his bike and straddles the machine. I grin to myself as I drive away from the parking lot.

  I’m happy—not blissfully so, but I’m happy.

  Pierce is back, and he’s coming home.

  We have so much to work through, but he’s coming home, and that’s what is important right now. All of the other crap can wait. Tomorrow morning, he’ll meet his son; but tonight, I have him to myself. I plan on worshiping the body I have been missing for three long years.

  Fury

  I follow behind Kentlee’s cheap as fuck car, still angry that she sold her badass ride. I’m not angry at her, though. No, I’m fucking furious at myself. Why can’t I just claim her as my Old Lady, stamp my brand on her, and be done with it? She even asked me to claim her, said she wanted to be mine.

  Something is holding me back, though, and I can’t figure out what it is. Wish to fuck I knew, because I can’t leave her unprotected again. I fucked up this time, but I’m not fool enough to think she’ll be waiting around for me if it happens again.

  Pulling into the garage, I park next to her car and turn off my bike. I’m nervous. I’m nervous to go inside of my own house. Granted, I only spent a few nights here, but it’s still mine. I watch as she walks up to me and takes my hand in hers before she goes inside.

  There’s a lady sitting on the couch, reading. It dawns on me that she must be who Kentlee leaves Bear with. She looks up smiling before she looks at me with nothing but pure shock on her face.

  “Tammy, this is Pierce, Bear’s father,” Kentlee announces.

  It pisses me off that she just states I’m Bear’s father and not her man. I grind my teeth together and try not to go off on her for it. I shouldn’t get pissed off over every little thing. I feel so on edge.

  The woman is older, around my Pops’ age, and she holds out her hand for me to shake. I do so and try to smile at her, but I’m not feeling very friendly. I’m a mixture of pissed off and horny, which isn’t this lady’s fault at all.

  “Nice to meet you, Pierce. Well, Kentlee, I better be going now. Bear was an angel, as always. You let me know when you need me again, all right?” she says, wrapping her arms around Kentlee in a hug.

  I want to tell her never—she’ll never be needing her again because she ain’t working at that place another second—but I refrain.

  I feel like a goddamn saint for as much as I’ve held my tongue in the past ten minutes.

  “I’m just Bear’s father then?” I ask Kentlee. Her eyes widen after I hear her lock the front door.

  “It was the easiest way to explain. Tammy knows who you are and where you’ve been,” she hisses in a loud whisper.

  I ignore her bullshit and walk straight to the bedroom. I look around and it’s like a completely different space, except it isn’t. It’s decorated now—a black comforter with beige pillows and blood red pictures on the walls. I don’t pay attention to what they are, I’m too fuckin’ horny and irritated.

  “Pierce,” she murmurs as she closes and locks the bedroom door behind her.

  “I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m just gonna piss you off and you’re just gonna piss me off. Let’s fuck and sleep. Tomorrow, you can piss me off all over again,” I announce as I begin to strip my clothes off.

  I’m fuckin’ exhausted. The long ass bike ride, and the adrenaline that’s been spiking through my body off and on all day long, has finally taken its toll on me.

  “Fine,” she snaps as she takes her bullshit outfit off.

  “Hands and knees,” I order.

  With a huff and narrowed eyes, she does exactly as I demand. She climbs onto the center of the bed and slides down to her hands. There’s one more thing I have to know before I fuck her. I’m stupid to even ask, but I won’t be able to sleep without knowing.

  “You fuck anyone else while I was gone?” I mutter, my voice low.

  I don’t want to say the words, but I need to know the answer. She rises to her knees and turns around to face me.

  “You’re seriously asking me that, Pierce?” Fuck, she looks wounded, and it kills me.

  “Unwritten rule in my world, baby girl. When your man’s locked up, you’re somewhat of a free agent,” I grunt. She takes my bearded cheeks in her hands, her eyes focused on mine.

  “Never. I couldn’t ever be with another man. I’m yours, Pierce. Only yours,” she whispers.

  She moves her cool fingers to tangle in my hair, something she’s made a bit of a habit of, something I love.

  “We weren’t together long and you had needs. I would try
to be understanding,” I say. She snorts.

  “Right, okay,” she huffs before her lips brush mine. “I’m a big girl, Pierce. I know how to keep my urges at bay. Besides, I didn’t have much time for men when I was working and being a mom,” she grins, tipping her lips in a half smile.

  Suddenly, I have images of her touching herself fill my mind. This, I gotta see.

