Rough & Raw (Notorious Devils Book 2) (35 page)

When I feel her pussy begin to clench around my fingers with her climax, I lose it. I completely lose my shit and I slam into her ass with more force than I intend.
Twice
. Then I come. My entire body shakes with my release as I press my body into hers, surely suffocating her.

“Did I hurt you,
tigritsa
?” I ask, pressing my lips to her shoulder as I slowly pull out of her sweet as heaven ass.

“No,” she admits. She then turns her head to look over at me as I rid myself of the condom. I notice the smallest smile playing on her lips, and I can’t help but smile back at her.

“I liked it,” she admits quietly.

“I’m glad, baby,” I murmur, taking my shirt off of the floor and giving it to her to hide her body. I pick her up and carry her to the bathrooms.

I used to not give a fuck that we had communal bathrooms; but right now, I hate that I have to take care of my woman in a shared shower. I don’t say a word as I take her into the bathroom and lock the door behind us. I don’t bother starting the shower, I’m taking her right home, but I still want to clean her up a little bit. I get a cloth from the cabinet and run it under warm water before I gently wipe between her legs.

“You don’t have to,” she murmurs.

“Want to, babe. And when we get home, we’ll take a bath,” I offer. I’m glad I do, because her smile is so bright and gorgeous, it was worth it.

“Let’s go home, Bates,” she whispers. It goes straight to my dick. She looks down when she feels it twitch against her thigh and shakes her head.

“You really should have worn pants out of your room,” she says.

“Yeah, wasn’t worried about everyone getting jealous of my giant cock, babe. Was just worried about my woman,” I grin. She awards me with a sweet giggle.

It’s then that I can’t wait to take her home to take care of her, to show her how much I appreciate what she’s given me tonight. Another piece of her. I doubt there’s much more of her left to give to me. She’s already given me so much. I love her for it, too.

Brentlee

I
groan, rolling over to find Bates’ side of the bed empty and cold. I’m so tired. My ass hurts, too, but I can’t keep the smile off of my lips. It didn’t hurt, and as he promised, he made me come. It was all so surreal. I was expecting the excruciating pain that Scotty delivered when he took me that way, but instead, Bates’ gentility made it pleasurable.

I climb out of bed, still tender, and walk out of the room and into the kitchen. My most favorite sight in the world greets me. Bates and Stella are sitting at the kitchen table eating pancakes. Stella is talking, and her little girl voice fills the room, but I don’t hear her words. Instead, I’m focused on Bates—more importantly, the way he’s looking at my daughter. His eyes are kind, crinkled around the edges, and he’s focused completely on her. It’s as if what she’s saying are the most important and intriguing words he’s ever heard.

I shuffle my feet and Bates must hear me because his head shifts up a bit. He winks at me as Stella continues her story. I shake my head and continue over to the counter to get myself a cup of coffee, hoping it will cure the little bit of hangover I’m sporting.

“Mommy, Bates says we go shop today,” she squeals. I look over at them in surprise.

“Get dressed, yeah, babe?” he asks, grinning at me.

“What are we shopping for?” I ask in confusion.

“Girlie shit. Now come on, get dressed,” he grumbles. I look at him in confusion before I turn and do as he’s demanded.

I dress in pair of dark blue leggings and a loose fitting white tank top. I know Bates wants to go shopping for
girlie shit
, but all I want to do is curl up on the sofa and watch sappy movies all day. My
everything
hurts, and my head is still pounding a little from my slight hangover.

“Ready?” Bates asks, popping his head into our room as I finish throwing my hair into a messy bun on top of my head.

“Yeah,” I say before I yawn.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, sliding his hand around my hips.

“Okay. Sore,” I admit with a shrug.

“Let’s go get
malyshka
some pretty things and then bring you home to rest, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I sigh, reaching up to cup his cheek. Running my thumb along his bottom lip, my eyes are completely focused on the path it makes.

