Lady & The Biker (Royal Bastards MC)

by Glenna Maynard

  “That’s enough, Lynn. You have no business speaking for me,” East cuts in and I shake my head.

  “Coward,” I mutter under my breath.

  “What is it about her that has you always running, East?”

  I look her and laugh. “You legitimately want to know?”

  “Wylla Mae, not now,” he snaps at me.

  “I’m out of here.” I go to leave and East grabs my arm, fingers biting into my skin. “Don’t touch me, East. You just lost every right. Enjoy your life with your real family.”

  “Have you been fucking her?” Lynn shrieks and East lets me go. I run past her. Fuck this. Fuck Lynn and fuck Easton Reed. I hear them arguing behind me, but I can’t be here right now. I can’t listen to him try to placate her and lie about us. He said he’s my man but he’s still a coward.

  Downstairs I run straight into a wall of muscle. Viking chuckles and smirks at me. “Where’s the fire?”

  “I need to get out of here. Excuse me.” His arms lock around me, caging me in.

  “I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

  “Maybe some other time.” I gaze up into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. They remind me of aqua sea glass.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Wylla Mae.”

  “Wylla Mae, East is a dumbass if he had you and lost you.”

  “I was the fool. I need to get going.”

  “One drink.”

  “Buddy, I’m barely legal and I don’t drink.”

  “One dance then.”

  “Not tonight.”

  “One kiss then.” He grins at me and my belly clenches at the thought of kissing anyone but Easton Reed, but he’s not mine anymore. I can’t help but wonder if he ever was.

  “You’re persistent, but that is a bad idea.”

  “Phone number then? Come on, sweetheart, you’re killing me here. You’re beautiful.”

  “No way. My momma told me all about motorcycle men. I gotta go, but it was nice to meet you.”

  “At least let me walk you out. It isn’t safe for such a pretty lady to be on her own.”

  “Fine. You can walk me to my jeep.”

  Viking drops his arms from my sides but leaves one at my lower back, guiding me toward the exit. Some club bunny shoots me a dirty look.

  “I’ve got her from here,” I hear East growling. For three whole minutes Viking had managed to get my mind off my fucked-up situation.

  “You good to go with him?” Viking asks and I can sense he’s sincere.

  “Yeah. Thanks anyway. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”

  “Like hell you will.” East grabs my arm and shoves me out the door and into the parking lot. “The hell you think you’re doing?”

  “Does it matter? You obviously have new plans for the holiday.”

  “I can’t do this with you right now, Wylla Mae.”

  “Can’t what? Tell me that you’re going to be a father and that you gotta do what’s right. I know you, Easton Reed. You’re a decent man. Probably the best I’ll ever have known, but we both know how this ends. You’ll go running back to Lynn like you always have and you’ll make her your Old Lady because that’s who you are.”

  “Baby.” His arms come around me and I don’t push him away. I need him to tell me I’m wrong. That he chooses me like I always dreamed he would. “I need time to process this shit. Nothing has changed between us.”

  “Everything has changed. She’s having your baby. Where are you sleeping tonight, East?”

  “Next to you. I told Lynn the truth. Told her that I’m with you, Wylla Mae.”

  I swallow. “You told her about us?” I stare at him, seeing the welts forming on his cheek. “She smacked you.” I stroke his jaw unable to keep from touching him.

  “I’m your man. You’re my Lady. Don’t give a fuck what anyone else has to say about it.”

  “What if I were pregnant too, East? What if that’s why I came here tonight?”

  “You know how I feel about that. Timing would be bad, but I’d be happy.”

  I nod. Now isn’t the time for me to hit him with the possibility that I could be pregnant. “So now what?”

  “You’re gonna drive us home. And I’m going to spend the rest of the night reminding you how perfect we are together.”

  “East…”

  “Don’t use this as an excuse to give up on me.”

  “I don’t know how to be okay with any of this. I can’t just push the thought of her having your baby aside. I can’t forget it. I saw her. She’s obviously heavily pregnant.”

