Chelsea (The Club Girl Diaries Book 2) by Addison Jane Read Free Book Online Page B

of his jeans was evident. I knew I affected him the same way he did me. He unraveled his arms, one reached down to palm his cock, the other gathered my hair into his fist at the base of my neck. He pulled, not harsh enough to cause a lot of pain but enough to make me gasp. My mouth hung open as I was forced to look up at him. His eyes burned through me. He was angry, but it wasn’t the first time we’d done this dance.
    I’d defied him and now he needed to know that I was ready to follow the rules again. I would give it to him. I’d hand over my power and allow him to have control. I knew I’d done wrong—I’d broken the club rules. I now knew, that in his own way, he was just trying to protect me and keep me safe from whatever threat there was against the club. Now I needed to prove to him that he could trust me again.
    “Do you understand now? Do you get why things have been the way they have?”
    I licked my lips, attempting to moisten them as my breaths had become short with the excitement building inside me. “Yes, sir,” I whispered.
    His eyes fired with pleasure at my answer. The grip on my hair loosened and his fingers went to my scalp, massaging away the sting he’d caused. It almost made me want to purr like a cat.
    “You gonna be my good girl again and follow the rules?”
    I nodded, eager to do anything to just get him to touch me.
    “Mmm …” His other hand reached up to cup the side of my face and I leaned into it, closing my eyes. “Take my cut off and hang it up. I’m ready to see just how sorry you are for your disobedience.”
    I nuzzled his hand before stepping around to his back. I pressed my naked body against the leather as I reached over his shoulders to grab the front of his cut. I heard a soft growl leave his mouth as I rubbed myself against him, the club patches sewn to the back nipping at my skin with their rough, worn edges. I pulled back reluctantly, slipping the leather off his shoulders and down his arms slowly.
    He made his way to the bed, took a seat on the edge and began to remove his large, heavy motorcycle boots. I turned and hung his cut on the back of the bedroom door, letting my fingers linger on the leather. It felt good, soft and smooth, but worn and rough at the same time, much the same as its owner.
    “Come here.”
    I walked straight to him, wanting to reach out and touch him—kiss him. Optimus and I had a great balance. He wasn’t always like this, stern and strict when it came to sex. Often he would encourage me to do what I wanted, what felt good. But this wasn’t one of those nights and I could tell he wasn’t in the mood for me to take on my own advances.
    He reached for the collar of his shirt at the back and pulled it over his head, dropping it on the floor before his hands reached out to me and grasped my hips. I went with the movement as he pulled me between his legs, his mouth just inches from my breasts. One of his hands slipped from my hips and I sucked in a breath as fingers ran the outline of my ass and dipped into my pussy.
    I gripped his head with both my hands, attempting to steady myself. My fingers threaded through his short hair and I pushed myself back onto his fingers, forcing them deeper inside me.
    “Always so ready for me, Blackbird,” he whispered, nuzzling his face against my breasts, the stubble on his jawline creating the perfect friction against my skin. “Fuck my fingers. Get yourself off.”
    I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved my hips up and down, back and forth until I found the motion that would give me the most pleasure. I couldn’t help but moan as I rode his hand. My fingernails scratched softly at his scalp as I felt myself climbing higher and higher, searching for the edge so I could fall off into orgasmic oblivion.
    His hand suddenly slipped away, so did the possibility of finding that end, and I couldn’t help but whimper. He chuckled softly and I looked down, finding his eyes staring right back at me. “You