Shake (The Club Girl Diaries Book 8)

by Addison Jane

  “I lost two people who mattered the most to me in this entire fucked up world because some guy decided to have one drink too many and drive home.”

  My heart instantly hurt. Like someone had shoved a dagger straight through it, and I was at that moment well aware of what had brought on this anger and emotion. I could feel the pain in his voice, the anger and frustration he was feeling toward my ignorance. And holy shit, it was a hard pill to swallow. I quickly pulled him close, my fingers diving into his hair and holding his forehead against mine. “I’m s-sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

  I wasn’t going to let him get away with what he’d done. Later he would hear all about how angry I was. But right then, I felt like what mattered the most was pulling him back to the present and helping him to see that I was here, I was okay, and I was fucking stupid for that mistake which could have destroyed him.

  “That moment, it stole everything from me.” His fingers dug painfully into my ass cheeks, and he pressed his hips forward pushing hard against me. “Do you have any idea how fucking much it hurts to think about losing you to that shit, too? You think I could handle losing one more person I fucking love to that shit?”

  Love?

  I wasn’t sure how much more I could cope with right now, so I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. “I’m right here,” I told him, gripping his long hair between my fingers. “I’m right here. In one piece. With you.”

  “Prove it.”

  I deserved to have my ass chewed for not planning the shit with Romeo better or letting her know what was going on. I’d been awake for close to two days, give or take a nap or two, but I was still ready to spend every second I needed to make it up to her including finally making her mine.

  I’d watched these two little assholes slip in and out of the prom with their friends, pulling bottles and flasks from God knows where, and throwing them back like they were water. It’s all fine and fucking dandy when you feel that buzz. It gives you more confidence and helps you let loose a little. But in an hour or so with the way these kids were chugging it, they weren’t even going to be able to walk let alone get their boogie on. Then to watch Meyah walk outside with them, asshole one swinging his keys around but barely stumbling down the stairs.

  I was pissed.

  Not just at them for drinking and thinking it was okay to drive.

  But at Meyah for not using the voice I knew she had to stand up and protest.

  We could talk about it later. We could argue, and she could yell at me for leaving her in the cold, and I could lecture her on how drinking and driving destroyed people’s lives. But right now, all I wanted to do was to know she was here. “I can’t lose you. Not when I’ve just managed to put my family back together.”

  She raised an eyebrow obviously having no idea what had happened over the past few days. Not with Phee showing up, or us rushing off to pick up Romeo from the prison. She had no idea. I felt like I’d gone from one high to a low, and now I just wanted to forget either and have her.

  “Want to explain?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Her fingers were still stroking through my hair soothing the raging asshole inside me but bringing out the other beast I kept buried down.

  “Later.” I lowered her to the ground allowing her to place those heels she had on onto the concrete. They made her taller because I didn’t have to duck as low to capture her kisses, and they were also about to come with another purpose. “Turn around.”

  She looked at me nervously, but I’d just felt the warmth of her pussy against my cock, and there wasn’t a lot of material to these fucking dress pants. She was turned on.

  I’d already made sure there were no security cameras where we were hiding in a small covered entrance to the building. There was no way in hell anyone was going to see any part of Meyah that I considered mine.

  I brushed her hair back and pushed it over one shoulder leaving the other bare. She always smelt amazing. It was always subtle, and maybe just what was left of her body wash or her shampoo. Whatever it was, it was addictive, and I couldn’t help but run my nose along her skin as I pressed my lips gently to her skin.

  “Hands on the wall,” I ordered, my teeth brushing her earlobe.

  “Ham…” she whispered, shuddering at my touch. “Should we really—”

  “Trust me.”

  For a second, I thought this might have been too much. Meyah, for the most part, was quiet and shy. While she’d fought back recently, there was still a part of her that cared tremendously what people thought of her and what they assumed. Something like fucking my woman in the shadows, knowing that people could walk by us and never know what was going on in the darkness, had my cock straining uncomfortably. For Meyah, though, that was scary territory, and I would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

  Her hands lifted slowly and pressed against the cold brick wall. This was my woman trusting me, and holy fuck did it make me want to please her more than fucking ever. I pressed up behind her, knowing she could easily feel my hard cock through the tight leather-like booty shorts she had on. The scrap of lace over the top was basically irrelevant, so I grabbed it with both hands and pulled, tearing it straight up the center.

  She gasped, looking over her shoulder. “You didn’t just…” she trailed off.

  I shrugged it off, slipping my hands inside the slit which I’d just made and reaching around to find the three or more buttons and damn zip which were holding her together. The first button had her standing a little taller, the second produced a hitch in her breath. By the time the third came undone, followed by the zip, she was pressing her ass back against me, arching her back forward. I hummed in appreciation as I pulled them down slightly, just enough room for my hand to slide inside and find exactly what I’d been expecting.

  Warm and wet, her clit already swollen and waiting for me.

  My fingers brushed across it eliciting a light and airy moan from her mouth. It was magical and sweet, and I wanted to hear more. This time I added a little more pressure, and her hands that were pressed flat to the wall curled into fists. “Hamlet,” she whimpered pleadingly. “We’re gonna get in trouble.”

