Family: The Club Girl Diaries Book 5

by Addison Jane

  Things with Blizzard, Rose and Jay were different. The club had rallied around Jay when she lost her mom, but now Blizzard and Rose were so close to gaining custody, they were stepping into the role of parents and for her to see them that way, it made sense for them to have their own space without a lot of people around.

  I walked into the room behind Chelsea. The door into the bedroom had been blocked from the hallway, so the only way to get to it was to come through Leo and my room. Her toys and things were spread through the room, but her bed at this stage was still in with us. It was a process and Leo didn’t want her in there until it was completely finished. However, part of me wondered if he was just trying to hold on to his growing baby a little longer.

  “Will you and Op think of doing something like this when the twins get older?” I asked her as I leaned against the wall.

  She looked down at her large belly, brushing her hand over it fondly. “Maybe. I think Op is looking at building a house.”

  My eyebrows went up. “Really? Where?”

  “There’s some clear space out the back past the fence. It means we could be close, but still have space.” She smiled over at me. “But I don’t know, it would be weird to not be here.”

  I nodded in understanding. Chelsea had been with the club for a long time and Op had lived here most of his life. But with the boys settling down and creating their own families, there needed to be some kind of shift. They had new prospects joining and patching in, and the club was only so big. We were just lucky Op had approved us to alter the rooms like this, knowing that in the future it would probably come in handy for someone else.

  Chelsea cringed, her hand tightening on her stomach and I took two large steps forward, gripping her arm. “Are you all right?”

  She took a deep breath and nodded. “The doctor said I was having Braxton Hicks, fake contractions, or whatever. They just come every now and then and catch me off guard.”

  I smiled. “Bet you can’t wait to get those babies out?”

  She chuckled. “You’re telling me. I can’t wait to see my feet again, I don’t even know if I have matching shoes on.”

  Taking a quick look at her feet, I started to giggle. “That might be a problem if you were actually wearing any.”

  She groaned, throwing her head back. “God, they’re just so swollen, I can’t even tell anymore.”

  “Hey, first lady!” Leo called out, and Chelsea followed me back into the bedroom. “You better go help poor Ham, he’s got some new patches he needs to sew on.” He smirked.

  “What! Optimus didn’t tell me you guys were patching him in today,” she cried in horror as she headed for the door. She stopped to punch Leo in the arm. “You assholes left him to fend for himself with the patches didn’t you?”

  Leo chuckled and held up his hands defensively. “Hey, we all have to learn.”

  She glared at him before stomping out of the room in search of the club’s newest member.

  “What’s the deal with the patches?” I asked curiously but with a smile on my face, happy that the kid was finally recognized for all the hard work he’d done around here. Maybe now he was a member, he’d finally admit his feelings for Meyah.

  Leo pushed the door shut and headed for the bathroom. “We all sew our own patches, but an Old Lady always teaches us how first so we don’t completely fuck it up. There’s an art to it, and sewing on leather is hard as fuck.”

  “So Chelsea is going to teach him to sew?” I asked in confusion as I followed him into the bathroom and watched as he turned on the shower and started to strip. “I didn’t even know she knew how to sew.”

  “It was one of the old timer’s old ladies who used to teach the brothers. But she’s got arthritis in her hands now, so it’s just too hard for her. So Chelsea offered to learn so she could teach all the new prospects,” he explained.

  I leaned against the vanity and folded my arms across my chest. “Wow. Learn something new every day. Wanna tell me why you’re showering?”

  He chuckled as he stepped in under the hot water. “I’ve got a meeting to get to ‘bout the football game. Running a business now, babe. Need to look nice and smell reasonable for the people we’re working with.”

  I snorted. “You say that like you’re gonna wear something other than your club cut.”

  “I’m gonna wear a nice shirt underneath, so why don’t you make that pretty ass useful and go find me a button up.” He winked, but I just rolled my eyes, heading back into the bedroom and pulled out a nicely pressed white shirt from his drawer and laid it in on the bed with a clean pair of jeans and his cut.

