Family: The Club Girl Diaries Book 5

by Addison Jane

  Walking down the hallway to the drama room was quiet, classes hadn’t quite finished for the day and we had an hour after school to practice. I loved working with these kids. They were like sponges, wanting to soak up everything you say, and learn. They loved music and most of them were crazy talented.

  I checked the room through the small window, noting no one was in there. So I pushed through and dropped my guitar case onto the teacher’s desk. Keen to use the small amount of time before the kids crowd into practice I began unzipping my case until a small noise startled me.

  I froze.

  My eyes were the only part of my body that moved, scanning the room.

  Recognizing a purple backpack lying at the back of the room against the wall helped to ease the tightness in my muscles. I made my way around the desk, walking silently down one of the rows. When I saw her feet come into view, lying across the floor, I started to walk a little faster, my heart beating manically.

  “Maddy?” I whispered as I edged closer, her body coming into full view now. “Maddy,” I tried again, my shoulders slumping and my lungs inhaling a large breath when I saw that she was fine. Her eyes blinked sleepily until they focused in on me. She jumped back, her shoulder hitting the wall and the thick jacket she was using as a pillow was sent flying.

  I took I step back, my hands held up. “Maddy, it’s okay. It’s just me.”

  Her shoulders heaved as she fought to breathe. No doubt her heart was pummeling against her chest with the fright I’d just given the poor girl.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

  She shook her head, rubbing at her shoulder. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t be in here.”

  Propping myself against one of the desks, I leaned back and folded my arms. “So why are you in here?”

  Maddy was a bright kid, I’d been working with her for nearly six weeks now. She played guitar and every time she got it in her hands, her face lit up like Christmas morning. She was quiet but sweet and gracious.

  “My mom has a new boyfriend,” she answered quietly, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand. “She’s been drinking more since he’s been around and her friends come over and they talk all night.”

  She tries to play it off like it’s no big deal, shrugging her shoulder and moving to pick up her jacket off the floor, but I couldn’t help but feel like she was downplaying things. If she’s skipping class because she’s that tired, there was something seriously wrong.

  “Have you tried talking to your mom about it?” I moved in closer as she started stuffing her jacket into her bag.

  She pursed her lips and leaned back against the wall. “My stepdad passed away last year. She’s really spiraled downhill since then. Especially with men. She’ll get sick of this one in a week or so and things will quieten down again.”

  I opened my mouth to tell her that even if that was the case, that what was going on still wasn’t okay, but my cell began to screech from my pocket. I screwed up my nose and held one finger up to Maddy who simply flashed me a small smile before I turned away.

  “Hi Harmony! It’s Lisa here from the surrogacy clinic. How are you?” the bubbly voice greeted me, stunning me a little.

  “Um… great, I guess,” I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic while my stomach churned nervously.

  Lisa giggled. “Awesome! Just wanted to let you know, your surrogacy application has been accepted. I need you and Kit to come in with some ID and sign some forms so we can get the ball rolling.”

  “Oh my gosh, already? Holy shit,” I cursed before quickly covering my mouth. “Sorry! I’m just surprised.” My mind ran at full speed.

  Could she retract our application and say I’d be a bad parent just because I dropped the ‘s’ word?

  “Could you come in this afternoon?” Lisa asked, clearly unfazed. “We close at five.”

  “Yes!” I answered a little too eagerly. “Yes, we could be there around four-thirty?”

  “Perfect!” She chimed. “See you then.”

  She was gone before my mouth could even form the words to answer her.

  Butterflies replaced the sickening churn in my stomach, their excited wings flapping and tickling at my sides. Things were suddenly becoming very real. I hadn’t even registered that the room was now steadily filling with chatting and boisterous teenagers. I wondered if I could even make it through this class.

  Kit and I were going to have a baby.

  The process was going to be long—it wouldn’t be tomorrow, it wouldn’t be next week, hell, it might not even be this year. Still it was going to happen.

  My hand unconsciously floated to my stomach, caressing the flat firmness of it, my mind drifting, trying to imagine what it would be like slowly growing with a child inside.

  I’d come to realize that the likeliness that it would ever happen was almost slim to none, but it didn’t upset me as much now as it would have a few weeks ago. Kit and I were still going to get the baby that we wanted, but it was just going to happen a little differently.

  It wouldn’t change how much we loved it.

  It wouldn’t change how we brought it up and the morals we taught it.

  It wouldn’t change who it was.

  It was still going to be a piece of us.

  “So you don’t even get to see what they look like?” Tie asked with a frown on his face.

  Harmony and I had been to the surrogacy clinic a few days ago and Lisa, the lady who was overseeing our surrogacy, had handed us a pile of folders to look over for potential women who we feel we might vibe with I guessed. Then information would be given to them and we hope that they see something they like too.

  “Why does it matter what she looks like? They do health checks and all that, so we know they’re capable of carrying the baby,” I explain as I flick over a few that I know won’t work.

  Some have huge careers and talk about not finishing work until well into the pregnancy. That won’t work for me—I want complete dedication. Maybe that makes me selfish, but fuck, it’s my child they’re going to be growing.

