Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3) (16 page)

“No, you sent some fuckwad to her place last night to try and entice her or some shit. It didn’t work, by the way, man; she doesn’t want some pencil dicked teenager.
Fuck
, I never knew a brother that was so concerned with his sister’s pussy and who she dates. What’s your deal?”

“You better shut the fuck up about my sister, right fucking now,” he growls. I watch as his friends hold him back.

I wouldn’t care if he wanted to go to blows. Hitting him would be kind of fun at this point—therapeutic.

“Why are you here? Hattie’s fine. She’s asleep. I’ll have her call you when she wakes up if you want her to; but she’s staying with me for the weekend, so don’t hold your breath waiting by the phone.”

“She was laid off yesterday because of you, and I want to make sure she’s okay, see if she needs anything,” he says.

I nod once, remembering the conversation she had with Kentlee last night about being let go from her job.

“I didn’t do anything to hurt her job. I dropped her off before her shift yesterday,” I say, wondering why he would think I would have anything to do with her job.

“Yeah, and her bank manager saw you with your gang affiliated cut and doesn’t want someone who is involved with trash like you working at her bank. So Hattie lost the job she’s had for over a year because of her involvement with your punk ass,” Andy says. He seems smug, very smug, which makes me think he had something to do with it.

“So what, you called her manager and talked to her ahead of time or some shit? How would she even know Hattie was with me?” I ask. He pales slightly, which means I’ve hit the nail on the head. “You’re the fuckin’ asshole here, man. You got your sister fired because she’s fuckin’ some guy you don’t like. Get over yourself. You don’t make her life decisions for her. Hattie’s an adult woman. She can date who she pleases. It isn’t for you or anybody else to decide who she spends her time with. That was a bullshit move you pulled,” I announce. I watch as his buddies in blue look down at their boots, knowing this guy’s the asshole here, not me.

“Watch your fuckin’ back, biker. I’ll get my sister away from you and I’ll get your ass locked up.” He spits at my feet and then turns to walks away, his fuck buddies following closely behind him.

“That guy is a big brother pissed off and looking for trouble. You better keep a tight rein in on him,” Sniper says from behind me.

“Would you be like that if I was dating Mary-Anne?” I ask, turning to him.

“I would kill you, so it wouldn’t matter,” he says with almost no emotion.

“I’m
your
brother,” I balk.

“Yeah, and I know where your dick has been. If it ever went anywhere near my sweet baby sister, I’d kill you—
slowly
.”

Sniper doesn’t offer anything else before he turns and leaves, walking back toward his bedroom, to his wife, who is probably just as passed out as Hattie is. Then I turn to leave as well, but Torch calls out to me before I make it even five steps.

“You want that girl, you really want her and you do right by her, then don’t let anybody talk you out of keeping her—not even yourself.”

“Torch, you’re gonna have to either get your past handled or move on, brother. This shit, it’s been eating you alive for too long,” I say as my response.

“Yeah.”

“Seriously. Whatever that bitch you had did to you, or you did to her, you have to move on or fix that shit,” I say. He nods.

“I know. It’s been so long, I don’t know how I would even fix it,” he admits.

“Show up and talk,” I say.

“Life ain’t that easy.”

“It can be.”

I walk away from him, leaving him alone with his bottle of Jack at eight o’clock in the morning. Torch doesn’t sleep; and when he does, he has nightmares. I don’t know what they’re about, and I’ve never asked him, not that I think he’d tell me if I did.

I do know he had a woman once, when he was in the military, but none of us have ever seen or met her. He claims it just didn’t work out, but there’s so much more to that story, it’s ridiculous. He’s tightlipped, though. No amount of booze or drugs has ever made him open up about her to
anybody
. Year-by-year, it’s eating him alive, and if he doesn’t fix his shit, he’s going to continue to spiral down and never be able to dig his way back up.

I shake off thoughts of Torch as I walk back inside of my room. I’m surprised to find Hattie sitting with her back against the headboard, the sheet pulled up over her cute tits, and her hair messy as fuck around her face and shoulders.

“Andy was here,” she announces.

“He was,” I say, snubbing out my cigarette and stripping out of my clothes.

“He told you about my job,” she whispers.

“Yeah, he also basically admitted it was his doing,” I say as I climb in next to her and pull the sheet down off of her tits.

“Johnny,” she squeals.

“If we’re gonna have a discussion, I want to see those sweet tits of yours,” I murmur before I bend and take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck on it.

“I thought it was Willa,” she breathes.

“They probably both were part of it,” I murmur against her breast.

“I don’t have a job now, and I don’t know how I’m going to live on my own. I’m going to have to move back home,” she says as her voice trembles.

“Move to Bonners Ferry. The club owns lots of businesses, we’ll get you set up somewhere,” I say, sitting up and looking into her eyes, tired and red rimmed from crying and lack of sleep.

“I couldn’t do that,” she murmurs.

“Yeah, princess, you can. That’s what this club is about, helping each other. You’re my woman, you’ll have a job if you want it,” I announce.

“Where will I live?”

“We’ll find something today,” I suggest.

“
We
?”

“You don’t think that you’re movin’ here and you’re gonna be livin’ alone, do you?” I ask, arching a brow.

“I… we’ve only been seeing each other a little over a week,” she practically screeches.

“I know I’m not going anywhere, Hattie. I go on runs, and I’m in and out on club business all the time. I won’t be home every night, but when I am, I want to be in your bed,” I murmur kissing her soft lips.

