Harmony (The Club Girl Diaries Book 1) (13 page)

My hand stilled and I reached out to grab her wrist, pinning it to the bed as I leaned over her. “The only way you’re getting any pleasure is from me. Tell me who you belong to, Harmony.”

She glared at me through lowered lashes. “I belong to the club.”

I growled, low and deep in the back of my throat. All common sense went out the window as soon as the words left her mouth. I couldn’t even count the amount of times I’d had to remind her that she was no longer a club whore. But something in that pretty little head of hers continued to contradict me and I was done with it.

I flipped her onto her stomach and ripped her shorts and panties from her lower half so that her bare ass and legs were exposed, pulling them down just enough so they held her knees together. My hand reared back before flying forward and connecting with her uncovered ass cheek. Her scream filled the air, but it was not one that was from pain. I did it again, loving the noise that echoed in the room as my palm connected with her now reddening flesh.

I rubbed at it, soothing the sting and enjoying the way her ass pushed back against my hand. I gripped her ass cheeks and leaned over her, lifting her shirt so that she could feel my hot chest against her naked back. The rock hard front of my jeans rubbed against her slick pussy, the material quickly dampening due to her greedy cunt.

I was careful not to put pressure on her shoulder as I moved my mouth to her ear. Her head was turned to the side and she was panting. She needed this, she wanted it so badly and yet she was still fighting.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Harmony? Tell me, and I’ll give you all the relief you need,” I whispered. I pulled her earlobe into my mouth, sucking gently. I wasn’t above forcing her to tell me that she was mine while she was in a haze of lust. I needed to hear the words come from her mouth. I craved them. I was done being the nice, understanding guy. I’d tried that. It hadn’t worked. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

I felt a whisper of air against my face. “What was that, baby?”

“I’m yours, Kit.” The words made me grind harder into her rear and she moaned. “You claimed me, I’m yours.”

I climbed off her and stood at the edge of the bed. She rolled her body gently and stared up at me, her eyes confused. My chest rose and fell in deep breaths as I tried to control my urges to jump on her and pound my cock into that lovely little hole like there was no tomorrow. But I had something I needed to say first before I rewarded her like that.

“One day, I want you to be my Old Lady, and not because I want to own you and keep you locked away. But because an MC President needs an Old Lady that’s strong and smart and loyal.” I saw her swallow deeply, my words possibly sinking in at last. “We can do this at any pace you like, baby. But with the strength, beauty and respect I see in you, I’m sorry, but I won’t let you slip by me without putting up a fight.”

I stood there for what seemed like forever. Our eyes staying connected the whole time. She never wavered, never cowered from my intense glare. And I knew for sure I’d made the right damn decision. My girl was fierce, she was strong and she would be able to handle anything that was thrown her way.

She slowly wriggled toward the edge of the bed, I didn’t step back. I refused to retreat. Standing slowly, her body having to gently brush against mine as she moved into my space.

“Show me.”

I cocked my head at her words. “Show you what, baby?”

Her hazel eyes sparkled. “Show me why being yours is going to be so damn good.”

Kit had smashed his way through my defenses. He’d made it clear that this time, with this man, there would be no walking away. My stomach turned and tightened. The idea both excited me and made me want to launch the contents of my stomach into the nearest receptacle.

They’d always walked away. Every man had walked away.

My father.

The substitutes my mother had fawned over.

The band members who often treated me like I was their own.

The men from the club.

And now suddenly, I had this man standing in front of me, swearing he would be everything, swearing he would never leave me high and dry. It was a hard pill to swallow, but for now I was ready to throw it back and chug whatever I could find in order to force it down.

“Show me why being yours is going to be so damn good?”

Kit didn’t miss a beat, his lips hitting mine with a force that was almost painful. We dueled, our tongues fighting their way into each other’s mouths. The sudden need to be close to him overwhelming all my other senses.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, hooking his hand around my neck and holding me captive. “I’ll show you. I’ll show you real good.”

