Laken (The Phoenix Club Girl Diaries Book 2)

by Addison Jane

  My heart was stuttering.

  It was one thing people knowing what happened, but for some reason, letting them see the evidence of my horrible life choices, that was a new level I wasn’t sure I was at just yet. “I… I started doing it when I began stripping with Kenz,” I explained, clearing my throat a couple of times when it got too dry. “I couldn’t have people asking questions. It’s not every day some chick walks in with gunshot wounds.”

  “You’re right,” he agreed, stepping in and reaching out, his hand curling around my hip and his thumb brushing over the scar right at the bottom of my abdomen. “Not everyone gets shot five times and survives.”

  My entire body tingled when his thumb swept over the scar.

  I jumped back.

  It wasn’t a sensation I’d felt before.

  No one had ever touched them.

  Not purposely. Not directly.

  Myth came forward again, but when I thought he was about to reach for me, he leaned past, pulling the shower door open just enough to push the lever on and send a flow of water spurting out. “What are you…” I paused for a second, the words getting lost on my tongue as he hung his club cut on the back of the door before grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it up over his head. The T-shirt hit the floor, and he reached for the button on his jeans.

  A familiar warmth began swirling in the bottom of my stomach, moving downward, my pussy instantly beginning to throb with need. I turned away, bracing my hands on the sink and shaking my head. “What exactly are you doing?”

  “We’re gonna shower.”

  There was a thud, his heavy belt hitting the floor with his jeans and forcing me to clench my legs together a little tighter, fighting the urge to turn and look. Instead, I kept eye contact with myself and fought the nervous smile that was threatening to expose me. “Are we now?”

  Myth stepped in behind me, his hands falling to my hips, using my body to hide himself as we both looked in the mirror. He pulled me back against him as his eyes scanned over my body in the mirror. I felt my muscles tensing, waiting for his eyes to linger, though they never did, waiting for him to see the scars and know all my secrets. But the truth was, he already knew.

  His eyes finally found mine again, and I sunk back, a sucker for that golden warmth that constantly wrapped around my body when he looked at me. He held my eyes, reaching up to pull my hair away before he pressed his lips to my shoulder. They were soft and gentle, lighting my senses on fire as he moved up the curve of my neck. The light beard he had going on was another sensation altogether, the rough texture almost sharp, but at the same time, ticklish. It was a strange sensation, a mixture of hard and soft that felt fucking perfect.

  I tilted my head to the side, my hand covering his at my hip and pushing my hips back, grinding gently against him, silently asking for more.

  “Come on.”

  “Myth…”

  My heart was climbing, it was confused about what the hell was going on. I should have been running, hiding, making excuses, and spilling lies.

  But that part of me was done.

  Myth knew my secrets, and there was nothing left to hide. He knew the story, he could see the remnants of my pain and bad choices, and he wasn’t looking at me like I was a monster.

  And for a moment, neither was I.

  My protest was weak, and I knew he would never take no for an answer, following behind me as he directed me to the small shower cubical. “Uh… am I going to take my underwear off?” I asked suddenly, pausing at the shower door.

  “Up to you.”

  I licked my lips, feeling his hard cock grow as it pressed against my ass.

  “On or off,” he growled.

  “Off.”

  He pinched the back of my bra, and it dropped to the floor. I tried to pretend like I wasn’t impressed and just rushed to catch up, shuffling my panties down my legs and quickly kicking them to the side. My skin felt hot, and I could imagine the flush that covered me right now.

  How the hell did he make me feel this way?

  I’d spent years taking my clothes off for men, allowing them to touch me, to have my body and do what they wanted with it. So why was I standing there like a virgin who’d never seen a dick before?

  Because you weren’t just letting him have your body.

  He was getting right inside your mind.

  “Holy shit!” I gasped, stepping under the stream of cold water and quickly turning to get the hell out of there. Myth chuckled, catching me before I could get too far and lifting me off the ground before forcing us both in under the water and pulling the door shut behind him. “It’s cold!”

