Me- Yeah. It’s okay.
Andi- Talk to ya later.
“You all set?” East holds his tattooed hand out to mine.
“Yeah. I was just letting Mom know where I was.”
“You told her?”
“Not exactly but she does think I’m spending the night with Andi…if you don’t have other plans, I could stay the night with you again.”
His lips twitch into a smile. “C’mon, Lady.” We get outside the Waffle House and round the corner to where East has his truck parked. He pushes me up against the side of the building and kisses me deeply, one hand on my ass, the other cupping my jaw. “Wanna fill your mouth with my cock, Wylla Mae,” he growls into my lips.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Later.” He breaks away and I climb into his truck.
Before I can buckle my seatbelt, East is on me again. Hot and heavy his mouth devours mine. He fills the space of the door, taking what he wants. Hand up under my dress, he cups me between my legs. ‘This pussy belongs to me, Wylla Mae. Remember that when you’re off at college,” he warns.
“Does that mean, this belongs to me?” I grab his dick over jeans and squeeze. “Or are you gonna be deep in club bunny pussy while I’m away?”
“Only pussy I want is between your thighs,” he promises, rubbing his thumb against my clit then pulling away. I’m breathless as he moves around the truck to get in the driver’s side.
East drives us for miles, the two of us stealing glances and holding hands along the way. There’s this new easiness between us that has me wondering if we could make this work. He could come to me or I could go to him on the weekends. No one would have to know until we were ready to tell them. It’d be our secret. Stolen kisses and late-night phone calls. Could it be enough for a man like East? Could I be enough to make him happy? I’m not so foolish that I believe that we’re just going to ride off into the sunset on his Harley because we had sex and confessed I love yous, but all girls dream of being swept off their feet.
“Do you know what you’re gonna get?”
“Yeah.”
“You gonna tell me?”
“Nope.”
He makes this noise at the back of his throat that sounds like a sexy growl. The truck rolls to a stop in the parking lot of a tattoo shop downtown. We exit the truck and he grabs my hand like he doesn’t care who sees. I pull away and he stops me, backing me into the building. Gaze searching mine he studies me. “I can’t hold your hand?”
I rest my palm against his jaw. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but you know we can’t let anyone see us, East. They’d say stuff and Mom might hear and jump to the wrong conclusion.”
“Let’em talk. I don’t want to hide, Wylla Mae.”
“Yesterday you could hardly touch me and now you can’t keep your hands off me. You’re giving me whiplash.”
“You call me a coward, but you’re the one acting scared, baby. I’ll go to Alexa right now and tell her about us if that’s what you want. I’m your man. I don’t give a fuck who doesn’t like it.”
“Slow down. This is all too fast.”
“Yesterday you couldn’t wait to jump on my dick now you wanna back up and play innocent. You can’t have it both ways.”
“Don’t be a jerk. I don’t want to fight.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Let’s talk about it later. You owe me a tattoo.” I draw him in closer, not sure where all this is coming from suddenly, but things are spiraling, and I need to contain East fast. “Kiss me.”
“No.” He shoves away from me. “Someone might see.” He starts down the sidewalk toward the shop and I have no choice but to follow him.
He holds the door open for me and a barely showing pregnant woman behind the display case comes around to hug him. “East, Roane said you would be in.”
“Hey, Jules. When’s Roane Jr gonna make an appearance?” he kisses her cheek, and I drift to the wall to look at the photos.
“I have a way to go. I’ll let him know you’re here.”
East comes up behind me, fingers digging into my hip. “You still mad, baby?” His lips move along the shell of my ear and I find that I can’t stay angry with him. Heavy footsteps fall on the hardwood floor and East moves away from me.
“What’s up, brother?” I watch in fascination as Roane and East greet each other with one of those random handshakes that all dudes seem to know by heart. Roane shifts his focus to me. “Dude, Alexa will kill you.”
“She’s legal,” is the response East gives him.
“Wylla Mae, last time I saw you, you barely came to my chest. You’ve grown up, baby girl.”
“Hey, Roane.”
“So, you’re here to get some ink.” He rubs his palms together. “Virgin skin. Do you know what you want?”
“Yeah.”
“All right come on back. I have some forms you need to fill out while I get set up and we can talk about the design you want.”
East gives me a nod and I follow Roane back to his station. I look back to see if East is coming too, but he stays up front talking to the pregnant chick.
“Have a seat.” Roane directs me to a black leather chair and hands me a pen and clipboard. “Fill this out and do you want to look through some books or do you already have an idea of what you want?”
“I know what I want. Do you remember when I was like eight East had to bring me with him to the clubhouse and you gave me a fake tattoo right here on my wrist.”
His face blanks but then he remembers. “That’s right you wanted a sunflower and the word lady.”
“Think you could recreate it but make it permanent.”
“Okay. I got you.” I fill out the paperwork while he starts sketching out the design. “You know East came in a few years ago and got a tat that had a sunflower in it. You know anything about that?”
“No. Where’d he get it at?”
“You’d have to ask him about that.” Roane gives me this look. It’s a look that says I know but I don’t care what you two got going on it’s none of my business, but I support my brother.
