Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet

by Hayley Faiman

  “He’s got a war to win with that one then. Let me know how it plays out,” he chuckles before he ends the call.

  I don’t ask him how he knows that Torch has a fight on his hands, or even question his desire to know the outcome of the pair. I just shove my phone in my pocket, thankful as fuck that this isn’t what I thought it was.

  I have no doubt that a war is coming, but I didn’t want it yet. I wanted some peace, some time with my woman and my new baby before I was thrust into the middle of it.

  I pull into the car lot and look around, seeing what I think Mary would like, and seeing what I know I’m going to actually buy right off the bat.

  I’m right about what I think she’ll like when she walks over to a small sedan. It’s red, and minuscule, and so fucking unsafe, it’s ridiculous.

  She’s yet to live a winter here, but it’s coming, I can already feel the crispness in the air with the change of weather. Soon, snow will be upon us, and that piece of shit will slide off of a mountain in about two seconds flat.

  I take her hand and gently tug her toward the SUV with four-wheel drive.

  “It’s a tank,” she whispers.

  “It’ll protect you in an accident, and it won’t fall down a hill in the snow because you took a corner too fast,” I say.

  “He’s right, little lady,” the salesman says as he walks over to us. Her nose wrinkles at the little lady bit, and I can’t help but to chuckle. “Your daddy knows what he’s talkin’ about,” he says. I watch as Mary’s eyes widen before a scheming look crosses her face.

  “Oh, my daddy knows exactly what he’s talking about,” she whispers before she curls in close to my side.

  The salesman looks from her to me, then back down to her again as she lifts to her toes and presses her lips against mine. Then she slides her tongue into my mouth and I can’t help but moan at her sweet taste.

  “Don’t you, daddy?” she whispers against my lips when she’s finished making her point.

  I grunt before I lightly smack her ass and then we leave, the salesman looking after us with a mix of shock and disgust marring his features.

  Fuck, she made a spectacle, and now my cock is hard, and there’s only one cure for that—her smart mouth wrapped around it.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  MARY-ANNE

  I giggle as my eyes catch a glimpse of the midnight blue SUV that now sits on the curb in front of our home. I remember how a few days ago we went shopping for it, and how the salesman thought Max was my daddy.

  Obviously, I had fun, kissing him with tongue in front of the man. It probably wasn’t the most mature thing in the world, but it was fun.

  Then, Max took me home and we had a freaking blast. There was more kissing, but then there was sucking, and licking, and finally screaming.

  Now, days later, I can’t stop my smile.

  Max went out, alone, to buy me this beast. Even though I rolled my eyes as soon as he pulled up in it, I love how he explained his reason for the purchase, even if it’s a little big for me to drive on a daily basis.

  How he wants the baby and me to be safe.

  That’s the only reason I didn’t fight him on it. Today, I’m going out with my girls. Dress shopping, because next week we’re getting married.

  Fury has to come and clean out his old bedroom anyway, and I think he secretly wants to check on Max to make sure he’s doing all right since the shooting. He is. He’s healed wonderfully. So I called Bates and asked if they could come over, as well.

  When winter hits, the roads will be too bad for any of us to drive through to see each other, so this is going to be our last opportunity. He grunted and grumbled, but he’s coming.

  “Hey,” Colleen hollers as she lets herself in through my front door.

  I make my way from the window over to her and see the rest of the crew behind her, all but Genny. I furrow my brow that Genny isn’t here, but when my eyes catch Ivy’s, I can’t help but smile.

  We’ve taken her on as one of our own, mainly because she is. Ivy isn’t just an Old Lady, but she’s also Grease’s sister, which makes her family through and through.

  “Where’s Genny?” I ask as I grab my purse and keys from the coffee table.

  “Being a self-centered, mean bitch,” Colleen says with a roll of her eyes. “Soar hasn’t come home in four days and she’s all pissed off and jealous. She’ll be fine, eventually.”

