Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) (31 page)

I can feel her warm, wet pussy, still soaked from our mixed come as she straddles my waist, her hand behind her, gently stroking me.

“A show?” she asks, arching her brow.

“Yeah, babe. I want a full on, eye opening spectacular. I want to watch you play with your clit while you ride me; I want you to pinch those pretty nipples; and I want to see you take my cock in that sweet, wet cunt, over and over again,” I describe, watching her body shake with chills.

Fuck yeah
, my woman likes it when I talk dirty—when I tell her what to do.

I lie back and watch the show.
What a show it is, too
.

Kentlee is perfect.

She’s sweet and soft when she needs to be.

Kinky and dirty when I need her to be.

And…

Tough as nails when the world requires it of her.

She’s so fucking perfect, I couldn’t have wished for anything more.

Kentlee

I
crack an eye open and take in my surroundings. The room is plain and bare, but decently clean. I try to lift my head but groan when the room starts to spin. Pierce must hear me because within seconds, his body is draped over the back of mine—his chest on my back, his knee between my thighs, his hard cock pressed against my hip.

“Mornin’, sugar,” he murmurs against my neck as his long hair tickles my skin.

“Too early,” I moan. He just laughs at me.

“We gotta get up soon and go home to our boy,” he whispers against my skin, sending chills down my body.

Our boy.

Home.

Such beautiful words to me.

“Yeah, okay,” I sigh. I try to move, but he doesn’t budge. “I have to get out of bed to go home, Pierce,” I groan into the pillow.

Suddenly, I feel his fingers at my core, gently caressing me, so soft and light. I can’t hold the moan inside at his tender touch.

“Is your pussy sore, baby girl?” he whispers. His lips trace down my spine, his hair dragging along my skin and turning me on with each sweep.

“Yeah, achingly,” I moan as my pussy begins to pulse from his light touches.

“Just relax. Let me make it better,” he mutters before I feel his hot tongue against my sore slit.

I’m sore, but now I’m turned on.

Pierce’s lips kiss my clit before he gently laps at it and then back down to my core. I feel him slip his tongue inside of me and then I vibrate from his moan.

“
Pierce
,” I hiss. Lifting my hips, giving him more access to my body.

“Gonna fuck this aching pussy, baby girl,” he says, kissing the side of my thigh before he slides away from me and wraps me in his arms, pulling my back against his chest. I feel his cock against the cheeks of my ass and I groan at his hard length.

“Guide me in, baby,” he murmurs with his face buried in my neck.

I wrap my hand around his hard cock as he holds my thigh up and out, his other arm wrapped around my chest; then I slowly slide down on him. It fucking burns and I can’t hold back the hiss of pain that escapes.

Pierce kisses my neck but doesn’t move inside of me, then I feel one of his hands glide down my stomach and his fingers begin to gently caress my clit again. I rest my head back against his shoulder and begin to slowly slide up and down on his cock while his other hand begins to manipulate my sensitive nipples.

“This is it for me, babe. You and me and
this
,” he mumbles.

“Us fucking?” I ask on a sigh. He rolls a nipple between his fingers and gently plucks the bud.

“For fuckin’ eternity. When I’m with you, the rest of the fuckin’ world melts away. It’s only us,” he rumbles.

“Only us.” I mimic his words as I reach around and bury my hand in his fantastic long hair.

“Love your hands on me,” he grunts as he begins to fuck me a little harder, lifting his hips to meet mine. I wrap my other hand around his forearm.

“Don’t ever cut this hair, or your beard,” I announce. He laughs.

“My baby girl wants me to have long hair and a beard, that’s what she gets. Whatever you want, you get,” he says.

Though I’ve heard the words before, I’m not quite sure I truly believed them until this moment. My orgasm rushes through my body without warning, and Pierce follows shortly after, his cum filling me and his teeth sinking into my shoulder with a grunt.

Hours later, we’re at home. We released Tammy and we’re now at the grocery store to get food for dinner with Max. I can cook, but I’m not the absolute best, so I decide to make something simple, likeable, and filling – meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

Bear is riding in the cart and Pierce is pushing while I grab things off of the shelves. It’s so fucking domestic, it’s almost laughable. Pierce with his jeans, leather, and man-bun; me with my leggings and oversized tank; Bear all smiles and drool from his seat in the cart.

We’re a real family.

I never thought this day would come.

I halt mid-stride when I hear my name and turn around to see Brentlee standing just a few feet away from me.

I know I am looking at her like a deer caught in headlights, but I can’t
not
look. She’s standing right in front of me, heavily pregnant, and her face is bruised.

“Brentlee,” I whisper, taking a step closer to her. She does the same and, seconds later, we’re wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Is that your guy?” she hesitantly asks after we break away from our hug. I feel Pierce next to me and his hand goes around my waist.

“Pierce,” he murmurs. I know he’s staring at her bruised face.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she whispers.

It makes me sick.

She looks like a shell of her past self. Her eyes are dead and her smile is fake.

“I’ll go get the meat and potatoes, babe. You catch up and I’ll meet you in front, yeah?” Pierce asks.

I reluctantly drag my eyes away from my sister to meet his. With a simple kiss to my forehead he takes Bear and they go in search of groceries.

“You’re happy,” Brentlee observes.

“Finally,” I agree.

“I’m glad. Someone deserves to be,” she mutters. I take her hand in mine.

“I’m your sister. I will always love you, Brent. I’m not going to pretend to know your life, but I can see it probably isn’t healthy. I’m not judging, but I want to offer you my love and support if you need it. My door is always open to you, always,” I whisper, trying to keep my tears at bay.

Brentlee nods her head.

“I would do nothing but bring trouble to your door,” she confesses. I shake my head.

