Rough & Raw (Notorious Devils Book 2) (36 page)

I hold it up, a little white dress with pink bows on the shoulders. It’s cute as hell, but when I look at the price tag, I burst out laughing.
Ninety fuckin’ bucks
.

“This shit is insane,” I say between my outburst.

“I know. She’d get it dirty in about two seconds, and then it’d be ruined,” Brentlee says, looking at the dress before shaking her head.

“You want to get this for her, I’ll buy it, babe,” I murmur.

Brentlee shakes her head and smiles up at me before she sets the pile down on an empty table. I watch as she takes Stella’s hand and then walks for the entrance without looking back. I follow, trying to keep up. Once we are outside, she turns to face me.

“That store, that white dress that she can’t get dirty, that is our old life, not our new one. We live in the country now. We’re happy and we smile and Stella plays in the dirt and rides bikes. She needs clothes that represent that.
Fuck
that place,” she practically shouts. I watch as her chest heaves.

“Okay, shit that represents us.
Walmart
?” I ask. I then watch as her nose wrinkles, which makes me laugh, and then the three of us begin to laugh—together.

We don’t go to Walmart. She takes me to some fuckin’ place called the
Gap
, then to about ten other stores. By the end, I’m regretting this little trip. But when I look over at my girls, fast asleep in my new ride, I can’t help but feel my heart swell at the sight of their sleepy, slight smiles. They had fun, and that’s all that matters.

I can’t wait to give Brent the ring in my pocket. But I’m selfish and a dick. I’ll want to fuck her after I do, and she’s too sore tonight for that. So the ring will wait another day. But today, my girls had a good day, a
fun
day, and that’s all I give a shit about.

Brentlee

I
slide my brand new skinny jeans up my legs and grin when I see myself in the mirror.
Legs for days
. They look long and lean, Bates’ favorite part of my body, and these jeans make them look fantastic. I pull on a tight halter top and slide my feet into the red high heels that are my absolute favorite. Tonight I’m working. After spending three days with Bates and Stella, we need to get back to our work week.

I won’t lie. As I was getting ready this evening, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I might like to be a stay-at-home mother again. But as enticing as that sounds, I also like to interact with adults, even nasty biker men. And I like knowing I have my own income. I don’t want to be completely beholden to anybody ever again.

“Babe, we gotta head out,” Bates shouts. I quickly grab my purse and run out of the bedroom.

Tammy is sitting on the floor, playing Barbie’s with Stella, and Bates is standing by the front door, looking down at his phone. When he looks up, I watch as his eyes drag over my body, and he grins when they meet mine.

I quickly say my goodbyes to both Stella and Tammy and hurry after him out of the door. He’s already straddling his bike when I close the front door behind me, so I rush to climb on behind him. We take off down the road and I wonder what he seems to be in such a hurry for. He doesn’t usually drive this fast with me on the back. I hold on tighter than normal, and when we arrive at the clubhouse, I notice that the parking area is completely full of bikes.

“What’s going on?” I ask, looking around at all of the bikes.

“Fury’s dad is here. The original charter,” he grunts. I tug on Bates’ hand and make him stop walking.

“What does that mean?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Means we’re gonna party tonight, probably end up at the
Devils
later on. Means I’m gonna have church tomorrow. It also means you make sure all those fuckers can see your ink,” he growls, wrapping his hand around my hip.

“You aren’t going into
Devils
?” I ask as I slide my hands up his chest and link them around the back of his neck.

“Candy’s in charge until I get there. I’ll be here, watching you,” he murmurs, dipping his head down to place a gentle kiss on my lips. He releases me, but keeps one hand at the small of my back.

When we walk into the clubhouse, its wilder than I’ve ever seen it before in my life. There are men and women everywhere. The women are either topless or barely dressed, and the men are in all states of action. Some are just sitting around talking, some are playing pool, smoking, and drinking, and some are actually fucking girls. It’s even crazier than the patch-in party I attended.

Bates stops to talk to someone, but I need to get behind the bar. I have to help out the prospect who looks like he’s two seconds away from crying as he quickly hands beers out to men. I leave Bates and make my way toward the crowd of people.

I feel a hand wrap around my upper arm and it halts my mission to the bar. I turn around and my eyes widen at the man in front of me. He looks exactly like Fury, except a few years older. He’s a freaking hot as hell silver fox.

“Where are you in a hurry to, darlin’?” he asks, his voice smooth and slightly slurred.

“Behind the bar… to work,” I offer shakily.

“You should stay with me,” he murmurs, his thumb slightly caressing my arm and his eyes fixated on mine.

“MadDog, wanna take your hand off my Old Lady,” Bates’ deep voice growls from behind me. I jump as MadDog lets his hand fall from mine.

“Your
what
?” he asks with a chuckle.

Bates roughly shifts me so that my tattoo is in view. MadDog’s eyes widen in surprise before he looks up at me and narrows his eyes.

“You’re Kentlee’s sister,” he announces. I nod. “Fucking hell. Good for you, brother. And how the hell did I not notice that shit the last time I saw you?”

“We were a little busy, with all that drama,” Bates says with a smirk.

MadDog slaps Bates on the shoulder with a smile, and Bates returns the gesture, making me breathe a sigh of relief. I go to my toes and whisper to Bates that I need to get behind the bar, and his answer is a wink and a pat on my ass, whatever that means. I ignore him and hurry behind the bar, thankful for no new altercations.

I spend the evening slinging beer and shots. I’m so thankful nobody wants anything mixed, because my bartending experience is limited to only beer and shots.

The party is wild, so insane that I can’t believe my sister is even here. But she is. I noticed her the second she walked inside. Now she’s perched on Fury’s lap as he talks to his father, who has a topless skank perched on his own lap.

