Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Yeah?” I ask. He grins.

  I hear the front door slam and Pierce stands up, his fists balled and clenched tightly as Bates walks through the kitchen and then stops. His eyes go to Pierce and they widen.

  “The fuck you doin’ walkin’ into my woman’s house like you own the place?” he barks.

  It's then that I realize that he doesn’t know that Bates lives here. How could he not know? How could Bates not have told him?

  “You didn’t tell him?” I blurt out.

  Pierce’s angry gaze leaves Bates to crash with mine. I’m holding Bear in my arms and my eyes leave Pierce’s to collide with Bates’.

  “Uh… no,” he stammers.

  “Someone better tell me somethin’ pretty fuckin’ fast,” Pierce growls.

  “Bates moved in after Mary-Anne moved to California. He offered to help with rent and protect us. He said it was better than us living alone,” I confess.

  My eyes scan back to Pierce, who is now focused on Bates. His jaw is so clenched, its ticking.

  “You been livin’ here with my woman and kid?” Pierce asks.

  “Nothing’s ever happened, Fury. Roommates, that’s all,” he says. It sounds like a plea.

  “I know nothin’ happened. I trust my woman. Who I don’t trust is you—livin’ in her house while I’m away, and you never mentioned it to me,” he growls.

  It scares me. He’s on hundred percent Fury right now; no Pierce in sight.

  “I was trying to help her,” Bates says, squaring his shoulders.

  “Get your shit and get the fuck out,” Pierce roars, making Bear jump in my arms.

  “No problem, man,” Bates says as he turns. Before he leaves, Pierce speaks.

  “No matter what happened, what didn’t happen, you laid your head down in the same house as my woman. It ain’t right and it ain’t respectful. I’m your fucking president, you disrespected me in my own home,” he adds. I watch Bates’ shoulders tense and his spine straighten before he turns back around to face Pierce.

  “You didn’t claim her, brother. You left her out swingin’ with nothin’. I did nothing but help her, showing her and you more respect than any other man in the club. I sent Mary-Anne over here to help, I gave her a job, and when she needed it, I stepped in and helped pay your fuckin’ rent. I didn’t have to do shit. I could have treated her like the rest of the brothers— gave her a job and then slapped her ass when she walked by at the club, suggested she ride my cock, too, while she served me drinks. That’s what you want? That more respectful than what I did?”

  I watch as red literally climbs up Pierce’s chest and to his face.

  “Just go,” Pierce says through a clenched jaw.

  I watch as Bates leaves the house. I’m sure he’ll be back later for his stuff, but right now, he’s pissed.

  “Where was Bear last night? He sure as fuck wasn’t in our room,” he growls, turning his anger onto me.

  “Bates is hardly here. I have a little bed that I move back and forth. When I work, Bates doesn’t come home, so Bear sleeps in his room. When I’m home, Bear is with me,” I answer. Pierce nods once. I hope he’s satisfied with that answer.

  “What about women?” Pierce’s nostrils flare and I shake my head.

  “He’s never brought anybody over here, man or woman. Honestly, Pierce, he’s been nothing but a gentleman. He’s never even tried to touch me.” I whisper the last sentence, hoping he’ll believe me. I don’t want their relationship to deteriorate over this—over me. I don’t want him to know about our one failed attempt at a kiss. It wasn’t anything, neither he or I felt anything.

  “The other guys, they do that shit?” he asks, refusing to comment on my statement about Bates.

  “They’re men, Pierce, and they were drunk,” I say. He nods.

  “Never again, baby girl. One of them even looks at you funny, I’ll kill ‘em,” he announces.

  I take a step back. He’s so angry, so fucking furious.

  “Pierce,” I say hesitantly.

  “Serious as fuck, baby girl. Didn’t ever want you around them, that’s why. They’re dirty fucks. Now, they’ll be dead dirty fucks they try anything with you again,” he growls. He stalks quickly toward me before he pulls both Bear and me into his arms.

  “Okay,” I murmur, looking up and into his gray eyes.

  “Go get dressed. Little man and I’ll hang out, then we can all go do something together.” He grins and, just like that, his fury is gone.

