Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) (8 page)

Fury. Sex. The baby.

It comes back to me in pieces, but it all comes back, and then I take in my surroundings. The room is bare with only the bed, a dresser, and a crate for a nightstand. It’s neat, tidy, and a total contradiction to the man behind me. The rough and rowdy man who goes by the name of Fury.

“Mornin’,” he whispers against the side of my neck as his fingers dip between my thighs.

I whimper when they swirl around my clit. Fuck, the man knows
just
how to turn me on.

“Fury,” I warn. He slides his finger inside of me and I throw my head back with a moan instead of telling him to stop.

“Love the sounds you make. So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs before his thumb presses against my clit, his finger working in and out of me.

“We should talk about everything,” I grumble. He just chuckles behind me.

“I fuck you nice and sweet, then I’ll tell you how we’re going to play this,” he cajoles.

“
Fury
,” I warn.

“Any part of me is inside of you, babe, you call me Pierce,” he orders.

I whimper again—not in pain or fear, but in lust.

God
–
just his voice could send me over the edge
. Hard and unrelenting, just like he is.

“Yes, Pierce,” I whisper.

I hear him groan before his hand leaves my pussy and slides to my knee, lifting and spreading me wide. I cry out in pleasure when he glides his cock inside of me. I’m sore, but he feels too good to stop.

“So good. Feels like I’ve come home,” he moans as he gently fucks me; his cock hard, but his movements precise, slow, and gentle.

“You feel so good, baby,” I moan when his leg hitches, holding me open and his fingers return to my clit.

So fucking good
.

Pierce doesn’t say anything else as he continues to fuck me slowly. I whimper, moan, and beg for more. I want it hard. I
like
it when he’s rough, but he refuses to
be
rough.

It doesn’t matter what I want; he’s going to give it to me the way he wants me to have it. Even
that
is a turn on.

“Pinch your nipples, sugar, I wanna watch,” he grunts.

I’m so close, I can feel my body building toward my climax, so I do as he asks.

I throw my head back against his shoulder and wrap my fingers around my nipples and pinch.
Fuck
. I cry out as my release washes over me. My thighs shake, along with the rest of my body. Pierce rolls me to my stomach, wrenching my hips back with his hands and he takes me –
hard
.

Exactly the way I need it.

I slide my hand beneath my body and start to play with my clit. I don’t want to lose my orgasm, I want to extend it, or bring myself to another. When he’s inside of me, rough and so fucking unbelievable, I want to come over and over.

I need him to feel how he affects me, even if it is only physically.

“Fuck yeah, baby girl. Play with that pussy while you take my cock,” he growls.

I can’t help the scream that comes from my mouth. I’m being as rough with my clit as he’s being with my pussy, and I know that my hips will be bruised by his fingers, but fuck me — I love it.

“Come on my cock again, Kentlee,” he orders, and I do.

It’s like he can just order me to come and my body throws up the white flag, coming on command.

“
Pierce
,” I cry out.

“Yes, fuck yes, take my come, baby girl,” he roars as he releases inside of me.

I am a boneless pile of flesh as I collapse onto the bed. He soon follows, his weight heavy against my back with his cock still inside of me.

“Sweetest cunt I ever been inside, sugar,” he murmurs against my shoulder before he places a gentle kiss there.

“We should talk,” I say breathlessly.

Pierce grunts before he slides out of me and rolls to the side, his back propped against the headboard.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, holding out his arms.

I do as he asks. I cuddle into his warm, hard body, lying my head on his chest while I wrap my arm around his middle.

“So, I’m going to sell my car and get something more affordable. I make okay money, but not a ton. I can work as much overtime as possible until the baby gets here, but I’m sure I won’t be able to afford daycare afterward for overtime, so I’ll have to cut that out. Hopefully, I’ll be able to save enough from now until the time I’m due that I’ll be okay,” I babble as I begin with my plan. Pierce squeezes and shakes me a bit rough.

