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

asks, his voice low and raspy.
    “The bank down the street,” I say before I bite the inside of my cheek.
    “A good girl, my princess,” he grins as his hand gently grasps my thigh. He slides it up the side of my leg until just under the hem of my shorts.
    “Not that good,” I mumble.
    “You smoke, drink, or whore around?”
    “No.”
    I gasp when his hand slides up to grab a handful of my ass.
    “A good girl, then,” he smiles.
    I don’t bother responding. I simply lift one shoulder, unable to look away from his chocolate eyes. I press my thighs closer together, remembering how just a few hours ago his face was buried between them and how phenomenal his tongue felt there.
    “I want my dick buried inside of you, but I’m fuckin’ beat, babe,” he mumbles as his eyes move to my lips.
    “Okay,” I breathe.
    “What time you gotta be to work?” he asks, his eyes watching my lips and not moving.
    “Eight.”
    “ Fuck, that’s early,” he groans. “How about I come over Friday night?”
    “Friday?” I ask, wondering if I can wait that long until my next orgasm.
    “Yeah, Friday,” he murmurs.
    “Okay,” I sigh before biting the inside of my cheek.
    “You need me before then?” he asks as his eyes connect with mine.
    “Need you?” I reply, unable to speak more than a word or two at a time with his hand massaging my ass. It feels so good, I’m about to beg him to fuck me immediately.
    “To take care of you—to take care of that hungry cunt,” he announces. My entire face turns bright red in embarrassment.
    Johnny’s so blunt, so straightforward. I don’t know if I could get used to the way he talks to me. Nobody, aside from maybe Willa, has every talked the way he does in front of me before. I shake my head as my response, even though I really want him to take care of me before Friday.
    “I gotta get back to the clubhouse now or I’ll never leave,” he whispers as his hand moves from my ass to wrap around the side of my neck.
    “Friday then?” I ask.
    “Yeah, I’ll be here Friday night sometime,” he offers with a grin. He then leans over and brushes his lips against mine.
    He doesn’t deepen the kiss at all, but stands up and walks into the bedroom. A few minutes later, he comes back out with his shirt and vest on, his socks and boots in his hand. I watch in silence as he quickly slides his socks on then laces his black boots up before he stands and faces me with his hand extended. I place my hand in his and he tugs me toward the door, stopping to face me before he opens it.
    Johnny looks at me, stares at me , and it’s as if he can see right through me. Like he can see how he affects me and how badly I want him. He doesn’t smile or even smirk at the fact. Instead, he furrows his brow and a frown tugs on his lips before he speaks.
    “Friday,” he announces as he opens the door and walks away from me.
    I watch him jog down the stairs, staring at his back as he goes. He throws one leg over his bike and roars out of my parking lot without once looking back at me.
    I feel empty inside. The giddy and excited feeling I had just moments ago is completely gone. I lock my door and close down my apartment, turning off all of the lights as I head toward my bedroom.
    I slide between my sheets and lie down on my pillow, staring into the dark room that surrounds me.
    What has just happened?
    What did I just agree to?
    I close my eyes tightly and try to stop the tears from flowing at the realization of what I’ve just become. I’m his booty call. Johnny has promised me nothing, absolutely nothing. He showed up here out of the blue and I allowed him to do to me as he pleased, practically begged for more, and then I fed him and he left.
    Now there’s an appointment for our next meeting. I wonder if he’ll stay the night, or fuck me and leave me again? Maybe he’ll hand me a little cash, since it’s obvious he’s going to use me.
    I’m so stupid.
    So incredibly stupid.
    No wonder he came