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

breathlessly. I have never been as wound up as I have been around this man.
    “I’m going to take you every way I can, Kentlee. You’re mine,” he grinds out before he wrenches my jeans down my legs. “This,” he cups my center before he plunges two fingers inside of me, “is mine. My woman, my cunt, my baby, all fucking mine.” His head slants as he kisses me, removing his fingers to plunge his cock inside of me to the root.
    I whimper, unable to form words as he fucks me, hard—his eyes focused on mine, so clear, it is as if I can see inside of him. He wants this. He wants me and he wants us.
    I dive my fingers into his shaggy hair and hold on to him, my eyes never breaking from his. His grunts and my whimpers fill the silence of the room. When I come, it is looking into his eyes. He follows shortly, doing the same. His lazily slides in and out of me after his climax, and then he places a soft kiss on my lips.
    “ Mine ,” he murmurs quietly before he slides out of me and wraps me in his arms.
    I should go clean up. I should do about a million different things, but with this man’s strong arms wrapped around me from behind, his warm body nestled next to mine, I can’t do anything but let the exhaustion swallow me up.
    I am safe.
    In his arms, with him in my bed, nothing can hurt me.
    He’s more than I ever thought possible and I don’t even know him yet.
     
    Fury
    She sleeps.
    Pure fuckin’ beauty, and she’s mine.
    There is no way I can let the bad part of my life touch her.
    Kentlee is good, so good, and I can’t corrupt her – not like that.
    She’ll never know about the way this life is.
    Kentlee isn’t Old Lady material; not that’d I’d ever have one. She’s not strong enough. I can see it in her eyes. She needs someone to take care of her, and I’ll do that. I’ll be hers and she’ll be mine, but I can’t declare her as anyone to the club.
    No way in fuck could she deal with the shit Old Lady’s deal with. My mama was strong and she was tough; she dealt, but I don’t see those traits in Kentlee. She’s soft, sweet, and pure. I’m going to keep her for myself, and to myself.
    My phone starts ringing in my jeans, and I break away from her sleeping form to answer it.
    Torch .
    “What’s up?” I ask, knowing that it must be something big if he’s calling me right now.
    “Got a problem with the shipment to Canada, brother. The club says they’re having issues with the Mexican Cartel there. They need muscle—they need backup. The shipments are getting intercepted by the Cartel and the club hasn’t been able to make their deliveries. The Aryan’s are pissed ,” Torch explains on a hiss.
    “I fuckin’ hate the Aryan’s. I don’t know why that deal was ever made in the first place,” I grumble, walking into Kentlee’s living room.
    “Money talks, brother,” Torch sighs. I know he feels the same way about those racist fucks.
    “So they want us to come up to Canada, guns hot, full force, to protect their shipments? Do they not understand the word incognito?” I ask, not expecting an answer.
    “You know them. They don’t give a fuck. They just want their shit. Douchebags,” Torch answers. I stretch my neck from side-to-side, trying to relieve the tension I feel building.
    “We try one more shipment, the one going out next month, on a different route. If it’s intercepted, then we come in and make ourselves fucking known,” I explain.
    No way in fuck do I want to help those assholes, but they pay us well, and Torch is right. Money talks.
    “I’ll spread the word,” he offers. I thank him.
    I’m not contacting them unless I absolutely have to.
    I never agreed to doing business with them. I’ve never wanted it, and I’ve never liked it. The original charter set all that shit up. While I was a voting member there, I was too busy fucking and drinking to give much of a shit about the business side of it. I took my orders like a good solider and did what I was supposed to