Lady & The Biker (Royal Bastards MC)

by Glenna Maynard

  “Wylla Mae, stop talking.”

  “I can’t. I want you to know what I was thinking and feeling.” I slide my other hand up his neck and stroke his beard that he’s started growing. “I wanted you that night. I’ve wanted you every day since.” I angle his head toward me. “No one would know,” I repeat the same words I spoke that night, hoping for a different reaction.

  “I’d know,” he replies, his voice hoarse.

  “Lynn was here. I wanted to kill you both. I wanted to claw her eyes out and tell her to never touch you again. You took her to bed, and I laid downstairs in mine. I could hear you through the vent in my ceiling, and I wanted to die. Hearing you fucking her nearly killed me, but I told myself one day there wouldn’t be anything or anyone standing in our way.”

  “You want me to admit that I thought about you the whole time I was inside her?”

  “Yeah, East. I want to hear you say it.”

  “I can’t do that, Wylla Mae. I won’t lie to you.”

  “But you are. You’re lying to me and to yourself. You wanted me then and you want me now.”

  “We can’t.”

  “Say it, East. I need to hear it. You were thinking about me.”

  “Fucking hell. Yeah, Wylla Mae. Did you hear me call your name, because I did, and she walked out? Took me a long time to come to terms with that. Took me a hell of a lot longer to convince her to give me another shot. I told her what happened and that you were on my mind, but I couldn’t admit to her or hell even to myself at the time it was because deep down I fuckin’ wanted you. I wanted to take you to my bed and fuck you raw. Till you couldn’t walk. I wanted to bury myself inside you.”

  I knew it. I knew I wasn’t completely insane. East wanted me as much as I craved him.

  I still do.

  I yearn for him.

  “Kiss me, Easton Reed.” I lean in closer. So close his breath washes over me with every breath he takes smelling of beer and tobacco.

  “I can’t.”

  “But you want to.”

  “Yes,” he confesses.

  “I need you to kiss me, East.” I lean into him. His breath fans over my lips. I can practically taste the beer. “Please,” I whisper the plea against his lips, the scruff of his facial hair scratching me in a the most delicious way.

  “If I start, I’ll never stop, and I don’t want this life for you. You’re all that is good and pure. You have a whole life ahead of you. I won’t be the one who holds you back.”

  “I’m not asking for forever. All I want is tonight. One night. I want it to be you. I don’t want to go off to college and give myself to some jerk who won’t care about me. You’ll do it right.”

  “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “I know what I want. I’ve wanted it for two years maybe more.”

  “I can’t, sweetheart.”

  “Make me yours. Just for tonight. I need it to be you. Fuck me, East. Give me you. All of you. You can pretend I’m someone else if that helps.”

  “Wylla Mae, I could never pretend. Not with you. Nothing or no one would ever compare.”

  I stand up feeling braver than I ever have as I push the straps of my dress down. East shifts, and I’m sure it’s to get up and drive me home but his hands grip my waist, head falling against my breasts. “You drive me fucking crazy. For two years I’ve tried to rid myself of thoughts of you. Memories of that night. Because I’ve felt like a pure bastard ‘cause what I wanted was to claim you. To make you mine, but that can never happen and we both know why.”

  “Is this because of my mother?”

  “Partly and I told you, I don’t want this life for you. I won’t be able to give you what you want.”

  “All I need is you.”

  “For now, maybe you believe that, but you’ve not been out in the world yet. You need to experience life, Wylla Mae. There is so much out there waiting for you.”

  “Maybe but all I’ve been waiting for is you, East.” I stroke my fingers through his dark hair and tilt his head up so I can kiss him. I bring my mouth down on his and he hesitates to return my kiss.

  “I’m not going to kiss you or ever fuck you,” he swears, though neither of us believe that, because we both want it. He’s going to give in, I sense him wavering, teetering on the edge of heaven and hell.

  Shifting to his feet, his arms come around me in a tight embrace, caging me in. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now, but I care too much about you to take what you’re offering me. I’m a bastard and no good, but I won’t ruin you, Wylla Mae.”

