Hadley (The Club Girl Diaries Book 3) (2 page)

“Gonna have to rain check that one,” he replied, his voice husky and smooth as his eyes danced all over my body. “I don’t fuck in the same room as my girl.”

I chewed my lip, trying to hide my disappointment. I guess I couldn’t argue with that, his words just proving what I had already suspected in the few moments in his presence. He was a great dad.

“Next time,” I said quietly, taking a step back so I could make my exit.

“Yeah, next time.”

I couldn’t wait.

“You seriously need to have a boy.” Rose laughed as we walked down the Main Street of Athens.

Chelsea chuckled. “No kidding. With all these girls around, there’s going to be no one to take over the club.”

“I bet Harlyn would take a pretty good shot at it,” Rose replied.

“Now there’s a sight I’d like to see. That girl would whip them into shape in no time.” Kat nodded like it was the best idea she’d heard.

Chelsea and Rose were both old ladies to the highest degree. Chelsea being Optimus, the president’s woman, and Rose belonging to the vice president, Blizzard. Rose was actually one of the reasons I was here. She’d come to Arkansas to help rescue one of my club’s old ladies, Lane, when she was captured by a rival club looking to take over our territory.

Lane also happened to be Blizzard’s sister, his mom was also an agent working undercover.

At the time, I’d been working as a stripper at The Backroom, and I’d helped Rose attract her target to get her on the inside. Hearing her talk about the Brothers by Blood had intrigued me, especially when she mentioned the club girl aspect.

Sex had never been something I was ashamed of or felt like I needed to hide. I enjoyed it, I loved it. I was perfectly okay with my sexuality.

“Yeah, Harlyn already has those guys wrapped around her little finger. But our girls need brothers to watch out for them and keep them in line.” Rose giggled.

“We have a scan on Monday, I think it’s too early to tell the sex, but we just want to make sure everything is okay,” Chelsea commented as we stopped outside a cute little baby boutique. “The boys from Troy are coming up on Wednesday to celebrate. I can’t wait to see Harmony.”

Kat nudged me in the side. Kat was one of the strippers from X-Rated, the strip club the Brothers owned. We’d hit it off instantly. “You ready for that, girl?”

I frowned. “Ready for what?”

Chelsea grinned. “The club girls are expected to
entertain
the members of visiting clubs.”

A smile grew on my face. “They as good looking as the boys here?”

Kat fanned herself dramatically. “Ohhh, yes. I’ll be there, too. They always call in reinforcements for these things. The rules are dropped and the fun begins.”

Kat had explained before that the men weren’t allowed to touch the strippers, with the exception of special occasions, I guessed like this. And by the look on her face, she was only too happy to oblige.

I rubbed my hands together. “Sounds good to me.”

We all laughed, but it was soon cut short by some raised voices from across the road.

“Is that Sugar?” Rose asked, narrowing her eyes.

I followed her line of sight, finding a man in a suit waving his hands furiously at a young woman. She had burgundy hair that glistened in the sunlight. She was pointing like she was ordering him away, but his voice only rose higher.

“I’m going over there,” Chelsea said quickly, stepping up to the curb and looking for traffic.

“I’ll come with you,” Rose said, jogging after her as she crossed the street in determination.

I looked to Kat. “Who is Sugar?”

Kat kept her eye on the confrontation with careful eyes. The man disappeared around the corner as he caught sight of Chelsea and Rose’s approach.

“Sugar is Harlyn’s mom.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “How come I haven’t seen her around the club?”

“It’s a long story. One I don’t even know all the details to. But there was some tension, and Op felt she wasn’t doing what was right by Harlyn, so he’s keeping her at the club until Sugar sorts her shit out,” Kat explained. Chelsea reached out to Sugar, but the woman snatched her arm away. “Which still seems like a work in progress.”

I could hear the disappointment in Kat’s voice.

