Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet

by Hayley Faiman

  I try to fight the smile that’s growing on my lips just thinking about the fact that I’m holding hands with a man, something I haven’t done since I was in high school.

  The clubhouse is pretty quiet, only a few men loitering around, and none are interested in us as we make our way toward the front door.

  Then my eye catches the woman from last night—the blonde bitch that was talking shit to Max about being too old to get it up.

  I wish, I wish I could tell her just how he got it up and got me off, but then she’d probably try and ride him herself, and I’d have to act as crazy jealous as he just did a few minutes ago.

  When her eyes connect with mine, I watch as they narrow and a sneer appears on her red painted lips. I choose to ignore her and follow Max outside.

  “We’ll go in my truck so we have room for whatever shit you want,” he murmurs.

  I do a mental calculation of my bills in my head—what I have in my bank account and what I need to pay. Then I realize that I need a computer so I can work.

  I can maybe pay two month’s rent, as long as I pay minimum payments on my credit cards, and I know that my power will be shut off before I make it back home.

  That’s just something I’m going to have to worry about later—along with the food that is surely going to rot in my fridge and the trash I didn’t take out before I left.

  “What’s this?” I ask as we stop in front a lifted, big ass, black truck.

  “My truck,” Max chuckles.

  It’s a new, four-door pickup, lifted off of the ground with at least a six-inch lift if not more. The windows are blacked out and it’s probably the sexiest truck I have ever seen, if a truck could be sexy. I decide that it can, because this one is.

  “How do I get inside?” I ask.

  Max grins, opening the door, and then steps automatically unfold from underneath it. I gasp and turn to him in surprise.

  “That is the coolest thing I have ever seen,” I practically squeal.

  “Hop on up, sweetness,” Max smiles.

  I do. I climb up inside of his sexy truck, and I practically purr when my ass hits his leather seat. I strap on my seatbelt and pet the leather a few times, feeling the softness beneath my fingertips.

  “Why didn’t you pick me up in this?” I ask accusatorially as he sits down and starts his engine.

  “Kinda hard to be inconspicuous in this thing,” he shrugs as he starts to drive.

  “Yeah, but the drive would have been so much better,” I mumble.

  “What? Don’t like bein’ on the back of my bike?” he asks with a laugh.

  “I like it just fine, but I think my limit is an hour, maybe two.”

  “Noted, sweetness,” he chuckles as he fiddles with the radio buttons.

  We don’t say much as we drive down the winding country roads. I really take in the scenery. It’s absolutely gorgeous here, and Mt. Shasta is probably the prettiest thing I have ever seen in my life.

  The white snow looks like a painting on the mountain. I can see why someone would want to live here in this unpopulated, tiny town. The view makes it all worth it.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Mt. Shasta mall,” he grunts as he drives, Zeppelin playing in the background.

  “A mall?” I ask, raising my brows.

  I’m surprised he knows how to say the word, let alone knows where one is anywhere near him. I silently wonder if he’s ever actually stepped foot inside of one.

  I reach toward the radio and turn it up a bit, wanting to hear what I call a classic, Kashmir, playing through the badass truck’s speakers.

  MADDOG

  I’m surprised when Mary-Anne turns the radio up, instead of trying to turn it off or changing the station to whatever that shit is they call music these days. I shift my eyes toward her and see her body sway with the sexy beat of Zeppelin’s—Kashmir.

  “You like it?” I ask her, lifting my chin to the radio.

  “Zeppelin? Shit, yeah. My dad always had rock music blasting in our house when I was a kid. Drowned out the sound of my mom and Bate’s screaming when he hit them,” she says with a shrug before turning toward the window.

  I reach across the seat and rest my hand on her thigh, giving her slim leg a gentle squeeze. I’m not sure if it’s comforting or not. Probably not.

  The hells she’s endured would probably send me into a rage. Grisha Lukin is a dead man walking, as is that piece of shit she was dating named Kyle.

  “Never again, Mary,” I murmur. Her body jerks slightly, but she doesn’t move other than that. I give her her quiet.

