Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) (36 page)

I had resigned myself to the hell I had made for myself. That was until I saw Kentlee with her new man in the grocery store three years later. I was eight months pregnant and had just survived another brutal attack by my
adoring
husband.

I didn’t lie to myself; I didn’t believe anything he said when he apologized to me profusely every time he beat the shit out of me—but I was scared. Kentlee looked happy and her man,
looked
like a scary monster
.
Yet, when his eyes landed on my sister, I watched them soften before my own.

“Get your no good whore ass out here,” my husband bellows from the other side of the bathroom door.

I suck in a breath and grasp the handle of the door, opening it to face my hell, my husband.

Bates — Sniper

I laid in the dark alone.

I hated sleeping alone.

The nightmares would always return.

Nightmares about the months I spent in the scorching dry desert while I was in the Marines, followed by my self-created nightmares about leaving the only girl I have ever loved –
Brentlee Johnson
.

Fifteen was too young for me to tie her down. She deserved to experience life, and by the time I found my way back to her, it was too late. She was engaged. I watched her from a distance, angry at the way her demeanor changed after her marriage, knowing exactly
why
it had changed. My father abused my mother my entire life. She refused to leave him and I watched as he hurt her, hurt me, and hurt my sister –
repeatedly
.

I kick the sheets off and find my pants, pulling them up my legs, not bothering to button them. I won’t be wearing them long. Living in the clubhouse has its perks.
Pussy available twenty-four-seven
. I need something to exhaust me for a few hours. I won’t fool myself into thinking I’ll get a full night’s sleep, but a couple hours would be nice,
at least.

I walk into the room where the club whores hang out and sleep, noticing it’s pretty empty, except for a sweet young thing that showed up a few weeks ago. I don’t pretend to know her name. I’ll never use it, and I’ll never need it. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. Her body is thin, but curvy. She could look like Brentlee—
if I squinted, and was drunk and high
. I lift my chin toward her and hold out my hand. She quickly comes my way, wearing a bra and a pair of short shorts with platform flip flops.

“What do you want?” she asks in a little girl voice once we get inside of my room.

I hate that shit.

I guess it’s supposed to make chicks sound sexy, but I can’t stand it. Brentlee had a low rasp to her voice. With one word, my cock would be hard as nails
– every time
.

“You don’t talk,” I grit out through my clenched jaw. “Get on your knees and suck my cock,” I order.

I smirk when she does as I say. I watch her sink to her knees before she shoves my jeans down with her little hands. Then she slides her hot mouth over me. She sucks me like a goddamned pro and it feels good.

I wrap my hands in her hair and hold her still before I start to fuck her mouth. I want to come, but not like this. I need to fuck, or I won’t be able to sleep. I pull out of her mouth and order her to strip. She does it slowly and seductively, but I couldn’t give a fuck. She’s skinny with fake tits. I prefer long and lean.

I prefer Brentlee
.

The girls doesn’t even ask how I want her. She crawls to the center of my bed – head down, ass up. I slide on a condom before I grab her bony as fuck hips and slam my cock inside of her. She’s only a little wet and she cries out at first, but I don’t stop. She’s here to take my cock. I don’t have to do fuck
for
her.

“You want to come, you’ll have to make yourself,” I say, sounding bored, because I am. This bitch is just taking it, making screeching noises that are fake as shit.

Once she starts touching her clit, her voice goes a bit deeper and I feel her shudder underneath me as her pussy starts to swell around my cock.
I close my eyes and imagine its Brentlee.
It’s been almost eight years since I’ve been in her pussy, but I’ll never forget the way it felt. Nothing else could compare. I start to pound her harder. I know I’m going to bruise her up, but I can’t find a fuck to give as I feel my nuts tighten and then finally—
I come
.

I don’t stay inside of her even a second after my release.

I pull out and yank the condom off of my cock, tying a knot in it and throwing it in the trash can.

“Gonna hit the can. Get gone,” I bark as I wait for her to go.