I knew from being around the club the last few weeks that Harlyn was adored by everyone. And it wasn’t just because she was the president’s daughter. She was sassy and smart, and I’d seen her watching over Blizzard and Rose’s little girl Jayla with a sharp eye. She had a big heart for a little girl, and it made me sad to think a mother could just up and leave her child like that.

Chelsea’s shoulders sagged, as Sugar turned her back and shot back inside the store that they were standing outside of. Rose grabbed Chelsea’s hand and pulled her back toward us, but I could tell Chelsea was reluctant to leave.

“Who was the guy?” Kat asked as they joined us again on the sidewalk.

Rose shrugged. “She wouldn’t say.”

Chelsea stood staring at the building. “I wish she would talk to us. Op is so worried. And Harlyn misses her so much.”

“Does she see Harlyn?” I asked.

“Op takes her to visit for a few hours here and there, but she’s never offered more than that.” I could tell it was weighing heavy on Chelsea’s heart. She cared a lot about Harlyn, she was her step daughter. “I just don’t get it. She was an amazing mother. Then a few weeks ago, bam, she pretty much handed Harlyn off and won’t come around the club or anything. It makes no sense.”

“Hopefully, she comes forward soon, before things get too bad,” Rose said, rubbing Chelsea’s arm soothingly.

“Okay, enough of this shit,” Kat cut in, suddenly. “We are happy, we are joyous, we are celebrating your Old Man’s monster sperm taking over and producing that spawn in your belly. So let’s go shopping.”

We all looked at her stunned before breaking out into laughter. “Monster sperm?” I giggled.

Kat looked at me with complete seriousness. “Have you seen the size of that man? Imagine how big and buff his sperm is.”

I thought I caught Chelsea blush, but she covered it with her laughter.

Rose ushered us into the baby shop, the door tinkling as the bell above it rang. “I think we should take bets on how big it’s going to be. I think eight pounds.”

Kat scoffed as we made our way through the cute displays. “Did you not just hear the monster sperm discussion? That baby is going to be a twelve pounder. No doubt in my mind.”

Chelsea froze and turned slowly to face Kat. “Twelve pounds?” she whispered, the blush of her cheeks now completely vanishing and leaving her looking pale.

“Hell, yes,” Kat boasted. “Seriously, was no one listening when I said monster sperm?”

“Nuh-uh. No way,” Chelsea commented nervously, looking down at the front of her pants. “I can’t have a twelve-pound baby.”

I rolled my eyes. “How big was Harlyn when she was born? Maybe that will give you an idea.”

She scrambled for her cell phone, whipping it out of her pocket and hitting the speed dial.

I caught Rose covering her mouth, trying her best not to smile. She shook her head and strolled over to the bassinets, running her fingers over the light lace fabrics.

“Op? No, I’m fine… This is an emergency!” Chelsea said frantically into her phone.

The sales lady came over and greeted us. “Can I help you, ladies?” She was an older lady, but her smile was warm and welcoming.

Kat pointed to Chelsea. “Her baby is going to be huge. Twelve pounds. We need a crib or something that can hold that much weight.”

Chelsea’s eyes widened again. “How much did Harlyn weigh when she was born?” she asked frantically. The sales lady seemed confused, staring at Chelsea’s still basically flat stomach. “Nine pounds, Twelve ounces!” she screeched loudly.

At this stage, Rose, Kat, and I couldn’t contain ourselves any longer, filling the store with laughter while the sales lady still stared on in shock and awe.

“How is that supposed to fit out my vajayjay! Your thing is not as big as a ten-pound baby’s head, Op!” I heard the deep rumble of his voice on the other end as he attempted to calm his woman. “You try and have a baby then! I’d like to see you fire a watermelon out your ass.” She pulled the phone from her ear and mashed her fingers against the screen as she attempted to hang up on him.

Kat was clinging to the old lady shop owner, attempting not to fall over as she was laughing so hard. Rose, on the other hand, had been unsuccessful and was sitting on the ground attempting to breathe in and out through the giggles.