  I’m not sure what to think about his rage and blow up, but I understand where he was coming from. I thought that he knew Bates had been living here this whole time. I would have never wanted to anger him over something like that, something that didn’t mean anything.

  I shower and dress in a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top, leaving my hair down and my makeup light. I have no clue what we’re going to do today, but I don’t care. All I care about is that Pierce is going to be with me, and that’s all that matters right now.

  I walk into the living room to tell Pierce to go ahead and get dressed, but as soon as my eyes land on what is happening in the room, my breath hitches. Pierce is sitting on the floor with Bear across from him and they’re playing with Bear’s oversized toddler Legos. Pierce is sitting cross-legged, his long hair messy and tumbled around his shoulders, but he’s laughing and it’s the best thing I have ever seen in my life.

  “Don’t just stand there, sugar,” Pierce murmurs. My feet quickly shuffle to my boys.

  “You guys just looked so cute together,” I say, placing a red block on top of a yellow one.

  We don’t say another word. We play with our son, and it’s the best fifteen minutes I have ever experienced. Eventually, Pierce leaves to shower and change while I dress Bear for the day. I grab my cell phone, so I can capture the day in pictures. Bear’s first full day with his father; his father’s first full day with Bear. It is definitely a day to capture, if there ever was one.

  We don’t go far. First, we go to a park and play—as a family. I turn into crazy picture mom, making Pierce laugh. Then we go to lunch and Pierce is able to see the true joys of having a toddler. He doesn’t seem to mind Bear’s activity level, though; he has more patience then I thought possible with him.

  Finally, he takes me to a car dealership and buys me a black Camaro—brand new. I try to protest, but he won’t let me. He pays in cash and my eyes bug out at the wad of money he hands the man.

  “Your car’s crap, baby girl. This is what you should be driving. It’s you. No convertible this time, though. They aren’t very safe,” he murmurs. I don’t care about that.

  “You bought me a car,” I whisper, my eyes welling with tears.

  “Yeah. Gonna buy you a ton of other shit, too, and you ain’t gonna balk at none of it,” he mutters.

  “I’m not?”

  “Fuck no. Got three years of fuck-ups to make up for and this is step one. Nice wheels for my Old Lady,” he says, grinning. It makes me smile big and brightly.

  This man is too much. He doesn’t have to make up for shit. Loving me and loving Bear is more than enough; yet, for him, it’s not nearly enough.

  I understand it, so I don’t say a word. I let him be a man; I let him take care of his family, and I do it all with a giant ass smile on my face. He’s home and that’s what’s really important.

  Fury

  Best day of my life.

  Never thought the best day of my life would be so calm, easy, and chill. I spent the day with my son and my woman.

  Closing my eyes, I think back on my day, on the moment I met my son’s gray eyes, eyes that are clearly identical to mine. I grin, recalling his first word to me. Daddy.

  I never heard anything more beautiful in my life. I’m a fuckin’ pussy and I don’t even give a shit. This woman and this boy have me wrapped around their fingers.

  When we came home from our day, Sniper had his shit cleared out of the bedroom and I helped Kentlee move all of Bear’s things int
o the room. His own room, something he should have had since the day he was born.

  Another fuck up of mine.

  “Pierce?” Kentlee’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts and my mouth goes dry the second I lay my eyes on her.

  She’s standing at the doorway to the bathroom, the light spilling out of the room behind her, and she’s so goddamned beautiful it makes me ache.

  “Do I look okay?” she asks, fidgeting with the scrap of fabric that I assume is supposed to be some kind of nightgown.

  It’s short and tight, encasing her tits and showing them off. They’re almost spilling out of the top, and it goes straight to my dick. But what makes my belly clench is the thigh highs she’s got on, along with the highest heels I’ve ever seen. Her long blonde hair spills down around her elbows and it’s too much. It’s exactly what I’ve been dreaming of for years, except it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

  “C’mere, baby girl,” I murmur as I sit up on the bed and turn to let my feet hang off.

  I spread my legs wide as she walks between them, her hands going to rest on my shoulders, and my own hands immediately wrapping around her hips.

