Family: The Club Girl Diaries Book 5

by Addison Jane

  “Then maybe you should get Leo one for Christmas,” I replied sarcastically, only to look up and find her standing there as if she was considering it.

  Then she shook her head, “Nah. I don’t think he’d like that. He’d probably see it as competition.”

  We both lost it, giving in to the giggles.

  When I got home I stashed the presents I’d bought for Jayla high up in the back of our closet where I knew she wouldn’t find them. Blizzard’s present was in a box at the clubhouse. Chelsea had let me hide it with her and Op, thankfully with the promise that neither of them would open it and look inside.

  Hadley had been right, though. But I’m not afraid to stand up and say the sex Blizzard and I had shared was intense and beautiful and out of this fucking world. These were things I liked to keep quiet. They were for us. Nobody else.

  I looked at the time on my cell. Midday. Blizzard would be home soon, he’d made a point the last few weeks of coming home to have lunch with me if I wasn’t down at the clubhouse. I was doing courses online, attempting to complete a degree in health and nutrition. So I tried to stay home and study as much as possible while Jayla was at day care and the house was completely silent.

  Blizzard was busy working with Optimus and Leo on their security firm and X-Rated, and along with that, this whole business with Jay’s grandparents had him stressed to the max.

  I felt a smile begin to creep onto my face.

  He needed some stress relief.

  I dug through the box that we hid high in the wardrobe and pulled out one of my favorite toys before going to the bed and waiting for Blizzard to arrive. It was only about ten minutes before I heard his bike coming up the street. I was already soaking wet just thinking about what was about to happen, fighting the urge to touch myself as I waited for him to come looking for me.

  “Rose?” he called out as I heard the front door close behind him.

  “Up here,” I yelled back, trying to keep the quiver from my voice. His boots clunked against the wooden floors as he made his way up the stairs and down the short hallway.

  When he appeared in the doorway he instantly froze, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I kneeled on the bed facing him. “You wanna join me?” I teased, pulling at the chain that was linked between my breasts, with soft clamps on each nipple. I gave it a small tug and instantly moaned loudly.

  With Blizzard’s help, I’d discovered just how sensitive to touch the small buds were. When in the right situation, just a simple brush or touch would be enough to light my body on fire and have me aching for him. So when we started experimenting more and more with our toys, Blizzard bought me these as a present.

  I watched as his hand went to the front of his jeans, palming his cock as he stepped through the doorway and shut the door behind him. “How long you been waiting for me?” he asked as he moved to the box I’d left on the floor beside the bed.

  My heart quickly began to race as I watched him pull out a pair of thick black leather cuffs, twirling them around his finger as he came to sit at the edge beside me.

  I swallowed. “‘Bout ten minutes.”

  His hand moved, slipping between my legs and ever so slightly brushing my lips. When he pulled it back, wetness coated his two fingers. He smirked, raising them to my lips. “Open.” I obliged, opening my mouth so he could slip them inside. I licked the moisture off them, sucking happily on his fingers and whimpering as he pulled them away.

  “Lay back and lift your hands.”

  I sat back on the bed and did as he ordered, getting more and more excited as he slipped the cuff around one wrist before threading it through the headboard and clipping it to the other. They were tight but didn’t dig into my wrists like the metal police cuffs did, especially when I thrashed around in pleasure and pulled at them.

  He stepped back, his eyes admiring my naked body as he stripped off his club cut and shirt and disposed of his pants. I licked my lips, eyeing his perfectly sculptured body that he worked hard on. Blizzard was toned and muscular but without looking bulky. The V that showed when his jeans sat low on his hips was my undoing every single fucking time. It was sexy and masculine and was like an arrow pointing to his cock. A cock which was now long and thick and standing at attention as he climbed onto the bed.

  I crushed my legs together, twisting my hips in anticipation, searching for something to soothe the ache. The slap of his hand against my thigh had me jumping and pulling at my restraints, the sting a reminder of who was in control.

