Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) (11 page)

Something solid presses against me and I open my eyes as my heart slams against my chest. I try to roll over, but I’m trapped. I open my mouth and start to scream, but a hand presses against my mouth. Tears immediately prick my eyes and I begin to struggle until I hear his voice.

“Ssshhh, sugar,” Pierce murmurs, his body now halfway on top of me and pressing against mine.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, after he releases my mouth as I wipe the tears from my eyes.

“Missed my baby girl,” he murmurs before dipping his head to gently kiss my lips.

“Scared the fucking hell out of me,” I grumble, which makes his body shake with a low rumble of a chuckle.

“I’m sorry, sugar, but I made a shit ton of noise and you were sleepin’ like the dead,” he explains.

“Well, you need to be even louder next time,” I snap. “Why didn’t you call?” I almost pout, still upset about his not calling me.

“Got busy, baby girl, couldn’t get away,” he admits.

He scoots off of me but wraps me into his arms, pulling me against his chest. I slowly melt as he begins to stroke my arm with his fingertips, languid and sensual.

“Don’t like that you sleep like the dead. Means anyone could have come in here and hurt you,” he murmurs against my shoulder before placing a quick kiss there.

“I’ve always been a hard sleeper. That’s why I make sure my doors are locked,” I confess. He squeezes me a bit tighter to his body.

“Not gonna be able to let you sleep alone from now on, am I?”

“You can do whatever you want,
Fury.
If sleeping at the club is what you want to do, then go do it. I’ve been on my own a while now, I’ll be just fine,” I argue, feeling angry and irrational.

“Baby girl,” he moans before he rolls me over onto my back, quickly rolling himself on top of me. His arms cage my head so that he doesn’t put too much pressure on my body.

“Fury,” I snap. He smiles.

It’s infuriating and gorgeous all at the same time.

“Don’t get all bitchy on me, sweet girl,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the underside of my jaw. I can feel myself melt with each touch of his lips.

I’m irritated with him, but I shouldn’t be. We don’t technically live together,
yet
. He can come and go as he pleases without telling me. But I
want
him to
want
me and to
want
to be with me.

I
need
him to want to be with me, to stay by my side.

I want him — all of him, all of the time.

“I thought you wanted to keep me and the club separate?” I ask as his lips travel the column of my neck.

“I plan on it, but I also plan on being next to you, and inside of you, as much as possible. I’ll have to tell the club I’m living with someone, but I won’t give them anything else – including the address,” he mutters, kissing down my chest to my panties.

“You didn’t wear nothin’ to sleep in, Kentlee,” he grinds out through a clenched jaw.

I don’t know if he’s angry or turned on, and it is slightly terrifying.

“I’m wearing panties. I always wear a tank and panties. I get hot,” I say with a shrug. Then I gasp when my panties are yanked down my legs and his cock presses against my already wet entrance.

“You’re wet, too. You like having me here, baby girl?” he grunts as he teases my entrance with the head of his cock.

I moan but refuse to answer him with words.
The bastard will probably gloat.

“Answer me,” he says with a smile as his hand loosely wraps around my neck.

“Yes,” I hiss, crying out as he slides inside of me, stretching me, filling me, and owning me —
all at the same time.

“I like being here with my girl, too,” he announces as he begins to slowly pull out of me. He then glides back inside with purpose –
to drive me crazy.

“Pierce,” I cry out as I wrap my hands around his forearms.

“Take me, Kentlee. Watch me fill you,” he orders. My eyes trail down between us.

We’re both focused on the way he moves his body in and out of mine.
It’s beautiful
. It feels spectacular, but watching it fills me with emotion. He’s giving me a piece of himself, just as I am giving him a piece of myself.

This isn’t the act of a hook-up, this is slow, deliberate, and
loving
. He stretches me, but I accommodate him, all of him. He fits inside of me like I was made for him, for his big cock, for his body.