  I chuckled under my breath and leaned forward pressing her upper body against the wall while holding her ass back and grinding my cock forward. “You’re already in trouble,” I murmured in her ear, enjoying the sound of her outraged gasp.

  “Excuse me?” she demanded, though her voice was a little shaky along with her legs the more I built her up and up. “I believe… it was you… who was… late.”

  I grinned, pressing my lips to her bare shoulder. “Well, later you can take what you want for that. Right now, it’s my turn, and you agreed to show me you were right here, in one piece, with me.” I matched what she’d said word for word.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. I took advantage, deciding now was my moment. I didn’t want this to go on forever, it wasn’t meant to. It was meant to be exciting, dangerous, and aimed at getting your heart racing.

  Right now, it was.

  I could hear more footsteps, and I knew the second that Meyah could hear them, too. She tried to wiggle away, but I held her tighter refusing to remove my finger from her clit. Instead, speeding up, strumming it quicker, moving my other hand up her body to her breast. The corset she had on was almost too easy, one tug and both her breasts popped out the top, bouncing free.

  Voices and laughter of a couple of teens filled the air. A boy and a girl.

  “Come on, Dean,” a light voice urged. “Someone will see.”

  “Evie, no one’s around, you’ve been grinding on me all night, and my dick is rock hard. Just suck it, come on...” Dean encouraged his lady who seemed to think over such a fucking enticing invitation.

  They weren’t far away, just around the corner from where we were hiding. A few more feet, and they would find us.

  I took Meyah’s breast in my hand taking her nipple between the space i
n my fingers and squeezed. Meyah moaned, her body melting, her hips grinding against my hand. Her nipples were sensitive, so I’d discovered, and it sounded like that was what she’d been searching for. What she needed to send her body over the edge.

  “Did you hear that?” Evie asked in a panic.

  “No, baby, there’s no one.”

  Meyah came hard on my hand, her body writhing in my arms. Soft whimpers and murmurs of pleasure fell from her lips. Ones I would usually demand to hear loudly, but that I allowed her to keep it low to avoid us being found. My lips found her neck again, nipping and sucking at her hot skin as she came down from her wave.

  Evie and Dean continued to argue around the corner, and just when I thought Meyah would want to escape and make a run for it, she reached back, her hand fighting to undo my pants.

  I was surprised.

  I’d have been happy to give her this, and then take her home. But as it turned out, she wanted more. “What do you need?” I whispered against her neck.

  “You,” she whispered back, her breathing still heavy, her hand moving urgently.

  “Say the words,” I ordered, somewhat amused and intrigued.

  “Ham…”

  “Meyah…”

  She growled like a little kitten as her hands finally managed to free me from my pants. The woman I fucking loved surprising me once again when she didn’t even bother to ask, but instead, slipped her pants down over her ass to her knees and grabbed my length, lining it up perfectly with her pussy before pressing backward.

  I leaned over her, bracing my hands on the wall either side of her and pressing my forehead against her back.

  Jesus fucking Christ, this woman.

  “Come on, Dean,” Evie muttered nervously. “I keep hearing things. Can we just go?”

  Their footsteps came closer and closer. They would have to pass right by us to get to the parking lot.

  Dean groaned. “Fine, but baby… I just want to make you feel good,” the greasy teen explained as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. I held my breath as they strolled past, too busy making out to notice we were there in the darkness.

  As they cleared the opening, Meyah placed her hands just inside mine and began pressing back and pulling forward, fucking herself on my dick.

  I should have felt fucking violated.

  But it was one of the hottest fucking things I’d seen. She refused to ask for it. She wanted me to fuck her, she needed it desperately, but instead of saying the words, she decided just to take what she wanted. “Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, resisting the urge to take control.

  I thought this was my punishment?

  “Fuck me,” she hissed, moving faster, but wobbling a little on her heels. “Please, Ham.”

  I laughed. “Now you need me? You just took my cock like you owned it.”

  “I do own it.”

  My eyebrows went up, and a smirk curled the corner of my mouth.

  Yup.

  This woman.

  She surprised me every fucking day.

  Meyah was growing, becoming more confident, taking control—in more ways than one—and just owning her own life. She was blooming into the most beautiful flower I’d ever fucking seen, and I was right there with her ready to throw shit down and support her when she needed me.

  Except for tonight.

  Tonight I hadn’t been, and I fucking owed her for that.

  But the thing was, she hadn’t needed me. Meyah walked in there on her own, she had fun with her friends, and she never shied away or hid in the corner. I’d been there for longer than she realized, ready to make a move if she needed me, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

  Because she didn’t need me.

  She was stronger than even she knew.

  I placed my hands on her hips squeezing the supple flesh, the flush of her skin as enticing as it comes.

  Just because she’s strong, doesn’t mean I still don’t love being the one to bring her to her fucking knees.

  I pulled back, driving my cock deep inside her, thankful that those kids had gone because the cry of pleasure that left her mouth was erotic and definitely not silent.