  He quickly moved, pressing his lips to the hot flesh he’d just created, easing the burn with soft kisses. My breathing became heavy as he pushed my legs apart. He took his cock in his hand, tugging at it as he swept his thumb through my folds and swirled it around my clit.

  “As much as I’d like to spend all fucking day with you like this, I’ve got a lot of shit to get done so I’ll make it up to you later, baby.”

  I could see the lust in his eyes and I nodded.

  He was busy, busy trying to run businesses while also trying to fight to keep Jay here with us. “You have a lot going on, I just wanted to give you a little something to help you relax,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady as he flicked over my clit, making my hips jump.

  “My woman, so damn thoughtful,” he mused. “You should get a reward.”

  He hooked his finger under the chain, his thumb on my clit moving faster as he slowly pulled, tugging at my nipples and causing my back to arch off the bed and absolute ecstasy attacked my body, taking over my senses.

  “Blizzard!” I cried out, my body building, pulsing.

  But it was quickly gone, and I fell back, huffing as I tried to draw air into my lungs and whimpering in disappointment. He knew how far he could push me and he held off, letting me ride the edge for just a moment before bringing me back down.

  I met his eyes and he smirked. “Ain’t gonna let you come without my cock in you, pretty girl.”

  “Please,” I pleaded. “I want it so bad.”

  The feeling of the head pressing against my entrance had my hips already wiggling, desperate to have him fill me, desperate to lose my mind with him inside me. He lifted his thumb to his mouth while he used his other hand to guide his length, almost painfully slow inside me. The way it stretched me made me feel so full.

  “You always taste so damn good.”

  “Mmm…” I nodded, wishing I could kiss his lips and taste myself inside his mouth.

  With one sharp jolt of his hips, he filled me entirely. I gasped, throwing my head back and pulling at the cuffs. He pushed at the back of my thighs, opening my hole wider, pushing my body into a position that was almost painful but he held back. Knowing my limits.

  Blizzard knew everything about me.

  He knew when to push and when to allow some give.

  At first, he played, moving slowly, torturing us both. He twisted my body, forcing me onto my side and slapping my ass as he drove deeper and deeper, harder and harder until I was screaming out his name, the cusp of my orgasm so close I could feel it.

  Rolling me onto my back, he slipped himself between my legs and leaned over me, bracing himself on either side of my body as he slammed into me.

  “Kiss me,” I cried out, needing to feel his lips on mine. His mouth covered mine, his tongue diving into my mouth as I gasped, his cock now hitting a new angle. We battled, him nipping at my tongue and lips, tempting and taunting me to fight back.

  “I need to come, Blizzard,” I urged, knowing that it was coming but desperately seeking something that would push me off the edge into the clouds of bliss.

  His kisses moved down my chest and between my breasts until he reached the chain. Taking it in his teeth, he pulled sharply. The sting is one that I embrace, allowing it to move through my body, like a match to a fuse. It burned through me, alighting all my senses until it reached my core and the fireworks exploded.

  “Blizzard!” I screamed, my feet digging into the mattress and my entire body lifting o
ff the bed as his cock pounded ruthlessly into my clenching pussy.

  “Fuck!” he growled, dropping the chain and pressing his face into the crook of my neck, his thrusts becoming uneven and erratic as I drew every last ounce of cum from him. I cursed the restraints holding me captive, wishing I could dig my nails in and draw them down his back to his ass. We’re a shuddering mess, the both of us fighting hard to breathe.

  “Holy shit,” I finally managed to huff, and he chuckled softly against my neck.

  “Damn, baby,” he groaned, finally sitting back. He squeezed the clamps in his hands, releasing my tortured buds and sending a deep shudder through my body. They were numb now and I knew they would be a little tender later, but it was worth it, every damn time.

  He reached over my head, unbuckling the cuffs and pulling my wrists to his lips, kissing the reddened skin softly. Blizzard was always very attentive after we played. Making sure that I wasn’t hurting or uncomfortable. I found I liked the dominant Blizzard, he was demanding, and sexy, and I would do almost anything to please him.