  “Show me,” I grunt.

  “Show you?” she asks.

  “Yeah, baby girl. Show me how you kept those urges at bay?” I grin, wrapping my hands around her fantastic ass and squeezing.

  “You want me to masturbate for you?” she asks, her eyes wide and innocent looking. Kill-ing me.

  “Yeah. Touch that pussy for me, baby girl. Get yourself off,” I softly demand. She shivers in my arms before she plants a kiss on my jaw and then wiggles out of my grasp to lie down on the bed.

  Kentlee gives me a show, too. She touches herself for me—her tits, her pussy, and her clit. Fuck me, I almost explode before I even make it inside of her, it’s so hot. Her little whimpers fill the room until I slam my cock in her wet pussy, and then her cries fill the space around us. I exhaust us until we pass out.

  In the early morning, before the sun even comes up, I startle awake with a nightmare. I slide my cock inside of her pussy and fuck her gently, making her come again, before I fall back asleep, my cock still inside of her.

  It’s fucking heaven.

  A dream I never want to wake up from.

  Kentlee.

  Kentlee

  I roll out of Pierce’s arms and grab my phone to check the time. Its five-thirty, which means I have about five minutes before Bear is up and going for the day. I quickly go into the bathroom and clean up from the night before.

  Pierce was insatiable and the aching between my thighs proves it. I grin as I get a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top to change into. I quietly slip out of the bedroom so that he can sleep.

  Once I am in the kitchen, I start a cup of coffee and wait for the slapping of little boy feet along the floor to alert me that my little monster is awake. I grab my coffee and sit down at the kitchen table. One sip into my delicious brew, I hear the tale tell signs that Bear has risen.

  I hear his feet slapping against the floor before I see him. His eyes light up as soon as they connect with mine and then he flings himself into my waiting arms. I pull him onto my lap as he snuggles against my chest and sticks his thumb in his mouth.

  Our morning ritual. I love it.

  “Morning, baby Bear,” I murmur against his blonde hair.

  “Hi, mama,” he says before he lifts his head and looks at me with his puppy dog eyes.

  “Milt peeaaseee,” he begs. My heart melts. Milk. My little man loves his milk.

  “Sure, angel,” I murmur, standing and setting him down in my chair while I grab a cup and his milk.

  Once I have him settled with his milk in my lap again, I hear a deep throat clear from across the room. I look up to see Pierce standing at the kitchen’s entrance, looking concerned. He shouldn’t be concerned. I’ve made him out to be a legend in Bear’s eyes. I’ve talked him up so much. I was afraid that Pierce wouldn’t want us and then I would have to explain that to Bear. Maybe I was stupid for trying to build him up into some almost mythical figure, but I wanted him to welcome Pierce in case he came home to us.

  “Baby Bear, look who’s here.” I squeeze his thigh and direct him to across the room.

  Bear stays silent for a second before I hear his breath hitch. Then he says the word I have been practicing with him since the day he was born. The word that I have paired with a photo of him, a shitty picture Bates gave me from a party a few years ago.

  “Daddy,” he cries.

  Bear scrambles off of me to run toward Pierce before he launches his little body into Pierce’s waiting arms.

  Pierce picks him up and Bear wraps his arms around him, burying his face in his neck. I can’t stop myself—I turn into a blubbering mess at the sight. It’s so beautiful and simple and wonderful all at the same time. Pierce’s eyes meet mine over Bear’s head and he mouths – thank you – to me.

  I don’t think. I stand and I wrap my arms around him and Bear. I shove my face in the other side of his neck and my lips go directly to his ear.

  “No, thank you, Pierce. You gave him to me,” I whisper through my sobs.

  We stay like that, the three of us, for the next five straight minutes. Then, Bear’s head pops up and he announces his hunger.

  I take Bear and deposit him in his high chair before I start to gather items from the refrigerator and pantry for breakfast.

  “Eggs, toast, and bacon all right?” I ask Pierce as he sits down across from Bear at the kitchen table.

  “Yeah, baby girl, sounds great,” he says, his voice gentle and soft.

  I go about making breakfast, giving eggs and toast to Bear while I fry bacon.

  “You are fuckin’ spectacular,” Pierce whispers in my ear as his hands wrap around my waist.

  “I’m really not,” I chuckle as I turn some bacon over in the pan.

  “Baby girl, you really are. He’s so fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs.

