Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) (10 page)

“So, what do all the patches mean on your vest thingie?” I ask as I continue to cook.

“It’s called a
cut,
baby girl, and they stand for different things. My position, my charter, and some of them are for shit I’ve done,” he explains in a roundabout way.

“Oh, okay.”

I don’t push the issue or try to get him to tell me all about the things he done that earn those patches. In all honestly, I don’t think I want to know.

“I’d like to meet him soon—your dad,” I say as I plate the food, trying to avoid conversation about the
cut
he wears, or anything to do with it.

“Yeah. I got some shit coming up here at the club, but once that settle’s down, we can go out there. I want him to meet you before the baby comes, anyway,” he offers. It makes me smile that he really does care.

“I need to tell my family about this—about you and the baby,” I say. He grins.

“You want me there for that?”

“No, I should probably go it alone. My mother and I don’t always get along. Odds are, it will turn into a scream fest. Brentlee will probably kick me out of her wedding, too, which is fine with me.”

“Why would she do that?” he asks, taking a bite of bread.

“Her maid-of-honor gave all of us a diet plan, along with a workout regime to follow. No way would she be okay with me being pregnant for her perfect day. I’ll be, like, seven months along and as big as a house,” I explain, taking a bite of food. “Especially if I keep eating carbs like this.”

“First of all, that girl sounds like a cunt. Secondly, you look fuckin’
smokin’
hot. I’m gonna keep feeding you carbs. Love that big ass of yours,” he murmurs, then grins.

“I’m not sure how I feel about you calling my ass big,” I mutter. He laughs as he leans in and places a kiss on my neck.

“Well, I know how I feel about that big ass of yours, and I like it just as it is. Don’t listen to that anorexic, little girl. You look like a woman and I like all that is you, Kentlee,” he mutters before taking another bite of food, essential shocking me —
once again
.

“Pierce,” I admonish.

I decide to leave the talk about my ass alone and start the conversation about budgets instead. I ask him how much he would like to spend on a house to rent and he shakes his head before answering.

“Whatever you want, baby girl. Just find what you want and I’ll lay down the cash for it.”

“That’s insane, Pierce. We need a budget. You said you wanted to pay for all of it, but I can’t accept that. And adding no budget on top of that? It’s
insane
,” I say as I finish up my last bite of pasta.

“I’m a man, Kentlee. I don’t pay anything right now for rent, and I have plenty of money. I can take care of you, and I will,” he announces. I blink at him.

“Okay, well, how about I put together a few rental listings and then we can look at them together?” I offer. He shakes his head.

“Baby girl, pick what you want. You’ll be decorating and cooking and shit there. I’ll be happy if it has a garage for my bike and your ride.” He emphasizes his need for a garage and it makes me smile.

I like that even though he wants one, specifically for his bike, he wants my car in there too –
safety
.

“Okay. You want to look at a few online with me?” I ask, willing him to say yes.

“Sorry, babe, I gotta get back to the clubhouse. Been gone all day. Still got some shit going down that I need to reign in,” he says, standing up and stepping closer to me. I widen my legs so that he can get close.

“Get some good sleep. Let me know what your parents say. I’ll touch base with you tomorrow, yeah?” he asks, his eyes searching mine, looking for something. I’m not sure what, exactly.

“Yeah, okay. I’m going over for wedding planning and dinner tomorrow night, so I’m going to tell them then,” I explain. He nods once before he leans down and places a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth.

“Saw your phone on your nightstand so I added my number and got yours. I’ll text you tomorrow night. You can tell me how it all went down,” he says. I nod, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“You aren’t coming home tomorrow night, then?” I ask, sounding needy and pathetic.

Home
.

This isn’t his home and I damn well know it, but last night and this afternoon, wrapped in his arms – I don’t want to face another night without his strong body next to mine.

“Can’t, baby girl. I won’t be home with you every single night. Like I said, I need to keep you and the club separate. I’m the president there, I have to be there more times then not,” he explains.

