Kennedy (The Phoenix Club Girl Diaries #1)

by Addison Jane

  I let Repo go and fell back on the bed, my eyes closed and my body still shuddering.

  Turned out, he had other plans for me.

  One hard thrust and his cock filled me. I gasped, my back bowing off the bed for a long few seconds as he settled inside me. When I fell back down, I opened my eyes.

  Repo leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of my body, his grinning face just a breath above mine. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he rasped as he pulled his hips back and slammed inside me again, stealing my breath for a second time.

  I reached up, taking his face in my hands and running my fingers across his rough five o’clock shadow which I was starting to love. It was a mixture of the way it felt against the palm of my hand mixed with the fact that he was becoming more and more welcoming to me touching him there, and that combined had me so excited.

  His thrusts hit hard, each one drawing the sounds of pleasure from my mouth, unable to hold them in. He held himself over me, his eyes roaming my body, watching the way it moved with him, how my breasts would jump every time he forced himself inside me, harder, faster.

  “Say you’ll be mine, just fucking mine,” he demanded, his voice rough and thick, his eyes meeting mine again.

  I nodded eagerly, cupping his face with my hands and pulling him down. He kept our bodies apart, but his mouth latched onto mine, the hurried motion of his hips matching the frenzied and electrifying kiss.

  It told me everything.

  I wanted to be his.

  I wanted to allow him to take control, to give it all, and to trust him to look after me, protect me—something I’d never done before. This was me giving him that.

  “Yours,” I told him in a whisper.

  He pulled back, pressing his forehead to mine while I held tight to his face, his hips slamming into me, that pressure building once again.

  My mouth fell open, and he gritted his teeth as my body exploded for a second time, my pussy clenching around him and my body beginning to shake. The wave washed over and over, and with one final hard thrust inside me, I gasped as he growled his release.

  “Fucking…” he cursed, whatever he said after that, if anything, I didn’t hear.

  His hair fell across his face tickling my cheek and making me laugh as I swatted it away. It should be cut, but I loved it like it was. Because it was him.

  “This is where we’re meant to cuddle,” he muttered as he pulled away and stretched his body up tall. I once again wiggled my satisfied body into the soft blankets that we had just made a complete mess off.

  “We don’t cuddle.” It was true. We didn’t. And I was completely okay with that. With Repo, I didn’t need him to cuddle me to remind me that he’s there, or that he cares, or that I’m not just a piece of ass. He’d made all of those things clear with every other way that he looks out for me, the way he looks out for Brooklyn.

  We connect on a different level.

  A level that doesn’t need cuddles.

  He leaned over me again, and I grinned up at him. It was so him, keeping just enough distance between us for him to be comfortable, but still pushing himself further than before.

  He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “We don’t cuddle,” he agreed with a snort, kissing me once more and pulling back, heading for the bathroom. He didn’t shut the door, but I heard the shower start and my body that a second ago was completely at peace and satisfied, suddenly had other thoughts.

  “We don’t cuddle,” I called over the noise, looking over my shoulder as his naked form appeared in the doorway. “But how do we feel about shower sex?”

  REPO

  ONE MONTH LATER

  “Hi, is this Micah?”

  It always threw me off to hear someone use my real name. It was generally only my little brother, and he knew how much it frustrated me now, which was why he continued to use it and refuse to use my road name. The thing was, I wasn’t Micah anymore, and I hadn’t been for a fucking long time.

  Either way, I answered. “Yes, it is.”

  “This is Daphne from Inner City Jewelers,” the soft voice explained, that same voice that every grandma had which was a little shaky but sickeningly sweet. “Our jeweler is done with your custom order, and it’s ready to be picked up anytime you’d like to come by.”

  Movement caught my eye, and I looked up to see Kennedy walking down the staircase rubbing her eyes and yawning.

  I grinned. “That’s awesome, I’ll try to get in sometime today.”

  “See you then, love.”

  “Where are you going today?” Kennedy asked, walking straight up to me and taking my cut in her hands as she waited for me. This was just how we’d come to approach things. Some days I could handle more contact than other days. Sometimes it all depended on what I’d been through that day or what kind of stress I had on my mind.

  I brushed her hair back with my hand and tilted her face upward, dipping down and capturing her lips softly. She tasted like mint toothpaste, and when I pulled back, I licked my lips. “Did you brush your teeth before you came down for breakfast?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because I wanted that.”

  I snorted and placed my hand on her back directing her toward the dining room. When we stepped inside the room, Angel, Avery, and Meyah were all sitting at a table, the rest of the boys had already been in and eaten this morning.

  All four girls looked completely exhausted, but they were up until four this morning cleaning the new building, so that it looked amazing when the guys went through it today. The rebuild had been done in record time and they were looking at starting the interior. They’d worked their asses off too.

  I know because I got up to go and get Kennedy at four, and the place had turned from a building site to something fucking extraordinary. It was spotless, it was pristine, and they deserved to sleep in.

