Lady & The Biker (Royal Bastards MC)

by Glenna Maynard

  Wylla Mae looks over her shoulder at me. “What are you doing?”

  “Staring at your ass. Thinking about how fast I can get you out of those shorts and my dick in you.”

  “East! I’m being serious.”

  “So am I, baby. My dick’s been sad all day.”

  “Stop it. We’re going to watch a movie.”

  “What if we make our own movie.” I get rock hard at the thought.

  “You’re certifiable.”

  “That and horny.”

  She rolls her eyes and pops a movie into the blue-ray player. “Did you salt the popcorn?”

  “Yes and added extra butter too. Just the way you like it.”

  “Thank you, honey.” She hits me with that smile that could light up the world and my chest squeezes tight. Wylla Mae curls into me on the couch and the movie starts.

  “What’d you pick?”

  “Your favorite.”

  “A Bronx Tale?”

  “Mhmm.”

  “You been taking notes.” I kiss her temple and she pops popcorn in her mouth.

  We’re getting closer to her move in day for college. I don’t want her to go but fuck if I’ll be the one to hold her back. I can’t afford to be selfish though everything inside me screams to claim Wylla Mae and make her my Old Lady. I know when the time comes I gotta be strong for her and send her out into the world. If I could keep her right here like we are now forever I’d do it in a heartbeat. She’d resent me though for making her settle down too early. If I’d never fucked her it’d still been hard, but I’d been okay with it. But now I know how damn good she feels when I’m inside her. I know the sounds she makes when I make love to her. I know how she tastes. I know it all, and now I’ll never be whole until she’s completely mine and tied to me in every way possible. I could be an asshole and try to knock her up. Hell, we’ve not been careful about it all. Not even talked about it. It’s irresponsible as hell on my part. I know better but part of me wants that. To knock her up and tie her to me forever. The selfish bastard side of me wants nothing more than to see her stomach swelled with my baby in her.

  “What are you thinking so hard about?”

  “All the ways I’m going to make you come.”

  “Is sex all you think about?”

  “When you’re around, wearing these little fuckin’ shorts that should be illegal…hell yeah. My cock stays hard around you, baby. Makes me feel young again.”

  “Stop it. You’re not even forty.”

  “No, but I’m getting there. I don’t want to be sixty and raising a kid, Wylla Mae.”

  “What are you saying, East? You want me to have your baby?” I can hear the panic in her tone and see it gathering behind her eyes. The idea terrifies her.

  “No. Just talkin’ out my ass. Watch the movie.”

  “I mean, I do want kids someday…just not right now.”

  “It’s nothing we need to discuss.”

  “Isn’t it though? Do you see a future with us, East, or am I your hot piece for the summer? After I start school, I won’t be around all the time. Sure, I’ll be a short drive away, but I’m not stupid. You enjoy sex and if you aren’t getting it from me, you’ll find someone else to fuck off with. I know about the MC life and have witnessed firsthand how those club bunnies hang after you. I wouldn’t like it, but I think I’d understand or try to.”

  “Don’t be saying stupid shit, Wylla Mae. If I were with you, I’d never step out on you. I can’t be making you promises for tomorrow when I don’t know what will happen. Can’t predict the future.”

  “No, but can you see one? A future with me that is?”

  “In a different life, I’d want it all with you, but my life ain’t the life of a family man.”

  “So that’s a no. You don’t see us past what we are now. Got it.” She pulls away from me.

  “I’m just trying to be honest.” If I were being completely truthful, I’d tell her that I don’t want her to go. That I want to plant my baby in her and give her my last name. Take her around the clubhouse as my Old Lady, Murder be damned.

  “No, I got it, East.”

  “Don’t be a brat.”

  “I’m not. It’s just good to know that you don’t see a future for us.”

  “I didn’t say that. C’mere.”

  “No. I think I’m just going to go home. I’m tired and need to be packing anyway.” She shifts to leave, and I wrap my arms around her. “Let me go, East.”

  “You aren’t going any-damn-where, baby.” I hold her tight in my lap as she struggles to free herself with no hope of succeeding. I slide a hand up her shirt and palm her tit. Flicking her nipple, I pinch and tease her.

