“Don’t be so dramatic. You never cared about East. You used him. And all this time you’ve known who my father is, and it never occurred to you to tell me? You lied to me.”
“I wanted to. So many times, but he didn’t want us. Neither of us. He’s ashamed of us. I never wanted his decision to hurt you. I was protecting you, but I guess I was protecting you from the wrong man.” Her lips curl in disgust. “If you stay married to him that’s it, Wylla Mae. No more. You and I won’t have a relationship anymore. You’ll be dead to me. I can’t support this. I won’t accept it.”
I get up from my seat. “Then I guess you need to hold a funeral then. Come on, East. Let’s get out of here.”
“Alexa…” he starts but she turns her head.
“I should prosecute you.”
“For what? I was eighteen and out of high school before anything ever happened and if you must know I pursued East. He never came on to me. If anything, he pushed me away repeatedly, but I wasn’t going to give up. I knew we belonged together. East and I love each other. I guess that’s something you don’t understand because you’ve never known how to love anyone but yourself.” With that said East and I leave.
I climb in the passenger side and East ever so sweet and thoughtful gets in the truck and tilts my head toward his. “She’ll see in time, but I’m damn proud of you, Lady. You got backbone.”
“I’ve got you.” I meet his awaiting lips, kissing him hard and deep with lots of tongue.
“You’ll always have me.” God, I hope his words are true. I’m giving up everything to be with him. I have already decided that I will finish the rest of this semester then take a few years off for the baby. I know I won’t be able to focus on school. My mind is always on East and now we have a baby to think about. Possibly two of them. I keep telling myself that Lynn is full of it but in the back of my mind I know there is a possibility. I know her and East had a relationship. It’s a fact. One I can’t ignore forever but for now I am going to be in this honeymoon phase with my husband.
“Let’s go home.”
“Like the sound of that, baby.”
“Me too.”
Chapter 20
Easton
“You sure you’re good with this?”
“The club is a big part of your life and I’m your Old Lady now. It’d be weird for me to pretend otherwise. Besides, I’m ready to talk to my sperm donor.”
I’ve not told Murder the news myself, but I’m sure Alexa ran blabbing to him the first chance she got. I don’t care what she says, I know she’s in love with the man and always will be. “All right get ready.”
My gorgeous wife pauses by the closet. “Will she be there?”
By she I assume Wylla Mae means Lynn. “She don’t have no reason to be. But even if she is, doesn’t matter. She needs to know her place in my life won’t ever change. You’re my wife and having my baby. I meant what I said. I’ll be there for financial support and be a father, but I’ll never want anything from her.”
Wylla Mae snatches her clothes from the hangers and disappears into the bathroom. We’ve been back a few days and are adjusting to living together. I know the idea of Lynn having my baby kills her. I wish I could change it but until the kid is born and we see the results of the DNA test there isn’t much I can do, other than keep assuring her that I only want her. I’m sure Murder will have words for me, but what those words will be remains to be seen. He has never claimed Wylla Mae, and he damn sure never had much of a hand in raising her outside of financial support. Alexa did that on her own with help from me from time to time. The past ten years I’ve seen to Wylla Mae, and I’ll keep doing so till the day I die.
I hear the shower start and debate joining her. I go to twist the knob on the bathroom door and find it locked. Guess she is still pissed about Lynn calling me last night. All she wanted was to tell me about her next appointment. She can be mad, but I won’t let her shut me out. Pulling my utility knife out, I pop the lock on the door easily enough. Wylla Mae is already under the spray of water. I strip down and get in behind her. My gorgeous wife scowls at me.
“I had the door locked for a reason.”
“You can be mad, baby, but you aren’t going to punish me. I’ll be damned if that bitch comes between us. It isn’t gonna be easy, but you don’t get to shut me out. Not ever. We’re a team. It’s you and me, Wylla Mae. No one else. So, you shut that attitude you’re throwing at me down and lock it down tight. Won’t take you to the clubhouse and have you sassing me in front of my brothers. You’ve got my ring on your finger, my ink on your skin, and my baby in your belly. You’re mine always and forever.”
“I hate her. I hate that she thinks she has some sort of claim on you. I hate that she can call you or just pop in our lives whenever she feels like it.”
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight against me. “Hate her all you want to, but never direct those feelings at me or else she wins. That’s what she wants, but you can’t ever give her that, baby.” I kiss the back of her neck and tease at the crack of her ass with the head of my dick.
“I’m not mad at you.” She pulls out of my arms. “I’m trying to shower.”
“So, get clean, but the minute you’re out of this shower, I’m gonna be deep inside you, dirtying you right back up. Tonight when you’re at the clubhouse, you’ll smell like me. My come will be leaking outta you.” Wylla Mae makes me damn crazy. I feel like a damn caveman, but that’s what she does to me. Makes me possessive as fuck.
“No way. I’m not walking around like that all night.”
“That’s what you think,” I warn and grab the soap to start lathering her up. I take my time rubbing the soapsuds over her skin. I will get my way. Wylla Mae is gonna learn when it comes to her, I’ll always win.