  “Sit down and eat some breakfast,” I told her, pushing her gently into a chair at the table with the rest of the girls. “The guys should be riding in within the hour, and I have to shoot into town to pick up a couple things before they get here.”

  She allowed me to put her in the seat, but she looked up at me with a scrutinizing stare. “What’s going on?”

  I grinned down at her and shrugged. “Nothing.”

  “It’s something,” Meyah cut in before shoveling a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. I looked over at her with narrowed eyes. She just smiled back, opening her mouth too wide and allowing a dribble of milk to slide down her chin.

  “That’s hot,” Kennedy grimaced.

  “I’m pregnant, leave me alone,” she mumbled around her food, wiping her chin with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

  “And that affects your ability to chew with your mouth closed?” Kennedy questioned with a devious smirk.

  Angel covered a giggle with her hand. "Let's face it, Meyah often struggles to keep her mouth closed."

  "Or her legs, obviously," Kennedy added casually.

  No fucking joke, if you heard this shit anywhere else, you'd think they hated each other. But no one blinked a damn eye.

  Meyah just continued to stuff her face with a shrug. "Hashtag, fuck you all."

  “Fucking hell,” I groaned, pressing a kiss to the top of my woman’s head and backing away. “I’ll be back in an hour or so. Don’t call me, I’ll call you.” I made a quick exit.

  Part of me felt a little strange about what I was about to do. I hadn’t been completely honest with Kennedy, she didn’t know how much I actually knew and honestly, it was better that way. It was better that I took on the burden, knowing that although things over the past month had been quiet, they weren’t going to stay that way.

  Crow hadn’t given up.

  He just knew when to back the fuck off because if he’d kept coming at the club, the next time he tried something, I would have fucking killed him. Problem solved.

  But like the little cockroach that he was, he decided to hide.

  It didn’t matter, though. I was done with thi
s looking over my shoulder shit. I didn’t run scared. So, I was about to lay it all out for him.

  He was gonna come to me.

  And we were going to end this shit.

  KENNEDY

  It was nice to have the clubhouse so full. Huntsman and some of the boys were here from Vegas, and after the inspection today, we were celebrating because the club had the go-ahead to start the interior, and they were going to decide on an opening date.

  Even though I hadn’t been there through the entire thing, I was still proud as hell of all the shit that they’d managed to achieve in such a short time, and I wanted to do whatever I could to help and show my appreciation.

  This was really beginning to feel like home. Things with Repo were starting to feel pretty real too.

  “Yo, listen up, you bastards,” Repo called, standing part way up the staircase. The noise in the room lowered pretty quickly. I wasn’t sure if it was because they were asked to shut up, or if everyone was a little in awe of Repo who was usually a quiet member, suddenly demanding the focus be on him.

  “For anyone who didn’t know,” Repo started with a smirk. “It’s Brooklyn’s eighteenth birthday next weekend.”

  Hoots and hollers went up around the clubhouse, and Brooklyn climbed up on a chair for a second, taking herself a dramatic bow and soaking up her moment in the spotlight.

  “What I know a lot of you don’t know, is that Brooklyn and I actually share a birthday.”

  My mouth dropped open.

  No fucking way.

  How did I not know this?

  “I’m turning thirty,” he grumbled but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. The room was suddenly full of chatter and laughter, but when I looked over at Brooklyn, all I saw was her eyes light up. “So, I had a fucking chat with Shotgun, and turns out there’s enough staff on at the club next weekend to cover all of us.” He looked at Brooklyn with a smirk. “So, we’re heading to Dallas to go to the Dallas County Fair to celebrate me being old, and the kid now being old enough to work the bar when we’re short on staff.”

  Everyone cheered and Repo stepped down off the staircase. I walked toward him, a little in shock, a little in excitement.

  This man, he surprised me every day with his generosity and his ability just to be a fucking amazing human being. Not only that, but since we’d been at the clubhouse, he and Brooklyn had only grown closer. I watched as Brooklyn rushed over to Repo with a smile, stopping in front of him for a second. She was so excited she was bouncing on her toes like a little kid who’d just been told she was going to Disneyland.

  For her, though, this was practically the same.

  It was maybe even more.

  A road trip.

  A fair.

  Spending time with people who made her feel like she had a family again.

  I was just about to join the two of them when Repo suddenly rushed back up the stairs again. “I wasn’t done yet, you impatient assholes.” The room fell to a hush, but then his eyes began to move through us, searching.

  For me.

  He reached down and picked up a package off the ground, taking the cardboard lid off and grabbing the piece of leather inside. He held it up, turning it around to show the patches on the back. For a second, I wondered whose it was. If they were also patching in another of the boys tonight. But then I realized it wasn’t a prospect cut or patch.

  It was a property patch.

  He walked forward, coming down the stairs toward me, holding it up for me to see. “I get you don’t want to be owned,” he said as he stopped in front of me. “But how about we think of this as more of you being my partner in crime?”

  If you’d have asked me a year ago if I would be accepting a property patch and becoming an old lady, I would have told you that you’d been smoking too many drugs.