“We’re crazy,” she whispers.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna be a fuckin’ wild ride, princess, so you better just hold the fuck on.”

L
ive together.

Johnny wants to
live
together, and I’m considering it.

I’m so dumb.

It’s completely crazy.

Johnny’s head is resting against my stomach as he snores lightly. He’s been asleep for hours, but I can’t seem to shut my brain off. There is too much running around up there, too many made-up scenarios and too many worries to even begin to relax enough to sleep.

The phone on the floor buzzes and I reach down to grab it, not wanting to disturb him. I like having him wrapped around me. I have a feeling he isn’t really a cuddler and this is a rarity that I should soak up. There’s a text message and I don’t want to read it but I accidently catch a glimpse of the message. It prompts me to read the rest.

Mom – Hey baby, I need money. Your dad is at it again.

Mom – He’s getting really bad Johnny, please. Help me.

Johnny – Leave him. I’ll help.

Mom – I can’t do that he’d die. I just need a little money until my next check.

Johnny – For your next fix?

Mom – I can’t quit cold turkey.

Mom – Please. I’ll die. It’ll be on you if I do. Can you live with yourself?

The messages are non-stop. Thousands upon thousands, and each and every time Johnny concedes and gives her money.
His parents are addicts
.

I gently place the phone down and close my eyes tightly, aching for him. No wonder he doesn’t want to talk about them, about his life while he lived with them as a boy. I wonder what kind of hell he lived in as a child. I feel so sad for him, for the boy that he was, even if it was years ago. He has pain that will never go away; it will surely stay with him for his entire life.

“We need food,” he grumbles against my stomach. I push all thoughts of his parents aside as his rough voice washes over me.

“That sounds good,” I murmur as I run my fingers through his hair.

“I’ll get your shit, we’ll shower, and I’ll feed you. Then we’ll go house hunting,” he says as he sits up and yawns, running his hand through his hair.

“Okay,” I murmur as I watch him.

He doesn’t say another word as he puts some jeans on and walks out of the room, barefoot and shirtless. I root around on the floor until I find his shirt from the night before and slip that on over my body while I start to pick up. I chuckle to myself, because he’s like me—his clothes are strewn all over the floor,
everywhere
.

I hear the door open and then close. I’m bent over, picking up a pair of Johnny’s jeans, when I feel his big hands span my hips. Then his bare cock slides between my center, grazing my clit then he repeats the motion.

“Johnny,” I sigh.

“Stay just like that,” he grunts as he gently guides his cock inside of me. I inhale sharply as I grip his jeans tightly. My hands are on the floor and I’m completely bent in half, my legs already shaky.

“Fuck, it’s like your body was made for me, princess,” he says. It’s guttural, on a groan, and it makes me whimper. How just his voice can do that, I don’t know.

“
Oh, my god
,” I sigh when he starts to speed up his thrusts.

The blood is rushing to my head and I feel dizzy, but on top of that, I can feel myself climbing toward my release.
Everything combined is too damn much
. My entire body is shaking and the only reason I haven’t fallen over is because Johnny’s wrapped his hands around my waist and is holding me up. My knees are locked in place and I pinch my eyes closed feeling every move he makes inside of me.

“Next time, I’m tying you up for me,” he breathlessly whispers as his fingers press harder into my waist. His hips thrust faster and harder into me.

“I’m close,” I whisper into the quiet room.

“Come all over my cock, Hattie, show me how much you need me,” he demands. As if my body does his bidding, I come.

I come hard, and I come long. My eyes roll in the back of my head and I feel all of my breath leave my lungs.

Then, with his dick still inside of me, I feel Johnny’s hands wrap around my chest. He pulls me up against his chest. I’m lightheaded and dizzy, but Johnny isn’t done; he hasn’t come yet.

One of his hands stays on my chest while the other wraps around the back of my knee and picks my leg up and out. He thrusts deep inside of me. I sigh and let my head fall to his shoulder, my lips grazing his stubbled chin.

“Touch yourself for me, Hattie. I want to hear you and feel you come again.”

I shiver before my hand goes between my legs. I open my fingers in a V shape and let them travel to where we’re connected, feeling him slide in and out of me, my wetness that coats his dick against my fingers.

“Princess,” he murmurs on a sigh.

“You feel so good, Johnny, all of you,” I say, meaning every word.

I feel the need to give him affirmation of my emotions toward him. Maybe to him, it’s just sex, but to me, it’s so much more. Especially now that I know a little bit about his childhood. I want to give him happiness—happiness it seems he’s never had before. I want to make his life easy, something I’m sure he’s never had—something I can actually give to him.

“Get yourself there, Hattie. I want this pussy to squeeze my cock one more time before I come deep inside of it,” he groans in my ear. It sends a flood of heat throughout my entire body.

I move my hand to my clit and I begin to work myself, harder and faster, building higher and higher. I’m going to give Johnny what he wants from me and from my body. I shout as my body begins to quake and my release rushes through me, faster than I anticipated.

Johnny pushes inside of me, seated deep, and I feel his cock grow and jerk as he fills me with his climax. His mouth goes to my neck and he kisses me before he gently nips my skin. Tenderly, he continues to glide in and out of me, riding out his release.

“Your pussy has to be hurting, but I won’t apologize,” he murmurs against my sweat soaked skin.