In the back of my mind, it sounds like complete bullshit; but I’m so fucking needy for him, I accept everything he’s saying.

“All right. Well, okay, I’ll just talk to you tomorrow then?” I ask.

“Yeah, sugar, you will,” he says before leaning down and brushing my lips with his.

I spend the rest of my day searching my company’s online database for rentals in the area and I find four that I want to look at. Three of them have huge yards that I envision Pierce and our little baby playing in. I wonder if he is going to be the hands-on dad that I dream of, or will he be like mine? Home for some evenings and only making it to half of our events as children. I hope that he’s hands-on. I hope that he’s really
in
this like he claims to be –
I hope that we fall madly in love.
It wouldn’t be hard to fall for him. Our connection is there; we just need our hearts to fall into line.

Fury

Leaving her is harder than I imagined.

I need to go, though.

Being dependent on her will make me weak.

In this life, I cannot afford to look weak.

Kentlee is carrying my baby, which in and of itself is a weakness. But the way I feel about her already —
fucking ridiculous
.

I ride back to the clubhouse, trying to push thoughts of her aside. The way she feels around my cock, the way she looks in her oversized shirt making me spaghetti.
Fuck
, the bitch can cook, too. If she were Old Lady material and I was down to have one, she’d be it –
one hundred percent
.

I park my bike outside of the clubhouse doors and walk inside to see that Saturday night’s party is gearing up, at least for the brothers. We’re still on lockdown, but that just means that they’ll corral all the kids to one room while the adults party. They’re already drinking and smoking green. Harder drugs aren’t encouraged, but some guy’s party with coke on the weekends. I prefer the mellowness of green. I’m usually jacked up and need something to calm me; booze, and weed always does the trick, along with a good fuck.

“Hey, Fury. Missed you last night,” Kitty whines, sliding right up next to me, her big, fake tits out and bare.

“I was busy,” I say, signaling for the prospect to hand me a beer. He does. Once I take a pull, I turn to look down at the little slut hanging off of me, obviously wanting my attention.

“We didn’t get to finish what we started,” she says, pouting her lips and giving me innocent eyes.

“Don’t want you, Kitty,” I mutter as her hand goes down her little shorts, obviously to her pussy.

Fuck me, she’s a train wreck. I don’t want her, but nothing is hotter than a woman playing with herself.

“Let me show you what you’re missing, Fury. I could be so good to you—best you could ever dream of—if you’d just give me a chance.” She moans before she bites her lip, her hand working her pussy. It’s making me hard even though I can’t see a fucking thing.

“I ain’t gonna fuck your pussy, Kitty. I’m not available anymore,” I grunt.

“No Old Lady, though?” she asks.

“Nope.”

“That Kentlee bitch, then? She’s got your balls in a vice?” Kitty bites harshly. My back goes straight and I look down at her.

“You know her?” I bark, which startles Kitty. She removes her hand out of her pants and takes a step back.

“Went to high school with the bitch,” she spits angrily.

“You don’t know her. You don’t talk about her. You pretend she doesn’t fucking exist, do you get me?” I ask, grinding my jaw and glaring at the whore.

“Yeah, I get you, Fury,” she says, her voice quivering.

“Good. Now take off your shorts and get on this bar. I want to watch you make yourself come. Finish the goddamned show, Kitty,” I say with a grunt.

I watch her strip her little shorts off and then make a show of climbing onto the bar and spreading her legs right in front of my face. Her feet are flat on the bar top, and I watch her fingers trail down her stomach to her pussy.

I watch, but it doesn’t affect me like it should— like it used to. I love watching a woman get off, it’s hot as fuck; but right now, with Kitty, I can only think of Kentlee and how fucking sexy it would be to watch her play with her perfect pink pussy.

Kitty shoves two fingers inside of her cunt and throws back her head with a cry. I feel my brothers at my back and side, watching the show from all around me. I should be into it. Kitty has a great body, even if her hair is a mess, and her face ain’t much better.