“I hate you all,” Chelsea growled, making sure to glare at every one of us in turn, including the old woman.

“Chill out, prego…” Kat grinned, finally calm enough to speak. “You’re like three months along and your stomach is still flat as ever. You’re not gonna have a twelve-pound baby.”

Chelsea’s brow knitted together. “I’m not?”

Rose rolled her eyes as she pulled herself off the floor. “It’s highly doubtful.”

She sighed in relief, but just as she did the sound of her phone ringing filled the silence. She groaned. “He’s going to lock me up for this.”

And the laughter began again.

The men clocked us the second we walked through the doors.

Op, Slider, and Blizzard were sitting at a table close to the bar. Chelsea froze as her eyes connected with Optimus’ but she was soon making a run for the stairs that led to their room.

“Chelsea,” Op growled, halting her escape. Both Blizzard and Slider sat at the table with massive grins on their faces.

Chelsea blushed. “I’m just gonna…” She held up her bags and pointed upstairs before ducking out. Op shook his head, but I could see him smiling.

Rose and I both made our way over to the boys.

“Who do I have to blame for this freakout?” Optimus asked.

Rose giggled and held her hands up in surrender. “That was all…
Kat.
”

He rolled his eyes. “Typical.”

“I think she’s okay now. We managed to convince her that she wasn’t going to have to push a child the size of a small country out her vag.” I laughed.

“Speaking of vag…” Slider beamed as he pushed back from the table and grabbed my hand.

“Smooth, Casanova,” Blizzard commented dryly as Slider pulled me down the hall toward my room. I followed willingly.

One of the club girl rules was never saying no to a member unless you felt as though you were afraid, sick, or you were being hurt.

That being said, the boys were all very respectful. I never got the feeling that they would force any of the girls here to do anything they wouldn’t want to, and if I simply said no, I believed that they would stop.

Sure, they could be dirty and vulgar in the bedroom, but who didn’t want a little bit of excitement with their sex. I drew the line at shit like bondage, but Rose did tell me that there were a couple of club girls who were into that kind of thing. The boys knew that if that was what they were feeling, that was who they needed to see.

Slider pulled me through the doorway and slammed the door behind me before easing my body back against it. His lips found my neck and my body relaxed as he went about kissing and sucking along the sensitive skin.

“Been wanting to do this since you appeared two weeks ago,” he murmured against my skin.

I tilted my head to the side, enjoying the attention as his hands moved under my loose shirt and he paused for a moment to pull it over my head. “What’s taken you so long?” I whispered.

I knew Slider had a thing for me. He’d always been super sweet and kind, showing me attention, making me laugh, helping me find and learn my way. But up until this point, he’d never touched me like this. It had confused me to begin with, but I’d gotten used to it.

Now, things were moving to the next level and even though it felt good, it also felt very strange. The other men, so far, had let me know they respected me, but they just wanted sex. And that was completely fine with me. That was what I came here for, and what I wanted too. But this, with Slider now, felt different. It was like he had become a friend, and this next level was moving on to weird.

I tried to block that thought out of my mind as I genuinely cared about him, and I was here to do a job. Make him happy. If this was the way he wanted me to do that, then that’s what I would do.

His hands moved over my breasts as his mouth finally claimed mine in what seemed like a rush. I kissed him back, letting the sensation of his hands moving under the material of my bra fuel me.

It felt good, exciting.

I reached behind my back, undoing the clasp of my bra and letting it fall free, giving him better access to my well-endowed chest. Gently moving him back as our mouths dueled, I pushed him down to sit at the edge of the bed, climbing on his lap to straddle him.

Slider took the opportunity of my body placement, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking as I ground my pussy against the crotch of his jeans. With just a skirt on and a thong barely covering me, I was sure I should have felt more. I tried not to be disappointed when I couldn’t find the friction I needed. He moved onto the other breast, the attention he was showing to my body, spurring me on.

