Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3) (41 page)

“No shit,” Brentlee whispers.

“We’re fuckin’ leavin’,” Sniper announces. The entire room goes eerily quiet. I look over to the bar and spot Johnny, who is now standing and slowly making his way toward us.

“Bates, we can’t just leave,” Brentlee pleads.

“We are fuckin’ leavin’. Get your shit together,
tigritsa
—now,” he growls, leaning down and getting really close to her face.

“You drive me insane. Okay, fine,” she mutters as she looks over at Kentlee and me and rolls her eyes. I don’t know how she can be so nonchalant with his anger radiating off of him like that. He’s scary as hell.

“He’s actually really sweet, when he’s not being an ass,” Kent says as soon as they walk away.

“Sure he is,” I murmur.

“There’s MadDog now. Wow, he looks pissed, too,” Kentlee says. I look up.

I expect to see an older, grey haired, overweight, stereotypical biker; like Buck, maybe. That’s not at all what I see.

MadDog is hot—not just a little hot, but full on silver fox sexy.

He’s tall, wide, and built. He doesn’t look like he has an ounce of fat underneath his tight t-shirt. His thighs are thick, and he knows exactly how to pick out the right fit jeans for his long body.

His hair is styled, slicked back, and his beard is full. His beard is darker than his light brown hair, and that’s the only place where he
has
grey hair, on his beard, aside from his temples. He has crinkles around his eyes and across his forehead, but he is sexy as hell.

“He’s hot,” I exhale.

“He’s my father-in-law, so I can’t really say much on the matter; but he doesn’t look like he’s my husband’s father, that’s for damn sure,” Kentlee says in a low voice.

“You done ogling?” Johnny asks. I jump and look up at him. Somehow, he ended up directly at my side.

“I wasn’t…” I trail off.

“You were, princess,” he chuckles.

“You were, Hattie. You got caught, girl, just roll with it,” Kentlee laughs from behind me.

“I-I…”

“You’ll make it up to me later,” Johnny murmurs.

I throw my arms around his shoulders and press my chest to his.

“You know you’re the only man for me, don’t you?” I ask, pressing my lips against his.

“Since my cock still has your cum on it, then yeah, I’m not fuckin’ worried, princess,” he whispers before his tongue delves into my mouth and fills me.

“Okay, the kids are still here, and we’re going to try and have fun without sex and fights… if we can,” Kentlee announces. I start to giggle in Johnny’s mouth.

“When’re they leavin’?” he asks with his hands still wrapped around me.

“You fucking sex crazed pervs. Later, they’re leaving
later
,” she says in a huff.

“Calm down, baby girl,” Fury rumbles as he walks over to her.

“I’m stressed out, okay,” she says as her bottom lip quivers.

I look over at her in confusion as Johnny releases me. Fury’s eyes widen before his mouth gapes and he asks in a low voice, too low for anybody else to hear. I’m standing close enough that I hear it.

“Are you pregnant again, baby girl?”

I watch as tears start to fall from her eyes and her shoulders shake as her head nods.

“Holy fucking shit,” he whispers before a big grin appears on his face. “I need to fuck you right now.”

“No, that’s how this happened. You always
need
to fuck me,” she grumbles as the tears continue to flow.

“Yeah, and I’ll keep doin’ it too, because I fuckin’ love you, baby girl,” he murmurs. I turn away from them, their moment being way too intimate, and I look up into Johnny’s eyes.

“I want that,” Johnny whispers.

“What?”

“I want to have what they have—with you. I want a family,” he says.

“We will,” I murmur, unable to break away from his penetrating gaze.

“Fuck yeah, we will, princess.”

Johnny kisses me and it takes everything inside of me not to wrap my legs around him and beg him to make love to me, right here and right now. I simply kiss him back, and then we party.

Later that night, I take him down my throat the way he likes, and he rewards me by making love to me and showing me just how much he cherishes me.

This rough and rugged man is all mine, and I’m his.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love him.

Two Months Later

I
cough as I am led blindfolded somewhere. I don’t know where I am, but the man holding my hand? I trust him with my entire heart, so I don’t care where he leads me.

“You ready, princess?” he whispers in my ear. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel his hot breath touch my skin.

“I think so,” I whisper.

A second later, the blindfold disappears and I open my eyes. Then, promptly two seconds later, they fill with tears. Turning around, I face the man I love. The wonderful, sexy, sweet, kindhearted man I love. I throw my arms around him, bury my face in his neck, and sob.

He’s given me everything I’ve ever wanted, and then some.

“Merry Christmas, Hattie,” he whispers into my hair.

The room is small, just a tiny hole in the wall, and as I break away from Johnny, I take in the little details. There are about five bistro tables with two chairs set up, and another three tables that fit four chairs with them. The walls are painted black, and there are two tall refrigerator display cases on one wall, with one display case near the back, and a full bar—it’s completely set up with alcohol and glasses.

