Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet

by Hayley Faiman

  “Need to fuck you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my neck between kissing and licking my skin.

  I freeze.

  What in the…

  “Ummm,” I say, unsure of how to respond. Who says that? He’s known me all of two seconds.

  “Let me in, baby,” he mutters before he sucks on my neck.

  I quickly step away from him, my chest heaving and my body filling with fear. Why did I come in here with him? Why did I kiss him? I shake my head, knowing the answer to that. He’s hot, and bad, and a man, and he looked at me like I was a woman, not a child.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You got at least ten more minutes before your brother gets here,” he shrugs. It makes my stomach roll.

  Ten minutes.

  He wants me for ten minutes, and then I’ll just be that girl he fucked once who was waiting for her big brother to give her a ride home. I shake my head before I quickly adjust my shirt.

  “No.” I shake my head.

  No way am I telling this guy that I’m a virgin. No way am I telling him that he’s the first guy to put his hand up my shirt. He’s a man. He’s hot, but no way am I embarrassing myself any further.

  A loud pounding on the door interrupts us and I’m completely grateful. He swings the door open and there’s a huge bear of a man that fills up the doorway. He’s big and hairy. He looks like a giant grizzly.

  “Your girl’s brother is here,” he rumbles. My eyes widen. Holy shit, Andy is going to freak the fuck out at me being alone in this stranger’s room.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” Andy shouts, pushing past the grizzly bear man and into the room.

  Andy is tall, wide, and built like the college football player that he is. I look like a teacup poodle next to him. Though our hair and eyes are identical, we are completely opposite. I watch as his green eyes go from the hot stranger to me and then back.

  “Just hangin’ out until you got here,” the stranger smirks as he throws his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side.

  “Hands off my sister,” Andy grinds out.

  “Or what?”

  “I’ll call the cops, you asshole,” Andy warns. The guy laughs.

  “I didn’t do fuck all,” he says between his chuckles. I don’t tell him that he killed a man right in front of me. In fact, I don’t say a word.

  “My sister is sixteen, you idiot,” Andy growls.

  The man beside me stops laughing. He looks down on me for confirmation and I nod once. Immediately, his heat leaves me and he takes a step away.

  “Get the fuck outta here, girl,” he grinds out. He looks so dangerous, so menacing, so unbelievably hot.

  I can’t move.

  Andy grabs my hand and pulls me; but as my feet move, my eyes stay pinned to the handsome devil of a stranger. His angry eyes don’t leave mine until we’re out of each other’s sight, and Andy doesn’t stop dragging me behind him.

  Once I’m in the car and we’re safely on the road, he grills me. I tell him nothing of the convenience store, the murder I heard, or the way that man kissed me, owned me—made me want so much more than I have ever wanted.

  I keep his kiss a secret.

  A memory for just me.

  Something special that I can think back on fondly.

  I’ll probably never see him again; I don’t even know his name. But that doesn’t stop me from putting my fingers against my lips and thinking of him.

  Chapter One

  THREE YEARS LATER

  DIRTY JOHNNY

  I lift my chin to the two whores who are playing pool and tip my head toward my room. I need a good hard, dirty, fuck and I need it now. This week has been fucking shit. I need some relief.

  I watch as the blonde and brunette whores make their way toward my private bedroom. I’m feeling too out of control to fuck in the common room. I need privacy for a few hours while I fuck my day away with these bitches.

  “You good, brother?” Fury asks as I pass him. He’s sitting at a table with his wife, Kentlee, perched on his thigh.

  They’ve been together for almost ten years, have three rugrats, and yet, they look like newlyweds. I’ll never have what they do, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t crave it—a woman and, more than anything, a baby. Fuck, I feel like a pussy, but I want a kid of my own. Seeing my brothers and their families, all the kids running around, makes me want that.

  “Yeah,” I grunt as I continue on the way to my room, where those cunts better be waiting for me.