He stepped forward, forcing me backward so I had to sit at the edge of the bed. The crotch of his jeans almost level with my face. I looked up at him and our eyes met, staying completely connected as I listened to him unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly. Just the simple sound of the zip coming down sent electric shocks straight to my already soaking pussy. His eyes were stern and commanding, holding me in place without him even having to touch me.

“Open.”

I did so immediately, holding my tongue out flat. I shivered as he lifted his cock and placed the base of it on the end of my tongue before drawing it down to the tip. I wanted to suck the large head into my mouth, but the look in his eyes told me that he needed control. He did the same motion again a few times, ordering me to moisten my mouth between strokes.

“Now you can suck.” I raised my hand to grip his long thick rod and direct it to my mouth, but he slapped it away. “Just use your mouth.”

I nodded, taking him between my lips and rolling my tongue around the head a few times. He groaned and I closed my eyes, feeling just as much pleasure from the act as I knew he was. It was all so simple, but I knew what he was doing was more about trust than anything. He needed to see me in some way submit to him, to be willing to allow him to have control over the situation and not hurt me, or take advantage while I was vulnerable.

I sucked him deeper into my mouth as he moved his hips back and forth. He controlled the speed and depth, and it was just right. His hand fisted in my hair, forcing my head up to look at his face as he finally pulled all the way out.

“Lay back, baby.”

I shuffled back so I was in the center of the bed, the movement difficult with one arm still held against my body in my sling.

Kit let his jeans fall to the floor but climbed on the bed with his MC cut still covering his torso. He rid me of my shorts which had barely been hanging on anyway and hooked my knees over his hips. He reached up, his hand snaking underneath my shirt and bra and kneading my full breast.

I moaned softly, the small amount of pressure on my nipple is still enough to excite my already buzzing body.

“As much as I want to see you completely bare, I’m not going to take this off. That would mean fucking with this sling and, to be honest, I need you too badly to waste that kind of time,” he gruffed as he used his other hand to position the head of his length right against my opening. I tightened my legs around him, urging him to continue.

Just as he said, he didn’t waste any time plowing himself straight into me. I screamed out loud, my back bowing of the bed as an instant wave of pleasure shot through my body, threatening to break me in two. His hand continued to twist and pull at my aching breast while his other gripped my hip, holding me in place as he thrust himself inside me over and over again.

I gripped the bed sheets, twisting my head back and forth, no doubt matting my hair together as he pushed me between the barrier of pleasure and pain. Riding the line so perfectly it was almost unbearable. My body shook the intense feeling of an impending orgasm filling me.

I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe. The power of his pistoning hips forcing the air straight out of my lungs. His fingers finally found my rock hard nipple and with one single tweak my body exploded. I grabbed hold of his forearm, digging my nails into the flesh as my body shook and I fought to breathe. A twisted moan finally falling from my mouth.

I didn’t even have time to be embarrassed about how fast I’d gotten off before I was suddenly moving through the air. Kit rolled, still planted firmly inside me until he was on his back and I was straddling his hips.

My body was moving instinctually before my mind even had time to catch up, still dazed and light from the pressure of my release. My hips moved up and down and I rolled them around, enjoying the different sensations each movement gave me.

Kit’s hands rested on my hips as he lay back and watched me. He was giving me control. He was letting me take charge. He was showing me that this was mutual, that he respected me enough to let me set the pace.

It empowered me, watching my man under me as I rode him. Putting me first, letting me take what I wanted.

What I wanted was more.

I slammed myself down on his cock, over and over. My legs burned and pain shot through my shoulder as my body jolted, but I didn’t care. I placed my hand on his chest, my nails scratching at his harden pec while I took my body higher and higher.

My breathing became ragged. My body burned with the effort and my shoulder continued to protest, but I was almost there.

Kit’s hands dug into my hips, stilling me and I whimpered. My climax so close I could taste it, feeling it tingling in my toes.

“I got you, baby.” Kit held my hips up as he began once again pushing himself inside me relentlessly, using the bounce of the bed to his advantage.

