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  Rough & Rugged

  Copyright © 2016 by Hayley Faiman

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Editor - Rosalyn Martin, The Green Pen

  Cover: Cassy Roop, Pink Ink Designs

  Formatting: Champagne Formats

  Table of Contents

  title page

  copyright

  dedication

  quote

  prologue

  chapter one

  chapter two

  chapter three

  chapter four

  chapter five

  chapter six

  chapter seven

  chapter eight

  chapter nine

  chapter ten

  chapter eleven

  chapter twelve

  chapter thirteen

  chapter fourteen

  chapter fifteen

  chapter sixteen

  chapter seventeen

  chapter eighteen

  chapter nineteen

  chapter twenty

  chapter twenty-one

  chapter twenty-two

  chapter twenty-three

  chapter twenty-four

  chapter twenty-five

  chapter twenty-six

  chapter twenty-seven

  chapter twenty-eight

  chapter twenty-nine

  epilogue

  Rough & Ruthless

  also by Hayley Faiman

  about the author

  acknowledgments

  To anyone who has ever fallen for the bad boy with a sweet soul.

  Man is born to live and not to prepare to live.

  —Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  The clubhouse is wild tonight. I should be inside fucking a whore, maybe two, but I’m not. Instead, I walk outside and inhale the crisp air. Fall is coming to an end, and soon the snow will be on the ground. We’ll all be forced to drive cages instead of our bikes. I fuckin’ hate winter.

  “Those things’ll kill ya,” Torch says, pushing off of the wall and walking toward me.

  “Yeah? No shit,” I grunt, taking another drag from my cigarette.

  “I gotta go into Devils, wanna join?” he asks.

  The Devils Club is the only strip club in town; our Motorcycle Club owns and runs it. Sniper is the manager, but with a new baby at home, we’ve all pitched in, helping him out until he and the family get settled. I look back at the party behind me, but it doesn’t call to me. I have no desire to fuck any of the whores in there, to watch their shows, or to get shit-faced drunk.

  “Sure,” I shrug, following him toward our parked bikes. We don’t say a word as we start our engines and take off down the road.

  A few minutes into my ride, I notice I need gas and signal Torch toward the station. He nods, but we’re only a few miles from the club, so he rides on ahead of me. The gas station is isolated, as is usual for this time of night. Our little town rolls up their sidewalks when the sun goes down.

  I walk into the station and pay the attendant. His eyes shift from side to side and nervousness is visibly apparent on his face.

  “You all right there, bud?” I ask, taking some bills out of my pocket.

  “Yes, everything is great,” he stutters. That’s when I know that nothing is great.

  I hear a soft whimper from behind his counter, and I pull my gun out of the back of my waistband. I train it at his head before I order whoever is behind the counter to come out.

  A girl stands up, and she’s a slip of a thing. Her hair is light brown and long; her eyes, big and green, stare back at me, wide and innocent. Though, I notice her innocence is overshadowed by the fear on her face, and I wonder what this fat fucker behind the counter has done to her.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” I ask before I shift my eyes back over to the fat-fuck.

  “No,” she whispers. Her sweet voice washes over me. Fuck, it’s sweet, too.

  “What’d he do to you?” I ask, cocking my brow as the fucker starts shaking his head.

  “He… he,” she stutters before her big green eyes fill with tears.

  “C’mon, let me get you outta here,” I grind out as I hold one hand palm up toward her. She doesn’t hesitate. She crashes her tiny body into my side and buries her face in my shoulder.

  “He told me I could use the phone, then he shoved me down and told me I had to suck his dick first. Then you came in,” she whimpers against me.

  Instantly, instinctually, I wrap my hand around the back of her head, holding her closer to me, keeping her face against me.

  I pull the trigger on the fat-fuck. I watch as his brain explodes against the cigarettes that line the back of the counter. It’s a shame; all those smokes are ruined now. I point my gun at the camera and pull the trigger on that too. The girl screams against me.

  Quickly, I guide her out of the convenience store before pulling my phone out and making a call to a prospect. They’re going to have to get rid of possible evidence and clean up fat-fuck’s body. Once we reach my bike, I pull her away from me and look down into her frightened green eyes. My dick hardens at the sight of her. Fear fills her features and I fuckin’ love it.

  “Get on,” I grind out.

  I don’t wait for an answer before I get on my bike. Once I feel her fumble around and her arms slide around my waist, I take off down the road. I don’t have enough gas to go far, so I go back to the clubhouse. Once we pull into the lot, I nod to the prospects that are straddling their bikes to take care of my shit.

  I pull the little thing behind me toward the bar, past all the partiers and into the hallway. We walk into my room and I lock the door behind us before I turn to face her.

  I blink, looking up at him. I’m not sure how I got into this situation. No, that’s a lie. I know exactly how it happened. I got into a fight with Willa and she kicked me out of her car—told me to walk my ass home. She was just mad that Brandon was flirting with me at the party. She’s had a crush on him since we were in kindergarten.

