Hadley (The Club Girl Diaries Book 3) (6 page)

“She’s also super sweet,” Chelsea cut in. “She’s in there helping Ham entertain the kids while the other girls sit on their asses and do their nails.”

Chelsea liked Hadley. It was completely obvious. I think it was possibly because she reminded Chelsea of herself.

Chelsea and Harmony were always the two that would go out of their way to make sure that Macy was looked after, and had everything she needed before they thought about themselves. They were here to have fun, go to school, and look after the men that they adored. They weren’t here for a free ride like some of the club girls.

It was funny to see the difference between the club girls that came and went. Some just wanted to look good, being with a biker made them feel powerful, higher than other women. Those were the ones that would go out of their way to drag someone else down if it meant they had the chance at being an Old Lady and owning a brother.

On the other hand, you had the girls like Harm and Chelsea, who were here with no expectations other than to live life and support the men.

Hadley? She was something else.

I wasn’t exactly sure what just yet.

But all I knew was that I was going to find out.

“Need another drink,” I muttered, not even sure if anyone heard me as they all began their own conversations about nothing.

I stepped inside, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness before zeroing in on what I wanted. There was a lot of noise and laughter as five kids dodged and weaved through tables and chairs while Hadley tried to catch them with a blindfold over her eyes.

I smirked. Making my way toward her. “Ham, take the kids back outside. Let them burn off some energy.”

Harlyn took off out the door immediately, the other four running after her. Macy stopped for a brief second, her little body wrapping around my leg in a quick hug before she disappeared too. Ham trudging along behind her—the life of a prospect.

Hadley began to disentangle the makeshift blindfold from her eyes, but I grabbed her hand. “Leave it.” I guided her through the mess of tables to the hallway. She followed my lead, not speaking, just allowing me control. And I couldn’t help but love it.

I opened the door to the meeting room where we held church, closing it softly with my foot as I guided her with my hands at her hips over to the table. Spinning her body to face me, I lifted her onto the hard wooden surface.

“Leo?” Her hand reached out, touching my face softly. Her fingers danced across the scruff of my beard. I positioned myself between her legs, spreading them to allow me to move closer. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing what we started.” My mouth claimed hers in a second, not even allowing her a chance to take a breath. Her lips were soft and supple, a perfect contrast to the way I was about to attack them.

Her hands clutched at my cut, pulling her body up and leaning into the kiss. She wanted this as much as I did. One of my hands went to her throat, and I used my thumb to angle her jaw upward into the position I wanted it. The other went to her lower back, pushing her body forward so her center was pressed right against the aching bulge in my jeans.

Fuck. I was so hard for her I could barely stand it. I desperately wanted to rip them off and shove my cock into her warm wet mouth. Any other club whore and I would have done just that, but not with her. I wanted to take my time. Explore her. Find out what makes her hot, what turns her on. Our mouths dueled, and when I finally pulled back, she was completely breathless.

“Op told us to stay away from you guys until the family was gone.”

The blindfold still covered her eyes, part of me wanted to see them, but the devil in me needed her to keep it on. I wanted her to feel everything. She would have to rely on her senses. It would make it all that much more intense and heighten her pleasure. And right now, I was desperate to give her as much pleasure as she could handle.

“Don’t give a shit what Op said. I came to you. I get to do whatever the fuck I like,” I told her, my lips brushing at the side of her mouth. My hand still around her throat, I moved it lower so my palm was against her chest. Pushing gently, I coaxed her back so she was lying against the hard wood.

I watched her mouth as my hands guided down her body, drifting over the curve of her breasts and over her flat stomach. She licked her lips, the movement making me want her mouth again.

But I had better ideas.

I wanted to taste her.

I worked her jeans open, hooking my fingers inside and pulling them down her legs before tossing them over my shoulder. I could hear her breaths becoming shallower, like the excitement of what was happening was stealing the air from her lungs, and she was fighting to breathe.

She had on a sexy pair of red lacy boy short panties and with her legs spread to the side, I could already see the wetness in their center. I palmed my cock, attempting to tame him so I wouldn’t just drop my pants and thrust straight into her.

The panties came off next. Her pussy lips glistening with moisture as she lay bared to me. Ready and waiting.

“Leo,” she whispered softly.

“It’s coming, baby. Be patient,” I reassured her as I just took the moment to appreciate her beauty.

“I need you,” she pleaded again.

I picked up each of her legs and placed her heels on the edge of the table. My hands worked their way up the smooth skin of her thighs as I lowered my head. They wormed under her shirt and bra, and I palmed both her breasts firmly as my tongue came out and ran the entire length of her slit.