  “Stop it. You aren’t going to sex your way out of what you said.”

  “I’m just being realistic. Doesn’t mean I don’t fuckin’ want to be with you. You’re here, aren’t you? You don’t see anyone else in my bed and you won’t. If I wanted to be out fucking easy pussy that’s where I’d be, but I’m here. I’m where I want to be with who I want to be with.” I shove my other hand down the front of her shorts and cup her pussy. “You wanna fight, baby, or you wanna fuck your man?”

  “Are you my man, East?”

  “I’ve been your man since the day we met, you all snot faced and smart mouthed.” I hook a finger inside her sweet cunt, and she moans. “You ain’t going anywhere till I’ve fucked you hard enough to remind you that you’re mine and you’ll always be mine.” I add a second finger and she bucks against me. “That’s it.” I pepper kisses along her neck, while teasing her nipple and finger fucking her until she is about to come.

  Wylla Mae pants and just when she’s about to get off I remove my fingers from the equation. “East, please.”

  “You done being a brat?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, staring up at me.

  “Good. Now get on your knees.”

  “What?” she scowls at me breathlessly.

  “Gonna teach you not to be a brat. You wanna come, we’ll come together when I say.”

  Her mouth twitches like she’s about give me some lip.

  “Only thing your mouth needs to do is wrap around my dick and suck.”

  Doing as she’s told like a good girl she slides to the floor between my legs. I push my grey sweatpants off my hips, exposing my erection. Precum is already beading at the tip she has me so tore up and craving her hot little mouth. Wylla Mae caps her mouth over me and my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation. My girl’s learning to give as good as she gets, taking her time, teasing me with her tongue.

  I thread my fingers in her thick hair and yank, forcing her to take me further in her mouth. Her eyes bulge with tears but she keeps going, sucking me harder until I’m about to explode on her tongue. I ease her head back, popping free from her mouth. “Get up here and ride me.,” I growl at her.

  Wylla Mae goes to her feet, fingers fumbling with the buttons on her shorts. They fall to the floor with her panties. She steps out of them and climbs into my lap, sinking down on my cock. Her mouth meets mine hot and needy. Her greedy cunt squeezes me tight as she grinds down on me seeking her release.

  “I’m gonna come, East.”

  I grab her hips forcing her to stop moving. “Not yet.” I rock her hips, guiding the pace much slower.

  “I can’t…I gotta.” I cut her off with another kiss and thrust up hard inside her. She tries to move but I hold her in place. “East, please.”

  I move slightly and she moans, barely hanging on by a thread. So fuckin’ wet and tight.

  “Now,” I tell her, and we get off together.

  I hold her to me, not letting her go just yet. I’m a selfish dirty bastard cause part of me hopes she somehow will get pregnant if I fuck her enough times.

  Wylla Mae raises up, my spunk leaking down her thighs. Fuck me if it isn’t a pretty sight.

  “You know…if you don’t want to worry about kids then you should stop coming in me.”

  “You’re on t
he pill so it doesn’t matter.”

  Her thumb goes to her mouth and she chews on her nail.

  “You’re on the pill. I drove you myself.”

  “I stopped taking the shot because it had me gaining weight last year and Darin and I were never gonna…are you mad?”

  “I’m not happy, but no I’m not mad at you. I wish you’d told me, but I assumed shit. I definitely should have asked.”

  I pause the movie while she retreats to the bathroom. Pulling my pants up, I go downstairs to get another beer and smoke a cigarette, but what I actually need is a joint. By the time I go back up Wylla Mae has her shorts back on and is grabbing her bag.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Going home. I told you.”

  “Think I told you I wanted you to stay.”

  “You’re not the boss of me and Mom has been texting being all nosy and weird.”

  “Tell her you’re a big girl.”

  “Ha. Real funny, East.”

  “You could just move in with me till you leave for school.”

  Her eyes roll. “Because that wouldn’t be suspicious.”

  “Don’t be sassy.”

  “I’ll text you later.”

  “Hmm.” I grunt. “Won’t be able to sleep good with you gone.”

