Chapter 15
HADLEY
Ihad no idea what to expect when we stepped inside the clubhouse.
Every TV show and book I’d secretly devoured had painted motorcycle club common rooms as chaotic dens of debauchery.
Although I couldn’t picture Jana being okay with that, I had still braced myself for half-naked women draped over furniture, loud music, and empty bottles everywhere.
But it wasn’t what I’d pictured at all.
The space was surprisingly clean and well-organized. The only things that truly seemed to fit my expectations were the long bar built from reclaimed lumber, pool tables, and dart board. And they were all much cooler than what I’d pictured in my head.
The common room was a bit chaotic though…because of the three children happily playing together on the floor. Their moms were far from half-naked and very welcoming.
After Cage left with Nitro, I had sat next to Jana on the couch. There were two other women on the other sofa next to ours. Jana had introduced them as Kane’s old lady, Savannah, and Ashlynn was married to their road captain, Axle.
After saying hello, Savannah disappeared into the kitchen, then reappeared a few minutes later with a tray that held a mug of tea for each of us. The club president’s old lady teased Ashlynn, whose hand rested over her belly. “I would’ve done coffee, but you still can’t handle the smell.”
“I’m only two months in, and this pregnancy is already rougher than when we had Mylo.” She shook her head with a sigh. “Mason called the doctor the other day to yell at her over the nausea meds not working.”
“You’re going to have two kids under three, Axle needs to toughen up,” Savannah teased.
The change in names was more familiar to me now, making it easier to follow along and understand that Axle was Mason’s road name.
Ashlynn rolled her eyes. “Easy for you to say when you’re not pregnant.”
“Not for lack of trying on Kane’s part,” Savannah snorted. “Considering how often he ‘forgets’ to use a condom, I’m shocked I’m not already pregnant.”
Jana laughed with a nod. “Too true. I feel like I’ve barely been back behind the wheel, but Torin would happily knock me up tomorrow.”
“Which would give you two under two,” Ashlynn pointed out, tilting her head toward the kids. “At least Mylo turns two next week. Nella is only fourteen months.”
Savannah’s son looked up and lifted his hand in the air. “I two.”
“Yes, sweetie,” she agreed. “Your birthday was last month.”
Kylan nodded and went back to playing.
Savannah glanced at me with a knowing look. “You look like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about here.”
Jana nudged me with her elbow and winked. “Except maybe getting pregnant too with how Cage looked at you.”
I felt the heat creep up my face, thinking about all the times he’d been inside me without any protection. “Um…”
Ashlynn clapped. “Yes, please. Callie, Lark, and Alanna had a blast being pregnant so close together.”
Savannah’s brows drew together. “And we weren’t?”
“Of course we were.” Ashlynn flung her arm around Savannah’s shoulders. “Which is why you should get pregnant again right now.”
Nella toddled over and held her arms out to me.
“Want to hold her?” Jana asked. “She’s in a cuddly mood today.”
Before I could overthink it, I lifted Nella onto my lap.
She stared up at me with wide, trusting eyes, then grabbed a fistful of my shirt and babbled something that sounded suspiciously like approval.
I laughed, surprised at how natural it felt, bouncing her gently while she patted my cheek with a tiny, sticky hand.
“Oh my gosh, she’s adorable,” I cooed, completely enchanted. “Hi, sweet girl.”
The three women laughed with me as Nella grabbed for my ponytail. For a few perfect minutes, I forgot about black-market secrets, my parents’ disapproval, and everything else.
I didn’t realize I was still smiling like a fool until I glanced up and caught sight of Thayer standing in the doorway.
He was watching me with an expression I’d never seen on his face before. It was almost reverent. Like the sight of me holding Nella, laughing freely in his world, had knocked something loose inside him.
My breath caught, and I felt something click into place deep in my soul.
This life could be mine, if I was brave enough to reach for it.
My cheeks heated under his stare, and I gently handed Nella to Jana, who gave me a knowing little smirk as I stood.
“Ready to go?” I asked, trying to sound casual even though my pulse was racing.
Thayer crossed the room and slid his hand to the small of my back. “Yeah. Let’s head home.”
I liked how he described it as home instead of his house. Because his world was starting to feel exactly like that to me, much more than the mansion I’d grown up in.
We said quick goodbyes, and he promised that I’d come back soon.
The ride back was as peaceful as it had been on the way here.
This was only my second time riding with him on his motorcycle, but I already loved it.
Thoughts of being able to do this for the rest of my life lit something joyful inside me.
And the memory of our time on his bike that first night in his garage kept my skin tingling.