  “Damn, I’m good to you,” I joked as I stepped back in the now foggy bathroom.

  “Oh, I know. Now, why don’t you hurry up and get in here so I can thank you properly.” He wiped the glass on the shower screen and suddenly I was looking at a rock hard cock. “Come on, I’ve got five minutes to spare so it’s gonna be hard and fast.”

  It was obvious I completely lacked in any kind of self-control because I quickly started pulling my clothes off and tossing them into a pile by the door. I pulled my hair back into a messy bun before pulling open the shower door and stepping inside. The shower was only a small cubicle and with Leo’s hulking frame inside it, there was little room for anything else, but we made it work.

  His lips quickly captured mine in a deep sensual kiss, our tongues tangling as he backed me against the cold tile wall. Steam swirled around us and Leo altered the spray of the shower so it was hitting us both. The droplets burnt my cool skin for a second, but Leo’s hand grasping my breast soon melted away any other feelings but lust.

  One hand reached behind his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel him against me. His cock pressed flat against my stomach and I raised my other hand, grasping it in my fist and jerking it a few times, enjoying the way he groaned against my lips.

  “I gotta be quick,” he huffed, his eyes lighting on fire as I continued to pull at his length. “Can’t be late.”

  “Then will you just fuck me already?” I giggled softly, not knowing what my words would do to him.

  He grabbed my hips, turning me to face the wall and dragging my ass back against him so that his hard rod was pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I braced my hands against the wall, this position seeming somewhat familiar. He ground his hips against me, using my body to get off. I was about to protest when he dipped lower, the head nudging at my opening.

  “Spread,” he demanded as he reached around and took both my breasts into his hands.

  I moved one leg, spreading myself apart, and inhaling deeply as his hard dick instantly began to fill me. “Holy shit,” I hissed, unprepared for just how deep he managed to settle inside me.

  “Feel good?” he whispered in my ear as he leaned forward and pressed his chest against my back, but all I could do was nod. Water cascaded over the both of us, that heat, mixed with how Leo was teasing me, I was surprised I hadn’t melted to the floor and disappeared down the drain.

  “You wanted to be fucked,” he chuckled, pulling my earlobe with his teeth.

  He started off slow, squeezing one of my breasts and pinching my nipple beneath his fingers, but if there was one thing I could say about this man, it’s that boy can he fucking multitask. His thrusts became harder, longer, faster, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan with every single one as he hit the spot over and fucking over again. My fists clenched, wishing I had something to grasp and twist in them.

  He groaned. “Never get fucking sick of this.”

  “Shut up and fuck me.” The words came out before I even thought about what I was saying and I gasped as he thrust inside me and held himself there, stretching my pussy to its max.

  His lips pressed against my neck. “Wow! Got some bite today do we?”

  I was desperate for some kind of movement, I needed it, I wanted more. “Move Leo, please!”

  “As you wish.”

  The build began again, a slow, heavy feeling, alm
ost like the rumble of thunder as it comes closer and closer in a storm, threatening to rain down on you. The slap of our skin under the water echoed in the bathroom.

  “Shit, you ready, baby?” he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips now.

  One of his hands snaked around, his fingers dipping low and finding my clit. I threw my head back, surprised by the instant jolt of electricity sent fizzing through me, lighting my senses up. “Yes, Leo. Right there.” My legs started to shake and Leo’s arm wrapped around me from behind as my climax overtook, shaking me to my core, my body going up in flames. “Leo!”

  “Damn, baby… so fucking good.” He pressed inside me with two hard forceful thrusts as he came, forcing me forward and pressing my breasts against the tiles. I pressed my cheek against it, trying to bring down the temperature of my body as my orgasm slowly subsided, leaving my heart thumping and my pussy throbbing around Leo’s cock.

  “Christ,” I huffed in between heavy breaths.