A few minutes pass and East finds his way to us in the back. His gazes travels the length of my legs and I scowl at him. I don’t want him checking me out like that right now. It makes feel awkward because it turns me on, and Roane is right here. “What’d you decide on?”
“Nope. I told you it’s a surprise.”
He strokes his chin. “Don’t sass me. I’ll spank your ass right here.”
“East,” I hiss.
“Wouldn’t be nothing Roane hasn’t seen before.”
Roane chuckles and shakes his head. “You ain’t wrong.”
East moves behind the chair putting his hands on my shoulders and starts massaging. I let out a moan because it feels good and East stops. “Don’t be doing that shit right now.”
“You’re the one over here rubbing on me.”
“All right.” Roane takes the clipboard and flips through the pages. Sitting it to the side he grabs his sketch for me he’s been working on. “Whatchu’ think?”
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Of course, it will be in full color,” he ads on.
East grins down at me seeing my choice.
Roane sketched out a skull with a sunflower growing out of the top and underneath in fancy cursive lettering is the nickname East gave me all those years ago— Lady.
“Now when you was a kid the placement was on your wrist. Do you trust me?”
“East does so yeah.”
“Good.” He sanitizes his hands and puts on a pair of clean gloves. East moves back and gives him room to work.
When he’s finished the sight of the tattoo takes my breath away. Roane added a compass next to the skull and it’s pointed East.
Chapter 14
Wylla Mae
“Are you shitting me right now?” I gape at East then stare back at the new black jeep. “It’s too much. I’ll be scared to drive it. What if I put a scra
tch on it?”
“Told you, baby. Want you in something I know that’s safe. And in this thing, I won’t ever have to worry that you can’t go in the snow or whatever.”
“Has Mom seen this?”
“Yeah. I think she was a little envious, but only the best for my girl.”
“You’re crazy. Like certifiable.”
“I got a good deal on it. Let’s just say someone owed me.”
“It is illegal?”
“Fuck no. You think I’d put you in a vehicle that was stolen?”
“No. Sorry.”
“Listen, I’ve got to go over to the clubhouse for church. Why don’t you get cleaned up, and I’ll text you with where to meet me at later?”
“Yeah. Sure. I have stuff I need to do. Wanna walk me inside? Mom went to Steve’s and said she’d be spending the night there,” I remind him.
“Better not. I’d be too tempted to get you naked.”
“You say naked like it’s a bad thing.”
“I just think it might be weird.”
“Because you and my mom… Got it.”
“Let’s not go there. That was ten years ago.”
“East…do you think she’d hate me… if she knew?”
“I think deep down, Wylla Mae, she’s always known that there was a connection between us. I never could perform if you were around which was most of the time. I can’t explain it. It’s like part of me always knew she wasn’t right for me. That we weren’t meant to be together. I kept hanging around because of the bond we shared. It was never anything more than love till now. But I still think she felt there was something between us. I think it scared her. Hell, it scared me too. Still does.”
“I scare you? You, the big tough Harley ridin’ biker, is afraid of me.”
“You’re the only thing that’s ever truly mattered to me so yeah, baby, you scare the shit out of me. You hold the power to break me.”
“You give me too much credit, East.”
He shakes his head then lights up a cigarette. “I gotta go.”
“Kiss me.” I lean into him and he grabs my hand.
“Not out here. C’mon.” He takes a few quick puffs then snuffs his cigarette out. We walk into the house and the moment East assesses that we’re alone he’s pushing me against the wall. “Need to be quick.”
“Upstairs,” I whisper. “My room.”
“Too fuckin’ weird, baby.” He tugs me forward, leading me to the laundry room right off the kitchen. There’s a note on the fridge from my mom.
Sweetpea,
There’s some dinner in the fridge.
Mom
East groans and stops in his tracks when he sees it. “Fuck this is too damn weird. I can’t, Wylla Mae.”
“Thought you wanted that cock in my mouth.” I pull him deeper into the laundry room with me, dropping to my knees, and he runs a hand over his face. I don’t know what it is about the idea of being sneaky that makes me feel like such a bad girl, but it turns me on and makes me want him even more. I tug on his jeans, undoing his belt followed by the button and zipper. His erection springs free, and I wrap my fist around him. Since that night I’ve dreamed about doing this to East. I’ve watched enough videos that I know what to do, even if watching doesn’t compare to the real thing at least I’m prepared and have an idea what he expects.
East strokes my cheek. “Am I the first to have your mouth?”
“You’re the first to have it all, East. Darin and I—we never it was all over the clothes stuff. I was waiting for the day you’d admit that you wanted me too. I didn’t ever dream it’d be now, but I’m happy I waited.”