She sucked in a deep breath, and it shook as the tip of my tongue hit her clit. “Oh my gosh.”

Oh my fucking gosh, was right.

She tasted amazing. I pulled her nipples in between my fingers as I went back for more.

I licked and sucked like a starving man.

Her hips and back bowed off the table, craving more, searching for my mouth.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Leo… fuck… more… please.” Her hands scratched at the table. Something was building inside her, and it was driving her crazy. I was fucking making her crazy. My mouth continued its work, lapping at the tiny bud and sending pleasure soaring through her.

One of her hands reached for my head, her fingers threading through my hair. It was just long enough for her to grip between the spaces of her fingers.

Her hips moved as she used my mouth and tongue to get her to where she wanted to be.

I released one of her breasts and brought my hand down, pushing two thick fingers into her tight hole. The sounds of her moans filled the room as I pumped them in and out.

“Holy shit, it’s coming.”

Feeling her whole body shudder beneath me was something I would never forget. Seeing her so overcome with ecstasy was almost all the release I needed. I can’t explain how seeing her happy and sated made me feel. She was so goddamn beautiful, but when she came, fuck. She looked like an angel. It made me desperate to see it again. I wanted to watch as she fell apart in my hands.

I moved back and her body fell limp against the table. But I wasn’t done yet. “Take the blindfold off.”

She made quick work of it, tossing it across the table and squinting as she tried to accommodate the light in the room. When her eyes finally found mine, they were sparkling.

I pulled my cut over my shoulders and placed it on the table, grabbing the neck of my shirt next and pulling it over my head. She pushed her body up off the surface so she was sitting in front of me. I hadn’t realized before how perfect this table was in height. Her eyes stayed looking up at me as her hands reached for my pants. I snatched my wallet from my back pocket and pulled out a condom before she continued on her mission. First, the belt buckle, a flick of a button and the slow torturous pull on the zip and they were falling to the floor.

She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my abdomen, her eyes still meeting mine through her long thick eyelashes. I think we could both feel it. There was something different about this. Something that felt more than just a quick fuck in a back room. Her lips slipped across the contours of my body as her fingers reached into my cotton briefs and wrapped around my hard length. I was wound so tightly it was almost painful, the gentle squeeze she gave it almost enough to set me off right there.

My briefs soon joined my jeans on the floor. Her free hand gently covered mine while her other stroked me lightly. It was erotic, sensual almost, the way she slipped the tiny foil packet from my fingers and raised it to her mouth. She made quick work of tearing it open with her teeth, but slow work the way she rolled it onto me.

I put my hand on her back and pulled her right to the edge of the table so she was slightly off it. Her wetness rubbed against the base of my dick, already coating it. I used one hand to cup her face and the other lined me up with her entrance.

I really needed to thank whoever made this table.

I couldn’t help myself. With one quick thrust, I was inside her. Her mouth dropped open in shock. She tried to lean her head back, pushing her chest forward but I wouldn’t let her. I held her face in my hand, forcing her to look up at me as I pulled back and thrust up inside her again.

She gasped loudly, her fingernails piercing my skin as she clutched onto my sides.

With every powerful push of my hips, she got louder, spurring me on. “Leo,” she cried as my pace increased.

I dipped my head, swallowing her moans as I pulled in and out of her. Even with the condom on I knew that she felt like silk. She was soaked and wanting more. Our tongues fought for power, she met every stroke with one of her own. It was sexy and intimate and everything I wanted it to be. She was everything I wanted. Beautiful, confident, passionate and caring.

I wanted to possess her.

Our bodies were both slick with sweat. The room was heating up around us and filled with noises of pleasure and delight.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered in between breaths. “Please, don’t stop.”

I could feel it building inside me too. I hadn’t fucked in the last week since I got back from Troy, and Hadley was going to be on the receiving end of this short but epic release.

She clutched to me as I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the table. Her legs hooked onto my waist and she threw her head back, as I used every ounce of power in my body to give her what she was reaching for.

My lips went to her neck as she fell apart in my arms. “God, Leo!”

Every part of her squeezed around me, the sensation setting me off, lights flashing in my eyes as I came hard inside her with a low groan. “Fuck.”

The room was quiet, the only noises came from our heavy panting. I placed her back on the table, she was still clinging to me like a lifeline. I placed my palms on the surface, trying to steady myself as my legs shook, the power of my release taking me by surprise.

Her head came forward, and her forehead rested against my chest. Her breath cool against my hot skin. “That was… intense.”

“No shit,” I rumbled.

“Holy shit.” Her face lifted up to look at me. And instinctually I dipped my head to take her mouth in a gentle kiss.