  “Yes, that’s me.” He chuckled, nipping at my shoulder as we both shuddered together in the aftermath. “You need to get out now so I can actually get clean.”

  A giggled escaped, followed by a sharp inhale as he pulled out of me. I turned on unsteady feet and glared at him as he went back to his shower, squirting body wash in his hand and rubbing at his body with a wide smirk.

  I rolled my eyes, reaching for the door handle but he grabbed my wrist. I turned to look at him and he dipped his head, pressing a soft and intimate kiss to my lips with a smile. “Love you, woman.”

  “Love you too, caveman.”

  “Tell me!” Hadley moaned in frustration, swatting at my back as I walked down the staircase.

  I chuckled. “That would ruin the surprise.”

  “I don’t like surprises anymore. So tell me,” she tried to reason unsuccessfully. I could practically hear her sulking as she trudged down behind me. Hadley really didn’t like surprises. She liked information. She liked to ask questions and be informed. I think it made her feel secure and safe. Like if she had all the information, she knew how she could protect herself.

  “Christmas is like a week away, you’re so damn impatient, woman,” I grumbled as we hit the main room and I veered toward the bar.

  Hadley slipped her arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to my back. “I’m just gonna go check on Macy.”

  Reaching around, I hooked her around the neck with my arm and pulled her against my chest. “I can see her from here,” I told her, brushed my lips over her soft hair and inhaling her scent. I could see Macy, Jayla, and Harlyn through the patio doors, chasing each other around the playground outside as Jess and Phil watched on. “She’s fine.”

  Hadley shook her head and looked up at me with that stunning smile that just a few months ago had floored me. “Have I ever told you that you’re an amazing dad?”

  I laughed loudly. “Maybe a couple times.”

  “Hey Had, you want a drink?” Skylar asked as she popped up on the other side of the bar.

  Hadley shook her head. “I’ll have to pass. I have a paper to write tonight.”

  Skylar grinned. “I know the feeling. Luckily our professors took pity on us and gave us a few weeks over Christmas, assignment free.”

  Hadley was determined to finish college and get her teaching diploma. It had taken me a long time to convince her to let me help pay for some of the costs because she was so damn stubborn. I just wanted her to be fucking happy, and if teaching hormonal teens with bad attitudes did that then I would support her entirely.

  “I’m kinda hungry, I’ll grab Macy and take her into the dining room to have an early dinner before you lot get the drunk munchies and eat everything in sight,” Hadley said, reaching up on her tiptoes and kissing me on the cheek.

  “I’ll come in soon. I just wanna chat with Ham quickly.” She nodded and ducked out the patio doors.

  It was going to take a while for me and the rest of the club to get used to calling him Shake. It always does take a while when you earn your road name. I searched the room with my eyes until I found Ham sitting on a sofa off to the side of the room with two club girls, Kay and Ash, ‘welcoming’ him to the brotherhood. With his hand palming Ash’s firm ass and his eyes glazed over in what was obviously the result of already too many beers, I was about to tell him to take it to a room until the kids had gone to bed.

  We had some pretty wild parties, and when that was the case, it wasn’t unusual to see brothers and girls fucking out in the open. But with the kids still awake, we all knew it wasn’t appropriate.

  “Meyah…” Hearing Hadley call my niece’s name, my eyes flicked to the open doorway where she stood staring at Ham with wide eyes and tears already dripping down her cheeks. I cringed and took a step forward at the same time Ham pushed the girls away and stumbled to his feet.

  Meyah, though, didn’t wait around. She shot back out the door like hellfire was on her heels. My eyes met Hadley’s, and she shook her head. “Watch Macy, I’ll go.”

  I huffed out a harsh breath but nodded. Looking over to Ham, I half expected to have to grab him and stop him from going after Meyah too, but all he did was stumble toward the bar and drop onto a stool a few feet from me. Skylar shot me a sympathetic glance as I approached and she slipped the kid another beer.