  I drop the subject, not wanting to talk of it further. Obviously, something is up; but if I’m honest, I don’t really care all that much. That’s her personal relationship with her man, and I have no desire to get in the middle of it—at all.

  “Let’s get you a dress,” Bobbie suggests with a smile.

  I grin, and the five of us walk out of the house and head to the dress shop. I don’t have time for alternations, and I need something that’s going to fit. With my small, but still there, belly, I need something flowy, too.

  I’ve been looking online for days, but nothing has really excited me. I like simple, maybe some lace, but nothing flashy.

  I don’t want rhinestones or anything skintight. I don’t want a hoop skirt or a bunch of petticoats. I just want to feel like me—only gorgeous.

  I tell the sales girl my exact thoughts as soon as we walk through the door, and she whisks me away to the back of the shop before gathering an armful of what looks like extremely heavy dresses.

  She helps me slip the first dress on, but won’t let me look in the mirror until I’m outside and in front of the huge dress mirrors where everybody sits waiting for me.

  I hear Ivy gasp first, then Teeny, and when I look at myself, tears spring to my eyes.

  The dress is absolutely perfect.

  The fabric is a soft taffeta, something I never thought in a million years that I would find appealing, but it’s absolutely sinful, and a very light shade of shimmery pink, almost a dusty rose gold color.

  It has extremely thin spaghetti straps and triangles covering my breasts with a thick bunch of fabric that wraps around the front, from right below my breasts, to right above the small swell of my belly. Then the dress floats out in an extreme babydoll A-line that skims the floor. It even has pockets.

  “Please tell me that’s it,” Teeny whispers.

  “I love it,” I admit with a nod.

  “It’s absolutely gorgeous, and just so you. MadDog is going to cry,” Bobbie says as she dashes her own tears away.

  “Max doesn’t cry,” I laugh softly.

  “He will when he sees you in that dress with your pregnant girl glow,” Colleen says with a wide smile.

  I go back into the dressing room, wanting to do anything but take this gorgeous dress off, but I do anyway. The rest of today, we’re free to have lunch and just hang out. I didn’t know how long this dress business would take, so I wanted to make sure we had plenty of time.

  Now that everyone is here, and I loved the first dress I tried on, I want to just relax with my friends. I haven’t had a lot of friends in my life, so this group of women, they mean so very much to me.

  I walk out of the dressing room and over to the counter to pay for the dress when I see Colleen there. I watch as she hands the salesgirl a stack of cash.

  “Colleen?” I ask as I step up to them.

  “He wanted you to have what you wanted. He gave her money and said if he needed to bring more, then he would do that,” Bobbie says. I furrow my brow.

  I was planning on buying my dress. I’m not paying for my San Diego apartment anymore, now that Max had it packed up and my things brought here, and my business has a steady flow of income.

  It was going to be what I bought for the wedding.

  The ring he bought me, and the new car, they were all so expensive. That doesn’t include the remodel on the house, and whatever this baby is going to cost. There’s no way, no way, that he can keep throwing money around like this.

  “They make plenty of money,” Teeny whispers behind me. I spin around and look at her
in confusion. “Seriously. He hasn’t actually spent any of what they’ve made over the years. Trust me when I say, they make plenty of money. And MadDog, he’s at the top of the food chain,” she grins.

  “But the house, the ring, the car, and now this? It’s all too much,” I say with a trembling lower lip. I’m on the verge of tears.

  “Let him take care of you,” Bobbie murmurs. I look over to her and she smiles sadly. “I see a lot of myself in you. Please, let him take care of you. The day I resigned and let Roach take care of me, damn, it was the best day of my life.”

  I don’t ask her what she means, but by the look on her face, the soft, concerned, sympathetic look on her face, I’m thinking that perhaps she’s endured a taste of the hells I have in the past.

  I jerk in a nod as Colleen takes the garment bag from the salesgirl, and together we all walk out of the shop.

  Not another word is mentioned about the dress or money. We spend the rest of the afternoon talking wedding and baby.