This whole thing had been strange. The feelings surging through me were off the charts. They were primal and overpowering. The need to have her. The want.

At this point, I was usually done. I’d step away, sort myself out and that was that.

But this kiss, the not wanting to let go, it told me I wasn’t done.

Not with her.

Far from it.

I was still attempting to catch my breath.

My mind was spinning and my body still tingling from the crazy high Leo had just given me. He still hadn’t let me go. Even as he pulled out of me his manhood was still stiff as a rod, the full condom still attached. One of his hands found its way into my hair, pulling the strands from my face.

I was lost for words.

The gorgeous man standing in front of me was nothing I expected to find when I’d come here. The sweet way he touched his lips to mine, much like two lovers would kiss after they shared their bodies with one another.

We weren’t meant to be lovers.

He was a brother, I was a club girl.

We were meant to please them, and not think twice when they walked away moments after. It had happened to me the past few weeks I’d been here. It didn’t worry me, there was never an attachment, and both parties were always satisfied at the end.

But Leo wasn’t walking away. He was caressing my cheek and holding my body against his. My hands ran over his muscles, tracing the lines of the many tattoos that decorated his torso and arms. Some were new, brighter than the others. A few, though, looked dark and faded, like they had been there for a very long time and weren’t as professional.

“What are you thinking about?” I finally found the courage to ask.

“Not really sure.” Came his honest answer. “Can’t really explain what’s going around in my head right now.”

I licked my lips. “Neither can I.”

It was obvious we’d both felt the connection between us. But neither of us were really sure what it was or what to do with it. I hadn’t felt this way about a man for a very long time. I was finding it hard to comprehend how it had seemed to blindside me so hard. There was a soft knock on the door and both our heads swung to look at it.

“Leo?”

“Yeah,” he answered, Ham’s muffled voice.

“Optimus wants everyone outside for a bit.”

Leo turned back to me before he replied, “Be there in a minute.” He waited until he was sure Ham had gone before he gathered me against him and lifted me off the edge of the table. I slipped down his body until my feet hit the floor. The top of my head barely reached Leo’s chest.

He shuffled back, trying not to trip as his pants still encompassed his ankles. I made quick work of finding my jeans, but I couldn’t for the life of me find my panties.

“Leo, where did you…” my voice trailed off as I looked up to see them hanging from his finger.

He already had his pants pulled up, but they were still unbuttoned. I reached out to take them from him, but he pulled his hand away, smirking as I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Can I have my underwear back, please?”

He shook his head. “Put your jeans on without them. It’ll make it easier for me later.”

“Later?”

“Yeah. Now I know how good you taste, I can’t wait to have more.” His words sent a tiny shiver through me. Two orgasms later and just a simple sentence had me ready to go again. “Get dressed. Op can be an impatient bastard sometimes.”

I rushed to pull my jeans on and straighten my hair. Not that it made any difference because Op met my eyes the second we stepped out of the doorway together. I cringed, but Leo placed his hand on my back and pushed me forward. He was either completely oblivious or unashamed.

Macy ran over and Leo bent down, picking her up and throwing her onto his shoulders. We found an open space off to the side as everyone gathered around on the grass.

Op and Chelsea stood hand-in-hand and at the head of the crowd. “Just wanted to say thank you to everyone for coming and helping us celebrate bringing a new member into our family.” Chelsea placed a hand on her stomach and smiled softly. “We do have one more thing to tell you, though.”

Optimus smirked and looked down at Chelsea.

She cleared her throat and smiled. “We’re having twins.”

There was stunned silence for a few seconds as everyone seemed to process that bit of information before I saw Harmony leap off Kit’s lap and run toward her friend. Everyone around us began to hoot and holler and cheer, the men moving forward to pat their brother on the back and lift Chelsea into massive hugs.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess Kat was right,” Rose said as she stepped in next to me. “Op does have monster sperm.”

Leo chuckled and moved Macy off his shoulders. She was still clapping happily along with the crowd, I was pretty sure she had no idea why, though.

“Gonna go over,” he said. “Can you look after the brat for a minute?”

I reached out and took Macy from his arms, hooking her onto my hip. “Sure.”

His hand drifted down my arm as he moved away. “Thanks.”

I looked to Rose, who seemed to be eyeing the interaction curiously. She opened her mouth to say something, but Macy managed to get in first.

“What a twin?” she asked, still smiling.

I smiled back at her. “It means instead of one baby in Chelsea’s tummy, she’s got two.”

Macy turned to look over at where Chelsea was still being crowded by men and women before returning her attention to me. “How they fit?”

Rose giggled.

