I get buzzed into the office. Wylla Mae is sitting in a blue chair across from the receptionist with her ankles crossed. Backpack on the floor. Head bowed staring at her feet. The door closes behind me and she looks up. “East.” A smile so bright it blinds me spreads over her face as she pops up and wraps her arms around me with such force, I take a step back.
“Heard you got into some trouble, Lil’ Lady.”
“It was Darin Cohen’s fault. He kept making fun of me and saying I was wearing an over the shoulder boulder holder. I told him to stop and then he gave me a titty twister. So, I punched him in the face.”
“He did what?” I growl, gaze snapping to the woman seated behind the desk.
Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a circle. “Well, um you see the teacher particularly saw Wylla Mae punch Darin. She made him bleed.”
“Good. It’s not okay for that little asshole to sexually assault Wylla Mae. That’s what that is.”
“I can assure you, Mr.—”
“Reed,” I remind her. “Did you call Darin’s parents?”
“Yes, but…”
“But what? If Wylla Mae is being sent home what are you doing to that little pervert?” I don’t genuinely believe the kid is a pervert, but he should be the one getting sent home in this situation if anyone is. “Where’s the principal? Who is in charge here?”
“Mr. Wilcox is in a meeting but if you’d like to schedule an appointment.”
“You’re damn right I want a meeting. I can wait.”
“Sir, I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible today.”
“This is some shit.”
“Sir, please watch your language.”
“This isn’t over,” I grumble. “Grab your things, Wylla Mae. I’m taking you for ice cream and we can celebrate you busting that little bastard’s nose.”
“Yes!” she hisses and smirks at the uppity bitch.
Chapter 5
Easton
Two and a half years later
“Fuck, Alexa.” I grin down at her as she goes down on me. Those plump lips wrapped around my dick. I grip her hair and thrust in and out of that talented mouth. One thing about the bitch is she gives good head. I hear the front door open and shut. “Shit.” I pull back and lose my hard on immediately the moment Wylla Mae comes in from school.
“What’s the matter, East? I was just getting started. I’ve missed you, honey.”
I know that’s what she said in her messages while I was out on a run, but when I checked in on her social media she sure as shit didn’t seem to be missing me when she was replying to all the filthy fuckers commenting on her profile picture. The picture I might add that shows off her tits.
“Mom, I’m home. What’s for dinner?” Wylla Mae calls out, her voice carrying up the stairs.
I give Alexa a look and she rolls her eyes. “I locked the door. Are you ever gonna get past this? You never touch me if Wylla is home.”
“I don’t know, babe. It just makes me have a weird vibe. I don’t want her to hear us.”
“She’s fine.”
I shrug and tuck my dick back in my jeans.
“Mom, are you here? I’m starving.” She knocks on the bedroom door, twists the knob, and it opens freely.
Christ, she could have walked in on us. I shoot Alexa a dirty look, but she just licks her lips and wipes her mouth as she pops up from the floor. “Hey, Sweetpea. Guess who’s here?”
“East,” she shrieks, coming straight to me for a hug.
“Hey, Lil’ Lady. How was school?”
“I had a stupid math quiz.”
“How did you do?”
“I aced it.”
“That’s my girl. How about I treat you two to dinner tonight. Your choice. To celebrate that A.”
“Pizza.” She grins.
Alexa scowls. “I thought we could send Wylla over to the Baker’s and you and me could get some alone time in. You’ve been gone for six weeks, East.”
“I didn’t even think you noticed.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Please don’t fight, guys.” Wylla Mae loosens her hold and steps back from me. “I can go to the Baker’s. It’s no big deal.”
“No. Go get ready,” I tell her, daring Alexa to challenge me on it.
“Okay.” Wylla Mae darts down the hall to her room.
“What’s your problem, East?”
“Nothing. I’m just tired is all.”
“You sure that’s it? I mean if something were wrong between us, you’d tell me, right?”
