Family: The Club Girl Diaries Book 5

by Addison Jane

  She smiled and leaned into my hand while I massaged my fingers into her scalp in relaxing soothing circles.

  “You are who you are… beautiful, kind hearted, caring, loving, affectionate, and at times a little fucking nuts. So you use those attributes and be the parent you want to be.”

  Her eyes found mine and softened as she leaned forward and placed her perfectly soft bowed lips to mine. “I’m scared,” she whispered as she pulled away and pressed her forehead to mine.

  “Baby, stop,” I warned her as I felt her heart begin to race. “Your mom and dad would be so proud of the person you’ve become. So strong and independent, but so damn fucking sweet. Look what you’re like with Harlyn… and Jayla… and Macy. Just look at how you treat my men, mothering them and checking they’re okay when they’re going through stressful times. You have this shit in your blood. You know what people need. You know how to ease them when they’re upset. You follow your instincts.”

  I could see a smile starting to form on her beautiful lips.

  “And you know what? You’re not doing this alone. So don’t feel like it’s all on your shoulders. I’m here, the club’s here, your girls are here. I’ll probably fuck something up, and you’ll likely yell at me, but that’s fine. We’ll do this shit together.”

  She grabbed the back of my neck and smashed her mouth against mine. Her tongue ran along the seam of my lips, begging for entrance and I happily obliged. My tongue fought against hers, battling and fighting for dominance. I slowly laid her back on the bed, her hair fanning out around her head. I braced myself over her body, perfectly balancing my weight to avoid pressure on her stomach.

  “I love you,” she whispered as we came up for breath, but I wasn’t done yet.

  “I love you too, baby,” I murmured against the soft skin of her neck as I kissed down her throat. The feeling of her pulse against my lips was one I’ll never forget. It was a gentle beat that slowly but surely began to race as I slipped one of my knees between her legs and pressed it to her center. I nudged her chin up as I moved down the middle of her throat, covering every damn inch of her that I could reach.

  Sitting back on my knees and watching her squirm, unhappy with my retreat. I smirked. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  Her face was flushed, and her breasts were heaving up and down.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered sternly, licking my lips in anticipation.

  First, I helped move her onto her knees, then I stripped her of her shirt, leaving her in a bra, knowing that with how big her breasts were at the moment, it would be more uncomfortable for me to release them and have them swinging around.

  Her hands dived under my shirt, tearing it free over my head. With my cock already straining painfully against my jeans, the silky touch of her fingers as they traced the muscles over my torso practically had me coming in my pants.

  They moved like feathers up my body, sending a grueling shudder through me. But my little fucking minx, when she reached my chest, that was when the nails came out. She dragged them back down over my stomach until she reached my belt buckle.

  A low rumble escaped from my throat. “You’ve started something now, blackbird.”

  “You better hurry up and finish it then,” she shot back before turning and lowering herself onto her hands and knees with her perfectly damn round and juicy ass staring at me. “Please.”

  I palmed her ass with both my hands, squeezing and rubbing the soft flesh. Hooking my fingers inside the waistband of her pants, I slowly rolled down both her pants and her panties, letting my rough fingers graze over her supple skin. A groan fell from my lips as I saw her glistening pussy staring back at me. There was just the lightest brush of hair barely visible from where she would usually shave it clean, but because she seemed to have grown so much over the past few weeks, she was struggling with these things.

  I touched it softly. “Remind me to take care of this for you when I’m done.”

  “Mmm…” she hummed. “Please do.”

  Using one hand, I worked away my belt and the button on my jeans as I teased her clit with the other, my thumb gathering the moisture from her pussy and swirling it in slow circles around the tight little nub.

  I quickly stepped back off the bed, allowing my jeans to fall into a pool around my ankles, as I stripped the rest of her clothing off and tossed them to the side. Climbing back on the bed, I used my hands to pull her open, so she was completely on show. I dipped my head, brushing my lips against her cheeks, teasing her, enjoying the way she mewled and gasped with each kiss or touch. I knew I needed to make quick work of this, the both of us simply aching for a release and her already struggling to hold her body up. But I knew this is how she liked it the best. This position was what she craved, the depth, the angle, and the little bit of pain I added in for her pleasure.

  Starting at her clit, I dragged my tongue up over her wet hole and continued on to her ass, making sure to wet that spot especially. It was going to need it. I did that over and over again until she was forcing herself back on my face, begging for something bigger and thicker than just my tongue.

  “More, Op,” she whispered breathlessly. “More. I need you.”

  “You want to be fucked, baby?” I asked her teasingly as I moved right up behind her and pressed my cock forward so it slipped over her already sensitive clit.

  She gasped and began to move her hips. Over and over it bumped the little bud, exciting her more and more. I knew with the way she was shaking that she was already getting close. Her skin all over was burning hot, and sweat was building on her spine as she used me for her own pleasure while I simply watched on. Before she could find that peek she was reaching for, I fisted my cock in my hands, lifting it slightly so that the next time she pushed back…

  “Oh my God,” she moaned loudly as she filled herself completely to the hilt.