“They’re only very little right now,” I explained. “They will get bigger and bigger.”

She screwed up her nose. “How they get in there?”

I cleared my throat. “You know what? I think your daddy would be much better at explaining that than I would. You should ask him.”

She nodded. “I ask him.”

“I’d love to hear that response.” Rose laughed.

Blizzard stepped up beside Rose holding Jayla. She was a beautiful little girl, with long black hair that framed her heart shaped face. She looked nothing like Rose or Blizzard, but that was because biologically, she wasn’t theirs.

Rose said her mother had been killed. She worked as a stripper at X-Rated, and the club had claimed her. She’d taken to Blizzard, and when Rose came along, both Jayla and Blizzard had fallen in love with her too.

There was still custody drama surrounding them. The courts yet to appoint anyone her permanent caregivers. But as far as they were concerned, Jayla belonged to them, and they were going to fight tooth and nail to keep her. The club backing them the whole way.

“Babies?” Jayla asked looking at Rose.

Rose nodded. “Yeah, two babies in Chelsea’s tummy. Maybe later Blizzard can explain to you how they got there.” She grinned up at Blizzard whose face seemed to pale slightly.

Jayla looked at him and nodded. “How?”

I tried to smother my laughter with a cough, but his eyes zeroed in on me. “Maybe you should ask Hadley. She seemed to be practicing how with Leo just a few minutes ago.”

Rose thought this was completely hilarious.

I was not so amused.

“Hadley.” I was thankful for Ham’s interruption as he weaved through people to get to us. “Security says there’s a delivery guy at the gate with a package for you. It needs your signature.”

Suddenly, everything around me turned into a blur. “What kind of package?” I asked in a daze. Not even really knowing how I managed to form the question or words.

“A box, I think?” he answered.

I passed Macy to Rose, who took her from my arms without question.

I briefly heard Blizzard order someone to get Leo, and heavy footsteps came after me as I jogged around the crowd and out through the space in the concrete wall which separated the back area from the front of the compound.

“Hadley, stop!” Blizzard ordered sternly from behind me, but my eyes were focused on where I was going.

There was a postal truck on the other side of the large gates, and three men in dark clothing standing around outside.

“Hadley!” Blizzard grabbed my arm and pulled me to a standstill. He spun me to face him, his features serious, almost scary. “We need to wait for Leo.”

My brain was mush. All I wanted to do was get that package and hide it away.

I knew it was from him.

The Brothers by Blood didn’t get mail here. They had a postal box in town where everything was sent for the members who lived at the clubhouse. Any big packages that required a signature were left at the post office until they could be signed for. That was where Skins had sent the packages he’d forwarded me. They’d never come to the gate.

A flurry of footsteps pulled my attention. “What’s going on?” Leo asked as he jogged over to us, Optimus, Wrench, and Kit following close behind him.

“There’s a delivery truck here with a package for Hadley,” Blizzard answered, finally releasing my arm now he had back up.

“I need to sign for it,” I told Leo. I just wanted to get the damn package and be done. I didn’t even want to open it. I knew what it would be.

He looked down at me, his face no longer happy and bright like he’d been ten minutes ago. “You aren’t signing for anything.”

He stormed forward, and I raced to catch up with him as the boys followed behind us.

“Leo!”

“I know who that package is from, Hadley,” he said as he motioned for the guys at the gate to pull them open.

Of course he knew, they knew everything.

“As far as we know, he could be just guessing that you’re here,” Leo explained as he stepped through the crack in the gate.

I laughed darkly. “Just guessing? Simon doesn’t guess, Leo. He knows. He doesn’t do anything half-assed or based on assumptions because that’s what gets people killed in their job.”

The young delivery guy stood awkwardly by his truck, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Give me the box,” Leo demanded.

“I-I can’t… She has to sign for it, man,” he stuttered, his eyes widening as three more brothers stepped through the gate behind me.

Leo snatched the box from his hand. “Sign it yourself, she ain’t doing it.”

The kid looked like he wanted to object, or maybe he was trying not to pee his pants. It didn’t matter, though because he quickly scurried back to the driver’s side of the vehicle and skidded away down the street.

“Fine. I didn’t sign. Can I have the box now?” I asked holding out my hand.

“You can have it after church tomorrow after we sit down and discuss what the hell is going on… and what’s inside,” Optimus said, moving forward and taking the small package from Leo’s hand.

Leo let him have it. His eyes staying focused on me. They were heated, not angry but upset.

“We’ll deal with this tomorrow,” Optimus said again, watching Leo carefully. “Make sure she makes it to church.”

“She?” I asked, confused.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I think it’s time we learned a bit more about what the fuck is going on.”