When I get a minute to breathe, my eyes scan the room for Bates. I don’t see him anywhere. Not playing pool, not at any of the tables, and I even scan the sofas where people are screwing and don’t see him. My heart starts beating against my ribcage. I imagine him in his room with some clubwhore, and my head spins.

“Looking for me,” a rough voice whispers from behind me. I spin around to see him grinning at me.

“Where were you?” I ask, my curiosity always getting the best of me.

“Outside hangin’ out with Torch,” he shrugs.

“What was Paxton doing outside?”

“Why do you give a fuck about Paxton?” he growls. I roll my eyes at his misplaced anger and obvious jealousy.

I don’t even bother answering him, I just wait. I can tell by the way his lids are drooped, he’s probably both high and drunk. No way am I going to get into it with him, he won’t be reasonable.

“He was having a hard night. He said it’s the anniversary of something. He didn’t want to really talk about it,” he shrugs.

“Paxton was in the military too, right? Maybe something happened with that?” I offer. Bates just shrugs.

“I don’t think so; I think it’s more. I think it’s a woman. You bitches are always tying us up in knots,” he grunts before he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest. I giggle when he nuzzles my neck and his beard tickles my skin.

“Baby,” I murmur. I feel his lips smile against my neck before he nips my skin and lifts away from me.

“Everyone’s headed to
Devils
, but honest to fuck babe, I just wanna go home,” he slurs, his eyes focused on me. Even bloodshot, they’re beautiful.

“We can’t take your bike,” I say.

“No shit. Kent’s driving us home before they head that way themselves. Old married people don’t need to go to the club after hours,” he states. It makes me laugh.

“I’m not old,” I offer with a wink. He smacks my ass.

“You’re my
Old
Lady, so there’s that,” he grins. I roll my eyes.

I’m exhausted.

Completely exhausted.

I’ve honestly seen enough people going at it tonight to last me a lifetime. I really don’t want to see more, and I know that is exactly what’s going to happen. I can have my own fuck-fest with Bates at home, I don’t need to see everybody else going at it any more than I already have.

“Take me home, and fuck your Old Lady,” I grin up at him and he smirks before his top teeth sink into his lower lip, as if he’s really thinking hard about us fucking.

I hope he is.

I’m tired, but I still want him. All of him. It’s been a few days, and I feel like I might actually combust.

Once Fury drops us off and we thank Tammy for all of her help and hard work, I throw myself at Bates. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. His hands wrap around my ass as he carries me into our room. I untangle myself from his body, but he doesn’t undress me. Instead, he peppers my lips with kisses before he pulls away.

“Let’s take a shower, yeah?” he suggests.

I know I smell, I have to, I’ve been sweating my ass off all night. A shower sounds awesome.

I strip my clothes, leaving them to liter the floor on my way to the shower. Bates is following me. I hear the heavy clink of his belt, the sound of his boots, and his heavy jeans hitting the floor. By the time we’re both in the bathroom, we’re both completely nude.

Bates starts the water and I watch his muscles work, every single move he makes is with ease as his massive muscles bunch. I want to run my fingers over his body, his warm skin. I want him to fill me, and make me smile like only he can.

“Come on,” he murmurs. I follow him into the warm shower.

Quickly, he washes me—my breasts, my stomach and between my thighs. I hear the soap fall, but his fingers stay between my legs, sliding through my folds. Once all of the soap is washed away, he gently slides two fingers inside of me while his head dips and captures my nipple with his lips, gently sucking me into his mouth.

“Bates,” I sigh as I arch my back, giving him more access to my breast as I shift my hips for more friction between my legs.

He doesn’t say a word as he pulls away from my body and picks me up by my waist, pressing my back against the warm tile of the shower. His cock fills me with one quick thrust. I whimper as I dig my nails into his shoulders. Bates’ tongue fills my mouth and he mimics the thrust of his hips with his kiss. He’s ruthless, my back surely bruising as he slams in and out of me—but it feels fantastic. The warm water washing over us, and Bates’ warm body pressed against mine as he takes me.

“I love you,
tigritsa
,” he grunts between kisses.

I can feel myself fall over the edge, my climax full force, like a freight train as I cry out into his mouth. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm, and when he finally comes, it’s with a roar after he wrenches his lips from mine.

He looks down at me and his eyes shift around slightly before he releases me. I don’t know what it means, but I don’t ask him. There’s something he’s waging inside of him. I wish I knew, but I want him to tell me when he’s ready. It’s as if I can actually see a shift happen in him.

We don’t say another word as we dry off and head to bed. I’m sliding one of his black t-shirts over my naked body when there is a pounding on our front door. Bates is up and pulling his jeans on before I can finish wrenching the shirt over myself.

“What the fuck is up with people pounding on my fuckin’ door?” he mumbles as I follow him to the door.

I watch as he looks through the peephole and his whole body tightens with what I can only guess is anxiety, worry, or both.

“Pop, to what do I owe this late night visit?” Bates asks as he wrenches the door open.

Sniper

My old man stares back at me and he looks like shit. He looks old and weathered and even a little frail. Nothing like the man who tormented me as a boy and teenager. I want to laugh in his face, but I’m too fuckin’ pissed off he’s even here to enjoy the Karma. He looks behind me and widens his eyes in surprise.

“See you’re still with the little Johnson slut,” he slurs.

“Go back to bed, baby,” I murmur to Brent, not taking my eyes off of the bastard.

I feel her hands fist in the waistband of my pants, and I know she ain’t gonna listen to me. I should be mad, but I’m not. Brentlee knows far too much about this bastard, yet she doesn’t know half of what he’s really like.

“What is it you want?” I ask again, my limited patience pretty much null and void at this point.

“Your old man’s sick. I need some money,” he murmurs. He even adds a convincing cough at the end.