  “Refreshing, though, right?”

  I started to giggle, then stopped and gasped. “Oh crap, you’re not meant to get that wet!” I pointed to the butterfly stitches across his head. If they got wet, they might come off.

  “Are you always this stressed?” he groaned, stepping forward and pressing my back against the cold shower wall. With one hand, he twisted the knob, and instantly, I felt the warm water begin to trickle down over him and onto me.

  I refused to look down, but his hard cock was now standing at attention and pressed against my stomach. All it would take was for him to reach between my legs, and one swipe through my pussy would tell him just the opposite. I was soaked, my clit beating in time with my heart, almost like it was calling out to him, begging him to touch it.

  But instead, he reached out and took my hand, drawing it to his shoulder and placing my fingertips over a scar that was there. It was small and circular. “When I was a kid, a friend got a bow and arrow set. He was trying to shoot an apple off my head, and it went straight through my shoulder.” He traced it using my fingers, and I couldn’t help but be completely and utterly focused on it, and the story he was telling. “My friend didn’t speak to me again ‘cause his mom took the set away. Apparently, it was my fault for getting shot.”

  I cleared my throat, stifling a giggle. “That could have gone through your eye.”

  “I was seven, and my ADHD told me it was a good idea.”

  Shaking my head, my eyes followed silently as he moved my hand across his body to the outside of his arm.

  This scar was a lot longer, a lot sharper, and very straight. “Little brother and I pretending to sword fight… with my mom’s sharp knives.”

  His abdomen. “Guy from a rival club came at me while I was locked up with a sharpened toothbrush.”

  Above the curve of his hip. “Appendix removed.”

  I was fascinated with learning about the marks on his body, my eyes obsessed with knowing more, knowing what he’d been through, what made him tick.

  “They’re pretty horrible, right?”

  The smile I’d been unable to keep off my face quickly dropped. “What? No, I…”

  Myth grinned, reaching for my face and brushing my hair back. “You don’t want to talk about them, that’s fine,” he murmured, pulling my body in against his, drawing our lips close. “But no more hiding them. You need to stop looking in the mirror and seeing them as evidence of a weak moment and start seeing them as a time when you were strong. When you survived.”

  I stared up into those golden eyes, and I felt so warm.

  He was the sun.

  And I didn’t give a damn if I fell into his atmosphere and burned to pieces.

  I couldn’t pull back now.

  “No more hiding them?”

  My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest, but I forced a nod. “Okay.”

  “Good girl.” He pressed his lips to mine, the sweet and sultry kiss starting off slow, his lips studying mine, learning every single dip and curve. I soaked it all in, framing his face in my hands and pulling, needing more, not wanting him to hold anything back.

  Suddenly, he pressed his hand to my stomach and ushered me back, pressing me against the wall again. I was breathing heavy, my head light, and my pussy aching with need.

  Myth was so much more than anything I had i
magined. I thought I knew him, his stats, his numbers, and the way he fought, but I guess I wasn’t the only one hiding pieces of myself behind a hard exterior. My brow knotted as I watched him sink to his knees in front of me, his lips pressing light kisses down my stomach and around the curve of my hip.

  I pressed my hands flat against the wall behind me when he took my knee and hooked it over his shoulder, opening my pussy to him. This man, he waited for fucking nothing, leaning in and swiping his tongue through my folds before swirling the tip around my clit.

  My whole body jerked, my legs buckling for a second before he caught me.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped, looking down at him with my mouth hanging open.

  “Just as good as I imagined,” he groaned, repeating the process over and fucking over again until I was grinding my pussy against his face and pleading with him. “More?” He sucked my clit into his mouth and slowly pressed two thick fingers inside me. I lifted up on my toes, leaning my head back and arching my back away from the wall.

  He pressed them in and out, faster and fucking faster as his mouth covered my clit, his tongue like fucking magic. My orgasm teetered just on the edge, but there was something else, I desperately needed something to push me over that edge.