I allowed her to think she’s getting her way after I finished in the shower. Left her alone long enough for her to dry her hair and start getting dressed. I know she’s gonna get pissed. She has just gotten her jeans zipped and I’m about to pull them back off her. Getting her undressed is half the fun. I move in behind her as she stands in front of the closet fingering through the hangers looking for a top. All she has on is her dark skinny jeans and a red and black lace bra. “Red looks sexy on you, baby.” I kiss her shoulder next to her bra strap, one hand on her hip.
“Oh no you don’t.” My woman attempts to twist away, but she only makes it easier for me to turn her around to face me.
“Oh, but yeah I do, and I want. Gimme’ that mouth, Lady.” I move in for a kiss and Wylla Mae can’t deny me. She knows and I know it. My sweet wife can’t resist kissing me. Claiming her mouth, I take my time, kissing her slow and deep, tongue thrusting between her lips taking what I want, and she gives it back just as good if not better. I fall in love with her more by the minute. Knowing that she’s now my wife and that she’s having my child, changes everything. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her…to keep her. She’s my world. The reason I breathe. My reason for living. She has been since the day I met her.
“We’re gonna be late.”
I tug on the zipper of her jeans. “Your point is?” I question shoving my hand down the front of her pants.
“I don’t remember.” Her mouth is back on mine, greedy and demanding.
Fucking hell. I can’t get enough of her. I get those jeans back off her and drop the towel cinched around my waist. We fall to the bed and I cover her body with my own. Fingers laced together I slide right in her sweet heat. She’s always ready for me. I don’t care how late it makes us. I’m taking my time to enjoy her pussy that curves perfectly to my dick. Legs wrapped around me she squeezes me tight. She feels so damn good I could damn nearly cry. I don’t know what she’s done to me, fucking enchanted or cursed me, but after Wylla Mae there could never be another woman on this earth for me. When she cries out my name, I come harder than I ever have in my life.
“Goddamn, baby, the things you do to me.”
Her smile melts against my lips
. “I love you so much, Easton Reed. I’m never going to leave you.”
“I’d just follow you if you tried.”
“Promise?”
“Swear on my life, woman. You’re it for me. After being inside you, putting my ring on your finger, my ink on your skin, my baby in your belly there could never be anyone else. You’re it for me. God’ll strike me dead right here if I’m lying.”
“I believe you, honey.” Her fingers skim the length of my jaw.
Reluctantly we disentangle from the sheets. Wylla Mae retreats to the bathroom to clean up. We end up getting to the clubhouse over an hour later than I had planned. I pull up and park my cage next to Link’s. Snow flurries are pelting down thick sticking to the ground. I go around to open Wylla Mae’s door and make certain she doesn’t slip getting out.
Clutching her hand, I bring her knuckles to my lips. It’s the first time I’m introducing her to the club as my Old Lady. Not sure how the news will be received but I have high hopes my brothers will be happy for me. I swing the door open and all eyes land on us.
The bar is eerily quiet. Murder scowls at me from his seat at his table. Judging by the dirty look he’s shooting my way Alexa has filled him in. “Ya’ll remember Wylla Mae. If you haven’t heard yet, allow me to introduce you to my Old Lady.”
Crawl jumps up clapping his hands together. “Fuck yeah. I won the bet.”
“Bet?” Wylla Mae whispers and I shrug.
Pam moves out from behind the bar and hands a tip jar full of money off to Crawl. “Welcome to the family.” She winks at us and the music starts back up.
One by one my brothers congratulate me. “Another one bites the dust,” Viking says, slapping me on the back. “You’re a lucky motherfucker.” His gaze lingers on my wife in a way I don’t like.
“You can look, asshole, but never forget you can’t touch.”
He chuckles and winks at Wylla Mae before returning to his game of pool.
“I need a beer then we’ll talk to Murder.”
“Whatever you want. I’m in no hurry to talk to him.”
“I get that, baby.” And I do. Murder was always around but he was never really there. I lace my fingers with hers once more and tug her along to the bar. “Beer for me. Soda for her.” I nod to Pam.
“Coming right up.”
Chapter 21
Wylla Mae
“So how long has this been a thing?” Pam, the woman with dark curly hair motions between East and me as she slides our drinks to us.
“None of your fucking business, but to put your mind at ease never touched her till she was legal.” East takes a swig from his beer and I shoot her an uneasy smile. I remember Pam. She came when I started my period at East’s house, and she said some not so nice things about our relationship back then. I had always liked her but that day I hated her.
“Calm down, I wasn’t insinuating shit. Only curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat,” I tell her, and my man gives my thigh a squeeze in warning. I know Pam is a bad ass who takes no shit. She’s a biker bitch, but I need to show her I’m not taking any shit either.
“Don’t let her upset you,” he says.