  I turn my head slightly to kiss the underside of his jaw.

  “He is, isn’t he? It’s because he’s the best parts of both of us, Pierce,” I mutter.

  “Fuck yeah, he is,” he grunts, placing a kiss on my shoulder before he grabs the plate of bacon from the counter and sets it down on the table. I take everything else over to the table and sit down next to him, between my two guys.

  “Marry me,” Pierce blurts out as I’m taking my first bite of bacon.

  “What?” I ask, turning to him in shock.

  “Marry me, be my Old Lady, wear my ring and my brand on your skin,” he says.

  I stare at him in shock.

  Last night, he ignored my asking him if I could be his Old Lady.

  Last night, he didn’t seem like he wanted to make us official in public.

  Last night, he was so pissed off at me, he couldn’t even talk to me.

  “Seriously?” I ask. “Why?” I add.

  “This is the way it’s supposed to be. This is right. You, me, and Bear. It didn’t feel right before, something was holding me back, but I didn’t know what it was. Now, with Bear and you right here next to me, I know this is right,” he says before he takes a bite of his toast.

  It’s as if Pierce is offering me my dream on a silver platter. Marriage, a family, and love. All wrapped neatly with a bow on top. How can I turn this opportunity down? Does it make me a spineless halfwit to accept after everything that has happened the past three years?

  However, if I turn him down, I’ll lose him. I’ll lose the dream come true that he’s offering me. He isn’t a man that will accept no and stay at my side. There is no way I can ask him to give me any time. His pride won’t allow him to stay. The man’s pride is downright annoying.

  “You really want me?” I ask through trembling lips.

  Don’t I deserve to be happy? To have my dreams come true too? I’ve stayed true to him, held onto threads of hope that this is exactly where we would end up. Even if it is sooner than I ever anticipated, how can I chance losing all of that?

  “Always wanted you, sugar,” he murmurs. I shake my head. There is one more thing I need to ask him.

  “But not publicly. Now you want me to be yours, in front of your club, and in front of the world?” I ask.

  “Fuck yeah. I want everyone knowin’ you’re mine,” he growls.

  I stand up and throw my arms around his neck while I plop my ass on his thigh. I can’t not say yes. Even if it ends in complete disaster, at least I’ll have had a taste of my dream.

  “I love you, Pierce. Yes, I’ll marry you, and yes, I’ll be your Old Lady,” I say, grinning at him with watery eyes.

  “Fuck yeah, you will.” He smiles and it’s genuine, big, and beautiful. “Light up the room with this smile, sugar,” he says, running his thumb
over my bottom lip.

  “I’m glad you don’t want me to be your dirty little secret anymore,” I murmur. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches before he opens his mouth to speak.

  “Get one thing straight, Kentlee. You were never, ever a dirty secret to me. I’ve always been pleased as fuck you were in my bed. I didn’t want you immersed in the club life as an Old Lady because I didn’t think you were strong enough. Takes a strong as fuck woman to be at the side of a man like me for life. That’s what it was going to be, too—life. I wasn’t sure I wanted any woman there forever, baby girl,” he admits as his thumb continues to trace my bottom lip.

  “You think I’m strong enough now?” I ask in a whisper.

  “Know you are. Dealt with a shit ton while I was away. Did it effortlessly,” he says. I snort.

  “Not effortlessly,” I murmur.

  “You didn’t fall apart. You got your shit straight and you took care of business. You didn’t go out and whore around. Fucking effortlessly,” he points out.

  “You want me forever?” I shift the subject slightly and he grins.

  “For-fuckin’-ever, baby girl,” he murmurs as his lips gently brush mine.

  Bear starts banging his plate on his high chair and I giggle against Pierce’s lips before I slide out of his lap and get Bear to clean him up.

  “What’s your agenda today?” I ask while I’m wiping Bear’s face and hands from his messy breakfast.

  “Need to do some shit at the club, but that can wait for tomorrow. Gonna spend the day with my family,” he says.

  I couldn't wipe the huge smile off of my face even if I wanted to. The ring that he’ll put on my finger, being his woman, the security of being his wife and having him at my side also give me guarantee of his club being at my back if he goes away again. I’m not stupid, he could easily go at any time. Being his Old Lady and having his last name guarantee’s a place in the club for me if he isn’t around.

  It takes care of myself and Bear in a way that we didn’t have the past three years. It is the only way I can give him what he wants, me leaving my job, and get what I want in return too—security.