The moment we stepped inside his house, the door barely clicked shut before he turned me toward him. His gaze was hungry now, but it still carried the softer edge I’d seen at the clubhouse. “Come here, beautiful.”
He took my hand and led me straight to the bedroom. Once inside, he backed me up until my legs hit the edge of the bed. His hands moved with deliberate care as he caught the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it over my head, letting it drop to the floor.
“You have no idea what you did to me back there.” His fingers traced the line of my collarbone, then down between my breasts. “Seeing you sitting with the old ladies, holding a baby and laughing. Fuck, Hadley. You looked perfect.”
“I really enjoyed it. Thanks for bringing me.”
“Don’t want your gratitude, baby.” He unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms, his eyes following every inch of skin he revealed. “You fit in my world so damn well. Like you were always meant to be here. Not playing some polished role for people who never really saw you. This is where you belong.”
Unable to push words past the lump in my throat, I nodded.
His hands moved to my pants, dragging them down my legs along with my panties until I stood completely bare in front of him. He took his time looking at me, his hands skimming over my hips, waist, and ribs like he was memorizing every curve.
“You’re mine.” He pulled me flush against him. “And I’m keeping you right where you belong.”
I shivered at the raw honesty in his voice, my hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, and it made my fear about my past fade into the background. All I could focus on was the man I was quickly falling for.
Thayer’s hands were everywhere, sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I was gasping. He backed me toward the bed, his eyes dark with hunger.
“You have any idea how fucking hard I was watching you at the clubhouse?” he growled. “I wanted to rip those panties off so I could fuck you until you feel me inside you for days.”
Heat flooded my face and pooled between my legs. I shivered as the back of my knees hit the mattress.
“Do you like the sound of that, baby?” He leaned down, forcing me to lie back until I was spread out beneath him. “Want me to fuck you so deep you scream my name and can’t remember anything but me?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want that. Please, Thayer.”
“Thank fuck.”
His mouth crashed down on mine in a hot, demanding kiss. I melted instantly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pulled him closer. His tongue swept in, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmured against my lips, the praise making me clench with need.
He kissed down my throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks before he moved lower. When his mouth closed over my nipple, I arched off the mattress with a cry. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue, while his hand kneaded my other breast.
“These perfect tits,” he groaned, switching sides. “So fucking pretty when they bounce for me.”
I was soaked and aching, my hips rolling up against the thick ridge of his cock when he moved lower, his strong hands spreading my thighs wide.
“Look at this pretty pussy.” His eyes were locked between my legs. “So wet and swollen already. Just fucking dripping for me.”
His mouth descended, and I cried out as his tongue dragged through my folds. He licked me like he was starving using slow over my clit, then pushing inside me. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, sinking deep until my thighs shook.
My head pressed back against the mattress. “Thayer, please.”
“Eyes on me, baby,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Don’t look away. I want to watch you fall apart on my tongue.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense hazel stare while he devoured me. The sight of his dark head between my thighs combined with the relentless pleasure pushed me over the edge fast. I came hard, crying out his name, my hips bucking against his mouth as he licked me through every wave.
When I was boneless beneath him, he crawled back up my body, his dick heavy and leaking against my thigh.
“You ready for me, baby?” He notched the thick head at my entrance, rubbing it through my slick folds. “Want me to stretch this tight little pussy and fill you up?”
“Yes, please. So ready,” I panted.
He pushed in with one long, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was perfect, overwhelming in the best way. I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck, baby. So tight and wet.” He buried his face into the crook of my neck and nipped my pulse point. “This pussy was made for me.”
His steady strokes quickly turned harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with my gasps and his low, filthy words.
“That’s it, baby. Take every fucking inch. Squeeze my cock just like that.” He gripped my hips, angling deeper. “You’re gonna feel me for days. Every time you move, you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to.”
“Thayer,” I whimpered, my legs wrapped tight around him.
He reached between us, his thumb circling my clit while he pounded into me. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you milk me. I want you screaming my name when you come.”
The combination of his words, his thumb, and the relentless drag of his dick against that perfect spot sent me flying. I came with a loud cry, clenching around him so hard my vision whited out. “Thayer! Yesssss!”
“Fuck, yes, baby. Good girl. So fucking good.”
Thayer thrust deep a few more times, then buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, as he came hard, his hips grinding against mine like he wanted to stay there forever.
He collapsed over me, careful not to crush me, and pressed soft kisses along my neck and jaw. His arms circled around me possessively, holding me like I was something precious.
“You’re staying right here, baby,” he whispered against my skin. “Where you belong. Because you’re mine.”
I smiled, sated and completely wrapped up in him, threading my fingers through his hair. “I’m yours.”