  But I loved the gentle Blizzard. He was still sexy as fucking hell, and all kinds of alpha male, but he was sweet and soft. A man who truly cared about his woman and wasn’t afraid to show the world.

  He finally pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. He laid down and pulled me into his side, placing soft kisses on my head and rubbing his hand up and down my back. “That was…” he started, blowing out a long breath.

  “Fucking amazing?” I giggled.

  “Fucking amazing,” he echoed.

  “Do you have to go now since I kinda wasted all your eating time?” I questioned, cuddling closer and enjoying the heat of his body.

  He snorted. “After that? Hell no, if my woman is going to do that for me, I damn well owe her some fucking cuddles afterward.”

  Damn straight.

  I groaned as my cell began to buzz on the night stand.

  “You better get that.” Rose giggled softly as I attempted to ignore it and bury my face into the crook of her neck. “It could be important.”

  The buzzing soon stopped and I sighed in relief. My lips pressed to her jaw, and she tried to wiggle away from me as my bristles tickled her face. “If it’s important they’ll call back.” I shouldn’t have said those words because as soon as I did, the buzz started up again. I growled, kissing her one last time before rolling over and snatching my cell up and hitting the answer button. “Yeah?”

  “The DNA tests came back,” Matthew said, getting straight to the point. I sat up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. “They’re a match.”

  “Fuck,” I snapped. “Have we got a name or anything to go on?”

  Matthew inhaled deeply. “Yeah, Edward Dean.”

  Bracing my elbows on my knees, I hung my head. “Okay, so we have something to go on. What do we know about this guy?”

  “We know that he’s dead.”

  “Excuse me?” I snapped, turning to look at Rose with wide eyes. She frowned. “Say that again.”

  Matthew laughed, but it was void of any humor. “Edward Dean, Jayla’s father, is dead.”

  Rose’s mouth fell open and I knew she’d heard what he’d said.

  “How does a dead man give consent for these assholes to take custody?” I roared, pushing to my feet and pacing the room. “What the fucking hell is going on here?”

  “Technically she never said he gave them consent to take custody. She said Jayla’s father never wanted to be a part of her life. Which makes sense since ol’ Edward was over thirty years Hayley’s senior and she was a minor,” he explained, his voice harsh and clearly frustrated by this clusterfuck of information. I heard him take a deep breath before he spoke again. “Look, I’m not suggesting you do anything illegal…” of course he wouldn’t, “…but we need to find out what’s in her files. She has something hidden there, she wouldn’t be contesting this if she didn’t. I need to know what it is or we’re going into this court case flying fucking blind.”

  I stood a little straighter, my eyes lifting to find Rose watching me intently, a look of fear on her face. Not fear of me, no, fear of losing Jayla. I clenched my fists as I walked over to the bed, cupping her jaw in my hand and drawing her lips to mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, but when I pulled back, I knew she could see the promise in my eyes.

  “Leave it to me,” I told Matthew, holding Rose’s gaze. “I’ll get what you need.”

  “You’ve got less than a week, Blizzard. The more time I have to prepare, the better.”

  “I’ll get it.” I hit end call and tossed my cell onto the bed.

  “This is bad isn’t it?” Rose murmured, tugging the loose sheet around her body. “I bought her Christmas presents today…”

  “And she will get to open them… on Christmas day… with us,” I told her sternly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and threading my fingers into her beautiful dark locks. “She’s going to stay with us, you have to trust me.”

  “I do,” she whispered, meeting my gaze.

  I dipped my head, capturing her mouth with mine and pushing her back onto the bed. Pulling the sheet back, my hand grazed down her supple skin, sending electricity through my body and lighting my senses. Our tongues tangled, she always battled with me at first. She liked to stand against me because she knew that I would have to work harder, to take that role to overpower her, which she loved so much.