  Tally scoffed from his seat on the sofa. “This chick is out.”

  I frowned. “How come?”

  He holds up the file. “She’s a vegan.”

  I laughed, snatching the file from him and scanning over it. “That doesn’t make her a bad person.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t want a woman who ain’t gonna sit down and eat a steak or a thick as fuck hamburger with all the fillings.”

  Eyeing each of the boys who were crowded into my office, I decided I needed to make something completely clear. “Whoever we choose… they’re off limits.”

  Mix and Rifle chuckled quietly but nodded their heads, while Tie rolled his eyes and continued flicking through the papers on his lap.

  “Man, you’re no fun,” Tally joked. “This girl is gonna be around twenty-four-seven, and you’re putting a no touching order on her. Fuck, what if she’s gorgeous or fucking stunning. What if she’s Old Lady material?”

  Leaning across my desk, I reached out and slapped my brother around the back of his head. “This person is gonna be growing my fucking child. Like I want the first thing it’s gonna see, to be your cock.”

  The rest of my brothers’ laughter filled the room.

  “Scar the fucking kid for life that would, before it’s even born!” Mix commented, holding his stomach as he laughed.

  The room grew silent with the sounds of flipping paper the only noises in the air.

  “You’re really doing this,” Tie said finally, and I looked up to see his eyes meeting mine across the desk.

  I dropped the file I was holding and scratched at my unshaven face. “Yeah. We’ve lost too much already, man,” I said softly, the eyes of my men coming to me with looks of sympathy. “What if we tried again and this time, I lost them both?”

  Mix nodded in understanding. “This is safe. You’re doing it the right way.”

  I lifted my chin in thanks for hi
s support. I knew my family would be behind me, even though some of them didn’t quite understand the process, or exactly why we’d chosen to do things this way.

  At some point, I knew most of my brothers would want kids. It was like passing a piece of them down the line, not only to ensure the club’s future but maybe also to keep their memory alive. While we were out of the majority of illegal dealings that brought danger into the club, we were still outlaws—men who lived by our own rules and laws.

  A lot of people didn’t like that. And along with the power we held in our hands, it put a target on our backs.

  Harmony was the woman I would spend the rest of my life with, no matter how long or short that life was. And damn it, I wanted to have kids before my time was cut short. I wanted to hold them. See them grow. Teach them.

  “I’m gonna be an uncle,” Tie said, drawing my attention. I couldn’t help but mirror the grin he had on his face. “Man, I’m gonna show them all the best shit.”

  “We’re all gonna be uncles, fucker,” Tally protested, earning him Tie’s middle finger.

  I groaned, sitting back in my chair. “Think I’m regretting this shit already.”

  There wasn’t many kids left around the club. The older generation had started to move on, and not all the children chose to stay with the club. We never pressured them. They were family no matter whether they were here or not.

  Tie turned to Wreck who had been leaning against the wall silently during this little meeting, and by meeting, I meant my brothers forcing themselves in and demanding to be included. “Why don’t you and Del have any kids yet?”

  Wreck smirked. “Didn’t want to be the test dummy.”

  “Fuck off. Look at Athens, they make it work with a handful of brats running around,” I protested. “And Op with fucking twins on the way. Things may not be perfect, but they’re safer than they used to be. And with all this new shit like the security firm, we’re bringing in almost as much money as before we cut the drugs.”

  “Yeah, and if we’re still looking at opening another Glow in Montgomery, we’ll be sorted.” Tally beamed with excitement about the prospect of a new strip club and new strippers.

  “You need to stop thinking with your cock,” Mix scoffed.

  Tally gripped himself in his hand and thrust his hips at Mix who just rolled his eyes.

  “The danger will always be there. We’re strong and getting fucking stronger every day. Anyone tries to fuck with us… we’ll hold our own and protect our families.” My brothers all nodded at my words. They knew it was true. We’d give our lives for the people we loved every single day.

  “Speaking of assholes trying to fuck with us…” Wreck started. “Any word on that crap with Mansel?”

  I shook my head. “I’ve been keeping in touch with him, but so far, he’s got just as much as we have to work with.”

  Mix frowned. “I’ll put out some feelers again.”

  I nodded in thanks. “All right you bastards,” I growled, standing from my chair. “I need to go find my woman.”

  They all came and placed the files on my desk before leaving. I quickly pulled the couple that had interested me the most and tucked them under my arm, knowing I would need to chat with Harmony about them. But for now, my body ached to be inside her. So this shit could wait.

  I was sitting on the sofa in Kit’s and my room, tuning my guitar, when he burst through the door and slammed it behind him, throwing a couple of files on the desk beside the door.

  I raised my eyebrows, but he just shook his head and began pulling at his clothes. “I ever mention that sometimes my brothers are annoying as hell?” he grumbled as he hung his club cut by the door and tossed his shirt toward the bathroom, I assume thinking that somehow he would magically get it in the hamper.

  Setting my guitar to the side, I watched as his belt went next. “Only like every other day,” I giggled. “What’d they do now?”

  He grunted. “I know they’re trying to help, but this shit should be a decision for us, not them.”

