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Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet

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by Hayley Faiman


  Sinking down to my knees in front of his legs, I place one of my palms on his knee while I hold the sheet with my other hand. “Tell me what happened?”

  “Club business is the answer I should give you,” he murmurs cupping my jaw. His thumb traces my bottom lip and I shiver at the feel of his rough finger on my skin. “I beat the fuck out of Derek.”

  “West,” I gasp.

  He shakes his head. “He had it comin’ to him, baby. He touched what’s mine without my permission.” He drops to his knees and rips the sheet down from my body. “This is done. We’ll never speak of him again, of what happened. Know that I’m not mad at you, baby. What happened with me and Derek was a necessity though.”

  Tears fill my eyes and they start to fall down my cheeks. The guilt I felt when I let Derek inside of my body, consumes me yet again. West is telling me with his words that everything is okay, but the hurt in his eyes is speaking volumes about something completely different. “Never again, West, I swear,” I whisper.

  He wraps one of his hands in the back of my hair and fists it tightly. Tugging my neck back, he wraps his other hand around my waist and pulls my body against his. His face is centimeters away from mine. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come. Instead, he smashes his lips against mine and slowly lowers me to the ground.

  My back is flat on the hard floor, and West’s body is heavy on top of my own, but I don’t care. I welcome every part of his weight against me.

  His teeth tug on my bottom lip before his tongue fills my mouth and I let out a moan.

  Lifting my own arms, I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him against me. He shifts above me and I hear the teeth of his zipper on his jeans lower.

  West’s cock slides through my center. I let out a whimper as I spread my legs wider. I want him inside of me, it doesn’t matter how sore I am right now—I’ll recover.

  When he finally fills me, he lets out a long groan. His dark eyes connect with mine and he doesn’t break away as he begins to pump in and out of my body.

  “This is us, Ivy. Right here, inside of you, this has always been perfect,” he murmurs. His thrusts stay languid, lazy, and even. “My wife, my woman, my life.”

  Hitching my legs up a little higher, I tightly wrap them around him. I don’t care how cheesy it sounds, in this moment, it fits. Our rebirth of a life, of a marriage, is happening right now on this dirty as shit clubhouse bedroom floor, and it’s absolutely beautiful.

  I place my hand on his cheek and feel his beard between my fingers as he continues to fuck me, his pace beginning to speed up. His hand leaves my back and he slips it between us as his fingers tighten in my hair. When his thumb presses against my clit, I shiver.

  “Come, Ivy,” he rasps.

  I nod, my fingers biting into his cheek and I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. I know I’m close, so close, and I suck in a breath and try to keep my eyes from floating closed, not wanting to miss a second of this moment.

  His fingers pinch my clit and my climax rushes through me. I open my mouth but no sound escapes. West takes the opportunity to fill my mouth with his tongue and slams into me a few more times before he moans and I feel him fill me with his release.

  “Goddamn,” he grunts, ripping his lips from mine.

  I try not to giggle, but I fail, mainly because I feel the exact same way. Goddamn. I open my mouth to speak but there’s a knock on the door. West starts to yell something but the door opens and I let out a squeak, pulling him down further on top of me to cover me up.

  “Seen what you got to offer already, Ivy, no need to cover it up now,” Tinker winks.

  I gasp at his words, but West growls. “The fuck?” he shouts.

  “Pres called emergency church. Wanted to make sure you were front and center, brother,” Tinker announces before he turns around and walks off.

  West grumbles as he slips from my body and stands, pulling his jeans up as he walks over to the door and slams it closed before locking it. “Get some fucking clothes on,” he growls.

  “Are you seriously pissed because he saw me last night?” I demand as I pick up the earlier discarded sheet and wrap it around my body.

  West places his hands on his hips and shakes his head as he looks down at his booted feet. “I’m pissed because he mentioned it, Ivy. No other fucking reason. I like showing you off for the world.”

  I’m unable to control the smile that appears on my lips. “Okay, baby,” I whisper.