  When I walked into the gas station to use the phone, I thought it was the smart thing to do. I was going to call my big brother to come and get me. He was going to be pissed that I was even in Bonners Ferry. I don’t know why we all came up here to party, except that Brandon’s parents had a vacation cabin here.

  I was supposed to be spending the night with Willa and she was spending the night with me. I was almost an hour from home.

  There was no way I could walk, so I was going to call Andy to get me. He’d give me shit, but he wouldn’t rat me out to mom and dad.

  “Who were you gonna call?” the sexy as hell biker asks me.

  He’s tall and thin but muscular. I felt his muscles beneath his t-shirt as I held onto him. Abs. Real abs. Not like the boys I go to school with. No, this is a man. He looks rough, rugged, and mean—but sexy as sin all at the same time.

  “My brother,” I murmur.

  “Yeah?” he asks before slipping his hand
into his pocket and pulling out his phone, handing it to me. I take it from him and look from it to his dark brown eyes.

  “Call’em.”

  I don’t hesitate.

  “Andy?” I ask when he picks up the phone.

  “Hattie?”

  “I need a ride home,” I whisper. He asks me where I am, and when I tell him Bonners Ferry, he starts screaming into the phone.

  “Stop shouting,” the stranger says after he takes the phone out of my hand.

  “I’ll keep an eye on her until you get here. She’s warm and safe at the Notorious Devils clubhouse,” the stranger says.

  I don’t know what it means, Notorious Devils clubhouse. My brother must, because the stranger’s eyes turn black before he speaks.

  “You better calm your shit before you get here, partner.” Without listening for my brother’s reply, he ends the call. “Your brother’s a dick, sweetheart.”

  “Yeah,” I agree, nodding my head.

  Andy is a dick, but he’s dependable and reliable and he’ll drive the hour to get me without telling mom and dad. He’ll make sure I pay him back somehow, but his payback is less than our parent’s punishment would be.

  “How long’s he gonna take to get here?” the stranger asks, his dark eyes roaming over my body. I shiver when they meet my eyes, and I watch him smirk.

  “An hour or so,” I whisper. He smiles before he takes a step toward me.

  His phone rings and he steps away from me for a while as he talks to whoever is on the other end. I am not where I should be. I should be at home. I should be tucked into bed. This has to be the absolute worst night of my life.

  Luckily, the stranger stays on the phone for at least thirty minutes, and I sigh out an exhale of relief. I’m afraid to sit, to even move, so I stay stock still and just watch. Andy will be here soon, so soon, then I can go home and stop allowing Willa to drag me into her crazy shit.

  “What’s your name, sweetheart?” he murmurs as he steps into my space and tucks my long hair behind my ear. I look up into his eyes and gasp at the darkness swirling in them.

  “Hattie,” I whisper as he bites his bottom lip.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispers before his lips touch mine.

  I gasp when one of his hands grabs my ass. He chooses that moment to slide his tongue into my mouth. He’s warm and the stroke of his tongue is firm. He’s not sloppy, like the boys I’ve kissed. He’s not unsure—no, he is controlling this kiss.

  Controlling me.

  I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck, pressing my body closer to him while I tangle my tongue with his. I feel the vibration of his chest before I hear the moan that escapes his mouth into mine. His other hand tangles in my hair and grips it tightly.

  “You should get out of my room,” he mumbles against my lips.

  Yet, he makes no move to untangle himself from my body. I don’t want him to, either. I want more of his lips on mine. More of his hands gripping me tightly.

  His lips crash against mine again and the hand on my ass moves up to my waist and slowly works its way under my shirt to my bra. I’ve never let anybody touch me before, but I want him to. When his fingers curl around my breast, I inhale as my body shivers beneath his touch.

  “Need to fuck you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my neck between kissing and licking my skin.

  I freeze.

  What in the…

  “Ummm,” I say, unsure of how to respond. Who says that? He’s known me all of two seconds.

  “Let me in, baby,” he mutters before he sucks on my neck.

  I quickly step away from him, my chest heaving and my body filling with fear. Why did I come in here with him? Why did I kiss him? I shake my head, knowing the answer to that. He’s hot, and bad, and a man, and he looked at me like I was a woman, not a child.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You got at least ten more minutes before your brother gets here,” he shrugs. It makes my stomach roll.

  Ten minutes.

  He wants me for ten minutes, and then I’ll just be that girl he fucked once who was waiting for her big brother to give her a ride home. I shake my head before I quickly adjust my shirt.

  “No.” I shake my head.

  No way am I telling this guy that I’m a virgin. No way am I telling him that he’s the first guy to put his hand up my shirt. He’s a man. He’s hot, but no way am I embarrassing myself any further.

  A loud pounding on the door interrupts us and I’m completely grateful. He swings the door open and there’s a huge bear of a man that fills up the doorway. He’s big and hairy. He looks like a giant grizzly.