“Come on, or I’m gonna fuck you right now,” he grunts. It makes me laugh.

Bates snags my hand and pulls me behind him before he bends down and picks up Stella with his other arm. He doesn’t say a word as he walks us to his pickup and shuffles us inside before he starts the engine and we take off in silence.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer.

He pretends not to hear a word I’m saying. It’s frustrating as hell, but also cute, in a gruff, badass kind of way. He obviously wants to do something for us as a surprise.

I recognize the road as we begin driving to the next town over. I don’t say a word to Stella, now that I know what city we’re going to, but I still don’t know the reason why. I sigh and look over at Bates, so freaking happy right now. We’re good, so good. I don’t know if there’s something terrible lurking in the shadows, but I don’t care anymore. We will confront it together, and jump whatever hurdles are thrown in front of us.

I look at him in surprise when we pull into a car dealership—a
Ford
dealership, to be precise. I look over to him as he puts his pickup in park and jumps out. Quickly, and confused, Stella and I follow right behind him.

Bates shakes a man’s hand and I watch as the man hands him a set of keys. He looks at me and winks as he lifts his chin and we follow him.

“Mommy, wha happening?” Stella asks, tugging on my arm.

“I don’t know, sweet girl,” I admit truthfully.

Bates stops at a huge black pick-up truck. It’s lifted with gigantic tires, and its quite possibly the most massive thing I’ve ever seen.

“What the heck is happening here?” I ask, trying to keep my words PG for Stella’s sake.

“Bought a new truck,” he shrugs. I stare at him slack jawed.

“Bates,” I hiss, knowing how expensive these pickups are.

“Got money, baby, got plenty of money,” he assures me, already sensing my worry.

“How?” I ask.

“Don’t matter. Just know I can take care of my girls, and that means getting a better truck for them. Also, gonna need to get you your own ride soon, too,” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me into his chest. His head dips down and he places a kiss on my lips.

“You’re too much,” I sigh when he lifts his head.

“Ain’t nothin’ too much for my girls. Now let’s finish this shit,” he grunts as he helps us into his new pickup. It even smells new, like leather, and a little like Bates.

Stella asks a million and ten questions about the pickup, but all I can do is stare out the window. I hope that he isn’t trying to break himself to live up to the monetary things that Scotty provided for us. I didn’t care about them back then, and I don’t care about them now.

I won’t lie and say that the perfect, shiny life was exciting, but when I discovered the strings that came attached with it, I didn’t want it anymore. I love Bates’ little country house, his old pickup truck, and his bike.

I love him the way that he is.

I don’t need shit to make me happy.

We stop at a Mexican restaurant for lunch, and I can’t get the uneasy thoughts out of my head. Bates notices and he wraps his arm around me, nudging me slightly.

“What’s up, babe?” he asks nonchalantly.

“Did you buy the truck because of Scotty?” I blurt out, then cringe at my words.

“The fuck does that mean?” he barks harshly, making Stella jump a bit. His eyes fly over to her sitting across from us and he grins, waiting for her to smile back. When she does, he focuses back on me.

“I don’t want you to think you have to buy this stuff, spend money to compete with him. I like you and your truck and the house just the way it is,” I explain. He throws his head back laughing. I’m momentarily mesmerized by the beauty of his deep rich laugh, but he stops and looks at me, completely serious.

“Babe, I could give a fuck what Scotty had. I bought the truck ‘cause I needed it. Mine was old as hell and wasn’t going to make it through the winter without some major work. Been needing the upgrade; but having you and Stella with me now, I needed it a bit sooner. Which is fine. Had my eye on that truck for a while now. Knew what I wanted.

“As far as the house goes, I’m not leaving it anytime soon. You can fix it up however you like, but I like the house and the land it sits on. I’m not rich, but, baby, I ain’t scrapin’ by either. We can have some nicer things, even if you want to quit and stay home, doesn’t matter to me. We’ll be just fine. I pull in plenty of cash regularly,” he informs me. I just stare at him, shocked, and kind of impressed.