  I let my sheet fall again and I run toward him, my arms wrapping around his neck. My lips graze his. West wraps his hands around my ass and gives it a squeeze.

  “I gotta go, baby,” he murmurs. I nod and take a step back from him. “See you in a few, love you,” he murmurs as he unlocks, opens, and closed the door behind him.

  I flip the lock before I go in search of some of my clothes and toiletries. I need a shower after all the sex we’ve had, I seriously stink. Once I’ve gathered everything, I also find one of West’s shirts and slip it over my naked body. I really hate the communal showers in this place.

  Hurrying down the hall, I slip into the bathroom and rush through my routine, washing and shaving everything that needs it. I quickly get dressed and dump all of my shit in West’s room before I head downstairs in search of food. I’m freaking starving.

  The entire clubhouse is pretty much silent as I make my way toward the kitchen. I expect the kitchen to be just as quiet, but it’s not. There are women everywhere, Old Ladies, and it’s then that I realize they’re starting to prep for the family barbeque that’s about to go down.

  “Hey,” Hattie calls out with a smile. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail and she’s stirring what looks like pasta salad in a commercial sized metal bowl. I give her a silent wave and go in search of fresh coffee.

  Serina is standing next to the coffee maker and gives me a grin. “Heard about last night, then about Derek getting his ass beat this morning,” she whispers before pouring me a cup and handing it over.

  I nod, sipping the warm liquid, but not elaborating. “Guessing, daddy doesn’t like his toys touched as much as he thought he would,” she states. I lift my eyes to hers and she winks. “It’s okay, sometimes they think they know what they want, but they have no fucking clue,” she shrugs.

  “Care to elaborate on that?” I ask, raising a brow.

  Serina shrugs. “Me and your brother are open, obviously,” she says. “That doesn’t mean that it’s always been that way. We have our own set of rules, ones that happened to come about because he didn’t like me bringing another man home. He didn’t know he was going to hate it, but he did. That’s why we only play here, and only in the open.”

  “I had no clue,” I murmur.

  She giggles. “Most people don’t. It’s a boundary he didn’t even know existed until it was infringed on, you know?” I nod. She squeezes my hand, then walks away to help get the party food ready.

  Thinking about her words, I see things a little clearer now. West didn’t know what he wanted, and there’s no way to know what he would have been cool with, especially without trying it. Now he knows.

  Now I know that he’s the only man I want inside of my pussy. The thrill of being watched is still there, and the way he takes control is sexy as shit, but that part of me is only for him.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  CAMO

  Everybody watches me as I walk through the door. I’m the last to arrive and MadDog’s eyes track me with every single move I make until I reach my seat and sit down.

  He leans back in his chair and places his elbows on the armrests as he just looks at me. I wait for him to speak, becoming a little uncomfortable in my own seat every passing second.

  “You beat the shit out of a prospect. Do you realize that he’s lost his eye? Doc couldn’t save it,” he announces.

  I wince at the unimaginable pain Derek must feel. I should feel fucking guilty as fuck. I don’t. He had it coming for touching my wife, though maybe I s
hould have broken his fingers and dick, instead? I don’t respond though, choosing to stay quiet and listen to my fate.

  “Do you want to explain to the class why you did that without bringing it up in church first?” MadDog asks.

  Clearing my throat, I rub my hand on the back of my neck. “He fucked my wife,” I announce.

  MadDog chuckles and my eyes snap up to his. “Brother, he ate her in front of an entire room of people last night, you didn’t have a fucking issue then.”

  Rage fills me at his words. What happens in there, stays in there, and I’m getting pretty fucking pissed off that everybody keeps fucking mentioning it this morning. “He fucked her before I gave him permission,” I murmur.

  MadDog nods. “You should have come to me, at least. I have to punish you somehow for today. You’re on dock duty for the next two months,” he announces. “Now, everything cool with you and Ivy?” he asks.

  “Yeah, Pres, we’re cool,” I murmur.

