Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) (27 page)

“Get one thing straight, Kentlee. You were never,
ever
a dirty secret to me. I’ve always been pleased as fuck you were in my bed. I didn’t want you immersed in the club life as an Old Lady because I didn’t think you were strong enough. Takes a strong as fuck woman to be at the side of a man like me for life. That’s what it was going to be, too—life. I wasn’t sure I wanted any woman there forever, baby girl,” he admits as his thumb continues to trace my bottom lip.

“You think I’m strong enough now?” I ask in a whisper.

“Know you are. Dealt with a shit ton while I was away. Did it effortlessly,” he says. I snort.

“Not effortlessly,” I murmur.

“You didn’t fall apart. You got your shit straight and you took care of business. You didn’t go out and whore around. Fucking effortlessly,” he points out.

“You want me forever?” I shift the subject slightly and he grins.

“For-fuckin’-ever, baby girl,” he murmurs as his lips gently brush mine.

Bear starts banging his plate on his high chair and I giggle against Pierce’s lips before I slide out of his lap and get Bear to clean him up.

“What’s your agenda today?” I ask while I’m wiping Bear’s face and hands from his messy breakfast.

“Need to do some shit at the club, but that can wait for tomorrow. Gonna spend the day with my family,” he says.

I couldn't wipe the huge smile off of my face even if I wanted to. The ring that he’ll put on my finger, being his woman, the security of being his wife and having him at my side also give me guarantee of his club being at my back if he goes away again. I’m not stupid, he could easily go at any time. Being his Old Lady and having his last name guarantee’s a place in the club for me if he isn’t around.

It takes care of myself and Bear in a way that we didn’t have the past three years. It is the only way I can give him what he wants, me leaving my job, and get what I want in return too—security.

“Yeah?” I ask. He grins.

I hear the front door slam and Pierce stands up, his fists balled and clenched tightly as Bates walks through the kitchen and then stops. His eyes go to Pierce and they widen.

“The fuck you doin’ walkin’ into my woman’s house like you own the place?” he barks.

It's then that I realize that he doesn’t know that Bates lives here. How could he not know? How could Bates not have
told
him?

“You didn’t tell him?” I blurt out.

Pierce’s angry gaze leaves Bates to crash with mine. I’m holding Bear in my arms and my eyes leave Pierce’s to collide with Bates’.

“Uh… no,” he stammers.

“Someone better tell me somethin’ pretty fuckin’ fast,” Pierce growls.

“Bates moved in after Mary-Anne moved to California. He offered to help with rent and protect us. He said it was better than us living alone,” I confess.

My eyes scan back to Pierce, who is now focused on Bates. His jaw is so clenched, its ticking.

“You been livin’ here with my woman and kid?” Pierce asks.

“Nothing’s ever happened, Fury. Roommates, that’s all,” he says. It sounds like a plea.

“I know nothin’ happened. I trust my woman. Who I don’t trust is
you
—livin’ in her house while I’m away, and you never mentioned it to me,” he growls.

It scares me. He’s on hundred percent Fury right now; no Pierce in sight.

“I was trying to help her,” Bates says, squaring his shoulders.

“Get your shit and get the fuck out,” Pierce roars, making Bear jump in my arms.

“No problem, man,” Bates says as he turns. Before he leaves, Pierce speaks.

“No matter what happened, what didn’t happen, you laid your head down in the same house as my woman. It ain’t right and it ain’t respectful. I’m your fucking president, you disrespected me in my own home,” he adds. I watch Bates’ shoulders tense and his spine straighten before he turns back around to face Pierce.

“You didn’t claim her,
brother.
You left her out swingin’ with nothin’. I did nothing but help her, showing her and you more respect than any other man in the club. I sent Mary-Anne over here to help, I gave her a job, and when she needed it, I stepped in and helped pay
your
fuckin’ rent. I didn’t have to do shit. I could have treated her like the rest of the brothers— gave her a job and then slapped her ass when she walked by at the club, suggested she ride my cock, too, while she served me drinks. That’s what you want? That more respectful than what I did?”