  I try to push him away. Tears stinging my cheeks as they fall. He doesn’t mean it. I shake my head. “Stop. We both know we want this. I’m old enough and begging you, East. I want you…I need you.”

  His hold on me grows stronger. “No. What you need is to forget all about me. Find a guy your own age. One who can build a life with you. I’ll never be anything more than this.”

  “All I am asking for is one night. Nothing more. We’ll never speak of it again. One night to make me feel like a woman.” I push against his shoulders. He lets me go, and I make my way to the door that leads to his balcony. I throw it open and step onto the deck. I need air.

  East follows me. The clouds move away from the moon, and I can see him clearly.

  Those dark torturous eyes bore into mine wild and depraved. Hungry for what I’m not sure, but East grabs me by the back of the head and angels cry from heaven because his forbidden lips crash down to mine. Hot, needy, and demanding with such force I’ll taste him on my lips forever. Rain pelts against us. Cold and unforgiving. A line has been crossed. I’ve never felt like this before.

  Out of control.

  Impulsive and free.

  Wicked with desire.

  Parting my lips, I invite him in.

  I welcome him home.

  We’re getting soaked but I don’t care. Easton Reed is kissing me.

  “Let’s take this back inside.” He pulls me with him onto the couch. Lips on my neck, rough hands on my silky thighs. I can feel him. His hardness. The bugle in his jeans pressing against the crotch of my soaked panties. I rock against him, seeking the friction. We’re getting the couch cushions wet however that is the furthest thing from my mind.

  He squeezes my thighs. “Christ, baby.”

  He called me baby. I smile, knowing I’ve won. East is giving in. He’s giving me him, even if it’s for tonight and only tonight. Palming my breast, his thumb flicks over the white lace covering my nipple.

  “Say it again,” I breathe out against his mouth.

  “What?”

  “Baby.”

  “Gimme’ that mouth, baby.” He closes the distance between us, tongue thrusting hard and deep in my mouth tasting of beer. Warmth flows through my veins and spreads like wildfire in my lower belly. Hands on me, he touches me soft and sweet with those rough fingers up under my dress. Skin on skin. His heavy breath flows into me, tasting of desire. The way East handles me is raw and possessive. I’m on fire, and I’ll gladly burn in hell for this. I’d burn there for forever for this. For him. For Easton Reed to make love to me.

  “Take me to your bed, honey,” I demand.

  Saying nothing, he secures a hand under my bottom and rises to his feet. My arms around his neck, legs around his waist. “Since I already have a ticket to hell,” he grits, kissing me again, walking toward the bed. He lowers me to my back gently, trailing his fingers down my torso. I can smell him all around me, like rain and leather mixed with beer and tobacco, and it turns me on all the more.

  “This thing got a zipper?”

  I roll to my stomach, giving him access. His fingers meet their purchase. The sound of the zipper stretching down my back fills the room. I arch my back and flex like a kitten as he drags the dress down my body.

  “Jesus,” he mutters. My bra goes next leaving me in my white cotton briefs. East looms over me, firm hands on my hips, full wet lips pressed to my spine and dragging
down the path tenderly yet scratching his facial hair over my skin with that tongue tasting every centimeter of my flesh. I rock back sending my ass straight to his crotch and he lets out a growl that forces a shiver through me.

  He flips me over to my back and I reach for his shirt. My filthy biker gives me what I want, lifting it over his head. I run my fingers over his muscled chest, knowing the designs inked there by heart. I need no light to trace the curves. I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times and now it’s real. When I go for the button of his jeans, he stops me. “Slow down, Lady.” He kisses my wrist. “If you want this, we do it my way. We have all night.” Weight pressing down on me, his body blankets mine.

  Lips fused together we kiss for a long time. Him stroking my sides but not touching me anywhere else. If he doesn’t do something else soon, I may combust.

  “East…you’re making me crazy.”

  “That’s the idea.” Dipping his head down he captures my nipple between those torturous lips and sucks. My back bows up off the bed. His gaze meets mine, tongue snaking out and swirling over my hardened peak. Repeating the action with the other he continues his torture. I’m soaked between my thighs.