  She’s had a rough couple of days, and I’m sure me fucking her didn’t clear her mind at all. Probably made it more muddled. Though, I can’t seem to feel too badly. She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.

  Sixty years on this earth, and I’m just now discovering that there’s better out there.

  I feel like a dick, because I loved Eleanora, I truly did. But we were young as shit, and we had a baby. I was workin’ my ass off for the club, and I sure as shit wasn’t good to her, which meant she wasn’t all fired up to give me pussy on the regular.

  When she did, it was laced with sadness and a hint of bitterness, at times. She was a good Old Lady—fought me for the status, and I gave into her on it. But fuck, I was a stupid ass kid back then.

  I don’t blame her. Not a single fucking bit. I got her young, knocked her up, and then I was in and out of the house, not consistently home and not a big help with Pierce.

  Fuck, I didn’t even name him. I went to the hospital long enough to see her push him out, then I was gone and partying—celebrating.

  I was eighteen and a piece of shit; thought I was somethin’ special because I was part of the club. Being part of the club probably helped us be able to afford a new baby, but as far as our relationship went, I was too young, and there was too much available pussy around.

  Then she got sick. She got sick, and I realized how much of a fuckup I truly was. I hurt her so much throughout the years. She wanted more babies, and I shot that shit down.

  She wanted more of me, and I pushed her away, only giving her the bits and pieces I allowed. Eleanora never had all of me, not once in our fifteen years of marriage.

  “Max,” Mary-Anne whispers. My head jerks.

  I don’t know how, but I drove us to the mall and parked, all completely blind. I don’t remember a damn thing. Mary-Anne’s soft, sweet, face and her blue eyes fill my vision.

  I tuck a piece of her long, black hair behind her ear and just look at her. I feel the heat of her pussy against my jean clad dick as she straddles me.

  Her arms lift, and she slides her hands from my shoulders to the back of my neck, causing me to tip my head back with a low groan.

  “The past is shit, Max. We can’t change it. If we could, then we wouldn’t be where we are right now. I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of liking where I am right now,” she whispers as her tongue sneaks out and licks her bottom lip.

  I raise my hands and wrap them around her ass, pulling her against me to graze against my hard cock.

  “Let’s get you some clothes, sweetness,” I murmur, pressing my lips against hers.

  “I really like what’s happening right here,” she shivers above me.

  “Yeah, I do too. But I’m guessing the rest of the people in the parking lot won’t want a show,” I inform her. Her body stills.

  I chuckle as I slap her ass and shift her over before I open the truck door and adjust my dick on the way down. She scrambles out of the pickup, all arms and legs, and I can’t hide my smile. A woman almost thirty years old and she’s scrambling around like a teenager.

  I slip my arm around her shoulders and tuck her into my side, needing her close to me for whatever fucking, asinine reason. I don’t try to dissect it. For now, I’m going with whatever flow is happening between us. Today, I want her next to me.

  The mall must have been invented by somebody who hates men. Store after stor
e after store, all in one huge ass building, with some shitty food that’s supposed to hold you over during your shitty store shopping. I look at Mary, whose eyes have lit up like every fucking woman’s eyes do when she even thinks about shopping.

  “Where to first?” I ask. Her cheeks tint pink.

  “I need panties and a bra or two,” she whispers.

  I try not to laugh at her embarrassment. Considering my cock was inside of her just hours ago, she has nothing to be embarrassed about—but I like that she is.

  My sweetness, my Mary-Anne. We walk together toward the lingerie store.

  “This place is too expensive. Seriously, I can find stuff somewhere else,” she says, stopping right in front of the store.

  “Mary, I’m buyin’, so you’ll pick yourself out some stuff here. I’m a selfish fuck, seriously, I am. I want to see you in some sexy shit, and I know this is the place for it,” I murmur.

  “No way. You cannot buy me panties.” She grits her teeth and her face turns ten shades of red.

  “Fuck if I can’t. I’ll be peeling them off of those long-as-shit, sexy legs, so I can buy ‘em.”