“Fuck, baby, I don’t deserve you.” His hand drifts around the back of my head, and I open my mouth after kissing the head of his cock. East growls, and I try to take him deeper in, but it hurts my jaws. I’m determined to see this through. “Watch your teeth,” he coaxes. “Relax your throat and suck me.” I try to do as I’m told. “Good girl,” he praises me. I stop focusing on if I’m doing it like the porn stars perform the act and trust my instincts. East doesn’t need a professional, he yearns for me. “You’re perfect, baby. So goddamn perfect.” Rocking his hips, he surges deeper in my mouth. I start to gag, and he pulls out. “We’ll get there with practice.” Holding his hand out, he brings me to my feet then lifts me onto the dyer. My ass is barely hanging off the edge. East moves the crotch of my panties aside and rubs my clit. “Fuckin’ soaked,” he murmurs against my lips and kisses me as he guides his cock inside me.
He tilts me back, his gaze fixated on where our bodies meet. We both watch as he slides in and out of my pussy, stuffing me full with each and every thrust. “This’ll be fast, but I’ll make it up to you later,” he vows.
“Harder,” I demand, and he gives me what I want hitting the right spot. My body quakes and East isn’t far behind me. He finds his release and the second he pulls out of me the front door opens and shuts. East hurries to tuck and zip while I plop off the washer and dash to the kitchen with his essences dripping down my thighs.
I hurry and open the fridge grabbing a pop and opening it as my mom enters the kitchen. I take a big drink as she gives me a funny look. “Where’s East?”
I swallow quickly. “Oh um, laundry room.” I hook my thumb and point. “I remembered you complaining about the washer being off level and he said he’d look at it.”
“Oh. Okay. You seem flushed. You feeling okay?” Her palm moves to my forehead.
I slap her hand away. “I’m fine. Just excited about my kick ass ride out front.”
“Hey, Alexa.” East pokes his head through the doorway that separates the kitchen and laundry room.
“Hey. Thanks for being my handyman.”
“No problem. I didn’t get a chance to look at it yet, but I can swing by some other time. Murder just called church. I gotta roll out.”
“See ya, East.” I smirk and he shoots me a wink.
“Later.” He nods toward Mom and starts to the front door when she screeches.
“What’s that bandage on your arm?”
“Nothing really. I got a tattoo.”
“East!” She stomps her foot like a toddler chasing after him.
“She’s eighteen and I made a promise. You know I never break my word.”
“This was not what we agreed on when you said you were buying her a car either. I thought you meant a good starter car.”
“Well it’s too late now. So, you can like it or lump it,” he deadpans and opens the door to leave.
“I’m not happy about this.”
“You never are,” he states and keeps striding down the walkway as she stands in the doorway with her arms folded over her chest.
East hops in his truck and revs the engine. Mom turns toward me with a scowl. “Well are you at least going to show it to me.”
My mind flashes to the compass pointing East and I start to sweat. “I can’t take the bandage off yet. It’s a skull and sunflower. I need to wrap it so I can take a shower before I go over to Andi’s. Aren’t you supposed to be with Steve?”
“We had a fight, so I came home hoping to catch you for some girl time.”
“Sorry. I already made plans.”
“You can cancel. Andi will live one day without you. We haven’t talked about you and Darin breaking up.”
“He was making out with someone else last night, so I’d rather not talk about Darin.”
“Oh, honey. You must be shattered.”
I shrug. “Not exactly. I was trying to break up with him anyway.”
“Don’t you want to know what Steve and I fought about?”
“No. I don’t like Steve so I kind of don’t care.”
“Well that’s nice.”
“Mom, I literally want to take a shower. I feel all gross. So…can we talk about this later?”
“Fine but at least allow me to wrap your arm. Last thing we need is you getting an infection.”
**
“God, I didn’
t think I was ever going to get away from her.” I flop down on East’s bed after kicking my shoes off.
East hooks his arms under my armpits and drags me up to the headboard next to him. I snuggle into him and lay my head on his chest. “Do I need to worry about her popping up in the middle of the night?”
“No. I went to Andi’s and made sure we took pics together and posted them online. Then we even invited her out for pizza with us. I think she made up with Steve and went back to his place so she will be back to ignoring me soon enough.”
East strokes his fingers up and down my back. “I could get used to this.”
“What’s that?”
“Having you in my bed every night.”
“Well don’t get too comfortable. I’ll be moving into the dorms before you know it.” He goes tense at my words. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re gonna go off to school and forget all about my old ass when them college boys start looking your way.”
“You aren’t that old and maybe I’m into the older man thing. You should be worried about the hot silver fox professors I’m going to encounter.” I grin up at him and he tickles my ribs. “Stop it. I’m going to pee.”
“I’m not into no golden showers.”
“Into what?”
“Nuttin’.” His face goes serious. “When are you leaving for school?”
“August, near the end of the month.”
“We’ve got the summer then.”
“I thought you were heading out on a run for the club.”
“Change of plans.”
“And what are your plans now?”
“Whatever keeps you in my bed.” He captures my mouth kissing me hard with tongue, deep, sloppy, and wet.
Chapter 15
Easton
“What movie you want to watch?” Wylla Mae calls down the stairs while I get our popcorn and drinks.
“You pick. Something with some action.” Last time she picked some sissy drama shit.
When I get upstairs, she’s bent down with her ass in the air going through my DVD collection. Her tan ass cheeks are hanging out the blue jean cutoffs she’s wearing. It’s taking all my control to not keep her right there once I’ve gotten them shorts off her and take her from behind.
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