Wrench (The Club Girl Diaries Book 6)

by Addison Jane

  “Let me in,” he pleaded. “I’m not promising I’ll fix you, but I’m promising to stand beside you and accept you. The real you… the you that you try to hide.”

  My heart raced, thundering inside my chest like it might at any moment just give out.

  He didn’t want to fix me.

  How long had it been since I’d heard those words?

  Never.

  They all wanted to fix me. They all thought I was broken.

  I thought I was broken.

  I slammed my mouth back down onto his, not knowing any other way to express how I was feeling in that moment. He pressed back, with just as much emotion and passion. I held tight as he moved us again, this time to the kitchen table, setting me on the edge as we untangled ourselves from one another. Feverishly, he tugged at my jeans, so I laid back, lifting my hips off the table as he finally got them free and pulled them down my legs. He bent over my body and lifted my shirt, pressing soft feathery kisses to my stomach.

  “How sturdy is this table?” he asked, a cheeky tone to his voice.

  “I’m not sure,” I answered with a shudder. “I’ve never had sex on it before.”

  He chuckled as his tongue snaked out and circled my belly button. “First for everything.”

  I had a feeling he was going to be a lot of firsts. He pulled back, making quick work of his clothes which went flying in all directions. A shirt landing in the kitchen, his club cut tossed across and onto the couch and his pants somehow flinging across the room and knocking over one of my lamps.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re destroying my living room.”

  He grinned at me as he tore open a condom that he’d fished out of God knows where within the chaos, and tossed that across the room too. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna be destroying something else in a few seconds.” My mouth fell open in shock, and he groaned. “Close it, sugar plum, before I fill it up.”

  I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth as he reached for my panties. The coolness of the wooden table sent a shiver up my spine and my whole body trembled. He reached for my shirt next, moving quickly and swiftly as though he was struggling to keep his composure.

  With both my shirt and sports bra tugged over my head, I suddenly felt so bare. My instant reaction was to cover myself, but he caught my hands before they could reach for my breasts. Cupping my wrists in one of his large hands, he leaned over me and pressed them to the table above my head. I twisted them, testing the strength of his hold, but I couldn’t escape. He held me tightly enough to restrict any movement, but not so tight that it hurt.

  “This isn’t fair,” I protested—just barely because I was so fucking turned on—his mouth hovering above mine as he held me in place.

  His eyes sparkled. “You’re right.” He let me go and sauntered over to his jeans where they lay in a pile with my lamp. I watched as he walked with so much fucking confidence and swagger that it should be illegal. His muscles clenching tightly as he moved and his tattoos on proud display. I was so mesmerized that I didn’t notice that he was holding something in his hands until he snapped it together and made me jump.

  His belt.

  My eyes widened as I watched him twirl it around before settling himself back in between my legs, his hard condom covered cock bouncing around with his movement.

  “Wrench…” I warned, unsure of exactly what to think of this new addition.

  “You trust me?” he asked, wrapping the belt around his hand and then unwinding it again.

  I wiggled uncomfortably, not because it made me nervous, though, but because I found myself getting rather excited. I nodded. “Yes, I trust you.”

  His eyes burned with appreciation. “Give me your hands,” he ordered.

  Slowly I held my hands out in front of me, surrendering myself to him.

  Trusting him.

  He wrapped the belt around my wrists as tightly as was still comfortable and did up the buckle. Then he slid his hand down the rest and wrapped it around his hand. I pulled on the restraints and he tugged back, hard enough to make me gasp. A smirk touched his lips, and with his free hand he grasped his cock, running up and down it a few times as I watched between my spread legs. My hips wiggled of their own accord, wanting to get closer, but with my ass already sitting at the edge of the table I couldn’t get to him, and he knew it.

  I frowned in annoyance and he chuckled lightly. “Needy.”