“Okay,” I nod.

“You know it’s never been a competition with him, right? I love you because I’ve always loved you. I want you because you’re mine, and I’ll provide for you the best I can. I can’t give you what he could, but I can give you everything he couldn’t,” he murmurs. My eyes water.

Bates can give me everything Scotty couldn’t, and more. I love him for that—every rough, ragged, raw edge of him. He’s mine and I’m his, and this life—it’s going to be perfect for us.

Sniper

After lunch, I take Brentlee to the mall. No way in fuck do I want to go to the mall, but they have one store I need to dip inside of without her noticing. I figure she’ll get sidetracked with Stella in one of those clothes stores they always talk about when the mail comes. Some bullshit about
Janie and Jack
—I have no fuckin’ idea.

When Stella see’s the store, she begs to go inside, and I know it’s my cue to get to where I need to be. I tell them I’m going to grab a soda from the food court and hightail it to the jewelry store.

I found what I wanted to get Brentlee online and cleared it with LeeLee before I made the trip here. I had the store hold it for me, and now I get to see it in person.

“How can I help you?” a man asks from behind the counter.

“Had a ring on hold for Bates Lukin,” I announce as I walk up to the counter.

His eyes scan me, slowly, and he huffs before he walks through the door leading to the back of the store. I wait a few moments and he returns with a box in his hand. I wait for him to open the little velvety book and then take the ring out.

It’s a huge, round solitaire diamond. Simple, yet beautiful. It’s Brentlee. Classically stunning. The asshole prattles about clarity and quality, but I ignore him, too invested in imagining Brentlee wearing nothing but this fuckin’ ring and a smile.

I know I’m rushing shit, but I don’t care. I’ve been in love with this girl since I was a punk ass kid, and that shit ain’t never changing.

“Now what we can do to dress up the diamond is accompany it with a ring guard,” he suggests and pulls out a ring with a missing center but diamonds on each side of it in a row. I watch as he places the ring I’ve picked in the center and it makes my mouth drop at a bit.

It’s blinged out and epic.

“Wrap it up,” I grunt.

“Um, sir, maybe you should look at some of the less expensive sets just like this one,” he gently suggests. It greatly pisses me off.

“
Wrap.It.Up
,” I grind out between my clenched teeth.

“Sir, I don’t think you understand. This set right here will be forty thousand dollars.” He almost smirks and it pisses me off. He could say it was a hundred grand at this point and I’d buy it just to prove a point.

“Wrap the fuckin’ thing up, man,” I grunt.

“Fine,” he mumbles.

I should have pulled cash out and shoved it in his face, but my bank card will have to suffice. I hand the piece of plastic over to the dickface and wait for him to run the card. To his surprise, it clears.
Of course it does.
I’m not some poor bastard off of the streets.

I take the little velvet box and shove it into my jeans pocket, ignoring the stupid as fuck tiny little bag he tries to shove at me. I grab the receipt and crumple it up to stick in my back pocket. Without a word, I turn around and leave him standing behind the counter, his mouth hanging wide open.

When I find the girls, Brentlee has about fifteen things in her hand, but she’s looking around in worry, confusion, and maybe apprehension.

“That what you’re buying?” I ask as I walk up behind her and wrap my hands around her stomach.

“No, it’s all way too expensive. These are the things she wants, but I’m going to let her pick two items. She doesn’t really need them.”

“You two hardly have any clothes, babe. She needs it. We’ll get it for her,” I announce.

“Bates, this stuff is insanely priced. We can go somewhere a lot cheaper and get a hell of a lot more,” she murmurs.

“She wants it, she can have it,” I say.

“You’re going to spoil her. She can have two items and then we’ll go somewhere more reasonably priced if you want to get her more. She’s three, baby, I don’t want to spend thousands of dollars on her clothes,” Brentlee says. I widen my eyes in surprise before I take something off the top of her pile.