Rough & Real

by Faiman, Hayley

“I told him they could date when he came back. He basically laughed in my face, said he was marrying her,” I grumble.

  Ivy’s smile widens. “Big balls talking to you like that. I think he’s going to be good for her,” she murmurs.

  I hate that she’s right. I fucking hate it. I don’t agree with her, or admit it, but I know she’s figured me out when she starts to giggle. Grabbing her waist, I push her down on the bed, rolling on top of her.

  “We’ll see who thinks shit’s funny in just a minute,” I murmur as I flex my hips and press my cock against her center.

  Ivy gasps and her hands fly to my shoulders. “West, I’m sore,” she moans as her hips start to roll.

  “I’ll be gentle,” I lie.

  Ivy lifts her head and presses her lips to mine. “No you won’t,” she whispers.

  I grin, “Not even a little but you want me anyway.”

  “Always, I always want you,” she murmurs against my lips.

  I kiss her, my tongue filling her mouth and sweeping through, tasting all of her. I make love to her mouth as I slowly undress her. Then I kiss down her body and make love to that delicious cunt of hers. Only after she’s come on my tongue, do I fuck her hard and rough. She cries out with her climax and I fill her pussy with my own release—marking her as solely mine again, at least for today.

  I watch as Finley walks down the aisle toward her waiting fiancé, Hacker. She’s a beautiful bride. My eyes quickly stray from her to Bailey Duhart. He’s standing across from me, as one of Hacker’s groomsman, and I’m one of Finley’s bridesmaids. His intense blue eyes meet mine, and I can feel my face heat. I know that I’m probably blushing from my cheeks down to my chest, but I can’t look away from him.

  “He’s watching you,” Riley whispers through her teeth. She’s standing in front of me, a smile on her lips. Her head is turned slightly toward my direction.

  I quietly clear my throat and grip my small bouquet of hydrangeas, tighter. “I know,” I whisper.

  “Your daddy’s already pissed, you need to pretend he doesn’t exist,” she states.

  I almost snort at her words. She’s good at that, pretending the men she’s into, don’t exist. Like the way she completely ignores Tinker. I know they have a thing going on, but he’s a complete manwhore. I don’t know how she can be with someone like that. I always see him hanging all over the whores, especially Pixie. I think she’s got a thing for him, too.

  Bailey isn’t like any of the men in our fathers’ club. He’s different, and he’s going to go into the Marines, completely breaking his family’s tradition. He’s always told me that he wants nothing to do with the Devil’s. He’s made it clear that he wants a life free of the stigma that surrounds the motorcycle club lifestyle. We’ve been secretly together for the past five years. He’s nothing like our fathers—absolutely nothing.

  The entire room erupts in cheers, and I jump slightly, turning my head to watch as Finley and Hacker kiss. The pastor announces them as husband and wife, then Hacker bends down and picks Finley up, marching her down the aisle. The rest of the wedding party pairs off two-by-two to follow them.

  My partner is Tinker, and he gives me a wink as I wrap my hand around his arm. “If I wasn’t already fuckin’ one of the bridesmaids, I would totally try to get into your panties, Rosie,” he murmurs.

  I glance up at him, shock assuredly crossing my features, but he ignores me and just smiles. “You’re disgusting,” I hiss. Tinker just laughs.

  I quickly break away from him once we’re finished with our walk. I’m thankful that all of our picture taking obligations are finished. The rest of the night is going to be nothing but a party according to Finley.

  My father found out about Bailey and me earlier today, I can feel his eyes on me, watching me. I have a pretty good idea that he’ll be watching me like a hawk all evening, or until he’s too drunk to remember the fight from earlier.

  Bailey leaves tomorrow, and I need to spend some time with him before he goes off to boot camp. My man is going to be a Marine, and then he’s going to come back here, and sweep me away from everything. We’re going to live somewhere else, away from clubs and kidnappings, away from illegal drugs and guns. We’re just going to live. Free and happy.