  I tugged again with my hands, and in response he wrenched them over my head, pressing them to the table again as he leaned over me. His lips brushed against my cheek and his hard body pinned me to the table. I jerked when the head of his cock brushed against my clit. The first time it could have been accidental, but then as it continued over and over again, driving me fucking crazy I knew it was him torturing me.

  I lifted my hips, grinding against him as he swiped up and down then dipped just inside me.

  It wasn’t enough to ease any of the tension I was feeling so I growled in agitation.

  “You gonna behave now and not be so grumpy?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.

  “Yes,” I replied instantly, biting my lip to keep from moaning as he rewarded me by sinking all the way inside me. It didn’t last long though as he settled there, but instead of pulling out again, he moved his hips, pressing his cock in different directions, stretching me. “Damn it,” I cursed softly.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and thrusting back in, harder this time. Once the momentum started, I knew it was going to be hard for him to stop. His teeth attacked my neck, one small bite after another he trailed them down to my collar bone.

  I linked my fingers together, squeezing them tightly as his tongue found my nipple, swirling and flicking it as harsh breaths escaped his nose. Even as he rose off me, I held my hands in place, exposing my body to his lust filled gaze, as he grabbed my thighs in his hands and his hips pumped harder.

  My back arched off the table, which was already slightly slick with my sweat, the build up to something amazing heating my body, electrifying it to a point where I thought actual sparks may start to fly around us. His eyes held mine, they were so intense, so filled with emotions that I’d never seen inside a man before—not one who looked at me. It was like he wanted to consume me like he wanted to own me. If that’s what he wanted, I’d so happily hand over the keys to my heart because this man wasn’t like any others I’d ever met. He was sexy, smart and patient. He held himself with strength but never looked down on anyone, never made himself out to be anything other than he was.

  What we had between us was genuine, it was real. There was a connection that I wasn’t even sure I understood, but just knew in my soul that it was there.

  I moaned loudly, the slap of our skin against each other was in a perfect rhythm. “Wrench please,” I groaned, trying to hold my body in place as the power of his thrusts became harder and started to move me backward across the table.

  No, I needed to be closer to him. I could feel the build beginning inside me and I needed it so badly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, anchoring myself to him and forcing him deeper.

  “That’s it, take what you need,” he growled as his hand dipped between my legs and his thumb rubbed at my swollen clit.

  “Shit!” I cried out as the world around me shattered into pieces. I felt like I was falling, but there was no use, I had nothing to grab hold of. My body exploded, and I screamed out his name as the waves of my orgasm rolled over and over. It was so intense, so fucking strong that I wondered whether they would ever stop.

  “Fuck!” he cursed. “You’re squeezing the life out of me.” He grabbed the belt and pulled my body up. Slipping his head through the space in his arms, he positioned me at the edge of the table, my shuddering body held there by him.

  The new angle had me tossing my head back, his cock now pressing upward as he altered his stance and angle. I couldn’t hold on, my arms linked around his neck becoming numb and my hair trailing down my back, tickling my slick skin
. His body moved against mine vigorously, his chest brushing against my hard and sensitive nipples.

  I exploded again, this time, dragging him with me off the side of the cliff as my pussy spasmed tightly around his cock. I somehow managed to grip some of his hair in my captive hands and tugged at it hard, drawing his head back.

  “So. Fucking. Perfect,” he groaned with each jerky thrust as he emptied himself. His hands moved over my body, up my sides, over my breasts, and down my back.

  “Goddamn it,” I said breathlessly as I finally looked up and met his eyes again. His body pressed against mine, his brow pulled together as if he was having trouble standing. It really was perfect. I didn’t want to move. I could have sat there forever, the both of us simply lost in an orgasmic state like nothing else in life mattered.

  Eventually, his eyes came into focus and his hand came up to cup my face. “You are so fucking beautiful. I could watch you come over and over again.”

  I licked my lips and grinned. “If every time is like that, you may just get your wish.”