  Gripping the sheets, I thrash my legs, pressure is building in my core and he hasn’t even touched me anywhere else yet. East is killing me softly and slowly. Just when I think I can’t take anymore he drags his tongue down the center of my body and kisses my navel as he slides my panties down my thighs.

  “You still a virgin, Wylla Mae? Did you save that sweet cherry for me?”

  “Yes,” I hiss, and I’m rewarded with his beautiful smile.

  East spreads my thighs and settles between them, nose pressed to my most intimate area, inhaling me deeply. Thumb rubbing my clit, his fingers slide through my silken heat. “So wet for me, baby.”

  “Mhmm,” I moan, needing him to take me all the way. “Take me, East. I’m yours.”

  “Yeah, Lady, you’re all mine.” His mouth caps over me, tongue flattened, licking me from clit to ass. Oh god it’s even better than I ever imagined. I’m floating, drifting in a trance where nothing exists but East and me as he French kisses my pussy.

  Chapter 11

  Easton

  I’m going to hell. I’m waiting for the devil to come for me any minute now. I don’t deserve this sweet creature naked in my bed. I should have said no. Should have driven her straight home but even the strongest of men can break and Wylla Mae is my kryptonite. Her sweet curves and doe eyes. Her body was made to tempt me. I’ve bitten the forbidden fruit, tasted sin, and fallen into the depths of hell. There’s no coming back for me. I can’t stop touching and kissing her beautiful body. I don’t think there’s ever been a woman I’ve wanted more. The love for me in her eyes hurts to see, because I know that after tonight, I can’t be near her again. I’ll have to let her go, but we’ll both have this night to hold on to. To remind us that for one night—time and space froze, and she was mine.

  I’ll love her till I die.

  Crave her.

  Ache for her.

  So tonight I’ll worship her the way she deserves. Show her how deep my love flows. Her fingernails rake down my back, scratching me deep enough to leave a mark. I want her to scar me. To leave me a reminder that she thought I was good enough to deserve her.

  She gazes up at me with such adoration I can’t breathe. The sweet sounds she makes when I touch her are etched in my brain. There’s never been anything better than her and there never will be again. My Lady comes alive for me. Flexing those hips up to rub against me as I take my time kissing that mouth that tortures me with every breath she takes. Wylla Mae is fuckin’ soaked for me. Tongue deep in her mouth, tasting of her pussy, I push a finger in her sweet heat and fuck me she is so damn tight I worry about hurting her, but she mewls and begs for more.

  Christ. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. My cock is so fuckin’ hard it might just break. Wylla Mae goes for the button on my jeans and this time I don’t stop her. I couldn’t if I tried.

  She’s in my veins and I’ll never be able to bleed her out.

  Adding a second finger, I work her pretty pink pussy, stretching her to take my big dick. I’m not a proud man, but I know I’m well endowed. This being her first time, I know it’s going to hurt like hell, but I’ll take her pain and give her all of me. I’m selfish. I’ll take whatever she wants to give me. Her walls clench tight around my fingers, and I know she’s so damn close, but the only way she is getting off is with my cock buried deep inside her.

  Removing my fingers, I replace them with the head of my cock, rubbing it back and forth along her pussy lips, teasing at what I want. Her juices coat me, and I know she’s ready. I guide the tip in, and she lets out a gasp. I tap her knee. “Spread your legs wider, baby.”

  “I can’t, East.”

  “Yeah you can.” I ease further in and she whimpers. “I know it hurts.” Her pussy lips stretch over the head of my dick and I push in harder and deeper until I’m fully seated inside her. I kiss her on the mouth and hold her still, waiting for her body to fully accept me and there it is. Her legs fall to either side and I pull out and go back in slow and easy. “How’s that feel, Wylla Mae?”

  “Intense. Full, but good.”

  I smile and I kiss her again. “I’m gonna start moving.”

  “Okay.” She bites her lower lip, and I flex my hips in a circular motion going deeper and harder with every thrust. Sweat drips down my back and her ankles cross at my ass holding me to her. Chest to chest. Mouth to mouth. My girl shudders beneath me, and I drive into her while squeezing her ass. “East?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I love you.”