  My fingers dug into her hips and I threw my head back, instant ecstasy enveloping my body. I would never get sick of being inside this woman. Every single time felt like the first. It was like she was a glove and my cock was the perfect fit for her.

  Drawing my hips back torturously slow, I made sure to bump her clit one more time before thrusting back inside her. Harder and with more force this time. She cried out and tossed her head back sending her hair cascading down her back. I took advantage of the moment, gathering it in one hand while the other moved over her ass, in search for that one pressure point I knew would make her explode.

  “Gonna give me this ass, baby?” I asked as I wound her hair around my hand and closed it in my fist, forcing her head back.

  “Yes!” she cried as I pounded ruthlessly inside her.

  Chelsea wasn’t afraid of a little pain. She thrived on it and she trusted me to give it to her.

  My thumb circled her other hole which was completely bared to me. At first, I just rubbed it gently, earning me a delicious moan from her perfect lips. The slap of our skin together and heavy breaths filled the air which seemed to be heating quickly around us, building a sheen of sweat on our bodies.

  “Optimus, just make me come,” she snapped, and I changed the angle of my thrusts, instantly finding a reaction. “Shit!”

  “You gonna come before I get to play, blackbird?” I released her hair, brushing it over her shoulder so I could see the tattoo that covered her back. Her blackbird was fierce and strong, just like she was. The wings were spread wide which made me think it was in a protective stance. It fit her so perfectly, down to the murky green color of its eyes staring back at me.

  “Play,” she gasped.

  I took the invitation, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until she came. Twisting my thumb, I pressed it slowly into her ass, enjoying the way she opened up for me as I entered the slick warm hole. I dragged it in and out, speeding up with my thrusts. Just watching as I filled both her holes began to build tension in my balls and I could feel them tightening, ready to explode.

  “Shit! Op! Oh God…” she groaned lou
dly as her orgasm hit her like a freight train and she struggled to hold herself up, a wave of satisfaction and bliss sweeping through her.

  I quickly pulled my hand free and eased her onto her side, hooking one leg over my shoulder and lowering my hips down. Her eyes were hooded, completely overcome by a shattering orgasm that rocked her to her core. I could still feel her, pulsating and pulling at my cock. I held her gaze as I pounded harder and faster, her back arched, obviously a new set of sensations flying through her.

  “Optimus,” she moaned, her hands reaching up to cup her breasts.

  “Chelsea, fuck!” I gasped as I slammed into her one last time, filling her with cum. “Damn,” I growled as my whole body shuddered, the aftermath of her previous orgasm still tightening around my length and drawing every fucking thing out of me refusing to let go.

  When the shudder going up my spine finally eased and I stopped hearing my heart racing in my ears, I pulled out and fell to the side next to her on the bed. She curled over, looking at me beneath her eyelashes, the both of us still struggling to find our breath.

  She smiled. “I love you.”

  “Baby, you have no fucking idea,” I replied, reaching out and brushing her hair from her face so I could kiss her.

  She met me half way, pulling my bottom lip in between her teeth and drawing an animalistic growl from deep within my throat.

  “Don’t push me, baby. I was trying to be gentle, but maybe you need it a little harder,” I warned her but she just laughed.

  “Okay caveman.”

  We gave ourselves time to just lay there and breathe, enjoying the aftermath of something I can only describe as fucking perfect.

  “Were you serious about the whole shaving thing?” she asked suddenly, causing me to laugh loudly.

  “Blackbird, all you had to do was ask.”

  Rose and Blizzard’s meeting with Jayla’s grandparents didn’t exactly go to plan.

  To be quite honest, the whole situation gave me the chills. Rose and I ended up escaping with Jay and leaving Optimus to keep Blizzard in check. The poor girl was far too young to have to be put in an adult situation like that, but it did show Rose and Blizzard’s willingness to keep these people in her life if they would just back off.

  All it had done was cause more drama, and now I was scared that keeping that little girl in our lives may not be as easy as we thought.

  I was sitting with Rose a few days later, complaining about my woes of pregnancy as usual when the doors to the meeting room swung open and the boys began to file out. Optimus and Blizzard had called an urgent Church. Op didn’t stop long enough to tell me what it was about, but I think I could safely assume that it had something to do with the fight to keep Jay with us.

  “Since when was Skins allowed inside Church without a patch?” Rose asked, forcing me to look up to where Blizzard was speaking quietly with him outside the doorway.

  My eyes widened. It was unorthodox and unusual. “I have no idea. Maybe they were talking about patching him in?”

  Blizzard was soon marching over to us, his eyes on his woman.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “Nothing for you to worry about,” was all he muttered before dropping a soft kiss on her shoulder.

  A hand slipped into my hair and cupped my neck. “You ready?”

  I held out my arm and he took it, pulling me to my feet as I let out a heavy sigh.

  Blizzard looked at us strangely. “Where are you off to?”

  I couldn’t help but smile softly, the excitement of where we were going had been building inside me all day. “We have our gender scan in about thirty minutes. We’ll be back for dinner.”

  “What!” Rose cried, flying to her feet. “You didn’t tell me that!”