  “Fuck,” Wrench cursed, waking me from the most peaceful slumber I can remember having in a very long time. I shot up in the bed, looking around as he leaped up and grabbed his jeans from the floor.

  It was then I heard the sounds of motorcycles and my heart stopped. “Op’s dropping off Harlyn this morning.”

  “And you couldn’t tell me this before now?” he snapped.

  I tossed the blankets back and ran over to my drawers, dragging out whatever clothes I could find to put on. The bikes came to a stop outside the apartment, and suddenly I spun around in horror. “Is your bike outside?”

  He was just pulling his cap on, the bill covering his eyes. “No, I walked.”

  Wrench lived at the clubhouse, but he also had an apartment not far from here where his sister lived with her boyfriend. It wasn’t unusual for him to stay there and help her out with the tech stuff that needed doing for her home business.

  Thank God, because if Optimus had seen his bike outside my apartment at eight a.m., the both of us would be dead.

  A few seconds later there was a knock at the door. “Stay here,” I whispered as I shot out of the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind me. When I got to the living room, I let out a soft groan before plucking my clothes that I was wearing last night from various places around the room. “Fucking Wrench, has to toss shit everywhere.”

  BANG. BANG. BANG.

  “Coming,” I called out, my eyes searching for somewhere to stash these until Optimus left. Running out of time, I dived into the kitchen and pulled open the pantry, throwing them inside and slamming it shut. I tried to stop my heart from racing as I jogged over to the front door, inhaling deeply and plastering a smile on my face before pulling it open.

  “Mom,” Harlyn cried, diving on me. The smile didn’t seem so forced then as I giggled softly and wrapped my baby girl in my arms. She held on tight, her arms around my neck and tucking her face in close. I closed my eyes, breathing her in. I’d seen her the day before but had pleaded with Optimus to allow me more time with her.

  Harlyn had been my life for so long.

  The almost six years we were away, I really didn’t have any friends. We lived in a nice apartment and kept to ourselves for the most part. We were fine with each other’s company, and now I’d torn that away from her, from us.

  I looked up, seeing Optimus standing in the doorway, watching us with a soft smile on his lips, Slider and Ham standing just behind him looking much the same.

  I cleared my throat and stepped back. “Sorry… come in.”

  They toed off their heavy boots at the door and made their way inside.

  “You still sleeping?” Op asked, his eyes moving around the room.

  I gave him a tight smile. “Yeah, sorry.”

  He shrugged. “How’s the shop coming?”

  Harlyn pulled back in my arms with a wide grin on her face. “Can we go there again today?”

  I laughed, pecking her softly on the cheek. “It’s closed today, baby girl. I was thinking today felt more like a baking day.”

  She bounced up and down. “Yes! Can we save some for me to take back to the clubhouse tomorrow?”

  I pursed my lips as though I was thinking hard about it. “I don’t know about that, I might eat them all.”

  Harlyn giggled, the sound like a beautiful melody to my ears. “No, we have to share with Daddy.”

  I looked over to Optimus, ready to make some joke about how he doesn’t like cookies, but it fell flat on my lips when I saw what he was holding between two fingers.

  A torn condom wrapper.

  I froze, and just as Harlyn turned to grin at her dad, he tucked it in behind him. “Yeah, I sure would like it if your mom shared with me…”

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I bent and placed Harlyn on the floor. “Say bye to Dad and then go wash your hands,” I told her, pressing my hand on her back. “We better start baking now if we’re gonna feed all these guys.”

  She bounced happily over to Optimus, giving him a quick cuddle and waving goodbye to Slider and Ham as she shot down the hallway to the bathroom.

  Op didn’t miss a beat. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

  “Op… it’s not... I mean…” I couldn’t find the words, my mouth dry and my stomach churning.

  How could I explain that?

  How do you tell the person who’s been taking care of your child, that instead of taking responsibility for her and doing my job as a mother, that I was busy screwing around and having my own fun?

