Free Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) by Hayley Faiman

my mouth — fuck, carbs… so damn good .
    “Medical school?” he chokes.
    “Yeah. My dad’s a doctor; Connellee’s been on that path since he was born. My sister, Brentlee, and I weren’t ever really encouraged in school. We were told to marry someone who would take care of us. Brentlee’s followed through, she’s marrying a lawyer, but I wanted to do my own thing. Take care of myself. I guess that’s all over with now, right ?” I ask, looking up at him, unable to stop babbling.
    “Class, one hundred percent,” he mumbles.
    I don’t understand.
    “I don’t know about all that,” I grumble.
    Pierce takes my hand with his own and squeezes it.
    “You’re classy, babe, no way around it. Born and bred to be with someone a fuck’ve a lot better than me,” he says before taking a drink of his coffee.
    I look down at my empty plate and sigh. His own brand of sweet. I open my mouth to respond to him but the waitress appears and gives him the check, along with her number.
    “Seriously?” I ask, loud enough for the bitch to hear me. She turns and just grins at me before she shakes her ass as she continues to walk away.
    “Gotta let that shit slide, sugar,” he mutters as I wiggle out of the booth.
    “Thirsty, dirty bitches,” I mumble.
    I am awarded with a laugh from Pierce as he slides his arm around me, pressing his hand around my lower back.
    “You get enough to eat, baby girl?” he asks as his other hand rests on my stomach for a beat. The gesture is so touching I have to hold the tears back, again .
    “Yeah,” I breathe as we step up to my car.
    “I’ll follow you home so you can rest today. You’re the real estate girl; there anything worth lookin’ at for us to rent that’s a bit bigger?” he asks. I suck in my lips. He’s serious. Last night, he was totally serious. I blink once and then I smile.
    “Yeah, we can go over budget and stuff when we get to my place. Thank you, Pierce. Thank you for really wanting to do this,” I praise as I shove my face into his neck and my arms around his waist, hugging him close.
    “Baby girl, never gonna lie to you, sugar. What I say, I’ll deliver,” he promises as one hand wraps around my waist and the other sifts through my hair.
    A few minutes later, I am in in my car and driving toward my little house with Pierce behind me.
    Once we pull into my driveway, I get out and go straight to the door. I’m tired—exhausted, really. I need to change my clothes and actually put on panties, since he ruined mine the night before. I am a mixture of excited and nervous about everything that is happening so quickly. Last month, I would have laughed in anyone’s face if they said this is the turn my life was going to take.
    Pierce walks in, locking the door behind him before he begins to stalk toward me. I hold up my hands to stop him, to slow him down, but it doesn’t work. His hands wrap around my ass as he picks me up – mid-stride . He carries me into my bedroom and without a word, I am dropped onto my bed as his body slowly lowers over me, his lips pressing to mine.
    “Don’t want any other bitches, Kentlee,” he groans. One of his hands slides up the inside of my shirt and wrenches down the cup of my bra. I moan when his thumb glides across my nipple before he pinches and tugs it gently.
    “ Pierce , please,” I beg.
    I need more. I need him inside of me. It feels like he hasn’t been there in weeks, the need is so strong. I’ve turned into this hormonal, horny, sluttastic girl and I don’t even care. Suddenly, I’m not longer exhausted; instead, I’m horny as all hell.
    “Need you to understand, Kentlee. No other bitches. No matter where I go, or what’s happening. You don’t need to worry about that from me,” he grunts as I unbuckle his pants and wrap my hand around his hard cock. He went commando, and I can’t even begin to think about how fucking hot that is right now.
    “Okay. Only me, Pierce. I understand,” I whisper