Lady & The Biker (Royal Bastards MC)

by Glenna Maynard

  East parks and shuts off the vehicle. He exits and comes around to open my door. I try to push away my negative thoughts but there pushing back just as hard if not harder demanding attention. I take his offered hand and climb out the passenger side.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m just hungry.”

  “You sure that’s it?”

  “I promise,” I lie, but I also know Lynn has no place between us. Fingers threaded together we enter the steak house. The hostess glances at our joined hands and I lean up to kiss East on the cheek out of spite. I know what she’s thinking—he’s too old for me, but I don’t care what she thinks. I’m at the point I don’t care what anyone has to say. I know what I want and that’s to be with Easton Reed.

  The woman escorts us to our table, placing the menus on opposite sides of the booth. I don’t hide the smirk that’s tugging on my lips when East waves me into the booth and slides in next to me. He opens the menu in front of us, sharing it with me not bothering with the other.

  Chapter 18

  Easton

  “Did you think I was playing with you, Wylla Mae? I meant what I said.” I meet her gaze in the mirror as she takes her silver hoop earrings out to get ready for bed.

  “Not exactly. You promise there’s only been me since we became involved?”

  “How could I want anyone else after having the best? You’re it for me, baby. All I want. All I need.” I get that she needs reassurance after the shit that went down yesterday. Fucking Lynn is dead set on ruining my life. She’s a crazy bitch that I should have cut loose a long damn time ago. That’s my fault but now Wylla Mae is paying the price for my mistakes. I can’t lose her. Not because of Lynn. Wylla Mae saved me when she was still a kid. She may not know that, but I do. After she came into my life, I knew that I’d do anything to give her the world. I never imagined that ten years later we’d be here. I never planned for this to happen. But it did. I won’t take back the way I feel. She makes me feel alive and like I have something worth fighting for.

  “I’m the best…out of all the women you’ve been with?”

  “No comparison. Your pussy was made for me. Your body and most importantly your heart, were created to be loved and worshipped by one man and that’s me. If I could change one thing it’d only be that you were born twenty years earlier so I could have met you sooner and made you mine.”

  “That’s deep.”

  “My love for you runs deeper than the bottom of the deep blue sea, baby. I love you more than you know, but I’m going to prove it. Every damn day. Rest of my life I’m going to make it up to you.”

  She goes quiet and I know I need to make things right for her. She needs to know Lynn will never come between us.

  I find what I’m searching for in my bag and hold the box behind my back. Never thought I’d see the day I’d get on my knees for a woman, but she’s not any woman. No one could ever come close to comparison. Since I made the choice to stop denying myself of her, I’ve not looked at another woman. Not had any desire nor any need to. My Lady is all I need. I don’t know what Lynn expected when she showed up a few days ago claiming she’s having my kid. I told her I want a DNA test. We’ve not been together since I’ve been with Wylla Mae. The timing is bad, but if the kid is mine, I’ll do right by him or her. She says she hasn’t found out the sex of the baby yet. Says she wants it to be a surprise. Told her I’d help pay for her doctor’s visits and if the kid’s mine I’ll handle the hospital bill. What I won’t do is pretend I love her. She always knew the score with me. I was never gonna make her my Old Lady. She was a place filler. It was never about love between us. Was simply passing time. Maybe that makes me a bastard, but I never claimed to be admirable.

  “C’mere.”

  “I gotta pee.”

  “Get over here goddamn it.”

  She gives me a funny look but takes the five steps that separate us. “Why are you being all weird?”

  “You’re weird. Stand right there.” I nudge her back a step.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shh.” I take a deep breath. “No sit there on the edge of the bed.”

  “East. What is it?”

  Fucking hell, I’ve never done this. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I just know that I want Wylla Mae to be mine in every way possible. “I think I loved you long before I ever met you.” I’m rewarded with her cheeks turning pink. I drop down on one knee.