  Slider and Ham both walked silently to the door, while Op came forward, anger flashing in his eyes. “One day soon, we are going to have a little chat about this person you seem to have become.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off. “No. I don’t give a fucking shit what you have to say. Harlyn is at the clubhouse, missing you like crazy, wondering why her mother is too busy for her, wondering why she no longer comes first in your life. And you’re here, fucking God knows what guy instead.”

  “I’m old enough to make my own decisions, Op. Who I sleep with has nothing to do with you,” I argued, trying to find my footing and not let his words, which were so goddamn true, break me down.

  A dark smile flashed across his face, and he tossed the wrapper at me. “You think that, do you? Well, I’m telling you now… when it concerns my fucking child, it has everything to do with me.” He spun on his heel and stomped toward the doorway. I watched in silence as he slipped on his boots and then paused, his eyes looking over to meet mine. “And when I find out who he is—”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t you even dare.”

  He chuckled, shaking his head. “Harlyn needs to be back by six p.m. Have a good day.”

  Then he was gone and I couldn’t move. I stood there, staring at the open door, not knowing what to do next.

  “Mom?” I spun around at the sound of Harlyn’s voice. She smiled excitedly. “Can we bake now?”

  I shook off the dark haze or worry and guilt that had settled over me and as the roar of three motorcycles disappeared down the road and I tried to eradicate the feeling in my gut telling me that this was only the beginning. I cleared my throat, bending down and picking up the condom wrapper, tucking it in my pocket before she could see it.

  “Yeah baby, you know where the book is. Pick a few things you want to bake and start getting the ingredients. I’m just gonna go clean my hands, too.”

  “Okay!”

  I locked the front door before rushing down the hall and bursting into the bedroom. Wrench was sitting at the end of my bed, his elbows rested on his knees and his head hanging down.

  “You need to go,” I said, closing the door behind me and leaning back against it, my legs still shaking. “Op knows I’ve had someone here.”

  He nodded and pushed to his feet. “Yeah, I heard.” When he finally looked up, I could see his features were tight as though he was angry or frustrated. He came forward, lifting
his hand to his hat and twisting it backward, so it wasn’t shading his face. His hands went to my waist, and I melted instantly, a wave of emotions crashing over me.

  “I can’t do this, it’s too much.”

  “You know, he’s right about one thing. We all know that there’s something you’re not telling us, and we know that’s why you’ve let Op have Harlyn.” I cringed with every word he spoke because I knew after tomorrow, shit was going to hit the fan. “If you’d just—”

  “No,” I said sharply, putting my hands on his chest and forcing him back.

  “Come on, Sugar,” he growled, keeping his voice low. “Secrets never stay secrets forever. One day, something’s gonna give, and without any support, shit’s gonna come tumbling down around you.”

  “What I’m doing is to stop that from happening. And if it does, at least Harlyn will be well away from it,” I argued back, shoving him again.

  This time, he refused to move. He clenched his fist, placing it on the wall beside my head and leaning in menacingly. “And then what? Harlyn’s left without a mom? We get to all sit around when she’s older and tell her all about how her mom could still be there with her, but we didn’t do enough to help?”

  “Stop it,” I hissed, slipping under his arm and moving away. “Just get out before Harlyn sees you.”

  “No,” he threw back. “I’m gonna come through the back door and say hey to Harlyn. Maybe hang out for a little bit.”

  I frowned at him. “Why?”

  “Because I like the kid, okay? Heard her laugh before…” he shook his head before leaning back against the bedroom door. “…haven’t heard her that happy in a while. Just would be nice to see her back to that cheeky little kid.”

  My hand reached up and I placed it over my heart. It hurt. As sweet as his words were, as much as I wanted to swoon all over him in that moment, hearing him speak so sweetly about my daughter, all I could feel was pain in my chest.

  A reminder that I needed to hurry up and get this shit sorted.