I screamed, “Oh my God!
Yes
!” It only took second before my body burst once again, my head thrown back and my body racked with chills of ecstasy. With one final pull, he speared my pussy onto him and growled my name as his release shot into me, my convulsing walls drawing out every single drop of cum from his cock.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, he was still spasming inside me and both our breathing was erratic. I dipped my forehead to rest on his and closed my eyes.

“I got you, baby,” he repeated softly in between deep breaths.

“You got me.”

“Kit?”

“Mmm,” I responded. I was content and happy. Lying on my bed with my girl in my arms, her head resting on my chest and her hair tickling my face – fucking bliss. We’d spent the last few days mostly like this whenever I was free from club duties. We were finally beginning to feel each other, understanding what the other wanted and slowly getting to know what made the other tick. I was enjoying my time with her. Harmony was still getting used to the arrangement and spent most of her time in my room. She said she was using the time to do some extra study. Apparently, even though they were on break, she said there were still assignments that she needed to keep on top of.

“What’s going on? Who is this guy Daniel?”

I groaned, not wanting to have this conversation with her, but knowing it was inevitable. “He’s a bad guy, babe.”

She snorted and pushed herself up. I opened my eyes to find her staring down at me, worry creasing her beautiful face. “No shit. His goons tried to drag me into the back of a van. He attacks me in a dirty public bathroom. His look screams classy, but his actions say the complete opposite.”

“Flesh peddler.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “A what?”

I sighed, having avoided this conversation so far was a miracle, but I knew it was coming. “He deals in women.”

She gasped. “He sells women?”

I shook my head. “Not him personally. This isn’t some backstreet scam where they find drugged up girls on the streets and pimp them out. This is high-class and well thought out. The people he deals with pay big money for just the
right
girl.”

“The
right
girl?”

“Yeah, that’s what our man does. He’s given descriptions of girls that these men want, and he searches for them. These guys don’t want some strung-out drugged-up and desperate girl, they want classy, up-market, sometimes even educated women. They get off on breaking them down and forcing them to submit.”

She shivered and I ran my hand up and down her arm, attempting to comfort her.

“That’s sick,” she whispered.

“No kidding, but it happens. More often that you’d like to think.”

“He told me he wanted to break me, but he had a client that wanted to add me to his collection.”

My body tensed. We hadn’t spoken much about what had happened the day I’d bought her home. I was getting there, but my priority was trying to help her adjust to life here before we moved into that. Obviously I was wrong, and we need to fast track this and get it sorted before something happened.

“We’re gonna have to chat about what happened with a couple of my boys present if that’s okay?”

“Why?”

I sat up and raised a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. She looked delicious, her hair was matted and knotted from the way she’d tossed and turned in pleasure as I’d pounded her with my cock and her face was still sexy and flushed.

“Because sometimes it takes a different perspective to see things clearly. If what you say makes me angry or upset, I may not be able to see past that. Having my boys there will make sure anything that may be significant will be picked up,” I explained before dropping a soft kiss on her plump lips.

“You’re going to make an amazing president, Kit,” she said with a small smile, one that finally reached her eyes.

I grinned like a fucking Cheshire cat. The words coming from her mouth meaning the world.

I sat at the bar next to Tally, Wreck, and Mix. Harmony and I were finally working through our shit and she was warming up to being here. After showing my appreciation for her body a couple more times before we left the room, we’d finally ventured out and joined the party that was going on – or the party that was
still
going on. Even though I’d been president now for over two weeks.

I watched as Harmony laughed and joked with a group of women in the corner. Del had taken a shine to my girl, as well as a couple other Old Ladies and even a few of the club girls. In some ways it didn’t surprise me, Harmony had a personality that drew people in, made you want to know her.

Some of my boys were a little suspect when word had gotten out about who Harmony was to the club. She was a club girl or had been. A fact that she wasn’t embarrassed or shy to admit. In some ways, she held the title with pride. Knowing that every part of the club was integral and essential. Even having the club whores around, played an important role in keeping the club and its members happy.