Nobody else could take his place inside of me – nobody else would fit.

“This cunt is mine—all mine,” he mumbles to himself. It makes me smile. Yes, it is his—all his.

“I need to come,” I moan, digging my nails into his forearms.

I feel like I am going to explode, but I can’t. Fuck, I can’t get there with this slow as hell pace he’s set.

“Get yourself there, Kentlee. I want to watch your play with that pretty clit,” he says with a grin. I shiver.

“Pierce,” I warn.

“Do it, Kentlee. I
need
to watch,” he says, his eyes flicking over mine for just a brief moment.

I take a deep breath and slide my hand down my stomach to my clit. If he needs this,
needs it
, then he’ll have it.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts as I begin to play with my clit while he continues to fuck me slowly.

One of his hands slides under my knee and he spreads my legs even farther for him. I continue rubbing my clit as I feel the release wash over me, and I cry out, whimpering and clutching his cock with my pussy. My back bows as my body tightens.

“Fuck yes, strangle me,” he grunts as he begins to fuck me wildly.

I cry out again when I feel his cock grow and then twitch inside of me, filling me with his release. Pierce buries his face in my neck as he slumps against my body, his hips still moving his cock in and out of my pussy – feeling so fantastic.

“Pierce?” I ask a few moments later. He hasn’t moved. His breathing has finally calmed, but he’s still wrapped around me and inside of me.

“I’ll be in this bed every single night, sugar,” he says once he finally breaks away from me.

“You will?” I ask as I begin to get out of bed to clean up.

“Your ass is here, that’s exactly where I’ll be,” he says. His feet hang off the side of the bed as he grabs me by my waist and pulls me into his lap.

“Pierce, I need to clean up,” I squeal as I wiggle on his bare thighs.

“This,” he silences and stills me by pushing two fingers inside of me, “is gorgeous. It’s me inside of you. Fucking perfect,” he grins. All I can do is gasp.

“Pierce,” I whisper as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me.

“Nothing sweeter than you taking my come, Kentlee, no matter how I give it to you,” he murmurs, placing a kiss over the flesh of my breast before his tongue snakes out. He swirls it around my nipple.

“I’ll always take it, Pierce.
Always
,” I vow. He shakes his head as he lets my breast go with a pop of his lips.

“Might not always feel that way, baby girl, but I hope you do. I’ll never get enough of this sweet cunt,” he expresses as his thumb grinds against my clit. His touch causes me to clutch his shoulders and throw my head back with a moan.

“Climb on my cock. I want to watch your tits bounce while you ride me,” he grins.

I do it. I climb on him and I slide down on his cock, moaning when he fills me full.

I ride him. I ride him as if my life depends on it, because with him, you cannot do anything half assed – he wouldn’t allow it. He orders me to touch myself for him again, to make myself come undone around him. He’s focused on our connection, his eyes taking my body in—the way I touch myself, the way he fills me, and the way my tits bounce just for him. It turns me on; it makes me want to be sexier for him, to give him a show to enjoy.

I grab onto his thigh behind me as I touch myself with my other hand and ride his beautiful cock, my back arched and my head thrown back.

His heated gaze is everywhere at once, and I feel every piece of me that it touches.

I’ll never get enough of him, just as he’ll never get enough of me.

Fury

Kentlee fucks like no woman I have ever had before. That’s saying a lot, considering I’ve fucked a shit ton of pussy in my thirty-five years. Something about her, though, makes me want to live inside of her.

I need to watch her come; I need to see her smile that lazy smile when she’s satisfied by my cock. I want her to smile and I want to be the one she’s smiling for.

I wrap my body around hers after our hours of fucking. I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep.

I can't believe how hard she sleeps. I wasn’t lying when I said I made noise breaking into her place. I didn’t want to scare her and I even called out to her. She never woke. It fucking terrified me. All I could think about was the
Bastards
getting to her—like if somehow they already knew that she was mine and decided to hurt her.