  She gasps slightly before her eyes widen and glaze over. I pull her closer to my chest and dip my chin down, brushing my lips against hers.

  “Go in there and pick out some shit that’ll make me hard as nails, sweetness,” I grunt.

  She doesn’t say anything, but thankfully, she walks into the store. I stay behind her, my hand on her lower back as she starts to walk around.

  “Can I help you with anything,” a petite blonde practically screams as we walk a little further into the store. Mary jumps slightly, and I can tell she scared her.

  “I’m just looking. I need some bras and panties,” she says.

  “And shit to sleep in,” I mutter.

  “What kind of things to sleep in?” the sales girl asks, arching a brow.

  “Things that won’t stay on long,” I counter.

  She starts pointing out different sections of the store and telling Mary-Anne about what to find in each section. I’m already bored, the excitement of sexy panties is completely gone now.

  “I cannot believe your dad would come in here with you,” the little blonde says. My brows shoot to the sky in surprise.

  “He’s definitely not my dad,” Mary counters.

  “Oh, I just assumed…”

  “You probably shouldn’t do that, sweetie. See, this guy right here, he’s fucked me better than any man I’ve ever met,” Mary announces before she walks off with her little shopping bag in hand.

  I stand and watch her ass sway for a beat before I look over at the blonde. She’s staring at me in awe, her eyes roaming my body and then landing on my cut. She sucks in a breath before her eyes go wide.

  “Oh, I’m so, so sorry,” she mutters, stumbling over herself.

  “No harm, no foul,” I assure her as I walk toward Mary.

  Mary’s picking out panties, and she’s shoving them in her bag so fast, I don’t think she’s even looking at them. She’s pissed. I wrap my hand around her belly and pull her into my chest, my mouth going to her neck.

  “Calm, sweetness,” I murmur against her skin.

  “That little bitch,” she seethes.

  I laugh as I spin her around in my arms and look down at her angry blue eyes. I didn’t think she could be more beautiful, but I was dead fucking wrong. Pissed as shit, she’s fucking gorgeous.

  I wrap my arm around her back and pick her up slightly before I make my way toward the dressing rooms. I glance around and grin when I see that we’re alone before I duck us into a stall. Turning and pressing her against the door, I lower her to the ground, my mouth hovering above hers.

  “Max,” she hisses making my cock hard as it presses against the zipper of my jeans.

  “Mmm, quiet,” I grunt.

  I unbutton her jeans before I turn her around, pushing her front against the door and pressing my chest against her back as my mouth touches the side of her neck.

  I push her jeans down her hips and I watch as her hands brace on either side of her as I wrench her lower half back. I unbutton my own jeans and push them down past my ass.

  “Are you wet for me, Mary?” I rasp as I let my cock slide through her damp folds.

  I know she’s wet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear her admit it.

  “Max, we can’t—,” she starts to say but I press my lips against her neck and gently bite down, as I thrust my hips, making sure my cock hits her clit.

  “Yeah, we can, are you wet for me?” I repeat.

  “I am,” she admits on a whisper.

  “You need to be quiet, yeah?” I mutter my lips still pressing against the sweet skin of her neck.

  “What if we get caught?”

  I let one of my hands drift around her hip and down to her clit, pressing against her as I slide my cock inside of her wet center with a moan.

  I close my eyes once I’m completely inside of her, feeling her warm heat wrap around me so fucking tight. I squeeze her hip with my other hand and rear my hips back, before pushing back inside of her.

  “Then you better be quiet,” I murmur in her ear.

  I don’t take Mary fast. I’d be pounding her into this goddamn door, and the whole store would hear, if I had my way.

  Instead, I choose to take her slow and hard. So hard, she’ll feel me the rest of the day, with every single move she makes.

  “Max,” she whimpers.

  Sucking on her neck, trying to keep myself from making any loud noises, I continue to slide in and out of her, my fingers caressing her clit, slow and steady.