I can’t, though.

Kentlee Johnson is on my mind. Her soft tits and her greedy cunt. The way she whimpers and the way she takes me inside of her. Everything about her is fuckin’ perfect.

I take my beer and stand up.

I need to breathe.

“Where ya goin’, man?” Dirty Johnny asks me.

I just lift my chin toward the back door and head out. He doesn’t follow me. He’s too into the Kitty finger-bang show.

Once I am outside, I see Sniper leaning against one of the picnic benches we use during cookouts. I make my way over to him and pop a squat right next to him. He’s quiet. I don’t know his story, other than he is ex-military, as are a few of our other guys. He showed up fresh out of the Marines, back in his hometown, but not the same guy as he once was. Now, he’s a brother.

“Hey, Snipe,” I say, taking a joint out of my cut pocket.

“Prez,” he offers with a head nod.

“You ever been in deep with a woman before?” I ask as I light my smoke.

“Once,” he offers but doesn’t go any further.

“You ever think about settling down then?” I ask, knowing damn well that he and his girl never did.

Snipe is single.

He fucks whoever he wants and lives at the clubhouse, much like me
– or the me I used to be.

“If I had the chance to go back and make that little girl mine? I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’da made her fuckin’ miserable, I’m sure, but she’d be mine and I could spend a lifetime tryin’ to make her little ass happy. Don’t worry about what other people think, brother, it’s a waste of fuckin’ time. Only thing that matters in the end is your happiness. If some bitch makes you happy, claim her ass,” he advises. I stare at him in shock.

“In this life, it ain’t that easy, man,” I say, taking another hit and staring at the setting sun.

“Who the fuck says? You’re the president. You want some hardcore cunt, or some soft sweet piece in your bed? Ain’t nobody gonna say shit to you, man,” he points out. He’s right, to an extent.

“A soft bitch makes me weak,” I explain. He shakes his head before standing up.

“A man is any kind of man, he’s weak for the woman he loves. Don’t matter if she’s soft, sweet, or a total fucking hardcore cunt. He loves her, and she’s his weakness. In our life, we have to protect that with a vengeance. You wanna hide that from the world? Maybe that’s your way of protecting her. I don’t know; but don’t crawl to her with broken promises and expect her to be all for it, brother. Kentlee’s not gonna accept that shit,” he says. My eyes narrow on him.

“How’d you know it was Kentlee?” I ask suspiciously.

“Saw her last night with you; watched you take her outta your office after all that bullshit went down; and now, today, you’re asking me this shit. Doesn’t take a genius,” he says before taking a step away.

“You know her then?” I ask.

“Know her sister. Know that she comes from good people. Know that she’ll take the absence of you, but she won’t accept that shit you just pulled with Kitty. I won’t tell her dick, ‘cause I’m your brother, but Kitty’s a bitch and Kitty has hated her since they were kids. She’ll blow it up and she’ll flap her gums all over town to get to Kentlee. It were me, I’d treat Kentlee like the good girl she is. Show her respect while I had her, and definitely not fuck around, especially in this small as shit town,” he clarifies, then walks away to leave me alone.

I made a promise to Kentlee.

I said I wouldn’t fuck these whores and then go home to her.

I need to keep my promises.

Kentlee isn’t just some sweet piece. She’s the mother of my child and deserves my respect.

I pull out my phone and call my dad.

Kentlee

S
aturday evening is lonely without Pierce, or Fury, or whatever the fuck he wants to be called.
How did I get so attached so quickly?

I try not to get upset, and just keep reminding myself that it’s all hormones. I’m an emotional wreck because of the baby, and that’s why I am the way I am. It doesn’t have anything to do with Pierce, not really. It’s just damn hormones. That’s why I’m lying in bed, crying my eyes out, because I’m alone and he hasn’t called or texted me.
Hormones
. Eventually, my eyelids become heavy and I fall asleep.