  I walk in, not looking up as I lock the door behind me. I slowly strip my clothes off, leaving them in a pile, throwing my cut on a chair on the other side of the doorway. Then I turn around and bite my bottom lip at the sight before me.

  The brunette is bent over in the middle of the floor, her ass in the air and her chest on the ground. The blonde is on her knees right next to her ass, her big brown eyes looking right at me. I’ve played with these two before, Serina and Tasha, two whores who are always ready for a good time.

  “She’s ready for you,” Tasha, the blonde, says sweetly.

  “Get your pussy under her face,” I order as I lean over and grab Serina by the back of her hair, pulling her head back.

  I watch as Tasha slides under her, lying with her back flat against the floor, and her legs spread wide. Her pussy on display and already shimmering with her arousal. Fuck, these bitches are hornier than us guys. I take the condom that Tasha kindly laid out for me along with a bottle of lube in hand.

  “Lick her pussy,” I order.

  Serina shimmies her ass in front of me before she takes one long lick of Tasha’s hot pussy.

  “Fuck,” Tasha sighs. My cock hardens at the sight as I slide the condom on my dick.

  I slam inside of Serina’s cunt to the hilt, forcing her forward on Tasha’s pussy. I let Serina’s warmth envelops me while I watch the show from above. Then, I take the lube and coat two fingers with it before I shove them deep inside of Serina’s ass. She shivers beneath me but continues to eat Tasha.

  “Make her come,” I order as I start to fuck her ass with my fingers.

  I slowly pull my hips back before I slam them forward. I fuck her pussy and her ass at the same time, enjoying how her pussy gets wetter and wetter with each thrust from me.

  “Tasha, are you close?” I ask as I hook my fingers in Serina’s ass and start to really pound her pussy with the strength in my legs.

  “Yeah,” she sighs.

  I watch as a light sheen of sweat appears on her face right before she wraps her hands in Serina’s hair and grinds her pussy against Serina’s face as she screams with her release.

  It’s fucking hot.

  I pump inside of Serina’s pussy a few more times before I completely pull out, then I take my fingers out of her ass.

  “Over here,” I call to Tasha. I watch as she quickly scrambles to my side.

  “Are you going to take my come after I fuck her ass?” I ask Tasha. She doesn’t answer verbally, instead she nods enthusiastically. “First, it’s your turn to eat her pussy,” I demand.

  “Can Tash lie down so I can taste her some more Dirty, please?” Serina begs turning her neck to look back at me.

  “How about you eat her pussy from behind so I can watch?” I ask. “But first,” I say directly to Tasha. “Open.”

  She opens her lips wide, like the good clubwhore she is, and I shove my fingers into her mouth. Fingers that were just inside Serina’s tight ass.

  I fuck her mouth with them, watching as they disappear between her warm lips, moaning when she greedily sucks them clean.

  When I release them, I drop my chin to the floor and she quickly hurries in front of Serina’s body and spreads her thighs as she tips her ass up for Serina’s mouth.

  Once Tasha is in place, I take my hands and spread Serina’s ass wide, lining my cock up with her asshole. I hear her whimper when I press against her hole. I squirt out a little more lube as I push into her. She relaxes around me with a long muffled m
oan as she eats Tasha’s little pussy.

  Serina’s taken my dick in her ass more times than I can count, and the bitch loves it. I watch as my cock easily slides completely into her, disappearing into her warm, tight hole.

  I close my eyes and I pound into Serina’s ass. I’m starting to sweat, and I feel my balls tingle with the warning of my climax. I freeze inside of Serina before I speak.

  “You both need to fuckin’ come,” I order.

  I can feel Serina shaking in my hands. She’s on the verge. I tilt my cock and I pound into her a few times, hard and rough, and I wait for her to scream.

  When she does, I watch as she squirts her release all over the floor of my room. G-spot orgasm. I feel her ass convulsing around my cock a few times before I quickly pull out of her.

  I slap her ass and stand walking over to Tasha before I grab her arm and pull her up from the floor. I yank the condom off and I pump my cock a few times before I moan my own release.