  I shrugged, trying to keep my head focused on what he was saying as I admired his beautiful sculptured body. My hand tingled, desperately wanting to reach out and touch him, know his skin would be warm and inviting. It always was.

  “You know you wouldn’t want to do this without them,” I retorted. “They love us and want what’s best for us. That’s all.”

  When his fingers went to the button of his jeans, I felt the heat begin to rush around my body. Warmth starting in my stomach and radiating outward like a flower blooming in spring.

  “Yeah, but some of them think too much with their cock and not enough with their brains.”

  I stood up, laughing softly as I walked over to him, pushing his hands away and taking matters into my own hands. “Tally is your best friend. You know by now that’s just what to expect.” I chuckled, knowing exactly who he was talking about without any more information.

  Flicking the button on his jeans open, I moved my hands to the zipper, sliding it down painfully slow as I stared directly into Kit’s eyes. Those stunning dark blues had me mesmerized every single time. Like storm clouds moving in on a sunny day, their intensity was no match for any kind of defense.

  With one push, his jeans slipped over his hips and fell to the floor. He had nothing on underneath and instantly my mouth watered. His hands rushed to find the hem of my tank top, ripping it over my head and moving on to my bra. I brushed my fingers down his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles. When I reached his belly button, my fingers scraped through the coarse hair, following it down to where his cock stood at attention, pointing at me like it knew exactly what it wanted.

  My bra dropped and I shook it off my arms before reaching out for him. My hand wound around squeezing it firmly and eliciting a deep growl from my man. He dipped his head, his tongue snaking out and licking around my nipple. First, it was a flick, the sensation instantly sending electric charges through my body. I tugged at his cock, my hand firm and strong, but I needed more.

  I slowly lowered myself to my knees, holding Kit’s eyes the entire time. They were burning with desire and need. He stared at me like there was nothing else in this world, like flames could be swirling around us in the pits of hell, and it wouldn’t matter. Nothing would break the bond between us. Nothing would ever stand in the way of the connection that we had. I needed him more than I needed my next breath.

  Opening my mouth, Kit grabbed his cock in his hand and teased me with it, running it over my lips but refusing to allow me to take it inside.

  “Lick it,” he demanded sternly, holding it in front of me.

  I stuck out my tongue and licked the entire length, swirling around his head before going back for more.

  “Tell me how wet you are, Harm.” He groaned before finally forcing his dick into my mouth. I took as much as I could as I slipped my hand inside my jean shorts and panties and gathered the moisture that had settled there on my fingers.

  Pulling them out, I held them up, showing him how they glistened in the light as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking feverishly as his length. It stretched the corners of my mouth, its size almost too big. I remembered how he feels stretching my pussy just like this, opening me wide and thrusting inside, causing another flood to dampen my panties.

  He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand to his mouth and licking the wetness off my fingers as he moaned in delight. “Fuck, so good. Need a damn taste. Get up.”

  With one last pop, I licked my lips and stood to my feet. He instantly crushed his mouth to mine, the mixture of both our tastes only heightening my excitement and the throb between my legs. He yanked at my shorts, dragging them down to my ankles but not giving me time to kick them off before he directed me with his hands at my hips to sit back down on the sofa. I licked my swollen lips, enjoying the way the short bristles on his face pricked at them and made them sensitive to touch.

  He knelt down in front of me and pulled my ass to the edge of the seat, lifting my
legs, which were still held together at the ankles so I couldn’t spread them. I wrapped my arms around my knees, holding them there as he swiped his tongue through my pussy.

  “Oh wow,” I whispered, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation as he pulled at my pussy lips with his teeth before dipping his tongue inside. I groaned, one hand reaching for his head and placing pressure on the back of it to hold him in place.

  “You want control, baby?” he asked as he blew lightly against it, sending a chill through me.

  Kit didn’t give me control often, and I never minded so much, enjoying the dominant side of him. I was a strong woman but in the bedroom, I would lay everything down for my man because it meant more pleasure and rewards.

  “Mmm…” I moaned, gripping his short hair between my fingertips and directing his face to my clit. “Oh God, yes there. Lick.”

  He hummed against my clit and I cried out, “Yes!”

  The bristles on his face scratched and dragged at the soft skin but I didn’t care, it all added to the pleasure. My man on his knees, his face covered in me.

  “Kit, Holy shit…” My heart started to race and I lifted my hips, needing more, just that little bit more that would send me over the edge. “Oh please, more.”

  “Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give you just what you need, baby.”

  I growled out the words I knew he wanted to hear, frustrated that I was so close and he had taken back control. “I’m… yours.”

  When two fingers slipped inside of me, I threw my head back in absolute bliss.

  “Good girl.”

  My back arched as he pushed his fingers inside me and drew my clit into his mouth, sucking relentlessly.

  “Oh God, yes!” I moaned as my body began to shake and shudder and clamp down around Kit’s thick fingers. “Oh my God,” I hissed, my climax making my head spin and my heart feel like it was going to jump out of my chest. A buzz settled over me as the wave started to rush out again like the ocean after it hits the beach.