“Of course,” I lie. Shit hasn’t been good between us since we started. I keep telling myself I’m going to break this shit off but then I think about Wylla Mae and my heart nearly cracks in two. I love that little girl. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me. She gave me purpose. She gave me a sense of family outside the brotherhood of the RBMC. I thought over time I’d come to love Alexa too, but I haven’t. Bitch doesn’t love me either. The woman simply likes having me on her arm to rub in Murder’s face. She thinks I don’t see the way she stares at him when I take her to the clubhouse. Alexa’s been making a fool of me.
“Talk to me, East.”
“I’ve got nothing to say.” If I open my mouth much more, she won’t like the words that come out.
Her cell phone goes off with a text. I don’t know what makes me grab it. I’ve never been the jealous type to go checking her phone.
“What are you doing?” She goes to grab the phone from my hand but not before I look at the screen.
Paul – damn, baby, was hoping to see you tonight. Missing that bomb ass pussy that squeezes my cock so fuckin’ tight.
“What the fuck, Alexa?” I roar. “Who the hell is Paul?”
“It’s nothing, East. I can explain.”
“Right.” I snort. “Explain to me why this motherfucker is texting you and saying he misses your pussy. Pussy that is supposed to be mine and only mine. Good thing I always wore a fucking rubber with you. Who knows who you’ve been fucking behind my back?”
“You were gone, and I was lonely. It just happened.”
“How many times did it just happen, huh? You know what. Forget it. I don’t care. I don’t need this bullshit. Not from you.”
“It’s not like you ever fuck me. All I get to do for you is go down on my knees to suck you off. What about my needs? Don’t even try to tell me that you don’t fuck club bunnies or random strange on the road. I’m not stupid. If you aren’t fucking me you’ve gotta be fucking someone else.”
“Never said you were stupid. I could’ve fucked around on you, but I didn’t because that little girl down the hallway.” I grab my cut off the bed and stomp down the stairs making for the front door.
“East!” I look up expecting Alexa but am met with Wylla Mae’s doe eyes. “You’re leaving?” A thick tear trickles down her cheek. I know she heard her mom and me. Fuck. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending that shit is fine when it’s not.
“I gotta bounce. I’ll take you out for pizza some other time, Lil’ Lady.”
“Liar.” She stomps.
“Hey now, I’ve never lied to you.”
“You won’t’ be back. Mom cheated I know she did. I heard you.”
“Go to your room, Wylla,” Alexa shouts at her.
“Why you gotta ruin everything? I hate you,” Wylla Mae cries and flies down the hall. Her bedroom door slams shut with a deafening thud.
Alexa throws her hands up. “See what you did.”
I go for the door. “I’m out of here.”
“East, wait.” I pause, hand clutching the doorknob. “I know things between us wasn’t great but don’t shut Wylla out okay. She looks up to you, and I may be shit, but you’re good with her.” Her voice cracks and I think for the first time ever Alexa is being real with me.
I nod. “She’s got my number. You do too. If she needs me. I’ll be there, but you and me, sweetheart. W
e’re over.”
“I know, East. And for what it’s worth, you were the best man I’ve ever been with. Someday you’re gonna make some lucky woman super happy.”
“Yeah. Sure.” I throw the door open and walk out lighter but already missing the brat.
I get out to my Softail and take a deep breath then light up a cigarette after shrugging my cut back on. Before I get on my Harley, my cell phone goes off. Wylla Mae’s name lights up the screen.
Lil’ Lady- I hate her. I wish I could live with you.
I look up detecting her eyes on me through her bedroom window that faces the street. I let out a sigh and take a hard drag off my Marlboro.
East- Listen. Don’t be saying that shit. You’re upset, but your mom will always be your mom. You’re getting older and now more than ever you’re going to need her. I’ll be around. I promise. If you need me, you can call on me but be good to your mom. She loves you. What happened between us has nothing to do with you, kid.
The heat of her angry stare pierces through me, but I give her a wave then climb on my motorcycle and roll out.