  “You’ve survived the past thirty-eight years just fine. You’re a big boy.” She smirks, hoisting the strap up on her shoulder.

  “Stay.”

  “Are you asking me or telling me?”

  I put my beer down and go to her. “Baby, I’d really love it if you’d put your shit down and spend the night with me.” I push her strap back off her shoulder. “I never beg, Wylla Mae, but you got me ready to go down on my knees if that’s what it takes. You’ve fuckin’ ruined me.”

  “I should go,” she whispers, but the bag drops to the floor, and I wrap my arms around her. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “Be with me.”

  “What are you even saying, East?”

  Fucking hell. I swore I wouldn’t involve myself in this shit. I swore I would let her go. My heart ignores the warning signal firing inside my head for me to do that very thing. To send her on her damn way, but I love Wylla Mae. Love her so damn much it tears me all up inside. “Move in with me. You can commute.”

  “I can’t. Freshman have to live on campus and so do sophomores unless I turn twenty-one, so unless you have a time machine…”

  “I’ll get an apartment there.”

  “East. Stop. I said I would come on the weekends.”

  “You’re right. I’m not thinking clearly.” I shake my head feeling drunk on her. All I can think about is making her mine.

  “No, you aren’t, but I love that you’d want me to.”

  “Let’s go to bed.” I turn her toward the bed then unbutton her shorts and yank them down her legs. I follow her into the bathroom, and we brush our teeth. After that we settle into bed. I pull her in close throwing a leg over her and tucking her into my chest.

  “East…”

  “What?’

  “What if I did get pregnant? What would we do?”

  “We’d fuckin’ be having a baby.” The thought should be enough for me to kick her out of this bed, but it makes me want to hold her closer. My heart seizes. The thought of her belly swollen with my child makes me hard as damn rock. Christ on a cracker I need to put a stop to these emotions, but the harder I fight them the stronger they grow.

  “What if I wasn’t ready?”

  My heart leaps to my throat. “You saying you’d want an abortion?”

  “No. I don’t know. I just think we need to know what we’d both want.”

  “What I want and what you need are two different things, Wylla Mae. I’d make you my Old Lady tomorrow if you’d stay, but I know you have college and other plans.” I kiss her forehead. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow you need to go get on birth control.”

  Eventually her breathing evens out. It takes me a lot longer to find sleep. All these damn thoughts are running through my mind. Thoughts of claiming her as my Old Lady. Thoughts of her having my child. I already bought a one-way ticket to hell and it seems I’m intent on dragging Wylla Mae there with me.

  But fuck me…at least we’ll burn there together.

  I’m a sorry bastard.

  **

  “Long time no see, motherfucker.” Nickel, my VP grins as I take a seat across from him. Been a long time since we’ve had a sit down just the two of us. Bastard is always making some big deal and chasing pussy. Daisy places a beer in front of me and he smacks her on the ass. “Keep’em coming, sweet cheeks.” Brushing his fingers through his salt ‘n pepper streaked hair he slicks it back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck.

  “Been busy.” I take a hard pull from my beer.

  “You ain’t been busy a day in your life unless you’re holed up with a woman somewhere. What’s her name?”

  “None of your concern.”

  “Shit.” He grins while rolling us a fat joint. “That serious, man. You afraid I’ll steal her out from under you?”

  “She wouldn’t have your sorry ass.”

  “Damn. I’m offended. You look…fuck. I don’t know real happy.” His blue eyes go big. “Wylla fuckin’ Mae.”

  I narrow my gaze on him and swipe the joint before he can fire it up. I place it between my lips and light it, taking a deep drag. “What about her?”

  “You been tapping that. Should call you the damn candy man.” Nickel chuckles and reaches for the joint.

  “Kiss my ass.”

  “Fuck no. It’s no doubt hairy. I don’t like no hairy ass brother or legs.”

  Daisy returns sliding a burger and fries in front of him. “Can I get you anything, East?”

  “Naw, darlin’. I’m good thanks.”

  “Bet Lynn is fit to be tied.” He passes me the joint. I take a few more hits and put it out.

  “Haven’t talked to her. Haven’t seen her. Been tired of that for a few years.”