  “Your girl’s brother is here,” he rumbles. My eyes widen. Holy shit, Andy is going to freak the fuck out at me being alone in this stranger’s room.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” Andy shouts, pushing past the grizzly bear man and into the room.

  Andy is tall, wide, and built like the college football player that he is. I look like a teacup poodle next to him. Though our hair and eyes are identical, we are completely opposite. I watch as his green eyes go from the hot stranger to me and then back.

  “Just hangin’ out until you got here,” the stranger smirks as he throws his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side.

  “Hands off my sister,” Andy grinds out.

  “Or what?”

  “I’ll call the cops, you asshole,” Andy warns. The guy laughs.

  “I didn’t do fuck all,” he says between his chuckles. I don’t tell him that he killed a man right in front of me. In fact, I don’t say a word.

  “My sister is sixteen, you idiot,” Andy growls.

  The man beside me stops laughing. He looks down on me for confirmation and I nod once. Immediately, his heat leaves me and he takes a step away.

  “Get the fuck outta here, girl,” he grinds out. He looks so dangerous, so menacing, so unbelievably hot.

  I can’t move.

  Andy grabs my hand and pulls me; but as my feet move, my eyes stay pinned to the handsome devil of a stranger. His angry eyes don’t leave mine until we’re out of each other’s sight, and Andy doesn’t stop dragging me behind him.

  Once I’m in the car and we’re safely on the road, he grills me. I tell him nothing of the convenience store, the murder I heard, or the way that man kissed me, owned me—made me want so much more than I have ever wanted.

  I keep his kiss a secret.

  A memory for just me.

  Something special that I can think back on fondly.

  I’ll probably never see him again; I don’t even know his name. But that doesn’t stop me from putting my fingers against my lips and thinking of him.

  Three Years Later

  I lift my chin to the two whores who are playing pool and tip my head toward my room. I need a good hard, dirty, fuck and I need it now. This week has been fucking shit. I need some relief.

  I watch as the blonde and brunette whores make their way toward my private bedroom. I’m feeling too out of control to fuck in the common room. I need privacy for a few hours while I fuck my day away with these bitches.

  “You good, brother?” Fury asks as I pass him. He’s sitting at a table with his wife, Kentlee, perched on his thigh.

  They’ve been together for almost ten years, have three rugrats, and yet, they look like newlyweds. I’ll never have what they do, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t crave it—a woman and, more than anything, a baby. Fuck, I feel like a pussy, but I want a kid of my own. Seeing my brothers and their families, all the kids running around, makes me want that.

  “Yeah,” I grunt as I continue on the way to my room, where those cunts better be waiting for me.

  I walk in, not looking up as I lock the door behind me. I slowly strip my clothes off, leaving them in a pile, throwing my cut on a chair on the other side of the doorway. Then I turn around and bite my bottom lip at the sight before me.

  The brunette is bent over in the middle of the floor, her ass in the air and her chest
on the ground. The blonde is on her knees right next to her ass, her big brown eyes looking right at me. I’ve played with these two before, Serina and Tasha, two whores who are always ready for a good time.

  “She’s ready for you,” Tasha, the blonde, says sweetly.

  “Get your pussy under her face,” I order as I lean over and grab Serina by the back of her hair, pulling her head back.

  I watch as Tasha slides under her, lying with her back flat against the floor, and her legs spread wide. Her pussy on display and already shimmering with her arousal. Fuck, these bitches are hornier than us guys. I take the condom that Tasha kindly laid out for me along with a bottle of lube in hand.

  “Lick her pussy,” I order.

  Serina shimmies her ass in front of me before she takes one long lick of Tasha’s hot pussy.

  “Fuck,” Tasha sighs. My cock hardens at the sight as I slide the condom on my dick.

  I slam inside of Serina’s cunt to the hilt, forcing her forward on Tasha’s pussy. I let Serina’s warmth envelope me while I watch the show from above. Then, I take the lube and coat two fingers with it before I shove them deep inside of Serina’s ass. She shivers beneath me but continues to eat Tasha.

  “Make her come,” I order as I start to fuck her ass with my fingers.

  I slowly pull my hips back before I slam them forward. I fuck her pussy and her ass at the same time, enjoying how her pussy gets wetter and wetter with each thrust from me.

  “Tasha, are you close?” I ask as I hook my fingers in Serina’s ass and start to really pound her pussy with the strength in my legs.

  “Yeah,” she sighs.

  I watch as a light sheen of sweat appears on her face right before she wraps her hands in Serina’s hair and grinds her pussy against Serina’s face as she screams with her release. It’s fucking hot. I pump inside of Serina’s pussy a few more times before I completely pull out, then I take my fingers out of her ass.

  “Over here,” I call to Tasha. I watch as she quickly scrambles to my side.

  “Are you going to take my come after I fuck her ass?” I ask Tasha. She doesn’t answer verbally, instead she nods enthusiastically. “First, it’s your turn to eat her pussy,” I demand.