  “I wish she wasn’t. I’d take it back if I could. But I can’t.”

  “No, you can’t, but you also can’t expect me to just roll over on this.”

  “Shit won’t always be easy, Lady, but I promise you, I’ll never make you fuckin’ question where you stand with me. You’re everything to me. Don’t you ever forget that. But when are you gonna tell Alexa the truth? How long you gonna hide me? You call me a coward but you’re the one that’s scared. I love you, Wylla Mae. You have me. I’m all in with you. Are you with me? You ready to tell your mom the truth?”

  “That’s different.”

  “No, it’s not. Either I’m your man or I’m not. So, what’s it going to be?”

  “You’re having a baby with another woman, East…”

  “There’s a possibility of it, but it changes nothing. None of that changes the way I feel about you.”

  “I can’t share you with her. I hate her and maybe I hate her baby too.”

  “Don’t be a brat.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “A brat. You’re calling me a brat right now. How am I supposed to react? Am I supposed to be happy? Is it supposed to make me feel marvelous that another woman is giving you what you want?”

  “Fuck no. I want you to be pissed. You feel whatever you need to, you just don’t leave me because of it. It’s you and me, baby. No one else. You. And. Me.”

  “I don’t know if I can handle this. I’m not strong enough to accept another woman’s child, East.”

  “C’mere,” he grits through his teeth.

  “You’re drunk. How am I to know you mean what you’re saying?”

  East grabs my hips and pulls me flush against his front. Lacing his fingers with mine he says, “Because you feel me in every fiber of your being. I’m in you, Wylla Mae. I possess every fucking cell…every goddamned inch of you. Baby, you’re in me too. You always have been.”

  “I’m scared.”

  “When you’re in my arms you never have to worry.”

  “And when I’m not?”

  “I’m always right here.” East’s splays his big hand over my heart. “Let’s go home.”

  Chapter 17

  Wylla Mae

  I drive to East’s cabin. A road I’ve travelled so many times. My mind is racing. Lynn is pregnant with his child and he still chose me. She can give him things I’m not ready for. I love him but are we doing the right thing? I call him a coward, but the reality is I’m terrified to tell my mother the truth about us. I’m not ashamed, but I don’t want to hurt her.

  And this—my being with East…it will devastate her. I know it and he knows it. But I love him. I love him so much sometimes I can scarcely breathe. I’m tired of the lies and the sneaking around. East is right. If we’re going to continue to be together then it’s time we tell the truth and step out as a couple. No more secrets. I put the jeep in park and use the door key on my keyring to unlock the house. I no more as get through the door and my man has his hands on me tearing at my clothes.

  “Don’t you ever think of leaving me, baby. I need you. You’re my everything,” he grits in my ear, teeth sinking into the shell and nibbling me there. One hand is up my sweater and the other down the front of my pants. Rough and greedy his touch sends electric sparks through me.

  “East…we still need to talk about everything.”

  “We can talk tomorrow when we’re on the road for five h
ours.”

  “We’re still going?”

  “Told you that nothing has changed between you and me.” Thrusting a finger in me he growls, “Now hush and let me take care of you.” I let out a gasp. “Pussy so tight. So wet for your man.”

  East continues working his finger inside me, testing my limits. I feel his erection pressing into my backside. My head lolls on his shoulder and I surrender to passion. I give in to my man. Despite my hurt, I can’t deny him. I don’t want to. Lynn and her pregnancy is a problem for future me. Right now, I want East to make love me like only he can.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.” His voice is dark and raspy.

  “East,” I pant. I’m so close to reaching my release. My insides tighten. My pussy is on the verge of detonation. Only my biker knows what button to press to set me off. Curling his finger inside me he hits the spot. I let go and shatter around him. His lips find mine hungry and desperate for all that he is. Desperate for his love. I turn into him and lift his shirt over his head. I can’t help but smile when I see the sunflower tatted on his chest for me. I press my lips there. I know he loves me. My name is inked on one of the petals.