“Can it, babe,” he barks harshly. I wrench my head back to look at him in the eyes.

“Excuse me?” I ask bitchily.

“You ain’t sellin’ that sweet ride and you ain’t workin’ your pregnant ass to the bone. You got a man now, and I take care of what’s mine. Namely, you and my baby,” he declares.

“Pierce, if I had a cheaper car, I could save even more money; and the overtime would just be until the baby is born,” I try to defend. He shuts me up with a hard kiss.

“Gonna help out in every way I can, including financially. First, we’re gonna get you outta that small as fuck pad you’re livin’ in. Baby needs a room. Then whatever you need, I’ll buy it for you. Your income will be just that, yours. You pay for nothin’ except whatever it is girls wanna spend their dough on,” he announces. I blink before my mouth falls open.

“
What?
” I breathe, unbelieving.

“New place and a man who pays your bills, babe,” he consolidates. I continue to gape up at him.

“Seriously?” I ask in awe.

“Babe, the fuck you thought I meant when I said I was gonna do right by you?” he asks.

It suddenly hits me that all this is because of the baby. Though, that thought should have been the first to cross my mind, but I was still basking in my orgasm induced haze.

“Because of the baby?” I ask, feeling insecure and stupid all at the same time.

Of course he’s taking care of me solely for the baby. We’ve only seen each other a handful of times.

I need to get it together.

“Partly because of the baby, and partly because I like you. I wanna see where this goes. Thought I fucked up for good and wouldn’t be seeing you again. Hated that feeling; wanted more of you, more of that sassy assed mouth of yours, and more of that goddamned perfect cunt,” he volunteers as his hand slides behind my neck, gently holding me, like he did the afternoon we met.

“You’re an asshole and sweet all at the same time,” I mutter as a tear falls from my eye, landing on his chest.

“Baby girl,” he mumbles. His head dips down and he places a gentle kiss on my lips.

“I’m just hormonal,” I offer as an excuse for my tear.

“Yeah, I got that, sugar. Let’s get some food in you and get you home. You shouldn’t be hangin’ around this shithole,” he says. I bite my tongue.

I want to ask him about Katie Powell and her mouth being near his cock. I want to ask him about the other women I saw, but I don’t. We aren’t really much of anything yet. Sure, he feels the need to care for me and he wants to get to know me better, but I’m under no illusion that this is some insta-love, committed relationship we have happening between us.

Pierce and I take a quick shower in his attached bathroom and, once again, I am impressed by his cleanliness. I want to ask him why he’s so clean; he’s nothing that I have been imagining on that front. I don’t, though; I’m too busy following him downstairs and through what I now know is a common room— a bar and a party place. Bodies are passed out everywhere. Most are naked or in various stages of undress, and my eyes widen as I take it all in.

“Don’t get used to seeing this shit, Kent,” he mumbles as we step outside of the building.

“Why?” I ask, digging my keys out of my purse.

Once I have them in my hand, Pierce wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me into his body. I look up and am captured by his gray eyes as his other hand wraps around the side of my neck. His head dips so that his lips are a hairsbreadth away from mine.

“My woman, my baby mama, ain’t gonna be anywhere near these dirty bastards. You’re mine. I don’t share well, and I don’t want nobody lookin’, either. I had my way, I’d lock your pretty ass up and nobody would be able to see all that is you.”

My breath hitches at his disturbingly beautiful words and I feel tears well up in my eyes,
again
. No man has ever felt that way about me –
ever
.

It’s creepy, but it’s equally lovely.

“Pierce,” I sigh before I lean in and take his lips with mine. They’re soft and warm, and when his tongue slides out, I open to let him into my mouth as I melt. I melt into him, and for him, all at the same time.

“Now, let’s get the fuck outta here so I can feed my babies,” he grunts.

I can’t help the smile that forms on my lips. Pierce tells me which restaurant to go to and informs me that he’ll follow me there on his bike. I don’t ask questions, I just drive, in a complete lover’s daze.