  I grabbed my breasts while looking down at Myth as I pinched my nipples between my fingers. His eyes lit up, and I squeezed tighter and tighter until that short, sharp pain sent me flying. “Oh God, yes,” I moaned loudly, my hips pressing so hard against his face, I was almost scared I was going to hurt him. I just couldn’t stop. I’d never felt anything so fucking explosive, my entire body shuddering like an earthquake moving through me as I came all over his face.

  Myth pulled back, holding me up at the hips as he rose to his feet.

  I couldn’t breathe, my entire body felt like it was on fire and in the best fucking way. I reached out, grabbing the back of his head and dragging his lips to mine. Water rushed all over us, getting in my face, making it hard to breathe, but I couldn’t help but swipe my tongue over his lips, eager to know what the hell it was he thought was so good.

  Myth groaned against my mouth. “You like the taste of your pussy?”

  I fought for breath, unable to speak but nodding my head.

  He held up his two fingers, the fingers I knew had been deep inside me, lighting the firecracker that had exploded. I leaned in, swiping my tongue over them, noticing just how covered they were, how fucking much I’d come. He held them out, and I covered them with my mouth, sucking them in between my lips and allowing my tongue to lick them clean before I pulled back, satisfied, but at the same time, feeling that need begin to grow again.

  He pressed the water controls, and the flow cut off, then the door flew open, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him, shaky legs and fucking all. “Need to get nice and deep,” he mumbled when we reached the bed. What I didn’t expect was him turning to me, lifting my body off the floor at my hips and tossing me—fucking tossing me onto the bed.

  I bounced, the giggles getting the better of me. “I left the shower dirtier than when I got in it, and now my bed is wet.”

  “Things are about to get a lot wetter,” he warned. This rough texture to his voice instantly had every single one of my senses pausing for a moment to appreciate the tone. He reached out, grabbing my ankle and pulling it toward him before climbing onto the bed and moving between my welcoming legs.

  “Protection?” he rasped, grabbing his cock and stroking it so hard it almost seemed painful. I rolled my tongue along my lip as if I was anticipating what it would feel like in my mouth. “Lake, I don’t have much patience here.”

  “Um… yeah, I have to be… I saw the club doctor the other week…” It was almost painful to say the words, the reminder not so fucking nice that technically I was here for this. This was my fucking job, and yet, I didn’t want it to be. Not anymore. Not with him.

  He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of me and leaning in. “The club girl thing is done. If we’re doing this, it’s us only. We can take our time, we can move slow, and see what happens, but while we figure it out, you’re mine, at my side, and riding bitch on my bike.”

  Yes.

  Yes, to everything.

  I wanted to explore this more.

  I wanted to see where this goes.

  And I want him.

  Just him.

  All him.

  “Yes, sir.” I nodded, pulling a grin across his serious face as he sat back, taking his cock into his hand and brushing the head through my wetness, bumping it against my clit. I hummed happily and arched my back, lifting my hips, searching for more.

  “You want it?” he taunted, doing it again and earning him the same response.

  “Yes.”

  “I kinda liked the… yes, sir.”

  I didn’t falter. I was going to give him whatever he wanted because I just needed him. “Yes. Sir.”

  Myth drove his hips forward, not even allowing me a moment to adjust to his thickness, and for a moment, it was so deep I thought it might come out my throat. I gripped the bedsheet in my hands, twisting it in my fingers as he drew back and then thrust straight back in.

  He leaned forward, his arms tucking underneath my body and holding me tight while his lips fell by my ear. “I can’t hold back,” he growled, his lips brushing my earlobe. “You want long and soft, we got time, but right now, I need hard and fast.”

  So did I.

  My body was aching to come.

  “Then stop playing around and just fuck me,” I murmured.

  “You wanna be fucked?”

  “Hard.”