I drive straight to the Devil’s Playground. I need a fucking drink or ten.
**
“Hey, brother.” A weathered hand clamps down on my shoulder. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight. Didn’t you just get back? Figured you’d be balls deep in Alexa at least for a few days.”
“That shit is dead.”
“Fuck. You serious?” Grudge stares me down.
“It’s over.”
“Shit…” laughter rumbles from deep in his gut. “You told Murder yet?”
“Ain’t none of his business.”
“The fuck it ain’t. You’ve kept Alexa off his balls for the past few years. Prez ain’t gonna be happy if she starts in with her crazy again.”
“Yeah well their shit ain’t my shit. Feel me?”
“I hear ya, man. I hear ya.”
“Say, we gotta new girl. Goes by the name Daisy or some shit. No one’s had her yet.”
“Not interested.”
Grudge put his hands on the side of my face and turns my head. Over by the jukebox is a redheaded beauty. All ass with matching tits. She’s shaking her hips, her ass swaying to the beat. Fuck me she’s fine, and I could use getting lost for a while. Guilt for walking out on Alexa and Wylla Mae is eating at me even though Alexa was cooler than I thought she’d be about it. It’s Wylla Mae that bothers me the most. I know she depends on me, and I let her down. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t look the other way and keep pretending shit was cool when it wasn’t.
“She likes tequila,” his voice grates in my ear and he nods to Dixie. She shakes her head and pours two shots and slides them across the bar.
I take the shot glasses and find my feet moving swiftly in Daisy’s direction.
“Heard you like tequila.” I hold a shot glass out to her, and she licks her lips.
“Tequila makes my clothes fall off.”
“Why don’t we make this a private party upstairs.”
“You got it.” her nails flick my name on my cut. “East.” Her warm breath fans over my lips then she wraps her lips around the shot glass and knocks it back.
I down my shot and grab her by the hand as I slam my shot glass down on a nearby table.
I take this Daisy upstairs to my room. The minute we’re through the door she latches onto me. Hands moving to unzip my jeans as I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head, exposing her big tits in a pink lace bra that barely contains them.
“You have a condom?”
“Yeah.” I smirk, and reach around her to the nightstand, pulling out a new box. Pam makes sure our rooms are always stocked. I rip the foil package open and sheath my cock, ready for some strange. I’ve had the same pussy for nearly three years. I’m due for a change. I pull her onto the bed with me, getting a taste of them big tits.
I finger her hair. “Red has always been my favorite color.”
Daisy giggles and slides down on my cock.
“Fuck yeah, ride me.” I smack her ass and she bounces on my thighs, rocking her hips.
“God you feel good,” she moans.
“Don’t talk,” I grit in her ear and nip at the delicate skin of the lobe with my teeth.
Chapter 6
Wylla Mae
Thirteen
My mom pokes her head through my door. “Did you text Andi’s mom ask if you could spend the weekend? Michael is taking me to Atlantic City, and you aren’t old enough to stay on your own. I know you’re a good kid, but I’m not comfortable with leaving you yet.”
“Yeah. Her mom said no. Her great aunt passed away or something, so they are going to a funeral in Ohio.”
“Shit. You got any other friends?”
“Not really.”
“What about Gracie?”
“Mom. She moved away like in third grade.”
“Oh.” She frowns. “Well I guess I’ll have to tell Michael I can’t go.”
“What about East? He could watch me, couldn’t he?”
“Sweetheart, I can’t keep calling a guy I dated years ago to keep coming to our rescue. He has his own life, and I’m sure Lynn and him have plans.”
“They broke up.”
“How do you know that?”
“Um…we talked last week about my trip to DC at the end of the year. He said he’d pay for me to go.”
“Wylla, I told you I’d take care of it.”
“The money was due Monday. It’s fine. East came by the school and wrote them a check.”
