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

ever felt in my life and gave me the most perfect orgasm I have ever had. Just thinking about it again sends a shiver up my spine.
    After another movie and a ginger ale to settle my stomach, I can’t handle it anymore. I need to tell him. I need to get it off of my chest.
    I look over at the clock for the time — ten in the evening.
    There is no better time than the present to tell the man the truth. I know that if I wait, I will never say the words to him. I’ll chicken out.
    I need to tell him now—not tomorrow and not next week. I just pray that he isn’t cruel to me. I have been an emotionally unstable, crazy, hormonal person the past week, and I can’t handle anymore insanity.
    I take a deep breath and change into a pair of ripped up, old jeans that fit perfectly—for now—and a favorite V-neck, loose t-shirt. My long blonde hair is down and a bit wild, my makeup practically nonexistent, subtle and light.
    This isn’t a beauty contest
    I’m not man hunting. I’ve had the man, and although he was wickedly delicious, he is an asshole of epic proportions. I don’t plan on going back there with him. Ever. Even if he is my baby daddy. No matter how badly I want him. Oh fuck, I’m so full of shit . One look from his gray eyes and I’ll probably melt into a puddle of mush on the floor.
    I pull into the clubhouse’s dirt lot and notice dozens of motorcycles parked in neat, straight lines. Everybody in town knows where the Notorious Devil’s clubhouse is, but that doesn’t mean that I have ever been inside of it before .
    I walk up to the door and open it, surprised that they don’t have a man standing guard. I would think a bunch of outlaws would have some guy on security duty, screening people who come inside.
    The smell of smoke permeates the room, as does beer, sweat, and sex.
    I scrunch up my nose at the latter.
    My eyes roam over the space and I shudder.
    There are men and women everywhere. The women are wearing either nothing, or next to nothing. The men are all decked out in jeans and leather. It is basically everything I had envisioned. Big men groping and screwing girls that look like they’re one step away from the street corner.
    “Kentlee? What the fuck you doin’ here?” I swing around to see Jonathan Williams, a boy I went to school with, standing just a few inches from me.
    “I’m looking for Fury,” I explain wide-eyed.
    I didn’t even know Johnny Williams knew my name. He was one of the hottest guys in school, and now he’s even hotter, covered in ink with lean muscles and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He grins and shakes his head before lifting his chin toward the bar.
    “He don’t know you’re comin’ does he?” Johnny asks. The answer dies on my tongue as soon as my eyes find Fury.

Fury
    I am fucked up. I am a fuck up, too. The Jack burns on its way down, but it doesn’t replace the ache I feel inside of me. I knew the bitch for a matter of hours, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t already ache for her.
    Kentlee Johnson .
    That crazy fucking bitch wormed her way under my skin.
    One look at her sweet innocent face, and I was fucking gone. One thrust inside of her tight cunt, and I was in another fucking, goddamned hemisphere.
    When she came—her cunt squeezing my dick, her eyes so fucking bright, her face in awe—I was in another galaxy.
    Then she had to act like a crazy bitch.
    What kind of twenty-three year-old bitch ain’t on birth control?
    I knew the answer— a good girl .
    Kentlee is what I crave. A sweet innocent pussy to sink into night after night, and she welcomed me without question.
    I am being a prideful asshole.
    Mama always told me that my pride would be my downfall. She was right. I want Kentlee like I want air, but I can’t bring myself to hunt her down and apologize – fuck that.
    I never apologize. I’ve never needed to. I’ll chase her down soon enough, but I won’t apologize.
    “Hey, baby, you need my mouth tonight?” Kitty asks, rubbing