  “You should really slow down,” I warned cautiously.

  “Shouldn’t you be punching me in the face or something?” he scoffed, looking up at me. I could see pain in his eyes, pain I wasn’t used to feeling from him. Ham was usually very level-headed and always had a smile on his face.

  I leaned against the bar as I took him in.

  This definitely was something new.

  “Because of Meyah?”

  He threw back a mouthful of his beer. “You saw her face.”

  “Meyah is a teenage girl, I saw that face from her when Zayn left One Direction.” A small giggle from the end of the bar had me turning and narrowing my eyes on Skylar. She held her hands up in surrender but didn’t bother to wipe the amused look off her face. “Anyway… what I mean is, girls her age get hurt easily. But you just need to talk to them, explain things.”

  Ham shook his head. “She’s too young. She looks at me like I’m her hero…”

  “And you look at her like she’s the center of your universe,” I countered, obviously startling him. “I’m not an idiot. I see the way you watch her. I love Meyah like she’s my own daughter, and I will protect her from anything and everything I think may hurt her. But I also see how much you care about her.”

  He continued to shake his head but I knew. “She’s too young.”

  “That your only excuse?” I challenged. “What are you scared of?”

  He slammed his bottle down on the bar, startling the people around us. I caught Optimus’ eye over the top of Ham’s head and he raised his brows in question, silently asking if he needed to step in. I shook my head once, indicating I would deal with it.

  “Lost my parents when I was eighteen,” he started, surprising me. “My brother and sister were taken into foster care, but because I was eighteen, I suddenly had nothing. There was a small bit of insurance money which let me get an apartment, and I worked my ass off to make a place where I could have my younger siblings, but the courts said no every single time.”

  I listened intently, remembering briefly a year ago when he came to join the club, his explanation about his life and his background searches. His parents were killed by a drunk driver on their way to pick up Ham from baseball practice one night. They were killed on impact and the kids were torn apart. A couple of relatives had stepped forward to claim the kids, but because of previous criminal histories for stupid shit like drugs charges from when they were younger and an assault charge for a bar fight, the court denied them access. So Ham’s only choice was to fight for them himself, and prove that he could support his younger brother and sister who were twelve and sixteen at the time.

  “My brother Romeo walked away from foster care
wanting nothing to do with me. My sister Phee did a runner from her last group home and I haven’t seen or heard from her for a couple years. Lost my parents, lost my siblings, lost everything. This is the first time I’ve actually had safety and security and support and people who give a shit about me, in a very long time.” He gripped his beer bottle in his hand. “I need to find myself before I let someone else in. I’m finally becoming someone I can be proud of, becoming a man who can take care of his shit. But I’m not quite there yet, and if I fell in love now and lost her, I just don’t know how I would cope.”

  I let his words work through me, but I couldn’t help but be surprised by his admissions. I never would have expected him to be harboring this much pain inside him.

  “Meyah just turned eighteen. She should go to college. Live life and shit,” he murmured, pushing to his feet and throwing back the last few drops in his beer bottle.

  I got it.

  I understood exactly where he was coming from.

  He’d felt a lot of pain in his life. It was common for people like Ham to join the club. Sometimes it was enough to heal them, to show them the brotherhood and support that they craved and that they had been missing. We were more than outlaws or rough assholes who rode motorcycles. We were a group of men who had each other’s backs and sometimes, that was exactly what you needed.

  “Meyah!” I yelled as I watch the young girl jog across the gravel toward the front gate. “Meyah, stop!”

  As though my words had a sudden effect on her, she froze. Her shoulders slumped and she turned, tears streaking her cheeks. “I’m stupid, aren’t I?” she sniveled when I finally reached her.

  “Oh, sweetie…” I sighed, pulling her into my arms and cradling her against my chest. “No, you’re not stupid. You’re young, and when we’re young, our hearts haven’t had time to build a resistance against idiot males just yet.”