Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3) (8 page)

“Don’t need any beer tonight. I’ll get some next time I come over, keep it in the fridge, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I whisper as I try to hide my smile and stay busy.

He’s going to come back, and he’s going to buy something he likes and put it in my fridge. I shouldn’t be as giddy and excited as I am, but I can’t help myself. It’s like my teenage fantasies have come to life.

Johnny goes over to the couch and sits down, playing on his phone while he flips through the channels on the television at the same time. It doesn’t bother me. In fact, I like it.

I was telling him the truth when I said that I’d never had a man here. I’ve been single since moving out of my parents and into this place. Aside from Andy coming by to check on me, Willa is the only person who has ever been inside.

“Food’s ready,” I call out as I start to plate the hot dinner.

I also made a salad and some rice to accompany our main dish. I don’t know how much Johnny eats, but I didn’t see a small plate of enchiladas filling him.

Together, we eat at the four person dining room table I have. He doesn’t say much, and I’m so nervous that I don’t know what to say, so we eat in silence. It isn’t strained, but it’s a little awkward. We don’t really know anything about each other.

“Where in California are you from?” I ask, trying to break the silence and get to know him a bit.

“Only lived there until high school, then came here,” he grunts, taking a huge bite of food.

“My mom’s from Yorba Linda,” I say.

“Watts,” he mumbles.

“Really?” I ask in surprise.

It’s such a dangerous area of Los Angeles. I’ve never actually been there, but I’ve heard stories.

“Really,” he confirms with a nod. I drop it; it’s obvious by his short answer that he doesn’t want to talk about it.

Once we finish eating, I take the dishes to the sink and put the leftovers in the fridge for tomorrow. I have enough left to last me for two more dinners. I then walk back into the living room where Johnny is sitting on the sofa. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, his eyes focused on the television. When I sink down next to him, he turns his head slightly to look at me.

“Where do you work that you walk to your job?” he asks, his voice low and raspy.

“The bank down the street,” I say before I bite the inside of my cheek.

“A good girl, my princess,” he grins as his hand gently grasps my thigh. He slides it up the side of my leg until just under the hem of my shorts.

“Not that good,” I mumble.

“You smoke, drink, or whore around?”

“No.”

I gasp when his hand slides up to grab a handful of my ass.

“A good girl, then,” he smiles.

I don’t bother responding. I simply lift one shoulder, unable to look away from his chocolate eyes. I press my thighs closer together, remembering how just a few hours ago his face was buried between them and how phenomenal his tongue felt there.

“I want my dick buried inside of you, but I’m fuckin’ beat, babe,” he mumbles as his eyes move to my lips.

“Okay,” I breathe.

“What time you gotta be to work?” he asks, his eyes watching my lips and not moving.

“Eight.”

“
Fuck,
that’s early,” he groans. “How about I come over Friday night?”

“Friday?” I ask, wondering if I can wait that long until my next orgasm.

“Yeah, Friday,” he murmurs.

“Okay,” I sigh before biting the inside of my cheek.

“You need me before then?” he asks as his eyes connect with mine.

“Need you?” I reply, unable to speak more than a word or two at a time with his hand massaging my ass. It feels so good, I’m about to beg him to fuck me immediately.

“To take care of you—to take care of that hungry cunt,” he announces. My entire face turns bright red in embarrassment.

Johnny’s so blunt, so straightforward. I don’t know if I could get used to the way he talks to me. Nobody, aside from maybe Willa, has every talked the way he does in front of me before. I shake my head as my response, even though I really want him to
take care of me
before Friday.

“I gotta get back to the clubhouse now or I’ll never leave,” he whispers as his hand moves from my ass to wrap around the side of my neck.

“Friday then?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’ll be here Friday night sometime,” he offers with a grin. He then leans over and brushes his lips against mine.

He doesn’t deepen the kiss at all, but stands up and walks into the bedroom. A few minutes later, he comes back out with his shirt and vest on, his socks and boots in his hand. I watch in silence as he quickly slides his socks on then laces his black boots up before he stands and faces me with his hand extended. I place my hand in his and he tugs me toward the door, stopping to face me before he opens it.

Johnny looks at me,
stares at me
, and it’s as if he can see right through me. Like he can see how he affects me and how badly I want him. He doesn’t smile or even smirk at the fact. Instead, he furrows his brow and a frown tugs on his lips before he speaks.

“Friday,” he announces as he opens the door and walks away from me.

I watch him jog down the stairs, staring at his back as he goes. He throws one leg over his bike and roars out of my parking lot without once looking back at me.

I feel empty inside. The giddy and excited feeling I had just moments ago is completely gone. I lock my door and close down my apartment, turning off all of the lights as I head toward my bedroom.

I slide between my sheets and lie down on my pillow, staring into the dark room that surrounds me.

What has just happened?

What did I just agree to?