I want him.

I want everything he’s promising me.

I want this dream to be a reality.

I just hope and pray that it will be.

Kentlee

T
he diner is busy for a Saturday morning, and I am feeling a bit disheveled and uncomfortable in yesterday’s clothes, looking exactly like the classic walk-of-shamer that I am. I look around, praying I don’t see anybody that I know.

I’m relieved when I find that I don’t know a single soul in the room. Pierce wraps his hand around my waist from behind and places a kiss on my cheek before he murmurs to the hostess that we need a table for two —
in the back
.

“Why in the back?” I ask as the hostess gathers plastic menus and two napkin rolled sets of silverware.

“I don’t like people behind me, ever,” he grunts before taking my hand and leading me toward our table.

“Specials today are eggs, potatoes, bacon, and pancakes with a side of me if you’re interested,
again
,” the hostess suggests with a wink once we have sat down.

Pierce is sitting across from me, his hand wrapped around mine lying across the table. I cannot believe
. This. Bitch.

I feel my face heat with anger and I tighten my hand in his. I open my mouth to say something but the little bitch walks away. Naturally, I turn my anger toward him, the man who seriously brought me to a diner where he fucked the whore of a hostess.

“Don’t,” he warns.

It doesn’t matter. I narrow my eyes on his and take a deep breath just as the infuriating man speaks first.

“One thing you gotta know. I’ve fucked a lot of bitches, Kentlee. Nothin’ can be done about it. It’s life. You can’t go gettin’ pissed off every time one of them says something. This is one of the reasons you won’t
ever
be at the clubhouse,” he informs me. My eyes widen.

“What are
all
the reasons I won’t be there, Pierce?” I ask, taking my hand from his and crossing it over my chest. I’m ready to throw a bitch fit. I’m ready for a fight.

“I already told you the first reason, I don’t want my brothers getting any ideas about you—at all. Secondly, the shit that goes down there, the whores, the drugs, and the booze. You don’t need to be around any of it while you’re knocked up,” he states casually.

I look down at my lap and try to hold my emotions together.
I can’t.
My first tear spills over at the thoughts of
him
being around all those things, especially what he refers to as
the
whores
.

“So, you want me to stay home and be oblivious to what you’re doing while you’re down there. Then you want me to just accept you into my bed after you sober up?” I ask as I look up at him, my tears falling from my eyes uncontrollably.

I’m so angry that I’m crying, but I can’t help myself. The thought of him fucking women he so loosely refers to as whores and then coming home to me, it makes me miserably sad and uncontrollably angry.

“I say I’d be fuckin’ anyone else?” he asks harshly. I shake my head. “You’re
mine,
Kentlee. You keep giving me what I want and I won’t go lookin’ for cheap, easy pussy. I’ll come home to you, to my sweet cunt.”

Disgusting
.

I scrunch my nose and wonder why I’m flattered by his grotesque words. He’s rough and his no bullshit attitude is real. He’s giving it to me straight. I may not know much about Pierce Duhart, but I do know that he can be sweet, if you can read through the gruff, the rough with the coarseness of his words. I have a feeling I’m one of the only people in the world to get his brand of sweet, too.

He wants me. In his own crass way, this is him being sweet, offering me what he can give me. It’s up to me to decide if it’s enough. Is what he’s offering enough for me? Can I live with him being down there in that environment and then coming home to me?

“You’re a pig,” I grumble as the waitress walks up to take our order.

Pierce throws his head back in laugher. I try not to look at the infuriating man, but I can’t help myself. His smile, his laugh — he’s intoxicating.

Once we have ordered, a silence falls between us. I want to know everything about him, but I fear he’s closed off. We hardly know each other, and yet we’re making plans for a future together. It feels oddly comfortable to be with him, our physical connection is spectacular, but conversing with him—it’s frightening to me.