  I know when she starts climbing closer toward her release when her hips push back, her ass pressing into me.

  “You feel so good,” she whispers.

  I grunt, rubbing her cunt harder and faster, feeling her body ratchet up a little higher. Her legs start to shake and she lets out a soft moan as her pussy clamps down around me.

  I thrust inside of her two more times before I let myself come, filling her with my release and biting her neck as I do.

  I keep my lips at her neck, licking the spot I bit, as I continue to gently fuck her., feeling the pulse of her cunt around my dick.

  “My dad,” she huffs. I chuckle at her annoyance.

  “I’m glad you’re all fired up about it, but honest to fuck, Mary, I don’t care. I think it’s kinda funny. You could even call me daddy if you wanted to,” I grin as I pull out of her.

  She turns around and her little nose wrinkles, making me laugh a little harder as I yank my pants up.

  “Don’t be disgusting, Max. Seriously, you look nothing like my father. You’re hot as shit. How could she even think that?” she asks as she pulls her own jeans up and rights herself.

  “Glad you think I’m hot, since I’m the man you’re fuckin’, babe.” I dip my head and press my lips against hers in a soft kiss. “Go spend my money, sweetness.”

  “Is everything okay in here?” the sales girl calls and Mary’s eyes widen as she looks at me, panic clearly written all over her face.

  “We’re good,” I call out and Mary’s mouth drops.

  “Umm, oh-okay,” the girl stutters.

  “I cannot believe you just did that,” Mary hisses.

  “Sweetness, she could see our feet below the door, we ain’t in here chatting about the weather. Think she figured us out.”

  The rest of the day, I watch as Mary-Anne tries on clothes, argues with me about paying for them, and then tries to look at price tags to put shit back. It’s cute, but I don’t think she realizes that I can afford whatever it is she wants in this little mall.

  Nobody else makes mention of our age difference, but we do receive some curious looks from passerby’s. It doesn’t bother me, though.

  Mary is special.

  Whatever it is about her that I want, I’m taking, and I’m not going to feel guilty about it. She is young and beautiful, but there’s more to her than just the ou
tside—and that, aside from our obvious chemical attraction, draws me to her.

  I want to know more, and I plan on finding out as much as I can while I have her. I’m no fool. Eventually, she’ll want a man more her age, but right now, she’s cool with what we have, and I’m going to ride the wave for as long as possible, enjoying the way she makes me feel.

  Chapter Six

  MARY-ANNE

  “Sweetness, time to wake up.”

  I feel my body being nudged and shaken slightly. I gasp and sit up, looking around in confusion as to where I am.

  It takes me a minute to realize that I’m in Max’s truck, and I was asleep on his thigh. He smiles over at me, and I have to fight my body’s urge to jump him right here in the clubhouse parking lot.

  “We’re back already?” I ask as I gather some of my bags from the floorboard of the pickup before I slide out.

  I watch as Max gathers the rest, and I’m in complete shock and embarrassment at how much I bought.

  Once we finished at the mall, Max took me to Target to get toiletries and whatever else I needed for the foreseeable future.

  “I was going to ask you; is there any way I can use your office computer?” I ask as we walk toward the clubhouse doors.

  He stops dead in his tracks and then turns around to face me, at least six Target bags in each hand.

  “Why?” he drawls.

  “Oh, I have work I need to do. I have clients waiting for designs. Oh. Shit.” I breathe.

  “Hmmm?”

  “My programs are all loaded on my laptop. How did I not think of this? Oh, fuck. Oh, shit,” I panic, my eyes searching his—for what? I don’t know. He won’t have an answer for me.

  “A couple guys and I will head down there to get it for you this weekend, can you wait that long?” he asks.

  “That’s an eighteen-hour drive,” I hiss. He only nods in agreement before he turns and walks away from me. “Max, you cannot be serious with me right now?” I call out.

  He doesn’t respond and it pisses me off. I stomp into the clubhouse after him and don’t realize the room’s usual chatter slowly dies down at our entrance.

  “Max, don’t ignore me,” I yell.