  One hard thrust up inside me forced a gasp from my lips, but it was quickly followed by a loud groan. I threw my head back, feeling the knots start to build as Myth ravaged my body, slamming so hard and deep inside me I knew I was never going to be able to get up off this bed and shower after unless he carried me.

  “Yes!” I hissed as he drove faster, and he dipped his head to my neck. He bit softly then soothed the sting with kisses.

  My pussy took everything he gave me, and the next orgasm hit me like a fucking freight train, not even giving me time to prepare like the last one. “Myth. Yes. There…”

  He slammed his mouth down over mine, holding my body as I shuddered and swallowed every ecstasy-filled moan. It was like those dreams where you wake up and feel like your falling. My body jumped, my heart leaping into my throat.

  “Fucking tight,” he growled, slamming two short, sharp thrusts into me before holding it deep, the low rumbling in his chest letting me know he was filling me to the brim. He didn’t pull back, just nuzzled his face into my neck, his beard tickling my skin and making me laugh while I was still trying to catch my breath and stop my body from feeling like it was going to float away.

  “Should we have that shower now?” he asked, lifting his body so he could see my face.

  I held my arms out. “You’re gonna have to carry me. My legs are no way going to hold my body up any time soon.”

  “And you think mine are gonna hold both of us?” He smirked, ducking down and pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “You’re on your own.” Then he ducked out, leaving his cum dripping from me, and my bedsheets wet from where we climbed out of the shower.

  “Next time you need an alibi, I’m going to be busy,” I called, hearing the water turn on.

  But all I heard in response was deep laughter.

  And honestly, it brought the biggest smile to my face.

  “Dammit.”

  LAKEN

  My eyes flicked to the rearview mirror and the angelic-looking teenager who was curled up against the window sleeping.

  “How’s Brook feeling?” I asked as we slowly drove through Phoenix, headed for the highway, the rumble of motorcycles like surround sound in a movie theater. It was almost a calming sound, the constant hum outside the window a reminder we weren’t traveling alone.

  There were guys three ahead, three behind, two cars in th
e middle—Kennedy, Brook, and I, and Dakota and Meyah behind us.

  We were heading to Los Angeles.

  It may not have seemed like the best idea for a group of bikers trying to hide from the spotlight, but Kennedy, Repo, and Brook had been heading that way to look at schools. And believe it or not, I learned a long time ago that instead of putting myself in situations where I stood out, it was a hell of a lot easier to simply blend in.

  In Phoenix, the media could have stood at the clubhouse gates for days and days with nothing better to do, not a single other person to photograph or stalk. But in L.A., celebrities were losing their fucking shit left, right, and center, and I was relying on that to keep our stuff in the shadows.

  I eyed Kennedy out of the corner of my eye as she inhaled deeply and shook her head. “She’s hanging in there.” She sighed, her eyes drifting to Brook before returning to the road ahead of us. “Doctor said she had a couple of bruised ribs, but they’d heal pretty quickly. It’s not really her body I’m worried about, though, it’s her mind.”

  “Kenz, she’s a fighter,” I assured her with a confident smile. “Brook has been battling through for years, and this is just another little speed bump in the way.”

  “That’s what I fucking hate,” she insisted in a stern whisper, shifting uncomfortably. “She has been putting up with this shit for years. And how the hell is that fair? Why did I think it was the best choice?”

  “Because it was.”

  “Maybe it wasn’t,” she argued, her voice catching as she fought back the emotion, her eyes constantly looking back at the one part of her family she had left. The one person on this earth she would walk away from Repo for. The one person she would give up her own happiness to protect. Kennedy cleared her throat. “Maybe it wasn’t the right thing.”

  The silence in the car for those few seconds felt like a thick fog settling. I could hear the tears in her voice, and it honestly felt like someone was ripping strips off my heart. She was second-guessing herself. Second-guessing the hell she went through. Second-guessing the choice she made when there was no other fucking choice.

  “What if I’d let her be put in foster care? What if I’d let someone else who wasn’t so fucked-up take care of her?”