  The night continues, and I can’t keep my gaze from straying over to Bailey. He’s sitting with his nieces and nephews from Idaho. Their family is a bit, unconventional. His half-brother is older than his own mother, his nephews and one of his nieces, are older than he is. Yet, they always look so happy, and according to him, they are, too.

  I’m not sure what a happy family like that is like. My aunts and Mom don’t always get along, and I certainly don’t always get along with my cousins. I don’t really understand how they can always be so damn happy—maybe because they live in different states? I don’t know, but I kind of envy their close-knit family dynamic.

  Bailey looks up, his blue eyes meet mine, and he gives me a wink. I watch as he tips his head toward the back door. My cheeks blush and I nod.

  We had a plan before the wedding started, before we were caught. Tonight, we were going to sneak away from everybody else, and we’re finally going to do it. It’s probably ridiculous that I’m still a virgin, especially since Bailey and I have been together, secretly, for so long.

  I wanted to wait until I was married, he’s known this since the beginning, and he’s never tried to press me for more. We’ve fooled around plenty, but we’ve never actually done the deed itself. Tonight, all of that changes.

  I can’t wait until we’re married, especially since my dad freaked the fuck out at the idea of us even dating seriously. He’s known that I’ve always had a crush on Bailey and that he’s always had one on me. I think my dad really thought we hadn’t acted on our feelings just because he told us not to, or that they would eventually just go away.

  Glancing around the room, I find my parents. They’re dancing, their bodies are swaying as they hold each other really close together. They’re ridiculously lovey dovey, but I like that, especially since at one point I thought they might split up.

  Turning away from them, I make my way to the dark hallway that leads to the bathroom and the back exit of the building. I know that Bailey is waiting for me on the other side of the door. I’m so nervous that my legs shake with each step that I take toward him.

  Wrapping my hand around the doorknob, I suck in a deep breath, then exhale as I turn the handle. I quickly step outside and close the door behind me. As soon as the lock clicks into place, Bailey lifts his head with a grin.

  “Hey,” he grins.

  I give him a shy wave. “Did my dad threaten to kill you?” I ask, referring to the conversation they had earlier today when he found out about us.

  Bailey shakes his head. “Not in so many words. He said we could possibly date after I get back from basic training though,” he shrugs. My eyes widen, in surprise that my dad agreed to that, or even suggested it. “I told him it wasn’t an option. We’re getting married. I’m not dating you anymore,” Bailey announces.

  I hold my breath when he steps toward me, his hand wrapping around my waist before he roughly tugs me against his body. Placing my hands on his chest, I tip my head back and look into his gorgeous blue eyes.

  “I don’t want to leave you for twelve weeks,” he murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. My eyes water just thinking about being separated for three whole months. “And I refuse to be away from you a minute longer than I have to. I don’t know where I’ll be stationed and there’s no way in fuck I’m leaving you here when I go.”

  Lifting my hand, I place my palm against his cheek. “I love you, Bailey,” I whisper.

  He doesn’t say a word; his chin dipping and his lips touch mine. My mouth automatically opens as his tongue sweeps through me. “It’s our last night together,” I whisper against his lips.

  “Let’s get the fuck outta here then,” he grunts.

  I don’t question him for even a second. My feet star
t moving immediately as he holds my hand and we hurry toward his single cab pickup truck.

  I start toward our destination, an old country road where my dad and the rest of the brothers target shoot and fish. It’s a big piece of forest owned by the club, but I’m pretty certain that nobody will be out here tonight, not with the wedding going on.

  I can’t believe my shy sister married a member of the club. My oldest sister, Riley, I could see. Finley? Not so much. Although if there were a member I’d want to be with either of my sisters, it would be Hacker. He’s not quite as rough as the others.

  Glancing over at Rosalie, who is sitting in her short, peach, bridesmaid’s dress, I clench my jaw. I’m trying to keep my dick at bay. I want her so fucking bad, and in this dress, it’s almost impossible to keep my hands off of her. I can’t believe it’s been five years since I’ve been inside of a girl.

  When Rosalie said she wanted to wait until marriage, I almost laughed at her. I thought there was no way I could do it, that I could wait. But here I am, five years later, and there’s been nobody else.