  I keep my eyes open, watching as my come drips all over Tasha’s face. She doesn’t even realize what’s happening, she’s so lost, her hand working feverishly between her legs as she brings herself to her own climax, again.

  “Jesus,” Serina says as she collapses on the floor. I think about saying something smartass, but I don’t.

  I look at them; two women I’ve just used for nothing but their holes. I don’t give a fuck about them. If I never saw them again, it wouldn’t matter to me.

  I can’t help but feeling that I’m missing so much in life.

  Sure, fucking is fun and no commitment means little drama, but I can’t stop myself from thinking of my brothers that have women at their sides, and how they seem more—at peace.

  Peace.

  Something I haven’t ever known.

  “Bed’s yours if you girls want to sleep after you clean up,” I grunt as I stand and start to dress back into my clothes.

  “You aren’t going to stay? Maybe round two? I didn’t get your cock inside of me,” Tasha pouts. She’s cute as fuck, but I have no desire to fuck them anymore tonight, at least not yet.

  “Maybe later,” I offer before I walk out of the door.

  I don’t even think twice about them being in my room. I have nothing in there they can fuck with. I don’t own any personal items other than my clothes. My guns are locked up, being the most monetarily valuable things I own.

  I make my way back to the bar and my brothers.

  “You ruin them for the night?” Grizz asks as I take a seat on the stool next to him.

  “Probably,” I shrug, motioning to a prospect for a beer.

  I spend the rest of the night with my brothers, my family—the only family I have ever had. I drink and play pool and just relax.

  Tomorrow will be another day, another hurdle to get through, as every day is. Tomorrow is also going to be a huge ass party with more than just our brothers in tow. But for tonight, I’m just going to be.

  HATTIE

  Willa turns to me and grins. She’s trouble. She’s been trouble since the day we met in kindergarten. We’ve gone through our ups and downs, but we’ve stayed friends. Though, I’m not sure it was a wise decision on my part. She’s self-destructive.

  Tonight, I promised that I would go with her to a party. Apparently, she met some guy online and she’s been invited to this party almost an hour away, in Bonners Ferry. I take a skirt off the shelf in my closet and hold it to my stomach as I close my eyes and think about the last time I was in Bonners Ferry.

  Three years ago. I was sixteen. I heard a man being murdered, but that’s not what I think about or even see when I close my eyes. No, I think about the sexy as hell, tattooed biker who saved me and then kissed me like I had never been kissed before or after.

  I shiver as I pull on my skirt. It’s black and short with a lace overlay. The top is the same, black and cropped with a lace overlay. I grab my bright turquoise high heels and slide them onto my feet before I run my fingers through my long, straight hair. I take a look at myself in the mirror and bite my bottom lip.

  I look young.

  Really young.

  No matter how sexy I dress, how grownup I try to look, I always look like I’m just playing dress up. My round face and childish features, my big green eyes and full cheeks—I keep waiting to look older, more mature, yet I always stay girlish. My slim body and small breasts probably don’t help, either. I don’t think they’ll ever grow at this point.

  “You ready, whore?” Willa asks from the entrance of my bedroom.

  I look over at her. She’s wearing a skin tight, strapless, bandage dress that barely covers her vagina, and high heels that look like they should be worn on a stage, not to a party. Her black hair is curled and teased, and her makeup is dark and thick. She looks like a tramp.

  “Willa, what kind of party is this?” I ask as I stare at her boobs, which are barely contained in her dress.

  “A fun one,” she grins wickedly before she grabs my hand and drags me out of my apartment.

  I sit in the passenger seat of her car, my nerves completely taking over my thoughts. Willa talks non-stop about this guy she’s met and how he hangs out with this awesome group of guys that are known for the best parties. His name is Robbie, and she claims he’s hot and perfect. I have my suspicions; Willa is a terrible judge of character when it comes to men.