I have never wanted a woman like I want Kentlee. It’s too much. I feel too much for her way too soon. I want to protect her and our baby. It’s irrational, yet feels completely right. I try to sleep, but it doesn’t come. All I can think about is every single scenario I can come up with of this going wrong between us.

Kentlee’s parents will hate me, of that I’m sure. Her father’s a doctor, so there is no way he’ll be down for an outlaw knocking up and living with his daughter, even if I can financially take care of her. That’s the first strike we have. My dad’ll like her, but he’ll see her as soft, weak, and not made for MC life.

Then there are outside forces, like the Bastards, the Aryan’s, the Cartel, along with numerous other groups and clubs who will try and use our women as bait, as leverage. They’ll hurt her, if they can, to get to
me
. I don’t even want to think about what law enforcement will try to scare her with, either.

There’s nothing going for us, not really—except fucking and the way she makes my heart beat. The way she makes me smile just thinking about her. We’ve only been together for hours, and we've spent most of that time fucking each other, but she’s it.
I can feel it down to my fuckin’ bones. I know it
.

Man like me knows what he wants and what he doesn’t want. I know I want a soft woman like Kentlee; I know how Kentlee makes me feel. She’s more than just a hole to get off inside of. She’s been more than that since I saw her sweet ass walk up to her cool-as-shit ride.

Something inside of her calls to me in such a way that I know nobody can replace her in my life. I close my eyes and finally fall asleep, my woman at my side.

I hear a banging on the door and sit straight up in Kentlee’s bed. I reach for her but she isn’t there and panic sets in. I grab my pants and pull them over my hips as I run out to her living room. I see her opening the door and then gasp at who is on the other side.

“Where’s Fury, LeeLee?” the voice asks. I furrow my brows at the familiarity they share.

“Bates?” she asks.

I blink once before I get my shit together and walk up behind her, taking the door in one hand and wrapping my arm around her waist with the other.

“Snipe?” I ask, my voice raspy and hard.

“Got a problem. Dirty Johnny and Torch tried callin’. I didn’t tell anyone where I was goin’,” he says, answering my questions and relieving them all at once.

I move the door to the side, along with Kentlee, and lift my chin for him to come inside.

“How do you know Bates?” Kentlee asks, looking up at me.

“I should ask you the same question. He’s one of my brothers,” I tell her. She looks back at Sniper with confusion.

“No, he’s a Marine,” she says to me before she turns to him, “you’re a Marine,” she informs.

“Was, LeeLee. I
was
a Marine,” he clarifies. She nods once before shocking the fuck outta me.

“You tell Brent you were back?” she asks.

He looks down at his boots before bringing his face back up to her, his eyes full of fucking anguish. That’s when I know—Brentlee was his.

“She obviously don’t want me now, LeeLee. Would do no good to tell her I’m in town.”

“No, Bates, it would change everything,” she pleads. Sniper just shakes his head and looks away, subject closed.

“Go take a shower, get ready for house hunting today, sugar. I need to talk to Sniper,” I murmur, brushing my lips across her cheek.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t argue. Instead, she takes one long look at Sniper before she turns and heads to her bedroom.

“Brentlee the one?” I ask. He looks up at me, his eyes shuttered and completely shut down.

“Don’t matter. Got bigger shit to discuss then who’s suckin’ my cock at the moment,” he explains.

I can’t help but chuckle at his words, then I take him into the kitchen and start up Kentlee’s coffee. I’m gonna need this shit to get through today. I’m tired as fuck from tossing and turning with worry all night.

“What’s up?”

“Bastards struck again, but this time at the club. Last night. Fuckin’ vandalized our bikes, man. Like school aged punks. Spray panted their shit all over our bikes. It’s fucked up, but they’re a thorn in our side that needs to be taken care of. Red’s dead, and whose bitch is next?” Snipe asks.