  He’s right, I didn’t want to be owned, I didn’t believe in being owned, and while I understood it was a common theme with the club and their women, Repo also understood what those things meant for me. And he understood that I wanted something different.

  Everyone was still watching.

  I could see Brooklyn out of the corner of my eye. Her head was bobbing up and down. I’d always done everything based on what was best for her. This time, though, this was what was best for us both. And this time, we both got to be happy.

  I reached out and took it from Repo’s hands and pulled it into my chest, holding it close. The explosion from around us was so loud, I thought maybe the top might blow off the place.

  “I have a confession to make,” Repo announced in my ear with a grin. “I told everyone you were mine when we were back in Vegas.”

  My stomach flipped a little. It was almost funny that after these few months, he still had the ability to make me want to blush and giggle like a little girl.

  “I have a confession to make, too,” I told him, getting up on my tiptoes and leaning in. “That’s about how long I’ve been hoping that you would.”

  KENNEDY

  The trip to Dallas was long and tedious. We had to split it up over two days, which Brooklyn was already not impressed with, given this was her first official ‘birthday trip’ as she was affectionately calling it. We drove in the SUV with Meyah, who Shake had banned from the back of his bike due to her growing belly.

  The Dallas Brothers welcomed us all with open arms.

  Digger, the club president, kind of reminded me of a gentle giant.

  We all kind of just felt like it was home.

  “Is it like this at all Brothers by Blood clubhouses?” I asked Meyah as we sat outside on their patio, enjoying the smell of the barbecue and watching the boys suck at darts.

  “What do you mean?” she asked with a frown.

  I laughed and shook my head. “Nothing.” If she had to ask what I meant, that meant she was so used to this that the question didn’t even compute in her brain.

  Repo slipped onto the bench seat beside me and handed me a beer.

  “I’d love one, thanks!” Brooklyn grinned but Repo just shook his head. “Nice try, kid. We’re going out later, and I don’t think anyone is going to appreciate you puking all over them on the rollercoaster because you couldn’t handle one beer.”

  She screwed up her nose but didn’t argue.

  “You can have this, though,” he added, placing a large square velvet covered box on the picnic table. She looked between Repo and the box, not really sure of what to make of it. “Open it.”

  Brooklyn looked over at me, and I started to laugh. “It’s not my birthday. Don’t look at me. It’s your present.”

  I had no idea what it was, and in that moment, I had to fight the urge to lean into Repo’s body. I was learning, though, it wasn’t exactly about me needing his touch, it was just about having him close and being able to feel his energy.

  She took the large box which I recognized now as something they usually put necklaces in, and she opened the lid. I couldn’t see what was inside, but my little sister’s mouth dropped open, and her eyes began to water.

  “Oh, fuck,” Repo groaned, still having his struggle moments with tears.

  Brook reached into the box and pulled out a beautiful sparkling tiara. There was a diamond right at the top of the highest point in the middle, and two down a little lower on either side. It wasn’t out there or crazy, it was understated and simple but it still sparkled. It was basically Brooklyn in tiara form.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, the emotion caught in her throat. She was overwhelmed but in the most amazing way.

  Repo nodded, his fingers lazily chasing the edging of my jeans. “Happy birthday.”

  She grinned, placing the tiara on her head. “Happy birthday to you, too, old man.”

  “Turn off the music. It’s my eighteenth birthday which means I get one wish,” my little sister spouted as she climbed up onto the bartop of the Dallas Brothers by Blood clubhouse.

  “That’s not a thing!” someone shouted causing the room to laugh, but my sister i
n all her fucking glory lifted her chin high and ignored it. She was gonna have her damn wish no matter what. She’d made herself at home already and honestly, I don’t think anyone minded one bit.

  She wore the tiara Repo had given her for her birthday on her head with pride. She refused to take it off for anyone. You could see how much it meant to her, how much she appreciated Repo and what he’d done for us.

  “Repo…” I was looking up at her and feeling a little nervous.

  He snorted, grabbing my hand and pulling my body back against him. “Let her entertain the people with her wish,” he murmured in my ear. My body relaxed back against his. This was how it was. Repo was opening up a little more each day, being more physical, but in ways that he found worked for him.

  He still didn’t cope well if I placed my hands directly on his body, but he was becoming more and more comfortable with having different parts of us touching. And honestly, that was all I needed. What we had didn’t start out normal, and it was probably never going to be normal, but what we had between us was special.

  So we’d just do it our way. At our pace.

  Everyone in the club started chanting.

  “Wish, wish, wish, wish!”

  The smile on Brooklyn’s face as she stood up on the bar was like nothing I’d ever seen before. This was new for the both of us. Neither of us had really had the full opportunity to be our age, not to have to worry about if we were safe, if we were gonna be able to keep our electricity on, or have food to eat. And that didn’t even include the days where it was the toss the of a coin as to whether I ended up in the hospital, whether I’d be able to get out of bed and more recently—whether I’d just be alive at the end of the day.

  That was the gamble I took with Crow and his men. It was like playing an even more fucked-up version of Russian roulette.