  “You’re perfect,” I say softly, looking up into her downcast eyes. A smile tips her lips before her sweet tongue sneaks out and wets her bottom lip. I almost groan at the sight.

  “So are you, Pierce. You’re bigger than before you left. Your hair is longer, and so is your beard. I love it. But most of all, I love how much more open you are, how you obviously adore Bear and how you want to take care of us. I didn’t know how this would go, you coming back, but I’m so happy,” she says. Her words break my heart before they mend it back together again.

  “I’m happy here, with you and with Bear. Nothin’ is gonna take me away again, sugar,” I promise before my hands slide down the silk of her nightgown to wrap around her ass.

  I squeeze the flesh, remembering that there used to be more there, and promising to add to it as the weeks go by. I love her tight body now, but I miss her curves, too.

  “Take me, Pierce. Own me like only you can,” she moans as my fingers dig into the globes of her ass.

  I stand up, walking around her, and press my hand in the center of her back, bending her over the bed. She shivers with anticipation, but she’s in for a surprise. I’m not going to fuck her with my cock just yet. I fall to my knees and tip her ass back with my hands before I swipe my tongue through her pussy lips, grateful this little outfit didn’t include panties. I hear her gasp right before she sighs as I lap at her perfect cunt.

  I eat my girl like I’m starving, because I am. I’ve been starving for her pussy for three years, and it’s going to take me a fuck’ve a long time to get my fill.

  After Kentlee comes on my tongue, she stands before she turns around and sinks to her knees in front of me. Her innocent eyes look up at me and my heart stops beating for a minute. I can feel her hot breath on my hard cock and I want to shove myself down her warm throat, but I don’t.

  This is her trusting me.

  I shudder when her tongue licks the head of my cock and then slowly she swallows me. She’s timid and shy and I fuckin’ love it.

  I cup her cheek and apply pressure to stop her but I don’t let her pull away.

  “I’m going to fuck that beautiful mouth, Kentlee,” I murmur, my eyes focused on her widened ones. She nods slightly and I take my time.

  I fuck that gorgeous mouth of hers slowly—so fucking slow that when I come, spilling down her throat, it’s long and I can’t help but groan loud and deep. She takes all of me, every single drop and it makes my whole body shiver.

  Kentlee

  I roll over and reach for Pierce’s warm body, but the sheets are cold. Cracking my eyes open, I grab my phone and sit straight up in a panic when I look at the time.

  It’s after eight o’clock in the morning.

  I roll out of bed and grab Pierce’s t-shirt from the night before, throwing it over my naked body as I make my way out of the bedroom.

  The sounds of movement and Bear’s sweet babble instantly relieve me. I walk into the kitchen to see Pierce sitting at the table, his long hair thrown up into a sexy-as-shit messy man bun, and Bear gnawing on a piece of toast.

  “You up already?” Pierce asks, looking up from his phone.

  “You let me sleep in,” I murmur, unable to take my eyes off of him, his hair, and his naked chest.

  I clench my thighs together. I’m sore, but I still want more of him. Pierce’s gaze heats as his eyes narrow on my legs.

  “You deserve it,” he states with a grin.

  I know he’s thinking about last night. He ate me until I came and then I sucked his cock until he came down my throat, something I had never done with him before. Without even taking a breath, he was between my legs again, bringing me to another orgasm with his mouth.

  Then he fucked me until I screamed with my third climax of the night. It was spectacular.

  “Mmmm, you did, too,” I murmur as I sit on his thigh facing Bear, who is happily chomping on his toast.

  “I got church at ten this morning, baby girl. I’ll probably be down at the club all day,” he informs me as his hand trails up my thigh, gently caressing my skin.

  “I’ll miss you, but I can catch up on housework, laundry, and grocery shopping,” I say with a shrug.

  “You get a sitter tonight, yeah?” he semi-asks. I look at him with confusion. “I’m going to claim you in front of the club tonight. It’ll be a party.”

  “You’re not going to… do me in front of your club are you?” I ask as panic creeps up my spine.