  Then we hurry to the cake shop, where we taste five different flavors of cakes. I ask for such an easy, boring cake, I think the decorator tries her hardest not to roll her eyes.

  All I want is a three-tier, white buttercream frosted cake with a fall of light pink peonies cascading down and around it.

  “I like the chocolate with Butterfinger,” Colleen mumbles around a piece of the cake in question.

  “This lemon is to die for,” Ivy announces on a moan.

  “Which one are you going to pick?” Bobbie asks as her eyes flit to all of the pieces of cake in front of me. “What does MadDog like?”

  My eyes widen and I panic. I don’t know what he likes. I have not the first clue. I’ve watched him eat food before, I’ve shared meals with him, but I have no idea what his preference is for cake. I couldn’t even tell you how he likes his coffee.

  Oh, my god. What the fuck? What am I doing?

  I stand up and I rush outside of the shop, tugging my phone out of my purse as I go. I find Max’s name as quickly as I can, and I press send.

  “Hey, sweetness,” he rumbles in my ear. I let his smooth voice wash over me for a split second.

  “I don’t even know what kind of cake you like,” I practically screech into the phone.

  “What?” he asks on a chuckle.

  “Seriously, Max, we don’t know anything about each other, and I’m here trying to order a fucking wedding cake, and they’re asking me what flavor you like, and I don’t know. I don’t know anything about you. Nothing, nothing at all, and I’m trying to order a fucking cake to marry you. This can’t happen. It just can’t. We don’t know each other,” I ramble.

  “Where are you?” he barks, sounding impatient.

  “Didn’t you hear me? I’m at the cake shop,” I snap.

  “You stay right fuckin’ there. You move, and I’ll paint that pretty little ass red,” he grunts, then the line goes dead.

  “You totally freaked way the hell out on him,” Teeny murmurs from behind me.

  “Ohmigod,” I whisper. “I totally did. Ohmigod.”

  “He’ll straighten you out,” she smirks.

  Not even five minutes later, I hear the rumble of bikes, and I gasp at the men coming down the downtown main street. It’s not only Max, but West, and three other men, I assume to be Colleen, Teeny, and Bobbie’s guys.

  I only have eyes for Max, though. He practically throws his helmet down once he’s parked, and stalks my direction, backing me up against the brick wall of the shop.

  “I like chocolate,” he murmurs against my lips before they press against mine, hard and unrelenting— owning and branding me all at the same time.

  “Chocolate?” I ask on a wheeze once he lifts his lips from mine.

  His hand is resting next to my head against the wall, and he tips his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips beneath his beard.

  “Yeah, sweetness. I like chocolate,” he murmurs.

  “That doesn’t change the fact that we know nothing about each other,” I point out, stupidly.

  “I know all I need to know, Mary,” he murmurs quietly. “I know what you taste like when you come, I know what you feel like, too. I know what your whimpers sound like when you’re really close, and what your screams sound like when you finally let go. I know that I couldn’t stay away from you even if I tried, but why would I? When I’m inside you, its like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

  “Okay, stop,” I sniffle as tears fill my eyes.

  “I know that you’re having my baby. I know that you cry a fuck’ve a lot, and I think it’s sweet. I also know that I love you,” he whispers before his lips touch mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

  “I love you, too,” I rasp.

  “Chocolate cake, sweetness. I’ll see you at home in a few hours.” Max kisses the tip of my nose, and then I watch as the rest of the men disengage from the women and then straddle their bikes and take off down the street

  All of the girls turn and look at me with smiles on their faces, and I return them with a shaky one of my own. I then go inside and I order a chocolate cake.

  Then I go home, hide my gorgeous wedding gown, and just as I’m about to jump in the shower, I hear Max downstairs. I wait for him in our bedroom, naked, instead of getting inside of the shower.

  I watch for the bedroom door to open, and when it does, he fills the doorway. From my spot on the bed, on my knees, I look up at him through my lashes and my breath hitches.

  He’s so absolutely gorgeous. Weathered in a way that I know he’s seen some serious things in his life, but also still so handsome and so incredibly sexy.