  My sweater and leggings are next to go along with my shoes. I unbutton his jeans and he kicks off his boots. East is a beautiful sight. Naked, muscled, and tattooed for my pleasure. His gaze moves over me, taking me in. “I’m so damn lucky. I don’t deserve you, baby, but fuck if I’m not selfish enough to keep you.” Gathering the sides of my string bikini bottoms, he pulls the strings up high on my hips. “Prettiest pussy too.” He smirks, tightening his hold. The fabric presses into my sensitive skin along with his thumb. “Think I’ll have Roane tattoo my name right here.” He sweeps his finger over the shaved skin of my pelvis.

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Crazy about you, Wylla Mae.” Hands on my hips he lifts me. I hook my legs around his waist and cradle his neck. East carries me to bed and spends the rest of the night delivering on his promise to remind me how great we are together.

  How perfectly we fit.

  How deep his love for me flows.

  **

  “East…this cabin is amazing.” I glance around the cozy one-bedroom rental that we’ll call home for the next three days. It’s perfect. The living room and kitchen are open and then there’s the bedroom and bathroom. The décor is rustic and homey. The back-deck houses a hot tub with a gorgeous view of the Smokey Mountains. I did most of the driving while East slept. He was still hung over from last night. We still haven’t resolved anything where Lynn is concerned, I haven’t taken my test yet. I’m not ready to face any of it yet. Maybe that’s foolish but I just want to enjoy this trip with no consequences or having to worry about the future. I want to live in the now.

  “Glad you like it.” He shuffles past me carrying our luggage to the bedroom.

  “It’s perfect.” Just East, me, and the mountains.

  There’s a fresh bouquet of colorful wildflowers, champagne in a bucket of ice, and a card on the center of the kitchen table that reads: Congrats, Newlyweds.

  I read the card twice. Newlyweds.

  East approaches me. “Whatcha’ got there?”

  I hold the card up, arching a brow. He takes the card and grins. “Looks like they delivered early.”

  “Um…correct me here if I’m wrong but that card implies that we’re married.”

  East says nothing. He just takes the champagne and places it in the fridge.

  “So, yeah. What’s that all about?” I press.

  “Nothing. I guess I ordered the honeymoon package.”

  “You guess, huh?”

  “Go change. I wanna soak in the hot tub with you.”

  “Won’t it be cold?”

  “They call it hot for a reason.” He chuckles and slaps my ass. “Go change.”

  “Whatever.” I roll my eyes and go to grab my bathing suit from my bag. I packed a hot pink string bikini. Pulling off my clothes, I toss my dirty stuff on the chair that sits under the bedroom window. I’m bent over sliding my bottoms up my legs when East walks in and lets out an ear-piercing whistle.

  “We could just go naked.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Fuck yeah. Nothing better than the sight of you buck naked.”

  I shake my head and finish changing. East discards his clothes and puts on a pair of dark grey and black swim trunks.

  I grab the champagne and the flutes while he maneuvers the cover off the hot tub and makes sure it’s working properly. We settle into the hot tub, the warm water feeling great and East’s hands on me are even better. I pour us both a glass of the champagne not caring much for the taste but I’m in the mood to catch a buzz.

  “Slow down, or you’re gonna be wasted in no time.”

  I snort. I’ve never been full blown drunk before but after three glasses I am experiencing the effects. Moving to East’s lap, I straddle him, pressing my breasts into his chest. His arms circle around me, fingers skipping up my back and undoing the strings on my top. I grind over his crotch, seeking the friction only he can provide me. Our mouths connect, tongues dancing, lips moving, deep and wet. Nothing compares to this. To being here with the man I love in our sanctuary. Holding me close, he makes sure I know I’m safe with him. I am so in love with him that I don’t know if I can ever give him up. I’m addicted to Easton Reed.