I watch as red literally climbs up Pierce’s chest and to his face.

“Just go,” Pierce says through a clenched jaw.

I watch as Bates leaves the house. I’m sure he’ll be back later for his stuff, but right now, he’s pissed.

“Where was Bear last night? He sure as fuck wasn’t in our room,” he growls, turning his anger onto me.

“Bates is hardly here. I have a little bed that I move back and forth. When I work, Bates doesn’t come home, so Bear sleeps in his room. When I’m home, Bear is with me,” I answer. Pierce nods once. I hope he’s satisfied with that answer.

“What about women?” Pierce’s nostrils flare and I shake my head.

“He’s never brought anybody over here, man or woman. Honestly, Pierce, he’s been nothing but a gentleman.
He’s never even tried to touch me.
” I whisper the last sentence, hoping he’ll believe me. I don’t want their relationship to deteriorate over this—over me. I don’t want him to know about our one failed attempt at a kiss. It wasn’t anything, neither he or I
felt
anything.

“The other guys, they do that shit?” he asks, refusing to comment on my statement about Bates.

“They’re men, Pierce, and they were drunk,” I say. He nods.

“Never again, baby girl. One of them even looks at you funny, I’ll kill ‘em,” he announces.

I take a step back. He’s so angry, so fucking furious.

“Pierce,” I say hesitantly.

“Serious as fuck, baby girl. Didn’t ever want you around them, that’s why. They’re dirty fucks. Now, they’ll be dead dirty fucks they try anything with you again,” he growls. He stalks quickly toward me before he pulls both Bear and me into his arms.

“Okay,” I murmur, looking up and into his gray eyes.

“Go get dressed. Little man and I’ll hang out, then we can all go do something together.” He grins and, just like that, his fury is gone.

I’m not sure what to think about his rage and blow up, but I understand where he was coming from. I thought that he knew Bates had been living here this whole time. I would have never wanted to anger him over something like that, something that didn’t mean anything.

I shower and dress in a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top, leaving my hair down and my makeup light. I have no clue what we’re going to do today, but I don’t care. All I care about is that Pierce is going to be with me, and that’s all that matters right now.

I walk into the living room to tell Pierce to go ahead and get dressed, but as soon as my eyes land on what is happening in the room, my breath hitches. Pierce is sitting on the floor with Bear across from him and they’re playing with Bear’s oversized toddler Legos. Pierce is sitting cross-legged, his long hair messy and tumbled around his shoulders, but he’s laughing and it’s the best thing I have ever seen in my life.

“Don’t just stand there, sugar,” Pierce murmurs. My feet quickly shuffle to my boys.

“You guys just looked so cute together,” I say, placing a red block on top of a yellow one.

We don’t say another word. We play with our son, and it’s the best fifteen minutes I have ever experienced. Eventually, Pierce leaves to shower and change while I dress Bear for the day. I grab my cell phone, so I can capture the day in pictures. Bear’s first full day with his father; his father’s first full day with Bear. It is definitely a day to capture, if there ever was one.

We don’t go far. First, we go to a park and play—as a family. I turn into crazy picture mom, making Pierce laugh. Then we go to lunch and Pierce is able to see the true joys of having a toddler. He doesn’t seem to mind Bear’s activity level, though; he has more patience then I thought possible with him.

Finally, he takes me to a car dealership and buys me a black Camaro—brand new. I try to protest, but he won’t let me. He pays in cash and my eyes bug out at the wad of money he hands the man.

“Your car’s crap, baby girl. This is what you should be driving. It’s you. No convertible this time, though. They aren’t very safe,” he murmurs. I don’t care about that.

“You bought me a car,” I whisper, my eyes welling with tears.

“Yeah. Gonna buy you a ton of other shit, too, and you ain’t gonna balk at none of it,” he mutters.

“I’m not?”

“Fuck no. Got three years of fuck-ups to make up for and this is step one. Nice wheels for my Old Lady,” he says, grinning. It makes me smile big and brightly.

