Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3) by Hayley Faiman

so much better than I ever expected. Neither of my boyfriends could get me there, or maybe they just didn’t care. I tried a total of about ten times to do it myself, but just ended up crying and giving up each and every time. Now that I know what it feels like, I want another one, and another . I can seriously understand all of the hype. That felt awesome.
    Now I’m standing in my kitchen after offering to make Johnny some dinner, and I feel self-conscious. He’s seen me naked and he’s had his mouth on me. What if he’s just being nice by staying? I’m too young for him, too immature. He needs a woman. Not a girl.
    “What’s up?” he asks, walking up behind me.
    “Huh?”
    “You want me to order pizza or somethin’? You don’t have to cook, princess,” he murmurs against the side of my neck.
    Princess .
    I love it. His nickname for me. Though I’m not any kind of princess, the fact that he sees me as one makes me feel kind of special. Like maybe the sweet name is a little peek into him, something that nobody sees. If he’s capable of an endearment, does that mean that he’s capable of more? I’d like to think so.
    “I can make tacos, maybe enchiladas?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip.
    “Enchiladas? I haven’t had good Mexican food since I left Cali. I didn’t think you guys made that here,” he asks. I turn around and he’s smiling down on me.
    “My mom’s from Southern California,” I shrug.
    “Yeah, gorgeous, that would be good.”
    “I don’t have any beer. I can’t buy it yet,” I burst out. He chuckles again as he leans against the counter.
    I busy myself taking all of the ingredients out of my fridge and cupboard for enchiladas as he watches me.
    “Don’t need any beer tonight. I’ll get some next time I come over, keep it in the fridge, yeah?”
    “Yeah,” I whisper as I try to hide my smile and stay busy.
    He’s going to come back, and he’s going to buy something he likes and put it in my fridge. I shouldn’t be as giddy and excited as I am, but I can’t help myself. It’s like my teenage fantasies have come to life.
    Johnny goes over to the couch and sits down, playing on his phone while he flips through the channels on the television at the same time. It doesn’t bother me. In fact, I like it.
    I was telling him the truth when I said that I’d never had a man here. I’ve been single since moving out of my parents and into this place. Aside from Andy coming by to check on me, Willa is the only person who has ever been inside.
    “Food’s ready,” I call out as I start to plate the hot dinner.
    I also made a salad and some rice to accompany our main dish. I don’t know how much Johnny eats, but I didn’t see a small plate of enchiladas filling him.
    Together, we eat at the four person dining room table I have. He doesn’t say much, and I’m so nervous that I don’t know what to say, so we eat in silence. It isn’t strained, but it’s a little awkward. We don’t really know anything about each other.
    “Where in California are you from?” I ask, trying to break the silence and get to know him a bit.
    “Only lived there until high school, then came here,” he grunts, taking a huge bite of food.
    “My mom’s from Yorba Linda,” I say.
    “Watts,” he mumbles.
    “Really?” I ask in surprise.
    It’s such a dangerous area of Los Angeles. I’ve never actually been there, but I’ve heard stories.
    “Really,” he confirms with a nod. I drop it; it’s obvious by his short answer that he doesn’t want to talk about it.
    Once we finish eating, I take the dishes to the sink and put the leftovers in the fridge for tomorrow. I have enough left to last me for two more dinners. I then walk back into the living room where Johnny is sitting on the sofa. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, his eyes focused on the television. When I sink down next to him, he turns his head slightly to look at me.
    “Where do you work that you walk to your job?” he