  “Honey, what are—”

  I push a finger to her mouth. “As I was saying.” I grin at her. Her doe eyes are big and round, unshed tears glittering in the creases. “I never thought I’d meet someone who’d make me want to settle down, but since the day we met there’s been a connection between us. One I couldn’t explain. One I wouldn’t allow myself to feel for a long time, but I can’t fight nature. I can’t hide the way I feel when I’m with you. Baby, you complete me in ways I never thought possible. I don’t want to go another damn day without you by my side where you belong. Every man needs an exceptional woman and for me that’s you. It’s always been you. I just had to wait for you to catch up to me. I want to bind you to me in every way possible. I’m a selfish bastard, but I promise I’ll always be true to you.”

  I produce the black box I had behind my back. “I love you, Wylla Mae Neville. I’m not asking, I’m telling you I’m going to marry you tomorrow.”

  “East.” Tears stream down her cheeks. Her mouth claims mine before I can open the box. Wylla Mae throws her arms around me and knocks me on my ass. She pulls back with the cutest smirk on her face. “You honestly wanna marry me?”

  “You not been listening?” I chuckle.

  “I hear you. Tomorrow?” Her brow shoots up.

  “Yeah.” I shift and open the box. “Had this special made for you.”

  Her eyes light up taking in the intricate detail on the silver band. It’s diamond encrusted with sunflowers weaved around the yellow diamond in the center. “East, it’s perfect. You’re too good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

  “I’m the lucky one.” I slide the ring on her finger.

  Wylla Mae holds her hand up studying the way it looks. Her lips stretch into a brilliant smile. “I love it.”

  “Good.” I capture that tempting mouth, kissing her soft and slow, drinking her in, intoxicated by Wylla Mae’s happiness. We don’t bother moving to the bed. I roll my girl over and take her right on the floor in front of the fireplace. Roaming her curves, I take my time, tasting and teasing every inch of her body.

  My woman’s fingers slide along my neck, tracing the pattern of the ink there. “I love all your ink.”

  “I’ve got plenty of it for you to explore.”

  Her fingers drift to my chest. “I especially love this one. She taps the sunflower tattoo with her name on the petal.

  “Partial to that one myself.” I roll my hips, pressing my dick against her sweet heat. My blood pulses through my veins, heartbeat hammering in my ears. The heat of the fire licks against my back as I guide my way home, rooting myself deep between Wylla Mae’s thighs. Her body rises to meet mine. Our mouths meet briefly, her breath fanning over my lips. I love the sounds she makes. I love the way her fingers bite into my skin when I stroke hard and deep. Nothing better than her sweet pussy squeezing my dick, her walls clenching tight around me.

  **

  I stand at the front of the chapel wearing this damn suit that makes me feel all itchy and unlike myself, but I want Wylla Mae to look back on this day and know I did it right for her. I know this probably isn’t ideal. She has imagined that this day would be different I am sure. For starters her mother isn’t here. It’s just the two of us, the preacher, and the couple getting married after us serving as our witnesses. All we need is us and for it to be legal.

  I will catch hell from Murder for this but Wylla Mae is worth it. I’d move heaven and hell for her. There’s an ache inside me that only she can soothe. The music plays and the door opens revealing my blushing bride. Dress
ed in a simple white satin dress that hugs her curves with a draping neckline, carrying a bouquet of sunflowers, trimmed with a brown ribbon, she’s picture perfect. A pure dream come true. She’s so damn beautiful I can barely breathe as she walks toward me.

  Barely legal. I’ve ruined her just as she’s ruined me. I never knew love could be all consuming but that’s what I have with Wylla Mae. I never even saw her coming with her doe eyes and sassy mouth. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to love her forever. Till my dying breath, I’ll only ever want her.

  Taking her arm, I kiss her cheek, and we stand before the preacher and God declaring our love, promising of forever and a day.

  “Do you, Easton Reed, take Wylla Mae Neville, to be your lawful wedded wife? And do you, Wylla Mae Neville take Easton Reed as your lawful wedded husband before God?”

  “I do,” we say in unison.

  “Then by the power vested in me and the great state of Tennessee, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.”