  “Touch yourself,” I snapped, pounding inside her again and again only speeding up when I felt her hand reach for her pussy. “Rub it.”

  She rubbed back and forth, the muscles inside her spasming and her legs quaking. “Oh God, Hamlet,” she groaned, fighting to hold herself upright.

  I wasn’t much better feeling her squeezing my cock like a vise, fighting hard to keep it inside her. “Damn it!” I cursed, pulling out and letting my cock fall into my hand, using her juices to keep stroking, ready to fucking explode. My cum shot out, covering the arch of her back as she came hard, her fingers still frantically stroking her clit.

  I kept rubbing my cock draining every last drop onto her perfectly untouched skin but resisting the urge to be an asshole caveman and rub it around and completely coat her in it.

  Our heavy breathing echoed in the little confined space, and I felt like the temperature must have skyrocketed. She was trying to hold herself up, but I could tell her legs weren’t agreeing so I kneed down and took her foot into my hands, tugging off each of her heels and placing them to the side. They’d come in handy putting her pussy at the perfect height for fucking. But they’d done their duty now, and the last thing I wanted was to be carrying her home with a broken ankle and having to explain it was because she had sex jelly legs.

  I pressed my lips to the outside of her thigh, and she shuddered, looking down at me.

  “Don’t think you’re off the hook just yet,” she vowed, chewing on her lips with a shy smile. “You can’t just fuck me and get away with showing up late.”

  I nodded. “I know fury fists. Let’s get you cleaned up, and head back to the clubhouse. I’ve got so much to fucking tell you. People for you to meet.”

  Family to reunite.

  “I wish you’d been there to see it.” Emma giggled as we made our way down the hallway. “Turns out we aren’t the only ones sick of Nick’s kingly attitude.”

  Hooking my school bag over my shoulder, I shook my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe they practically went full Carrie on him.”

  The girls had been right the other night, Nick was going to win prom king practically unopposed. But apparently, it wasn’t because people wanted him to win. It was because the football team finally decided to throw a fuck you to the wind and found a way to get their revenge after an entire season of having to put up with Nick’s bullshit if they wanted to stay on the team.

  Turns out, I wasn’t the only one on Nick’s shit list. He’d been such an entitled dickhead to his team, talking down to them about their skills and blaming them when they lost. Most of them were heading off to college and had nothing left to lose.

  “I thought it was actual blood for a moment, but someone said they just filled a bucket with red paint and slime,” Emma continued, unable to keep the smile off her face. Turned out Eagle was right, a couple of months at a real school, and she was turning into a real teenager, craving drama and all the bullshit that came along with it. “I am so disappointed you missed it. Although, I have heard there is a video circulating.”

  My eyes lit up, and I grabbed her arm. “I need to find it.” I laughed as we walked off the school grounds and down past the tennis courts. “I’m feeling like we should have some kind of frozen dessert to celebrate.”

  Emma bounced on her toes in excitement. “Yes, let’s go to that shop we went to last time. Eagle said he wouldn’t be ready to pick me up from your house until 4:30 p.m., so we definitely have time to stop.”

  I couldn’t help but grin. I still got a kick out of the way Emma got excited about the little things in life, like frozen yogurt and reality television. I couldn’t imagine what it had been like for her to live without things like cell phones, or dishwashers, and chocolate. Lord help anyone around me if I had to survive that time of the month without an entire block of chocolate.


  It wasn’t far to walk from the school to the frozen yogurt shop in the middle of town. The flow of students slowly took over our small town in masses. We were all in search of food and treats and anything else which might give us the boost we needed after an entire day of forcing our brain to learn things we would never use again.

  “Meyah Benson?”

  I stopped on the sidewalk a few doors down from the froyo shop as a man stepped out in front of us. The color of his outfit instantly gave him away, even before I noted the badges and the hat.

  “Yes, sir?” I replied, having been taught always to be respectful to law enforcement.

  I knew the club often had trouble with them. I wasn’t saying that the club was innocent. I also knew there were things which went on behind closed doors that shouldn’t. The Brothers by Blood were one-percenters, and they didn’t get that title without earning it.

  The thing was, I just didn’t care.

  That was their outside persona.

  I knew the real them, and I knew that everything they did, they did for the club and for the people they cared about. And because of that, I chose to stay in the dark. I’d already seen things no person in their entire life should see. Dead bodies. Bullet wounds. Murder. It was what it was, and it wouldn’t change how I felt about them.

  “If I could just have a moment of your time,” the officer asked politely, indicating to his police cruiser was parked at the curb. He turned his attention to Emma, who I noticed was watching him skeptically with a narrowed gaze. He took his hat between his fingers and dipped his head to her. “I won’t keep her long.”

  Emma look worried, so I reached out and squeezed her arm. “It’s okay, I’ll only be a moment. I’ll catch up with you.” I made sure to sound as confident as possible, even though I was a little unsure as to why he would want to speak to me, thinking that maybe Nick’s bitch of a mother had actually tattled on me.