I watch as she quickly dresses. Her face is bright red with embarrassment but she doesn’t say a word. She slips past me and quickly heads down the hall. She knows her place and doesn’t call me a dick, like she should. Some guys treat the bitches like queens here. Fuck them, eat them out, cuddle them and pretend they only have eyes for them for the night. I’m not one of those guys. They’re here to offer a service. A service I fully intent to take advantage of. In exchange they get free food, a free place to live, and a little spending money. Fair trade for spreading their thighs. I’m not looking to make any of these whores my wife—ever.

I walk down the hall and use the can. After I wash my hands I take a look at myself in the mirror. I look fuckin’ ancient. I’ve seen too much—done too much. I leave and go back to my room. Ignoring the clawing feeling I have inside of me, trying to get out, the one that wants me to go to
her
. I climb back into bed and I close my eyes. Sleep finally takes over, but it isn’t dreamless.

It’s full of Brentlee.

“I love you so much, Bates,” she says, kissing my neck down my chest and just above my jeans.

Fuck, I feel like I’m going to blow my load right here and now.

“Love you too, baby,” I whisper, trying and praying that I can hold it together for a few more minutes.

“I want to suck you,” she murmurs as she begins to unzip my pants. I swear to Christ; my prayers are answered in this second.

I wake with a sweat, remembering the first time Brentlee took me in her mouth. I embarrassed myself, coming within seconds, but she took it all. Then she smiled as I wrapped her in my arms. Brentlee wasn’t my first lay, but she was the best.

Even now, a
decade
later nobody can compare.

I told her once that I didn’t have a heart because I gave it to her.

She still owns it all these years later.

Always has and always will.

M
EN OF
B
ASEBALL
S
ERIES—

Pitching for Amalie

Catching Maggie

Forced Play for Libby

Sweet Spot for Victoria

R
USSIAN
B
RATVA
S
ERIES—

Owned by the Badman

Seducing the Badman (April 2016)

Dancing for the Badman (Fall 2016)

Living for the Badman (2017)

Protected by the Badman (2017)

N
OTORIOUS
D
EVILS
MC
—

Rough & Rowdy

Rough & Raw (Summer 2016)

Rough & Rugged (2017)

Rough & Real (2017)

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As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six and never really stopped.

Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After sixteen years together, he’s still the love of her life. Hayley’s husband joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard, before they moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to Hill Country in Texas, where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.

Most of Hayley’s days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for practice, or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her husband and her nights - those are spent creating alpha book boyfriends.

My Husband —My very own Rough & Rowdy man. The man whose endless support is unwavering. What would I do without you by my side and my biggest cheerleader and my best friend? Thank you babes. Always.

My mom— How do I thank the woman who is everything? The words THANK YOU are not enough. Ever. I appreciate the way you love me, and the support you’ve always given me.

Rosalyn—It’s all been said before, and we’ll say it again. God placed us in each other’s path for a reason and what a beautiful thing it has become! What would I do without you? You keep me sane, talk me down from that ledge about a million times a day… and you made this book more than I could imagine it to be. THANK YOU!!

Nisha — My sister from another mister. Thank you for always being my friend. For always being around to chat when I need you. And for all those seriously inappropriate restaurant conversations and all the laughs!

Cassandra Searby— My boo! What would I do without our daily texts? I would probably go insane! Thank you for always being there, day in and day out! You’re such an inspiration!

Cassy Roop— You always make my vision come to life, every time! Thank you for the gorgeous cover —AGAIN!

Stacey Blake— Your work is gorgeous from front to back. Thank you for always making my books so beautiful. I appreciate all of your hard work and dedication. You’re truly a treasure and I’m lucky to have found you! You’re seriously the best!!

Enticing Journey— Ena and Amanda— THANK YOU! Every single book that’s released I have full faith that things will go swimmingly because of you two! I never feel apprehension leaving my babies in your capable hands. Thank you for all of your hard work. You are truly appreciated.