  I love her too much to hurt her like that. I’m nothing like the men I’m surrounded by, which is why I’m choosing to leave, why I’m choosing the Marines. I want to start a clean life, just me and Rosalie.

  I shift the truck into park and look out at the valley below us.

  “Bailey?” Rosalie breathes from her spot next to me. Her voice is so sweet, fuck, she’s so sweet. I turn my head to the side and wait for her to continue. “I’m ready,” she whispers.

  My eyes widen at her words, her meaning crystal fucking clear. “We’ve waited this long, Blue Eyes. We can wait a few more months.”

  Rosalie shakes her head almost furiously and my brows knit together. “I want you now, we’re engaged.”

  “But—”

  Rosalie lifts her hand and places her fingertips against my lips. I can’t believe I’m actually trying to talk her out of having sex, I must be fucking sick.

  “I love you, Bailey. I know that you love me too, and once you’re finished with boot camp you’ll come back here, pick me up, and we’ll run away together,” she whispers. “Tonight, I want to be with you. I want all of you.”

  Something inside of me snaps, she doesn’t have to tell me twice. I open my pickup door and slide out, jogging over to her side to help her out as well.

  Once she’s steady on her feet, I fold the seat over and grab a couple blankets. They’re always in my truck in case of an emergency. It snows up here in the winter, and my pickup isn’t the most reliable mode of transportation. I lay them down in the bed of the truck and then climb inside, helping her up to join me.

  Rosalie lays down on her back and looks up at me, her bright blue eyes not quite innocent, but not quite knowledgeable either. She’s been through a lot in her childhood, some shit I wouldn’t wish on anybody. Yet, somehow, she’s stayed somewhat innocent. I run the tip of my index finger over her lips, feeling the softness beneath me.

  “I love you, Blue Eyes,” I whisper.

  Rosalie lifts her hand, sinking her fingers into my hair and scratches my scalp. By tomorrow I won’t have this hair anymore, and this feeling will be nothing but a memory. “I love you more,” she smiles, sweetly.

  I move back on my knees as she sits up and I watch. Rosalie slowly unzips her dress before lifting it over her head and discarding it to the side of the pickup bed. Then she removes her strapless bra and exposes her soft tits for me.

  When she reaches for her panties, I shake my head. I reach for her shoes, taking them off, then I unbutton my own shirt and toss it on top of her dress. “Lay back, I want to taste you,” I rasp, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her lacy panties. I drag them down her thighs and throw them to join the rest of our clothes.

  Rosalie slowly spreads her legs for me and I lean in, inhaling her scent before I kiss her clit. “Bailey,” she whimpers, sinking her fingers into my hair again.

  I lick her slit, the entirety of it, before I swirl my tongue around her clit and gently suck. I know what she likes, I’ve eaten her sweet cunt more than a hundred times, but this feels different, everything feels different right now. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I take my time, showing her just how much I fucking love her.

  Rosalie’s hips jerk and she moans loudly, knowing that there is nobody else around us. I let out a groan when I feel her body grow closer toward its release. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I concentrate my mouth on her clit, my tongue flicking between my teeth scraping and sucking it hard.

  “I’m going to come,” she practically screams.

  When she does, I don’t stop eating her until her body stops jerking and twitching. Quickly, I remove my pants and align my cock with her entrance. I glance up at her, her eyes are closed and she’s got a small smile tipped on her lips.

  “Let me see those blue eyes, Rosalie,” I whisper. She opens her eyes slowly. Pressing my cock against her entrance, I grit my teeth together. “Are you sure?” I ask. “I don’t have anything,” I admit.

  She widens her legs and lifts her hips slightly in reply. Without saying another word, I slowly sink inside of her pussy. “I need you,” she whimpers.

  It’s been so long, and I don’t remember it ever feeling like this with another girl. My heart starts to race, it’s practically leaping out of my chest as I continue to slowly sink inside of her. I feel the barrier of her hymen and I stop. Deciding I’m going to pull out as a precaution, I exhale, closing my eyes.