  I freeze, not sure if I should tell her how I feel. I know she deserves to hear it. This may be the sole time I get to tell her. “Wylla Mae, I love you. More than you’ll ever know.” I love her enough to let her go. It’ll kill me, but I’ll do it because it’s the best thing for her. Shit is getting bad around here again, and I’d rather see her safe and away at school doing something with her life instead of getting caught up in the bullshit and being in danger because she’s associated with me. That and I know if she stays, I’ll never let her leave. I’ll tie her to me in every way possible even though she deserves better.

  I press my lips to hers, and she kisses me hard and wet. She was a virgin but Wylla Mae is fuckin’ perfect. Responsive to my every touch. I want her on top ridin’ me when she orgasms. I pull out and go to my back. “C’mere, baby. Ride your cock.”

  Needing no guidance, Wylla Mae impales her sweet heat on me. Hands on my chest she starts to move, finding her rhythm easily enough. Not too fast or too slow, but just right she’s found her sweet spot. I give her control, letting her lead. I lay back and enjoy the sight of her tits bouncing as she rolls her hips grinding on me seeking out her pleasure.

  “Oh, god.” Her head goes back but I direct her attention back to me.

  “Eyes on me, baby, let go and come for your man.” I arch up, meeting her halfway and hold her hips in place. Her gaze burns into mine imprinting her soul on my heart even deeper. She’s fuckin’ tattooed herself there permanently. I shove up wrapping my arms around her needing her mouth on mine. She moans against my lips and her pussy muscles spasm.

  Fuck me she feels so damn good. We move positions, her on her back again. I can tell she is getting sleepy now that she’s gotten hers, but I know she has a few more orgasms in her, and I want them all.

  Our bodies move together in sync like we’re one. I surge forward, plowing into her sweet heat. I drive into her pussy over and over again, till her body quakes. She shatters around me again when I play with her clit, rubbing the sensitive skin in a circular motion. Hooking an arm under her knee I hammer into her tightness while she cries out. The sounds she makes sends me over the edge. My heartbeat drums in my ears, and I find my release, shooting my seed deep inside her knowing I should pull out but bastard enough not to.

  I collapse on top of her ca
reful not to put too much weight on her. Her lips find mine, heavy breaths passing between us. “You okay?”

  “Mhmmm,” she murmurs, eyelids fluttering shut. I stay inside her selfishly not wanting to break our connection because when morning comes tonight will be over and I’ll have to set her free. Her breathing evens out, I roll off her, and head into the bathroom. I know my way around easily enough in the dark. I grab a wash rag and get it wet with warm water and return to Wylla Mae. I wipe her inner thighs and clean her up best I can. She’s so spent she doesn’t stir. I discard the wash rag and climb back into bed. I pull her into me, needing to hold her. To have her body naked at my side. Unable to sleep my mind races. I didn’t even wear a condom, but I know she’s supposed to be on birth control. I drove her to the appointment myself when she was fifteen and she asked me to. I didn’t ask questions. It wasn’t my place to, but I figured she didn’t want her mom to know.

  Guilt hits me square in the chest. Alexa would kill me if she knew I fucked her daughter. I push those thoughts away and bury them deep. She has no place in this room with us. Wylla Mae is eighteen. There is no law against it. We’re both adults.

  The power stays off and I keep Wylla Mae in my arms until dawn enjoying the sight of her naked and next to me far too much.

  She starts to stir, blinking a few times before smiling at me.

  “Hi.”

  “Hey.” I place a kiss to her temple. “You okay?”

  “Little sore but I’ll live.”

  “Whenever you’re ready I’ll take you for breakfast then get you home.”

  “Can you get me my purse from your truck?”

  “Yeah. I can do that. You want a water or something?”

  “Water would be good.”

  I roll from bed and grab the jeans I had on yesterday from the floor; they’re still damp, but I don’t care. I go out to my truck and there’s a tree down in my driveway. I’m lucky it fell away from my truck. I’ll have to break out the chainsaw to clear it out of the way so we can get out of the driveway.