  Cupping her face between my hands, I mouth, “I love you.” Wylla Mae smiles and parts her lips. I dip my head and kiss my wife as the couple serving as witness snaps a picture for us.

  **

  “There’s no going back now,” I murmur and kiss her as I lift her from the cage and carry her toward the cabin.

  “East, I can walk.”

  “It’s tradition.” I get the door open and turn sideways to cross the threshold with Wylla Mae in my arms. Her feet hit something on the table. I look down and see her purse spilled out on the floor. Three boxes. Three pregnancy tests. “Baby,” I coo, and she struggles against me.

  “It’s not mine.”

  “Don’t start our marriage with a lie,” I growl at her. “Gonna spank your ass raw for that.”

  “I’m sorry.” She grimaces. “It’s just with Lynn. The timing. I didn’t know what to say.”

  I sit on the couch keeping a firm hold on her. “Do you know how happy you’ve just made me? Nothing could be better than the thought of you pregnant.”

  “I haven’t taken one yet. So…” Her fingers twist together.

  I nuzzle her neck and kiss her behind the ear. “So, let’s find out.”

  “Right now?”

  “Yes, right now.” I squeeze her hip and she gets up looking a little pale. “Don’t be scared. Never with me.”

  “I’m just nervous. It’s all so fast. Lynn and now we’re married and this. What if I am pregnant, East?” She bends down to pick up the tests.

  “Don’t you want our baby, Wylla Mae?”

  Her throat bobs. “I do, it’s just I could be happy waiting a few more years to have it.”

  That stings but I don’t take it personal. I know she’s young and had other plans. I did too, but then we happened, and plans change.

  “I’m just gonna go get this over with then.” She starts toward the bathroom and I get up to follow her. “What are you doing?” The question comes out in a hiss.

  “We’re a team. I am going to be with you every step of the way.”

  “I can pee on a stick by myself.”

  “I know you can. Don’t be a brat. I’m so damn happy. I don’t want to miss a thing.”

  “Whatever.” A giggle leaves her lips and her lips twist into a smile.

  Chapter 19

  Wylla Mae

  East’s arms wrap around me from behind. His chin rests on my shoulder. “What’s it say, Lady?”

  I stare at the plastic stick I hold in my hands. One word reads on the digital screen. Pregnant. My stomach drops like I’ve just gone down the big dip on a roller coaster. “Um…we’re having a baby,” I whisper, not believing the words that leave my mouth.

  “Yeah?” East grins at my reflection through the mirror.

  “Yeah.” I turn into him and he gazes deeply in my eyes. The happiness radiating from him is enough to make me believe that maybe this is indeed a blessing in disguise.

  “Love you so goddamn much, Wylla Mae.”

  “I love you more.”

  “Not possible.”

  “Don’t sass me.”

  “I’m stating the facts.”

  “Well I have a fact for you. No one has ever made my damn heart beat so fuckin’ fast. Never made me feel as good as you can.”

  “I wanna make you feel great.” I drop the plastic test in the sink and push him toward the bedroom. “Take off your clothes, husband.” Husband. Holy shit. We really got married. I stare at East seeing nothing but love radiating back at me. I unzip my wedding dress and let it pool at my feet.

  East smolders at me, the man is beaming brighter than the damn sun. I shove him down on the bed and drop to my knees between his legs. Wrapping a fist around his cock I stroke him slowly. The action earns me a deep throaty growl in return. I take my time paying worship to his cock.

  “Fuck, baby. Ain’t nothing better than this.” His fingers thread through my hair, holding me tight, pushing my head down, forcing more of him in my mouth. I take his cock deep, sucking him hard, licking him from base to tip. Bobbing my head up and down, faster and faster I know he’s close. I can tell by the way his fingers loosen then tighten in my hair and the rumbling sounds coming from him every time I stop and go slow again.

  East eases from between my lips. “Get up here and ride me. Only way I’m coming is inside you.” I climb up on his lap and impale myself on his erection. East hugs me to his chest and falls back on the bed. I push up, rocking my body soft and slow, loving how good he feels inside me. He’s right. There’s nothing better than this. Than us.