You couldn’t fault these guys with their sex game. Unless they were looking for a quick blowjob to get them by, they always made sure to work your body right, so by the time they got to pulling their cocks out, you were fucking begging for it. They wanted the girl they were with to have just as much fun as they were, and that made it all the more appealing.

After a few minutes, he halted my motions. Holding my hips steady. “Get on your knees.”

I slipped off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes. He had sweat on his forehead and his face seemed clenched in frustration. Maybe I was getting this wrong.

I made quick work of undoing his buckle and pants and pulling them down to his knees. It surprised me when I expected a large dick to spring free. But instead, he was still soft. I tried not to look confused, taking it in my hand and pulling on it a few times before I bent forward and covered it with my mouth.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t worked a guy up from this before, but it usually happened a lot faster than this. I kept at it, even after a few minutes with still no response.

“Fuck!” he growled loudly. He grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet, pushing me to the side and onto my bed.

I stared at him in stunned silence as he started tugging his jeans up. When he lifted his shirt, my eyes caught the small pin prick in his smooth stomach. Slider was sexy, but he didn’t have the rippling abs like some of the other men. He was just toned. The mark stood out against his pale skin.

“Slider,” I started cautiously. “What’s that?” I pointed to his stomach, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. We both stilled, neither one of us willing to make a movement and scare the other. My eyes met his and for a second, I saw sadness. He hadn’t wanted me to see it. I bet he didn’t want anyone to see it. It was a secret that he’d been hiding.

“It’s nothing,” he snapped, roughly tugging the bottom of his shirt down and adjusting his cut over it.

“Slider…”

“Leave it alone, Hadley.” His voice was sharp and harsh, a tone that just minutes ago I would have told you could have never come from his mouth.

Slider was always the joker. He laughed, he made others laugh, and in uncomfortable situations his sarcasm and quick wit were what pulled people through.

“Slider—”

“I said leave it alone!” he yelled, breathing heavily, his chest heaving.

My body tensed, and my arms automatically went around myself, shielding my half naked body from him.

The deep glare in his eyes softened slightly, and his shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry.” He turned sharply and headed for the door.

Just as he reached for the handle I called out to him, “I’m here, if you need to talk.” I tried to reassure him, but my voice was shaky and not confident. My nerves were shattered. I hadn’t expected this reaction from him. It hurt me to see him so angry and frustrated.

He paused like he was acknowledging my offer but was soon gone. My bedroom door closing softly behind him.

I took a deep breath and climbed off the bed, gathering my strewn clothes from the floor and pulling them back on my body. I could still see it in my head. His smooth untainted skin and that bright red pin hole in the side. I wondered for a second if I should go after him, force him to talk to me and give him the opportunity to explain. But I knew pushing him too far would only force him to cave in on himself.

He needed to come to me.

It needed to be on his terms and when he was comfortable, not when he was feeling embarrassed or ashamed.

I sighed deeply and sat down at the edge of my bed. I never thought that coming here would mean getting so invested in these people’s lives. A couple of measly weeks and I was already feeling like things were falling into place.

At first, this was about being protected—being protected while getting my rocks off. It was a win-win. But what it was becoming was so much more.

They said Club Girl Rule Number Two was—You must love the club.

The possibility of that idea two weeks ago seemed far-fetched. All these people here had been a part of this club for a lot longer than I had. I guessed it would come eventually, but I had no idea how long I was going to be here, and I never expected my need to care for these people would hit me so hard and so fast.

And now here I was. Needing to watch over and protect—Macy, the other night when I’d found her in the hall, my heart reaching out for Chelsea today as I’d watched Sugar walk away from her, and now this. The pain I felt knowing that Slider was struggling through something so significant, so life altering and just wanting to hold his hand and care for him.

He’d walked out of here probably thinking I was none the wiser.

But I knew exactly what I’d seen, and I knew exactly what kind of trouble he had going on.

I’d seen it before.

And it made my heart ache.

For him, and for all these people who considered him a brother.

Because once they found out, everyone was going to hurt.