  “Are you fuckin’ crazy, woman? Hell no. Those assholes ain’t seein’ any part of you. It’s a fuckin’ announcement. Holy shit,” he growls. I can’t help but start to laugh. “Ain’t funny. I’m getting older, and you gave me a mini heart attack just now,” he says, letting out a breath before he pulls me closer to his body.

  “I’m gonna spank your ass for that remark, sugar,” he whispers in my ear, his breath heavy and hot.

  I stop laughing immediately and squirm on his lap. Being spanked by Pierce might be fun, and I can’t help the throbbing between my legs at the thought.

  “I’ll be by at eight. Be ready,” he groans, squeezing me once before he places a kiss on my cheek and begins to stand. I scramble from his lap and smile at him.

  “You’ll be the death of me, woman,” he grunts as he walks into the bedroom.

  I let him go and get ready while I clean up his attempt at breakfast. All he made was toast, but the kitchen is trashed—a butter knife lays on the counter with butter smeared everywhere, crumbs are all over the place, and the toaster is out and plugged in still. I almost laugh. He’s worse than Bear. I have a feeling my future will be filled with cleaning up after the men in my life. For a man who likes to have everything in its place everywhere else, he’s hell on my kitchen.

  I let Bear down from his high chair and pour myself a cup of coffee as I watch him toddle into the living room to play with his toys. He grabs a bucket full of hot-wheels cars and dumps the whole thing out before he roots through the pile and grabs the one motorcycle he has.

  Genetics flow true in this house.

  “Okay, at eight I’ll be back. Be ready to party. Is there anyway Tammy can stay all night?” he asks as he slides his cut over his shoulders.

  “Is it going to be an all-nighter?” I arch my eyebrow in question. He grins.

  “Gonna be drunk, babe. Don’t want to put you on the back of my bike if I’ve been drinking,” he announces. My heart beats a little faster for it.

  Protection and safety.

  I love it and I love him.

  “I’ll ask her,” I say gently. He nods before bending over the sofa to press a kiss to my lips.

  “Be a good girl while I’m gone,” he murmurs before he winks. Then I watch him bend down to Bear’s level and give him a hug and a kiss on his slobbery baby lips.

  “Be good for mama, boy,” he gr
unts. Bear giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

  “Bye, babe,” Pierce says from the doorway. I smile, looking up at him.

  “Bye, Pierce. I love you,” I call out. He grins widely.

  “Love you.”

  Fury

  Leaving them wasn’t easy.

  I wanted to stay and spend time with them.

  I have missed so much, but the club needs me and I need to take the gavel back from Drifter. I need to take my club back, and I need to know about the state of affairs.

  The Cartel, the Aryan’s, the Bastards, and the financial state of the business, legit and not. It is bound to be a shit day, but I couldn’t stop my smile even if I wanted to.

  I am going to claim my Old Lady in front of the whole club, and this weekend she will be branded mine.

  The table for church is full, so are the walls along the edges of the room. Everybody is in attendance and it feels good. Drifter slaps the gavel in my hand with a slam to my back with his fist.

  “Good to have you back, brother,” he murmurs. I grin before I rap the gavel down on the table.

  “Hit me with three years of catch up,” I say. Drifter chuckles before he begins.

  “Where are the Bastards?” I ask, once I’ve been caught up on finances and club business. Now, it’s time for the heavy shit.

  “Smoke man. Fuckin’ disappeared after you went down,” Torch says from the end of the table.

  “Nobody dug around to find them?” I ask to no one in particular.

  “Tried. They fuckin’ vanished. No clue where they went,” Torch explains. I nod.

  “So they just kill an Old Lady and vanish? That’s not fuckin’ right,” I mumble, earning me grunts of agreement from around the room.

  “The Aryan’s?” I ask, leaving the Bastards on the back burner.

  If Torch can’t find them, nobody can. He’s a fuckin’ genius on the computer.

  “Laying low. Your dad cut ties after you went down, too fuckin’ dangerous—and they’re assholes,” Dirty Johnny says with a shrug.

  “What about the club in Canada that was dealing with them?” I ask.