“I wish you’d stop going behind my back and calling East for everything. We used to be close, Sweetpea.” She flips her dirty blonde hair over her shoulder. Honk. Honk. “Damn it. That’s Michael. What should I tell him?”
“You know you want to go. So just go. I’ll call East and he can come over and sleep on the couch or whatever at night. I’ll be fine on my own during the day. You’ll be back Sunday, right?”
“Okay. Fine. Whatever. Call him and get an answer before I leave. I can stall Michael for a few more minutes.” I roll my eyes, but she doesn’t see. She’s already flying down the stairs to rush outside to Michael. Gag me.
He’s her fifth boyfriend since her and East broke up.
I dial East on my cell. “What’s up, Lil’ Lady?”
“Stop with the little stuff. I’m thirteen. I will be in high school next year,” I remind him.
“Yeah well you’re still a kid to me.”
“I’m a teen.”
“Okay, kid. What’s up?”
“Um…” I bite my lip. “Do you have any plans this weekend?”
“Let me guess, you need a babysitter.” He chuckles.
“How’d you know?”
“It’s Friday night and I heard Crawl telling the guys he was taking your mom to the casino this weekend.”
“Michael’s road name is Crawl?”
“Yep. I can swing by in about an hour. We can run by the store and grab a few snacks or whatever you think you’ll need. My treat.”
“Okay. I’m gonna let Mom know and pack a bag.”
“See you in a bit.”
“Thanks, East.”
“You know I’m always here for you.”
I click off the call and toss my cell phone on my bed.
I walk downstairs and find Mom outside with Michael begging him to give her five more minutes. What a jerk.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Everything okay? We good.”
“Yeah. He’ll be here in like an hour to pick me up.”
“You going to stay over there?’
“Yeah. Guess so.”
“Alright, Wylla. Make sure you turn everything off and lock up before you go. Give me a hug.” She holds her arms open and folds them around me giving me a gentle squeeze. “See you Sunday night.”
I stand on the porch and watch as they speed away in Michael’s red sport’s car. I give it another month tops before they break u
p. East was her longest relationship, but they weren’t right for each other. He’s too good for her. I know it sounds awful because she’s my mother but it’s true. She always has two other men lined up before she ever breaks up with the current guy she’s dating.
Once I can no longer see the car speeding away, I go inside and pack my bag. I totally forgot to ask East if he can take me to my practice tomorrow for dance team. I’m sure he won’t mind. That’s the thing with East he never minds. Never brushes me off or makes it seem like I am annoying him. With my mom, I know she loves me I do, but I know she had me so young that sometimes the woman resents me because she didn’t have the chance to do normal stuff. She was forced to grow up fast, and it’s always been the two of us and her revolving door of boyfriends until he came into the picture. He treats me like I’m somebody. Treats me like I’m special. Since I was eight, he’s been there for me. More than anyone. He’s bought my school pictures, paid for any extras including paying up my lunch for the year, and giving me money on my birthday and Christmas. I never go without because of East.
When him and Mom broke up, I thought for sure after a few weeks he’d fall off and start ignoring me. Being too busy to take my calls but he’s answered almost every single time.
My phone vibrates
East- OMW. Be there in twenty.
I grab my toothbrush and deodorant then zip up my bag. I go through the house double checking to make sure Mom didn’t leave any candles burning or her hair straightener plugged in. She’s bad for that at times. Sometimes it appears like I take care of her. I get home before her in the evenings after school and usually have dinner ready when she gets in and a load of laundry going all while trying to finish my homework.
I sling my bag over my shoulder and fondle in the inner pocket for my door key then go out on the porch to watch for East.
He rolls up a few minutes later in his new truck. It’s totally wicked. All blacked out. He honks the horn twice and I dart across the lawn and he swings the door open, stretching across the seat to do so with his big tattooed hand. He has lots of tattoos. He’s gotten a few more over the years. I climb up into the massive vehicle and he turns down the volume of the stereo as classic rock pumps through the speakers.
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