  Rose was a strong woman. She’d been broken before and had come back fighting, but she was also soft, sweet, and liked an air of dominance. I think it makes her feel safe, knowing that there was someone in control, someone she could trust to take over, to take charge.

  “I have to go,” I muttered as I scraped my teeth over her earlobe.

  She groaned loudly, rubbing her naked thighs together as I continued to tease her, trailing my tongue down her neck to her collarbone. “You have to go?” she panted, one of her hands gripping my neck as the other went in search of my cock which was hardening at a record pace.

  I knew as soon as she touched it I was done for, and I needed to get to the clubhouse to catch Op to see what we can do about this situation.

  Wrench wasn’t in town at the moment, so he wasn’t going to be much help on the computer front. Which meant we would need to approach this differently. I pulled away, despite my body aching to take my woman again. She whimpered, sticking out her bottom lip and sulking at me as she tried to slow her breathing.

  “Sorry, baby,” I slapped her outer thigh, the sound resonated in the room, and I managed to jump back before Rose’s fist connected with my arm.

  “Ow!” she yelped, glaring at me.

  I grinned back at her as I picked up my jeans and hauled them on followed by my shirt, hoodie and cut. It was getting cold out. Snow hadn’t fallen as of yet, but the nights were freezing. We got a few random snowfalls in winter each year, just enough to keep us off our bikes for a few days which made the whole club cranky.

  “I gotta go talk this shit through with Op. You gonna come to the club after you pick up Jay?” I pulled my hood up over my head and moved back. Rose pushed onto her knees, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I wrapped my arm around her.

  She nodded. “Yeah, I told Chelsea we’d have dinner there tonight.”

  “Good.” Leaning down, I pecked her on the lips. “See you in a couple hours. Love you.”

  The smile that came back to me almost made me weak in the knees. Rose was fucking stunning. She never wore makeup and her hair was an unruly mess, but she had an easy beauty that flowed through her, showing a true reflection of the soul inside her.

  “I love you, too.”

  I rushed out, grabbing my keys off the table by the front door and climbing on my bike. The club was less than a three-minute drive from the house I’d bought for us to live in, it was basically perfect. I had Rose, I had Jayla, and we had somewhere where we could watch her grow up. That wasn’t going to change.

  Jayla was going to be with us fore
ver.

  I knew it.

  I could feel it in my blood.

  The way she’d attached herself to not just me, but to Rose had at first been confusing. No one was quite sure why she felt more comfortable around me than even the women in the club or the girls from X-Rated who used to care for her.

  But it made sense now. This was where she felt safe. We were her net when she was falling, and we caught her holding her tight.

  She’d been through some shit and I wasn’t sure if we’d ever know just what that was. I would be happy if she grew up and those memories she harbored deep inside her disappeared with her youth. I hoped that was what would happen. We were going to give her the best life possible, the best chance at that coming to light. I wasn’t about to let these mother-fuckers think that they could come in here and take her away.

  There was some hidden agenda.

  Something we weren’t seeing.

  But I was going to fucking find it and if I couldn’t…

  There were other ways to make people disappear.

  I pulled up to the clubhouse and parked my bike in the perfectly constructed row of sparkling chrome.

  “Hey man.” Pulling my helmet off my head, I looked over and spotted Skins walking out of the garage that was connected to the club. He wiped his hands on a dirty rag as he strolled over. I liked Skins, he was a good kid. I knew Op was thinking about letting him join the club as a prospect, but so far, he hadn’t convinced all the men that he was ready.

  He used to be a part of the same club that my Mom was in. A club they created to disguise the fact that they were really FBI agents working to bring down the scum of the earth. Unfortunately, it had to be abandoned when their cover became compromised, and Skins decided instead of going back to the Bureau, that he wanted to join a real club.

  There was apprehension within the club, understandably. But so far, he’d stuck it out here, even without a promise of a patch. I had to give him props for that.

  “What’s up?” I asked, taking his hand as he held it out to me and slapping him on the back.