I close my eyes tightly and try to stop the tears from flowing at the realization of what I’ve just become. I’m his booty call. Johnny has promised me nothing, absolutely nothing. He showed up here out of the blue and I allowed him to do to me as he pleased, practically
begged
for more, and then I fed him and he left.

Now there’s an appointment for our next meeting. I wonder if he’ll stay the night, or fuck me and leave me again? Maybe he’ll hand me a little cash, since it’s obvious he’s going to use me.

I’m so stupid.

So incredibly stupid.

No wonder he came here. He knew I was a sure thing, and Friday he knows I’ll spread my legs for him again. Then, he’ll leave and I won’t say a word. I won’t fight him, because I’m young and dumb. So dumb.

I pick up my cell phone to call Willa, but realize that she wouldn’t understand my plight. She’s used to screwing guys a few times and then moving on. I’m not built that way. At least, I don’t think that I am. As much as I thought I could have tonight with Johnny because I wanted him so badly, I can’t deny how excited I was at the prospect of more with him.

I’m that little girl with big dreams. I want it all. The house, the man, the kids and the dog.

Andy was right.

I need to find some white collar guy and settle. It doesn’t matter that I’ve dreamt of Johnny for three years. He’s going to tear me apart. He warned me, and yet I didn’t care. I have a feeling this is only the tip of the iceberg.

I already feel hollow and he hasn’t even been inside of me yet.

I ride away from her apartment, from her figure standing barefoot and braless at her front door. Everything inside of me is screaming,
clawing
at me to go back to her—to fuck her into exhaustion and then to hold her tiny body against mine until the morning.

I lick my bottom lip as I drive closer toward Bonners Ferry and farther away from her. I can still taste traces of her sweet cunt, and it makes my cock hard, pressing uncomfortably against my zipper.

I pass the
Devils Club
strip club and almost pull into the parking lot, but quickly decide against it. There’s only one woman I want to see bared for me, and that’s not any of the girls at the
Devils Club
.

It’s Hattie
.

Sweet
fucking
Hattie, with her pink blushing cheeks and her small tits. Her soft, long, light brown hair and her light green, doe eyes. She’s so fuckin’ small, I can easily see myself manipulating her body where and how I want her—
teaching
her what I like and how I like it.

She’s so eager to please me, willing to do whatever it is I want. I can’t deny that the concept is extremely exciting. Sure, the whores do what I say, but they have ulterior motives. Hattie just wants to please me. She doesn’t want my brand, she doesn’t want to be an Old Lady, or want my protection.

She just wants
me
.

I pull into the clubhouse and park my bike. I’m tired and I need to sleep. I almost fell asleep at Hattie’s, but I knew I’d want to fuck her too badly, and she has work tomorrow. Now that I’m here, I drag my ass inside.

The bar is fairly empty, which is normal for a Monday evening. Everybody is recovering from the weekend. I try to slip into the hall without being noticed, but unfortunately, Serina catches me with a hand wrapped around my forearm.

“Hey, baby, been a few days. Do you need company tonight?” she asks, batting her heavily makeup-coated eyelashes at me.

“No,” I say, looking down at where she’s touching me, wishing she’d let me go.

“Miss you in my ass, Dirty,” she murmurs, pressing her tit against my arm with a pout.

A vision passes of being buried in her ass, and it makes me shiver. Regardless of how badly I want Hattie, I can’t deny that Serina’s ass is a nice place to play. She’s already broken in. She knows what I like and how I like it. Although her pussy and ass have plans for me that will never come to fruition, it’s still fun to fuck her. Plus, she’s always willing to add another person or two, male or female.

“Not tonight, yeah?” I murmur, trying to keep my dick from going rock hard.

“How about I just give you some relief with my mouth, then?” she asks as she starts to kneel. I wrap my hands around her biceps and pull her up.

“Already had my dick sucked tonight, Serina,” I say with a shrug.

“By who?” she shrieks.

“None of your fuckin’ business,” I roar before I turn around and leave her standing in the hall.

Once I’m in my room, I lock the door behind me. I strip and get into my bed. It’s not nearly as nice as Hattie’s. The sheets are scratchy and there’s no fancy pillows or comforter. Hattie’s room was girlie as fuck, but it fit her. I liked it. Granted, I don’t want a cheetah print bed
ever
in my house, but for her, living on her own—cute as fuck. Regardless of it being cute as fuck, it just proves her young age.

I feel like a pervert for wanting her the way I do, wanting to be her teacher, wanting her big doe-eyes looking at me like I’m her whole fucking world.

I wrap my hand around my hard cock and squeeze the head before I move down on my shaft. I think about Hattie on her knees; her big, green eyes looking up at me, and her little, perky tits waiting for my cum. I stroke myself to the memory of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock while I fucked her face.

Then my cock twitches in my hand and I come on my stomach as I remember how pretty her tits looked painted with my cum. I clean myself off and close my eyes, wishing I would have stayed with her, all the while trying to figure out how I’m going to stay away from her for the next four days.