  He lifts his chin. “I’m retiring,” he announces. Everybody makes a noise of surprise except me. I knew it was coming, although I’m surprised he’s announcing it today.

  “I don’t know who I’m going to choose as my successor. Fury has his own club to run in Idaho, but I wanted to let you all know that I’ll be making a decision within a month’s time.”

  “What the fuck?” Tinker whispers beside me.

  MadDog’s eyes scan the room. “I’m tired and I’m old as fuck. Time’s come,” he murmurs.

  He throws down his gavel but nobody moves. It’s as if they’re all frozen in their spots, staring at their president.

  “If any of you wants the position, let me know,” he shrugs as he stands. We all watch him walk out of the room, still frozen in surprise.

  Torch stands and shakes his head. “It’s the end of a goddamn era,” he mutters.

  “I don’t blame him, I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ old myself these days,” Mammoth announces.

  “Somebody in this room will be the new president of the original charter of the Notorious Devils. I for one don’t care which one of you all, it is. I trust all of you with my life, every single one of you, and I trust you with this club,” I announce standing to my feet.

  The room bursts out in applause and voices of agreement. “Now, let’s party,” Texas hollers. As the Vice President he should probably be the one to take over, however, he’s not much younger than MadDog and I have a feeling he’s close to retirement as well.

  We all file out of the room, a bit of weight lifted from us from MadDog’s announcement, but there is definitely a note of change in the air. I don’t go anywhere but straight toward the female voices coming out of the kitchen. When I walk through the door, my eyes take less than a second to find her.

  Ivy’s back is to me, but I’d know her sweet ass anywhere. Quietly, I make my way toward her. She’s stirring something in a bowl and chatting with Kentlee.

  Shifting her hair to the side, I press my lips to her neck. Immediately her arm wraps around the back of my head, with a moan, and her fingers grab ahold of my hair.

  “Hey, baby,” she whispers. The sound of her sweet throaty voice goes straight to my cock and I rub it against her ass so she can feel how she affects me. “West,” she giggles.

  Wrapping my hands around her small waist, I give her a squeeze. “Kids’ll be here soon,” I announce against her soft skin. She nods, not verbalizing her answer. “All my selfish bullshit lately, I fuckin’ miss them,” I admit.

  Ivy drops what she’s doing and turns around in my arms. Placing her hands on my chest, she tips her head back. “It’s not like you were completely gone for years, West. You can make it all good, again. They love you so much.”

  Cupping her cheek in my hand, I look into her soft brown eyes. They’re eyes that I thought I could walk away from, eyes that I had decided I could live without. Lies I told myself, over and over again. I could never leave my Ivy. Not ever. “Just like their mama,” I rasp.

  “Hell yes, baby.” She grins lifting to her toes and pressing her lips to mine.

  “Okay lovebirds, we have food to get out there. We’re going to have some hungry teenagers and men soon, and I’m not about to get my ass reamed because you two couldn’t stop sucking face so we could get this food ready in time,” Colleen shouts.

  Ivy giggles against my lips before taking a step back. “Okay, out you go,” she announces.

  I lift my hand back and slap it hard against her firm ass, causing her to let out a yelp. Then I turn around and leave the kitchen, all while the rest of the women’s laughter fills the air.

  Walking into the bar, I look around. Less than a minute later I watch as my boys barrel through the doors to the clubhouse. I let out a sigh as they head straight for me. My kids, my club, my brothers, and my wife—life couldn’t get any fucking sweeter.

  IVY

  “Last night I saw so many tits, swear to shit, I haven’t seen that since I was confused in college and went to a titty bar,” Chad slurs.

  The barbeque is well underway, the food has been consumed, the little kids are gone, and the teenagers are all milling around outside, assuredly causing problems. I giggle, sipping a water. I drank too much last night and I’m still recovering, old age is a bitch.

  “Let’s get you home,” Brian mutters as he helps Chad rise to his feet. “You bitches can sure cook. Come to the gym tomorrow so we can work all this food and booze off,” Chad calls out as Brian drags him out the door.