  “Let’s take this to bed.” His words die on my lips because I’m kissing him again. East carries me to bed, neither of us caring that we’re wet. He unties my bottoms and spreads my thighs, parting my pussy lips. East kisses me there, soft and sweet. Taking his time, he fondles my clit and I’m not sure how long I can hold on. I need him inside me. Gazing up at me with adoration and pure love my man thrusts two fingers in my silken heat, stretching me and teasing me to the brink of no return. I’d give him anything right now. I’d do anything to be promised forever with him.

  “I want you, East.”

  “You have me, baby.” He moves up my body and fills me with one solid thrust and stills inside me. Caressing my cheeks, he stares deep into my soul. “Nothing better. Nothing more perfect than us, Wylla Mae.” East draws out slow and slams back in, repeating the motion, circling his hips, kissing me deep as he fucks me into oblivion. I’m so close. I’m hanging by a thread. “All I want is you to marry me.”

  “What?” my eyes widen.

  East stops moving denying me of my orgasm, holding it hostage. “You heard me, Wylla Mae Give me what I want. Give me the words. Say you’ll marry me.” I tilt my hips seeking my release. Pulling out East hovers over me rubbing his cock back and forth through my heat toying with me. “Not gonna let you finish till you give in.”

  “East, quit being crazy and fuck me.”

  “What we’re doing isn’t fucking. Baby, we’re making love. If you want my cock, let me hear you.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  He dips his head, claiming my nipple, sucking it hard, continuing to drive me crazy. My stomach is tightly coiled, and I can’t breathe. I grip the sheets and bow my back, rubbing against him doing my damnedest to get what I want with little success. “Okay. You win.”

  East looks up at me all smug. “What’s that?” he presses the tip in and a shiver ripples through me.

  “I’ll marry you. I’ll be your Old Lady.” Maybe it’s desire talking or the champagne but marrying East sounds like a dream come true.

  “Fuck, you make me so damn happy.” East crashes his mouth down on mine. He pulls out and slams back in harder and deeper, giving me what I crave. Gripping my shoulder with one hand and hooking the other under my knee my man gives it to me good. Seconds later my release takes hold. East follows me quickly his warmth spreading through me. He eases out and shoves his fingers back inside me. “Love seeing your pretty little pussy dripping with my come.” Rubbing through my slickness, he smears his essence over my forbidden hole. “Gonna mark you all over. Claim every hole as mine.”

  I let out a gas
p, knees shaking as he teases my ass with his thick finger until I’m coming again.

  **

  “You about ready in there?” East calls out from the living room.

  “Almost.” I slip my black heeled boots on and put my diamond studs in my ears. East is taking me out to dinner. I’m wearing a red V-neck sweater paired with black jeans. I step out of the bedroom and he gets this cocky expression on his face. I sweep my hair back over my shoulder.

  “Damn.” He lets out a low whistle. “How is it possible you look just as wonderful in them clothes as you do when I peel them off you. I don’t know if I can take you out looking so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

  “Stop it. I’m starving.”

  “Me too,” he growls and crooks a finger through my belt loop. “I’m famished.” East kisses me and squeezes my ass.

  “I need food not your dick.”

  My man chuckles. “You can’t blame me for trying.”

  “I suppose not.”

  We get in my jeep and he drives. It feels satisfying to be out with East and not be worried about who will see us or judge our age difference. I can hold his hand and kiss him whenever I want to. The thought hits me that if I were to marry him then it’d be like this all the time between us. Part of me is terrified but the rest of me wants that more than anything. I look over at East and he takes my breath away. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous man. He reminds me of David Beckham in his prime.

  I’ve never felt such devotion in all my life.

  He smiles at me and my insides turn to goo. What if I am pregnant…would it be so awful…so wrong? A piece of me. A piece of East. My brown eyes and his smile. My heart drums in my ears. I can imagine it. The two of us happy. In love. Raising a family of our own. There’s one problem with the pretty picture I’ve painted in my mind. It doesn’t include Lynn or the baby growing in her womb, but they are very much a reality, and what I’m imagining is a fantasy. My mood sours at the reminder.