  “Since Wylla Mae caught your eye. No shame in it. She’s a pretty little thing. I’ve seen her around town with her fine ass mom.” He cuts out a sharp whistle. “Wish I’d tapped that bitch. Even if she is crazy.” He bites into his burger.

  “Alexa ain’t rich enough to upkeep you.”

  “Fuckin’ A. I’m expensive.”

  I shake my head at him. “Modern day gigolo.”

  “From your lips to the man upstairs’ ears. I’ve got too much pussy in my life. More than I know what to do with.”

  “Sounds like a real problem you’ve found yourself in. You look real put out about it.”

  “Brother, this rich bitch is a damn addict. Calls me all damn hours wanting my dick. I’m getting older. I’m fuckin’ tired.”

  “Right.” I swipe a few of his fries and he smacks at my hand.

  “Get your own, fucker. Daisy, get this man a plate.” She nods and goes into the kitchen.

  “You ever thought about taking the plunge and getting serious about any of them women?”

  “One woman. Some bitch thinking she can tell me what to do and how to spend my money. Fuck that noise. You uh getting serious about your sweet piece?” He studies me. “Shit. Never thought I’d see the day.”

  “Can’t explain it, Nick. Fuckin’ love her. She’s got me hooked. Can’t eat. Can’t sleep. Worry about her all the goddamn time.”

  “You been doing that since the day you met her.”

  “This is different. She’s in college. Got scholarships. Her whole future is hanging in the balance, and I’m a sorry ass biker who is too damn selfish to let her go. Even bought this.” I look around to make sure no one is watching. I pull the ring out of my pocket and Nickel nearly chokes on his damn beer.

  “Holy fuck. You want to put a ring on her. Goddamn.” He shakes his head and coughs. “Fuck. Easton Reed tamed. Well goddamn. Another one bites the damn dust.”

  “I’ve waited my whole life for her.”

  “We
ll to be fair you’ve only been waiting what eighteen years.” He busts out laughing and I shove the ring back in my pocket.

  “Fuck you. Asshole.”

  “Who are we fucking?” Viking turns a chair around and sits, wrapping his thick tribal tattooed arms around the back.

  I shoot Nickel a look to keep his damn mouth shut. He smirks and downs his beer. “Nobody yet. The day is young.”

  My cell rings in my pocket. Fuck. Fucking Lynn. What the hell does she want? “Gotta grab this.” I shoot them a nod and step outside. “Lo.”

  “Hey, um I know it’s been a while, but you think we can meet up and talk?” The last thing I want to do is meet up with Lynn. I know what her meet up and talk means. She wants something, namely me. “I wouldn’t ask, but it’s important. Please.”

  “I’m busy. I’ll let you know when and where but don’t expect it to be anytime soon.”

  “Is that anyway to treat me? I thought we had something special.”

  “You thought a lot of damn things. Doesn’t mean I owe you shit.”

  “I only want to talk.”

  “Like I said, I’m busy.”

  “Yeah, right. Sure. You let me know when I’m not too much of an inconvenience for you.”

  I click the call off without a response. We said everything we needed to months ago. Was a long time coming.

  Chapter 16

  Wylla Mae

  “Come on. You’ve not gone to one party with me since we started the semester. We’re in college. It’s time to cut loose and be free.” Andi, my childhood bestie, and college roomie is giving me her saddest puppy dog pout.

  “I don’t know.” I chew on my thumbnail. East has been out of town, but he said he might get back late tonight. He’s supposed to call so I can come stay the weekend with him. I haven’t seen him since last week.

  “Please. Clay Motherfuckin’ Johns will be there.” He’s this hot basketball player she’s been lusting after since our orientation. John is here on a scholarship and rumor has it he will be going to the NBA by next year. The guy is a damn good center and like six foot five inches in height.

  “I just need to make a quick phone call.”

  “No. No way. You don’t have to tell East your every freaking move. You can’t go a few hours without being up his ass. I’m begging you. One night. Act like a normal college chick.” Andi is the one person I’ve told about East and me. I know she’s against the relationship, but she does try to be supportive most the time because she sees how happy he makes me.