  The crowd all starts to disburse after they leave. West takes my hand and calls out a goodnight to the crowd as well. I give all of the girls from Idaho hugs and well wishes on safe returns home. Then I tell the men thank you, for all of their help with finding Rosalie.

  West and I walk outside and I freeze at the sight ahead of us. It’s Rosalie and Bailey. One of his hands is wrapped around her waist and the other is buried in the back of her hair. They’re kissing.

  “What the fuck?” West growls beside me.

  I squeeze his hand in mine. “West, don’t. Let her have this,” I whisper.

  “That boy is trouble, Ivy,” West announces as he turns to me. He’s pissed but I can’t help but laugh lightly.

  “I know he is, baby, and you can have a little father to teenage boy chat with him tomorrow. But for tonight, let her have this first kiss.” West grunts but doesn’t say anything, he also doesn’t take his eyes off of the young pair.

  “Can we go now?” Remi asks, running up to us.

  West wraps his arm around his neck and gives it a squeeze. “Yeah, son, let’s go.”

  A few minutes later, my family of five is loaded up in our SUV and we’re headed home—together. I can’t contain my happiness at the way things have turned out. Our life may not be perfect, it may not be where I ever thought it would be, but it’s real, and I fucking love it.

  West grasps my knee and gives it a squeeze as we drive down the road. Turning my head to the side, I look over at him just stare at his profile. His long hair, his scruffy bearded face, all of it I absolutely love—every part of him.

  He parks the SUV in front of the house and the kids all file out, but neither of us makes a move to leave the confines of the vehicle.

  “You’re happy?” he asks, turning slightly to look at me.

  “I am,” I murmur. “Are you?”

  West’s eyes smile before his mouth does, and his hand squeezes my knee again. “Baby, being your man makes me fucking happy. Now let’s go inside and you can show me just how happy you are,” he winks.

  He moves his hand from my leg and his fingers wrap around the door handle but I grab his wrist to stop him. He pauses and looks back at me questioningly. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip before I speak.

  “This whole thing we went through, between us, and then with Rosalie. It was awful, West,” I murmur. “It was downright horrible. However, I’m pretty sure that we wouldn’t be right where we are if we hadn’t.”

  “Silver lining,” he mutter
s. “Now, get out of the car and let’s get upstairs,” he smirks.

  I watch him finish exiting the car, and then I do the same before following behind him into the house. The boys are already passed out on the sofa, unable to even make it upstairs, and I’m sure that Rosalie is on the phone in her bedroom.

  “I’ll get them to bed, check on our girl, yeah?”

  “Yeah,” I whisper.

  Walking upstairs, I lightly knock on Rosalie’s door. She calls out for me to come in and I watch as she sets her phone down on the nightstand next to her. My eyes glance from the phone to her and I give her a small smile. “So, you and Bailey?” I ask.

  Her face pinks and she shakes her head. “Your daddy saw you two,” I announce. Her face pales but I ignore it and continue. “I told him not to do anything, but he’ll probably have a talk with Bailey eventually. You know that it’s probably not a good idea for you two to continue on with anything. Our families are close, and the last thing we need is to have any kind of family drama with his parents.”

  “I know, it’s just, I love him,” she whispers.

  Walking over to her bed, I sit down next to her. “I know that you feel like you love him, sweetie.”

  She puts her hand up to stop me from speaking.

  “I don’t feel like I love him, Mom. I know that I love him. There’s nobody else, and there never will be. He’s been there for me since everything that happened, he cares about me,” she practically pleads.

  I wring my hands together in my lap, thinking of the right words to say. I don’t want her to hate me, her father, or Bailey, but this cannot be. I let out a breath before I speak.

  “You are your father’s and my responsibility until you’re eighteen years old. I’m sorry, Rosalie but we cannot allow you to be involved with Bailey. We like him, love him actually, but he’s not who we want for our daughter.”

  Her eyes fill with tears, instantly before she speaks. “What’s wrong with him, Mom? He’s perfect,” she cries.

 

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