“You see that big ass biker I’m with?” I ask. She nods with wide eyes. “That guy, he can handle whatever trouble you could dream up. If he couldn’t handle it alone, he’s got a whole club behind him for backup. He’s the president. Nobody is going to fuck with you if he’s at your back, Brent,” I say, feeling braver than I am. I’m
so
scared for her; she looks so fragile.

“Okay,” she drawls. Though, whatever demons she’s fighting, she’s not ready to let go; she’s not ready to leave, and there’s nothing I can do for her. I place my hand on her stomach.

“Boy or girl?” I ask with a watery smile.

“Girl,” she says solemnly.

“A niece. I’m already in love,” I say before I wrap her in a hug again. “Anytime, Brent, night or day, just come for me—call, whatever, and I’m there—
we’re there
,” I emphasize, whispering in her ear.

She gives me a whispered
okay
and I leave it at that. I turn and walk away from my obviously abused sister. There is nothing I can do until she’s ready. I just hope that she’s ready before it’s too late.

“He’s hittin’ her,” Pierce growls as I start to make dinner a few hours later. Bear is down for a nap and we’re alone in the kitchen.

“He is. He has been for a while, I suspect,” I reply.

“Need to get her outta there, baby girl. She’s knocked up. He could kill her,” Pierce says. I turn to him, surprised by his insistence.

“I told her I was here for her. I offered her your protection, though I should have asked you first. I’m sorry about that,” I say softly. He shakes his head before taking a pull from his beer.

“Don’t ever be sorry for offering my help in a situation like that, babe. I’d go over there right now and drag her out if I could,” he grinds out.

“She wouldn’t leave him if you did. Or she’d simply go back. She hasn’t hit her rock bottom yet,” I say as I set the pot of water on the stove and turn it on.

“I know. I hate to see it, though. Hate to see a sweet kid being beat down by an entitled douchebag,” he barks. It makes me laugh.

“How do you know what Scotty’s like?” I lift a brow and it’s his turn to grin.

“Made Sniper get me the info on your family when I was locked up. Wanted to make sure you were gonna be okay,” he says with a smile and a shrug.

“Well, you’re right. He’s an entitled douchebag. I hate him, always have. She deserves better,” I whisper, staring off into space.

“Like Sniper?” he asks, lifting a brow.

“Bates was good to her and good
for
her. They were just kids when they were together, but he loved her. She wasn’t a trophy or just some slut; she was his girl and he treated her like a princess,” I say as I stir the sauce in the pot.

“Hope she wakes up before it’s too late,” he murmurs as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.

“Me too,” I whisper.

Fury

Dinner with my dad was… well…
interesting
.

The old fucker spent the whole night flirting with my woman and playing with my son. The fucking kicker?
I liked it.
Well, I wanted to gut him for flirting with Kentlee, but I enjoyed how easily they got along and how much my son took to him immediately.

We eat and hang out with Bear before Kentlee shoos us outside while she puts him to bed. Keeping to his schedule, which she says is important. I’m not going to fight with her about it because in all honestly, I know jack fuckin’ shit about kids.

Once we’re outside, my dad gets serious, real serious.

“You got a good life now, son,” Pops says as he takes a pull from his beer.

“The best,” I agree.

“Wish you could have found it earlier, like me and your mom, but what you got—irreplaceable,” he mutters. I stare into the night sky.

“Naw, I found it at the right time. Would’ve waited another thirty years to get it if I had to. What I got? Ain’t nothin’ in this life any better,” I say, sounding like the goddamned bleeding vagina that I am anymore.

“That’s good, son. Protect it, feed it, and for god’s sake, make some more damn babies. That kid is beautiful and needs siblings. My only regret was that I didn’t give your mother more children. She wanted them, you know?” he says. I nod.

I know. She told me once that she prayed to have more, but my dad was immersed in the club and didn’t want more baggage than he had at the time. He loved my mom, and he loved me, but more babies meant more time at home and less time with his brothers.

I probably would have felt the same way ten years ago.

Now, though, my family’s what I want. They come first.

“Shit storm’s brewin’, son. I want you to be vigilant,” he says, staring off into the distance.

“
Bastards
or Aryans?” I ask. My dad shakes his head.

“No fuckin’ clue which ones; but mark my words, they’re fuckin’ plannin’, and waitin’, and biding their time. Then they’re gonna strike with a vengeance,” he warns.

I agree.

The shit with the
Bastards
just disappearing is fucking concerning; and the Aryan’s blowing up one clubhouse, and then that’s it?
Unnerving.

“I’ll keep an eye out, Pops,” I mutter. He slaps my back before we head back inside.

My dad doesn’t stay much longer. He’s got booze and pussy waiting for him at my clubhouse, so he’s ready to rock and roll. He gives Kentlee a hug and thanks her for the evening, promising to make more trips here and spend more time with Bear.

I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. He’s been slowing down lately. I wonder if he’s ready for retirement. When he is, I bet dollars to donuts it’s here with his grandson. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking; having my dad back on a regular basis would be a sweet deal.
I miss the old bastard
.

I take Kentlee to bed, but I don’t fuck her. I can’t. She’s been walking funny all day and I know that her pussy has to ache. I fucked her long and hard last night, more than once, and then again this morning. I’m going to give her a little break tonight.
I’m feeling generous.

I wrap her in my arms and pull her back against my chest, taking in her soft body pressed against mine and her sweet scent that surrounds me.

“I like your dad a lot,” she whispers into the dark room.

“He likes you a little too much,” I grumble. She giggles.

“Well, he still looks damn good for his age,” she says. I squeeze her body in warning.

“Kentlee,” I grunt, which makes her giggle even more. She rolls over in my arms and puts her small hands on my cheeks.

“I love you, Pierce. You’re the only man on this whole earth for me,” she whispers before her lips caress mine in a kiss.