  “Here we are,” she squeals. I look up in horror. My heart starts to pick up its pace at the sight of the building in front of us.

  I’ve been here before.

  My brother dragged me out of here as fast as he could.

  The Notorious Devils Clubhouse.

  I didn’t know who they were. Not until my brother, Andy, schooled me on just how dangerous they are. A motorcycle club, a gang. And now, here I am again.

  “Hattie?” Willa asks, looking over to me.

  “Do you know where we are?” I breathe.

  “Yeah, Notorious Devils. Robbie hangs out with them sometimes, always comes to their parties. I hear they’re legendary,” she smirks as she applies more bright red lipstick.

  “Why didn’t you tell me we were coming here?” I ask as my cheeks heat with anger.

  “Because you’re a scaredy cat. You wouldn’t have come.”

  “Damn right, I wouldn’t have,” I grumble.

  “Ooohhhh, you must really be mad—you said damn,” she laughs as she slides out of the car.

  I follow her, only because I don’t want to be in the car by myself, but I’m terrified. I look around the parking lot and notice motorcycles everywhere. There are also a few pickups and cars, but not many. I grab her hand and pull her to a stop. I wait until she turns around and levels me with a glare.

  “What? I’m not driving you back home,” she practically growls.

  “No, just, don’t lose me. Please,” I beg.

  Willa throws her head back with a laugh and then squeezes my hand with hers.

  “You’ll be fine. Put your big girl panties on and deal, Hattie. You’re so fucking sheltered, it’s ridiculous. You know I would blame your parents, but Andy is just as bad. Maybe you’ll see something you like here. I’ve heard these guys are wild.”

  Without another word, she begins walking toward the front door. She isn’t wrong. I am sheltered. My parents are ultra-conservative and Andy is a police officer.

  I’m just little Hattie, baby sister and youngest child, meant to be a good girl and kept pure until the day I find a nice boy and settle down. Little do they know that my purity left the building when I was seventeen.

  My parents threw a fit when I moved out on my own into my little apartment. Andy checks on me four days a week and even does safety checks while he’s on duty. We live in a town of less than ten thousand people, and I don’t even remember the last time any real crime happened. Maybe a few years ago when Jimmy Parks ran from Andy after he tried to pull him over, and he chased him through town. Jimmy was drunk and didn’t want another DUI.

  I follow Willa insi
de of the entrance and my eyes widen at what I see. I actually don’t know where to look first. The air is hazy, and I can smell weed and cigarette smoke, along with beer and a mix of other unidentifiable scents. I stay close behind Willa as she forges forward into the crowded room.

  There are people everywhere. Men in leather and jeans, women dressed in either nothing, or in hardly anything at all. I am not only overdressed, but I am more covered up than any other woman here. I start to tug on Willa’s hand, but I stop myself. It’s too loud in here, she won’t hear a word.

  Then, she releases my hand and runs away from me and into the arms of a man. I look at him and I don’t understand her attraction. He’s tall, and his long hair appears as though, when clean, it’s light brown instead of the greasy, dark brown he is currently sporting.

  He has a short beard, and I watch as he picks up my friend and wraps his hands around her ass as he grinds his crotch into hers. I wrinkle my nose.

  This is the first time they’re meeting and she’s acting like she’s known him for a while. Why did she even bring me?

  I wait for her to come back to me, but a group of men walk in front of me, by the time they’ve passed, she’s gone. I look around in a panic, sheer complete panic, and I can’t see her. I hold my hand to my belly as I tell myself to breathe while I try to calm down.

  “Hey, babe, how about you party with me? No need to stand there by yourself,” a deep voice says as he wraps his big hand around my arm.

  I turn around quickly and look at him with what must be wide, frightened eyes, because he blinks once before his brows knit together. I take him in.

  He’s tall, built, with a tight shirt showcasing his hulking muscles under the leather vest he has on. He’s handsome, really handsome, but I’m terrified, and all I want to do is cry.

  “Hey, how old are you?” he asks, narrowing his eyes on me.