But our club girls were very different than a lot of the ones they had up in Athens. Ours were out for one thing and one thing only – a man’s property patch. A property patch is given to a woman when she’s claimed as an Old Lady. It has the members name on it that she belongs to and lets people know that she’s someone important and someone to be respected.

We all knew it. The club girls here were conniving, back-stabbing, sneaky bitches who would step on their own mother if it meant that they could be a Brother’s Old Lady. The title was an honor, it meant they would be respected and have a certain amount of power over other girls who came around. Up north, most of the girls were polite, respectful and like Harmony, they weren’t there for a patch. They were just there because they loved the club and the lifestyle. Oh, and sex, lots of sex.

I saw Wreck’s shoulders tighten as Del and Harmony both threw their heads back in laughter.

“You wanna say something, Brother?”

He frowned at me. “No disrespect, Prez. But a club girl becoming an Old Lady? Shit, just isn’t done. I worry about my girl.”

I laughed. “Bro, Harmony is harmless. She’s not like other club girls, she ain’t just around to make her way to the top. I’m more worried about the influence your woman is having on mine than the other way around.”

“Club girls are a particular breed, Prez.”

I shrugged. “Del seems to like her.”

“That’s what I worry about. Del’s too nice, don’t want my girl getting shit on.”

“Maybe you should have more faith in your woman’s ability to read character, Brother.”

He growled in his throat but opted to say nothing, continuing to watch the women with hawk eyes as they rose from their seats and strolled toward us.

“You gonna play us something tonight, Harm?” Mix asked as Harmony walked up and wrapped her good arm around my waist. Del did the same to Wreck and began to pat him on the chest, no doubt knowing he was wound tight and wanting to calm him.

Harmony pointed to her arm, which was slinged tightly to her side. “I’m trying not to move it as much as possible so it will heal faster. It’s killing me, but I’m not playing right now.”

“You sing and I’ll play,” he offered. As I said before, Mix was a master of almost anything. It didn’t surprise me in the least to know that he could play the guitar, even though I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. “Do you know ‘Latch’ by Disclosure?”

Harmony laughed and nodded her head. “Yes, I do.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d heard the song, but the smug look that Mix gave me told me he had picked it purposely.

Mix fetched his guitar, which I had no idea he owned, and we moved outside where there was a large pit that we used for bonfires. Some of the boys started it up, getting the fire cranking. People moved from inside like moths to a flame, milling around and relaxing. The environment was different, there was no yelling over loud music or heavy bass. Just people talking and laughing, enjoying hanging out with our Brothers and friends.

We dragged some old couches outside and I pulled Harmony into my lap as Mix took up the couch opposite. He strummed a few chords, twisting the little dials at the end of the neck of the guitar, tuning it I guessed. As he started to play, people moved closer, the melodic sound of the instrument drawing them in.

Harmony started singing soon after, her voice causing my skin to prickle. Her voice always sent shivers up my spine. It was soft and a little bit smoky, but it was the power that she managed to put behind the words that hit me. It was like she’d written the song herself. You could tell she felt it, that she could feel whatever the person who had written it was going through and was able to portray those emotions with her voice.

I looked over at Mix, who was strumming happily, his eyes met mine and he grinned.

Fucking smart ass.

I laughed out loud and Harmony smiled down at me while she continued to sing. I knew why Mix had picked the song. It was exactly how I was feeling. I had this girl now, there was no way I was letting her walk away. We were good, we’d finally talked and I think we were both at a point where we understood where the other was coming from. She knew that she wasn’t just another conquest and that, when all is said and done, I’m not just going to say see you later and be done with it.

I wanted her, and I wanted her forever. Not just for now.

I swayed my body with hers as she continued to sing the song, people around us even joining her.

It felt real good to be with my girl, but not just that, it felt fucking incredible to be with my girl
and
with my club.

But, of course, good things never last.