  “Sweetness,” he murmurs.

  I don’t say anything, my eyes connected with his and not moving from his gaze. Max lets his cut fall from his shoulders, and then throws it on the chair in the corner before he reaches behind him and yanks his shirt off. He kicks his boots across the room and lets his pants fall to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs.

  I whimper when he takes his semi-hard cock in hand and squeezes it before he starts to stroke it. My mouth waters at the sight. I’m hungry. No, I’m famished for him.

  “Baby,” I whisper.

  He grunts before he takes a few steps to close the gap between us, and I can’t help myself. I crawl over to him, lowering my chest down before I suck the head of his cock between my lips with a moan.

  He moves his hand from his dick to the back of my head as he starts to slowly pump his hips, sending his cock further and further down my throat. I close my eyes and relax my body as I accept him.

  “Fuck, Mary. You feel so goddamn good,” he groans. I slide my hands up his thighs to grab onto his firm ass with my fingers. Then he pulls away from me and I look up at him with a small pout. “Not gonna come down your throat, sweetness.”

  Max picks me up from beneath my armpits and drags me over to the center of the bed. He looks at me and then makes a twirling motion with his finger, and I know what that means.

  My whole body does one long shiver before I flip over and get to my hands and knees, tipping my ass just the way I know he likes.

  “See, you know me, Mary,” he chuckles behind me as his finger slides through my slick center. “And I—I know you, my sweet girl,” he rasps as his finger circles my clit.

  Two of his fingers enter me before they hook inside of me and he rubs the inside, just the way I freaking love. I moan, letting my head hang between my shoulders.

  He straightens his fingers before he starts to pump in and out of my body. He’s being slow and deliberate as he drives me closer and closer to the edge, but not so close that I’ll topple over.

  He knows what he’s doing, he knows how to play me, and he’s going to prove just how well he does it, too.

  I whimper, but I don’t beg. It would do no good. He’s in control now, and he’s loving it. When he slaps my clit, my head rears back at the same time my hips do the same.

  “Spread wider and arch. I want to see my name on your puss
y,” he growls.

  I do as he commands, spreading my knees as far as they’ll go while, at the same time, I lower my chest even further, letting my cheek and chest rest on the bed with my ass in the air. He hisses before he fills me with one, swift thrust of his cock.

  Max’s fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he rears back and then fills me again with a long, deep, satisfying groan.

  One of his hands leaves my hip as he continues to fuck me, to take me and to own me. He wraps it around my breast before he yanks my upper body up. My head flies back and hits his shoulder.

  “Baby,” I whisper as his fingers grip my breast.

  His strokes—strong, even, and hard—do not change in anyway at all.

  “Fuck, Mary. Christ, you feel so good,” he murmurs as he buries his face in the side of my neck.

  “I’m so close,” I whisper, knowing and feeling that I’m on the edge. If the wind blew against my clit, I’d come.

  “Let me push you over,” he whispers against my sweat soaked skin. His other hand leaves my hip and his fingers find my clit.

  It doesn’t take more than two strokes of his expert fingers to make my entire body quake as I cry out with my release. Max doesn’t stop, not even in the slightest.

  In fact, his strokes speed up and his strength increases. Then he stills, and when he does, he roars as he fills me full of his climax.

  “You know me, Mary. You know me better than anybody. There are a million things you don’t know, but they’re all things that you’ll learn over time. Hell, we’ll learn things about each other every single day, sweetness,” he murmurs about thirty minutes later, when my front is pressed to his side and we’re cuddled together in bed.

  “I freaked out,” I murmur, feeling embarrassed.

  “It’s understandable. We’ve moved fuckin’ fast. Now, you need food. What do you want?” he asks, giving me a little shake.

  “Nothing that requires me moving from this spot,” I yawn.

  “I only know how to make breakfast foods,” he admits with a shrug. Something else I didn’t know about him.

  I didn’t know he could make anything. I’ve been doing all of the cooking, or we just go out and grab something quick.