This man is too much. He doesn’t have to make up for shit. Loving me and loving Bear is more than enough; yet, for him, it’s not nearly enough.

I understand it, so I don’t say a word. I let him be a man; I let him take care of his family, and I do it all with a giant ass smile on my face. He’s home and that’s what’s really important.

Fury

Best day of my life.

Never thought the best day of my life would be so calm, easy, and chill. I spent the day with my son and my woman.

Closing my eyes, I think back on my day, on the moment I met my son’s gray eyes, eyes that are clearly identical to mine. I grin, recalling his first word to me.
Daddy.

I never heard anything more beautiful in my life. I’m a fuckin’ pussy and I don’t even give a shit. This woman and this boy have me wrapped around their fingers.

When we came home from our day, Sniper had his shit cleared out of the bedroom and I helped Kentlee move all of Bear’s things into the room. His own room, something he should have had since the day he was born
.

Another fuck up of mine.

“Pierce?” Kentlee’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts and my mouth goes dry the second I lay my eyes on her.

She’s standing at the doorway to the bathroom, the light spilling out of the room behind her, and she’s so goddamned beautiful it makes me ache.

“Do I look okay?” she asks, fidgeting with the scrap of fabric that I assume is supposed to be some kind of nightgown.

It’s short and tight, encasing her tits and showing them off. They’re almost spilling out of the top, and it goes straight to my dick. But what makes my belly clench is the thigh highs she’s got on, along with the highest heels I’ve ever seen. Her long blonde hair spills down around her elbows and it’s too much. It’s exactly what I’ve been dreaming of for years, except it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

“C’mere, baby girl,” I murmur as I sit up on the bed and turn to let my feet hang off.

I spread my legs wide as she walks between them, her hands going to rest on my shoulders, and my own hands immediately wrapping around her hips.

“You’re perfect,” I say softly, looking up into her downcast eyes. A smile tips her lips before her sweet tongue sneaks out and wets her bottom lip. I almost groan at the sight.

“So are you, Pierce. You’re bigger than before you left. Your hair is longer, and so is your beard. I love it. But most of all, I love how much more open you are, how you obviously adore Bear and how you want to take care of us. I didn’t know how this would go, you coming back, but I’m so happy,” she says. Her words break my heart before they mend it back together again.

“I’m happy here, with you and with Bear. Nothin’ is gonna take me away again, sugar,” I promise before my hands slide down the silk of her nightgown to wrap around her ass.

I squeeze the flesh, remembering that there used to be more there, and promising to add to it as the weeks go by. I love her tight body now, but I miss her curves, too.

“Take me, Pierce. Own me like only you can,” she moans as my fingers dig into the globes of her ass.

I stand up, walking around her, and press my hand in the center of her back, bending her over the bed. She shivers with anticipation, but she’s in for a surprise. I’m not going to fuck her with my cock just yet. I fall to my knees and tip her ass back with my hands before I swipe my tongue through her pussy lips, grateful this little outfit didn’t include panties. I hear her gasp right before she sighs as I lap at her perfect cunt.

I eat my girl like I’m starving, because I am. I’ve been starving for her pussy for three years, and it’s going to take me a fuck’ve a long time to get my fill.

After Kentlee comes on my tongue, she stands before she turns around and sinks to her knees in front of me. Her innocent eyes look up at me and my heart stops beating for a minute. I can feel her hot breath on my hard cock and I want to shove myself down her warm throat, but I don’t.

This is her trusting me.

I shudder when her tongue licks the head of my cock and then slowly she swallows me. She’s timid and shy and I fuckin’ love it.

I cup her cheek and apply pressure to stop her but I don’t let her pull away.

“I’m going to fuck that beautiful mouth, Kentlee,” I murmur, my eyes focused on her widened ones. She nods slightly and I take my time.

I fuck that gorgeous mouth of hers slowly—so fucking slow that when I come, spilling down her throat, it’s long and I can’t help but groan loud and deep. She takes all of me, every single drop and it makes my whole body shiver.