“You did all of this for me?” I ask in awe.

“Princess, whatever you want, remember? I promised you’d have your dessert bar. After everything you been through, you fuckin’ deserve it,” he murmurs.

“This is more than I could have ever dreamed of,” I whisper.

“
You’re
more than I could have ever dreamed of, and I don’t deserve you,” he states before he leans down and captures my lips with his.

I moan into his mouth when his hands grab onto my jean-clad ass. I press my chest against his, needing to be closer, needing his warmth against me, and needing to taste all that is my Johnny.

“Let me show you the back,” he mutters against my lips.

“I was enjoying what we were doing right here,” I exhale.

“I don’t mind fucking you where the world can see you, but since this is going to be your business, you might not want that,” he grins.

I watch as his eyes sparkle—something that’s been happening over the last several months. It’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. It’s as if, since he was taken and his father is out of the picture, he’s lighter; a weight has been lifted from him. Johnny still won’t tell me all of the details of his childhood, but I don’t need them. All I need to know is that now he’s finally happy.

“Then you’re going to need to show me the back quickly,” I grin up at him.

I feel my body become feather-light when he picks me up and strides toward the back. He walks us through the swinging door and then my back is pressed against the wall. It’s dark and I can’t see a thing, but I don’t give a shit. My jeans are unzipped and his finger is pressing against my clit.

“Please, more,” I groan as my head hits the back of the wall.

“Turn around,” he murmurs as his lips travel down my throat and he releases my legs.

I do as he asks, knowing that what he’ll give me will leave me completely satisfied. He always does. Johnny unbuttons and unzips my jeans, pulling them and my panties down to my mid-thigh. I moan when his strong fingers grip my hips and he yanks me back. His cock slides between the crack of my ass before it reaches my center. I feel the head of his dick graze my clit, and I can’t stop my legs from shaking with anticipation.

“Hands on the wall, and just feel me,” he instructs.

I am more than happy to oblige him, and when he fills me, I whimper. It’s so fantastic that I never want the feeling to end—him filling me completely full.

“Johnny,” I moan.

“Yeah, princess, I got you.”

One of Johnny’s hands slides up the center of my chest before he wraps it around my neck. The other dips down to my clit, and he presses two fingers against it. I gently move my hips back against him, needing movement, needing him to give me what he always does—rugged pleasure.

“You wanna fuck my cock, Hattie?” he growls in my ear.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Fuck it, princess. Fuck this dick until you come—work for it,” he grunts.

I do. I rear back my hips before I lie my head against his shoulder, completely bowed back against him—surrounded by his whole body. I continue to push against his cock, his heavy breaths in my ear, against my skin, sending me into sensitivity overdrive.

I release one of my hands from against the wall and press it against his fingers, his unmoving fingers. I need him to touch me the way I like, the way only he can.

“Do you need more?” he chuckles. I don’t even care that he finds it funny. I’m on the hunt, the hunt for my climax, and I would do anything for it at this point.

“Please, Johnny, please,” I beg.

“Love it when you beg for me,” he growls.

His fingers swirl my clit right before he gently slaps it. I gasp before I mewl at the sensation, and then he begins to pinch, circle, and slap over and over again, ramping my body into overdrive.

When his fingers tighten around my throat, I come—I can’t stop it. My entire body shakes and my legs give out, but Johnny holds me up as he takes over and begins to thrust hard and deep inside of me. His fingers don’t stop their torturous cadence of pinch, circle, and slap against my clit, either.

“I can’t,” I cry as tears fall from my cheeks.

“You can and you will,” he murmurs behind me.

He bites my shoulder as his cock twitches and he fills me with his climax. The hand on my throat releases and presses against the wall to hold us both up.

“Fucking hell, Hattie. I love you, princess.”

I watch as Hattie pulls up her jeans and I smirk as her legs quiver with each move she makes. She turns around and her tangled up, light brown hair and big, green eyes almost send me to my knees. She looks freshly fucked, and I feel like the fucking king because I’m the one that put that look on her. Me and nobody else.

“I have a Christmas present for you, too, but I don’t know if it could top this,” she says, waving her hand around. I turn on the light so that I can see her pretty face better.

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” I say, feeling uncomfortable.

“Well, it’s not something I bought. Actually, it’s something I
didn’t
do,” she says, chewing on her bottom lip.

I look at her in confusion but don’t say anything. I have no fucking clue what she’s getting at.

“My appointment for my birth control shot was yesterday,” she says. I stay silent, waiting for her to finish, feeling my heart rate increase with her talk of birth control.

“Yeah?” I ask when she doesn’t continue.

“I didn’t get it. I cancelled the appointment,” she says. Her eyes widen as though she’s surprised herself, too.

“What are you saying?” I breathe.

“I want to give you a baby, if I can.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it sounds like she’s screaming. I don’t respond. The blood is rushing through my head, and I can’t think. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but stare at her like a big fucking idiot.