  “Blue Eyes, it’s gonna hurt,” I warn.

  She gives me a small smile and slides her palms up my arms to cup both of my cheeks. “I know,” she whispers.

  I break through her innocence and wince when she lets out a loud gasp. Tears fill her eyes, and I try to feel bad but she feels so fucking good that it’s hard. I slide one of my hands around her head to lift her face closer to mine, as I lower down.

  Pressing my lips to her cheeks, I kiss her tears away as I let her body adjust around mine. I lick the seam of her lips and she opens them, an invitation for me to invade.

  I fuck her with my tongue, then when her body loses tension beneath mine, I fuck her with my cock. I already know that I won’t last long, she’s too fucking tight, and she feels too damn good.

  I close my eyes, continuing to kiss her, and glide in and out of her pussy, feeling every inch of her—relishing in this moment. This will keep me company for the next twelve weeks, this single memory alone.

  SIX WEEKS LATER

  Shit.

  “I’m pretty sure we learned about how to prevent this little problem in sixth grade,” Riley announces from her spot sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

  I lift my gaze to her and glare. She winks, giving me a smile. She’s forever a smartass, and I usually love that about her, but right now? Not so much. “Haven’t you ever done something in the heat of the moment?” I ask, looking down at my hand.

  Riley snorts. “Girl, you do know who I sleep with, right? In general, he’s a decision I make in the heat of the moment. No sane woman would choose a whore like him.”

  Riley’s face softens, and she wraps her hand around my knee and gives it a squeeze. “Is it Bailey’s?” she whispers. I almost throw the pee stick at her face for even asking me a question like that. She shakes her head and then shrugs. “I assume it is, but you know what they say about assumptions, plus he’s gone,” she shrugs.

  I wish I would have had Finley do this with me. She’s much sweeter, calmer, and more compassionate than her sister. “We had sex the night of Finley’s wedding before he left for San Diego,” I admit.

  “You say that in a way, where it sounds like it was the first time. I know that can’t be accurate though. You guys have been sneaking around for five years,” she whispers.

  I press my lips together and look at her, afraid to say the words aloud, afraid she’ll think I’m a weirdo or something. “Oh my God. You and Bailey never… before that night?” she breathes. I shake my head, ref
using to actually say the words. “And that little fuck got you knocked up?” she practically yells. “You know he’s lucky he’s not here right now, I’d beat the shit out of him… or have Tinker do it at least,” then her body locks up tight. Her eyes widen and her eyes connect with mine. “What’s your dad gonna do?” she whispers.

  I shake my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. I’ve been doing this a lot lately, crying, and at least now I know why.

  I’m pregnant.

  Pregnant with Bailey Duhart’s baby.

  Bailey Duhart who is in Marine Corps boot camp and not scheduled to come back home for another six weeks.

  Bailey Duhart who has only written to me once.

  “My dad will probably kill both of us,” I whisper as I try to wipe some of the tears away from my eyes.

  Riley snorts. “Bullshit. Your dad loves you. He might get pissed, maybe beat the shit out of Bailey when he gets home, but he won’t kill you. You’re being dramatic.”

  “What would your dad do?” I ask, lifting a brow.

  Riley shakes her head once before she gives me a sad smile. “He’d be mad, he’d beat the shit out of Tinker, then they’d have a beer, and he’d tell Tinker he had to do right by me,” she laughs.

  “Is there something you’re not telling me?” I ask, looking down at her stomach. Her hand lays on it and she quickly moves it before she looks away from me. “Riley?” I whisper.

  “Heat of the moment, right?” she says with a wobbly chin as she turns her head back toward me. “I reminded him. I told him to use a condom,” she whispers. “He didn’t.”

  I reach out for her hand and take it in mine. We’re both in similar predicaments. Maybe this will be good for both of us, maybe we can lean on each other for support. “Are you going to marry him? Do you love him?” I ask.

  Tinker is the exact opposite of a man that I would want. He still fucks around with club whores even though he has Riley. Although he couldn’t really go public with her, not until now. Maybe he’ll change? I highly doubt it, but he could—stranger things have happened.