  Fingers laced together we make love in every position, me on top, him behind me, side by side. East gives it to me good. My husband…the father of my child. How crazy life is. How quickly everything has changed.

  Later when he’s sleeping next to me, I fan my fingers across my stomach, and I smile. Beneath my palm, in my womb, a piece of me and a part of East grows.

  **

  “You sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to turn around.”

  East grins at me. “Nah. It’s time. Alexa will come around eventually.”

  “You better hope she doesn’t go for her gun.”

  “I’m not scared of her. Her bark’s always been bigger than her bite.”

  He’s not wrong, but I will always be afraid of my mother. We agreed to keep my pregnancy quiet for now. The timing isn’t exactly great with Lynn saying she’s having East’s baby. I believe him when he says that he doesn’t think the kid is his. I believe my man when he tells me that he only has eyes for me. I have to. If I believe anything else, then our relationship means nothing. Trust and communication are important. That much I know.

  East parks out front of my mother’s house and shuts off the engine. He exits the truck and comes around to open my door. I don’t want to have this conversation. I know it won’t be pretty and it’s not going to make any of us feel good. He takes my hand in his, helping me out of the passenger side. Giving me a squeeze on the hip, my husband pecks me quickly on the lips. We walk to the front door and I pause. I don’t know if I should let myself in or simply knock.

  I decide to knock. It doesn’t take my mom long to answer the door. It swings open and she sees me at first. “Sweetheart, what are you knocking for?” She moves to pull me in for a hug, gaze landing on my husband. Shit. Triple shit. Here we go. Brows knitting, she says, “East. Now this is a surprise. Are you guys going to come in or let all of my heat out?” She steps aside and we enter the house.

  I drop East’s hand like a chicken, but it is too late. The color in my mother’s cheeks has faded. Her shocked expression darkens.

  The thee of us takes our seats. East and me on the couch and her in the armchair. “So, what’s this about?”

  “We wanted you to hear it from us first.”

  “No. Stop right there. Whatever this is, no,” her voice cracks, sounding so small.

  “Alexa,” East begins as my mother continues to shake her he
ad, clasping her hands between her knees. “You know I care about Wylla Mae.”

  Her head jerks up. “You bastard. You fucking piece of shit. I trusted you!” she roars, tears trickling down her cheeks. “You’re sick. Both of you. You’re having a child with another woman. Wylla baby, you can’t want this.”

  “I love East and he loves me. We’re married, Momma. I want you to be happy for me. He’s a worthy man. You know he is.”

  “Happy? A good man? You’re a child. You have no idea what you want.”

  “I’m eighteen and old enough to know what love is.”

  “I expected better than this out of you. I never dreamed you’d pull something like this. He’s going to ruin your life, Sweetpea. He’ll use you. That’s what men like him do. He’s no better than your father.”

  “My father? What’s he have to do with this?”

  “Your father ruined my life and now you’re going down the same path. Please tell me that you’re not pregnant. At least give me that. You can get an annulment. It’s not too late to make things right and undo this. You got caught up. I understand, but you can’t be married to him.”

  “We’re not getting an annulment, Mom. I want to be with East. You don’t have to like it, but if you love me then you’ll respect my choice.”

  “Murder will never allow this,” she hisses at East and his head drops.

  “What’s Murder have to do with anything?”

  “He’s your father,” she whispers, so low the words are barely audible, but I heard them.

  “Murder?” I breathe his name out and East, grabs my hand. “You knew?” I look to him and I have my answer. “And Murder knows?”

  “He’s always known. He never wanted you. We’ve always been his dirty secret, but I guess I should be glad East at least cared enough to put a ring on your finger. I always knew the two of you had a connection but this.” Her head moves from side to side. “I can’t accept this. How could you, East? I trusted you with her. How long? How long has this been going on? I think I’m going to be sick. I’m having a heart attack.” Clutching at her chest she drops back against the chair making a scene.