  Optimus threw them a smug smirk as I chuckled. “You lot are going to have to wait a while longer to find out what it is. We’re not telling,” he told them as he pulled me away.

  “How dare she keep something so important from me,” I heard Rose yelling behind me as Optimus lead me outside to my car.

  “We really aren’t going to tell them?” I laughed as I slipped into the passenger’s side and struggled with the seatbelt so that it fit comfortably around my hump.

  Optimus climbed in the driver’s side and pulled the car out of the compound. “No, they can wait. That way, we can say it’s their Christmas present, and we won’t have to buy them fucking anything.” His cheeky grin had me laughing so much I almost peed my pants before we reached the ultrasound clinic.

  “You can’t do that!”

  “Watch me,” he threw back.

  I shook my head but I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m going to buy them presents.”

  “The hell you are. Not with my money. We’re sharing the sex of our babies with them. That’s huge, they should be honored.”

  “You do realize you’re the President of the Brothers by Blood, not the President of the United States, right?” I joked as he pulled into the clinic. “Nobody cares that much about what we’re having.”

  He looked over at me and grinned. “Like hell they don’t, we have bets running.”

  This made me laugh even harder. “Of course you do. Why would I expect anything less.”

  I was starting to feel very crippled by the way I needed constant help with getting around. I didn’t anticipate how hard things were going to get. Especially, because I was so fit. But I found myself running out of breath and really struggling quite easily at the moment. I knew I was caring little beings inside me the size of cabbages, but it was still a surprise that things were taking such a toll on my body.

  Stepping inside the clinic’s waiting room, I heard Optimus curse under his breath, and when I looked up I suddenly felt like I was at home. Pregnant women lined the edges of the room, some with parents sitting awkwardly beside them, others with small children playing at their feet.

  These were my people.

  They felt my highlights and my lowlights, my pain, my raging hormones and my fear of peeing my pants. Unfortunately, they didn’t understand how to keep their eyes to themselves as almost every woman in the room silently eyed my man as we walked through to the reception desk.

  Damn horny pregnant women.

  I was actually relieved when the lady came to direct us out the back. But then it also became very real.

  I was about to find out what my babies were.

  Marcy, the ultrasound technician, was a bright and bubbly older woman. “And how are we feeling today?” she asked joyfully.

  “Little nervous,” Optimus grumbled as he helped me onto the bed.

  “I think she was talking to me.” I chuckled.

  “Dad’s get stressed too you know?” He folded his arms and dropped down into the chair beside me with a sulky pout that awkwardly, I found kinda sexy.

  Marcy giggled under her breath. “And you, mamma?”

  “Exhausted. But doing okay,” I answered with a shrug as she lifted my shirt and tucked it up under my breasts and then slipped a small towel in the waistband of my pants which were now sitting so dangerously low, if Marcy slipped, she could almost break my water.

  “She’s had some pain,” Optimus threw in, causing me to look at him strangely.

  “How did…” He was right, I had been having some pain over the past few days, but I didn’t want him to worry. It was probably just Braxton Hicks like the doctor told me to expect. Then it clicked. “Argh, Deacon told you didn’t he?”

  “He shouldn’t have had to. You should have told me.”

  “All righty!” Marcy interrupted as she squirted the sticky goo onto my belly. “We’ll have a look. If I have any concerns then we can talk about it. But otherwise, I would recommend for safety sake to see your doctor.”

  Optimus took my hand, and with a wave of Marcy’s magic ultrasound wand, all was basically forgotten as a beautiful little face popped up on the screen. Neither of us could stop smiling as Marcy moved around our babies, checking their measureme
nts and taking pictures of their heads and spines and feet and everything else. We’d had a scan before, but I swore this was the clearest. Their features were so little but so well defined now. They were beautiful little people.

  “Do Mom and Dad want to know whether we are boys or girls?” Marcy sung happily.

  “Yes,” we both answered together.

  We did want to know. I wanted to be prepared, and we wanted to be able to discuss names and themes and colors and clothes. I was desperate to start buying little outfits for them to wear. I didn’t care if they were boys or girls. Baby clothes were all damn cute.

  “Well, I’ve double and triple-checked, and it looks like you’re having…”

  “Do you really think this is a good idea?” I asked as we stepped through the two double doors and into the courthouse. The long dark hallway gave me the chills, and I felt Jayla clutch to my neck a little tighter, obviously feeling the tension swirling around me.

  I tried to relax my shoulders a little and turned my head to give her a reassuring smile. She frowned back at me as if she could read that it wasn’t genuine. This kid was intelligent, she had a strange ability to read the emotions of the people around her.

  “It’ll be fine,” Rose murmured, taking my hand in hers and resting her face against my shoulder.

  Clenching my teeth, I nodded, hoping like hell that she was right. Chelsea and Optimus walked behind us. It was good to have them there to support us. Op especially, because I knew he wouldn’t let me do anything fucking stupid. And with the amount of agitation I was feeling already, that was a likely possibility.

  A waving hand in a corridor ahead caught my eye, and I zoned in on Matthew Snipes, the club’s lawyer. He approached with confidence, meeting us halfway.