“All right. I respect that. Don’t worry, East. Your Old Lady is letting me know to back the fuck up off her man. I like that. Known you since you were a runt, Wylla Mae. Always knew you’d be part of the family. I could see the strings tethering the two of you together years ago. I admit, I was worried, but East proved he’s a standup guy. I like that. So, what I’m saying is even though you ain’t asking for it, ya’ll have my blessing.”
“Thank you, Pam.”
She nods and moves down the bar to sling more drinks.
“You straight?” East tugs on my hair and I turn into him.
Honestly, I’m far from great and expected some push back when East announced I’m his Old Lady. I’m not worried about that. I’m nervous about the conversation that’s going to happen soon. “Depends on what he has to say.” I shift my gaze to the other side of the room.
Murder is sitting alone drinking straight from a bottle of Jack Daniels. Staring at him, anger courses through every cell in my body. This man was supposed to be my father. All the times he came to our house and not once did he ever say to me, “By the way, kid, I’m your father.” He had so many opportunities to come clean with me and yet never did.
I want an answer. I need to know why I wasn’t good enough. Why didn’t he want to be my dad? Why didn’t he want me? Was it because of my mom or was he a deadbeat father?
“He has his reasons. Up to him if he wants to share that with you. But none of his shit has anything to do with you. Baby, you’re everything pure. Man’s a fool to miss out on you. You ready to go over there or will you need more time?”
“No time like the present to get this over with.”
East grips the back of my neck and leans in close to my ear. “Don’t be nervous. I’m here. Always got your back.” I bob my head up and down and give him a kiss. A fast peck on the lips. I know he has my back. He always has. He’s the one person who has never let me down. If he ever does, I don’t know what I’ll do. That’s my greatest fear. Losing Easton Reed. Him and my sperm donor share a look and then East is grabbing my hand and leading me through the bar. Here we go. I glance around the clubhouse, taking in familiar faces and new ones. I’m looking anywhere but at Murder.
“Heard we have a lot to talk about,” his gruff voice cuts through the noise. “Let’s take this discussion to my office. Got eyes and ears out here.” Murder pushes his chair back, towering over me. The man is an intimidating brute, but I can see why my mother felt attracted to him. He has strength, confidence, and handsome looks. He’s the kind of man who’d make you quake in your boots if you met him alone. However, I’ve known this man my whole life. Thought he was a friend to my mother when in reality she was his side piece. His dirty secret.
When I was little he’d come over and bring me new dolls. Him and Mom would go to her bedroom for a while. That went on for years. His wife must be an idiot. I know not all men are true and faithful. I’m not that naïve. I also know not all women are honest either.
I glance at Pam as she hugs up to her man, Link. I remember East calling her out that night I started my period for cheating on him. I wonder if there was any truth to that. It’s not my business I know that. They’ve always appeared so in tune with one another. So in love. Appearances can be deceiving.
I follow my supposed father and my husband down a hallway. I stop and take in the portrait of a girl. She looks to be about my age but the clothing she wears dates the photograph to be nearly twenty years old. I don’t have to ask who she is. She was my mother’s best friend in high school. The one who died in a car crash. My father’s daughter. My half-sister. A chill washes over me and her gaze feels as though it’s moving with me as East pulls me along.
Murder opens a door and flicks on the light switch. I file in behind East. The room has a large desk with a laptop computer sitting off to the side. Lots of pictures of Murder over the years hang on the walls.
They both take their seats and I shuffle awkwardly unsure if I want to sit or stand but my man decides for me, pulling me onto his lap, arms protectively circling my waist, chin resting on my shoulder, lips at my ear. “Stop fidgeting, baby.” I lace my fingers through his, he rubs his thumb over my wedding ring. “Guess Alexa called you.”
“She did. Hear she told you who I am to you.” His words are meant for me. I give him a nod, unable to find my voice. “I’m sure there’s a lot you’d like to say to me. I’m not gonna apologize. Not gonna bullshit you. When your mom told me she was pregnant the last thing I wanted was a kid by her. I had no business fucking around with her. I wasn’t a good father to the kid I had. My shit, my mistakes landed on her shoulders. She fucked up and got herself killed because of choices I made. I wasn’t going to fuck your life up too. I made a choice and stuck by it. Though I’ve always supported your mom. Bought her that house.
Paid for her car. Gave her money anytime she asked for it. Made sure you had a roof, clothes, and food. Did what I could. My Old Lady doesn’t know shit about you being mine. I’d like to keep it that way. If that makes me a prick, then so be it. I will say this though, you ever need me you can call on me.” He pauses and though his words should hurt they don’t. I don’t want anything from him. I may not have all his reasons but it’s enough for me. He didn’t want me, and I don’t want him.
“You know, East, when I told you to be there for Wylla Mae this wasn’t what I had in mind. But I gotta say, I couldn’t have found a better man for a son-in-law. We have some business to discuss later. Right now, I wanna know what’s the status with Lynn?”
“If that kid is mine, I will own up to what I need to, but other than she ain’t shit to me.”
His gaze slices to me. “How you feel about that?”
“I’m not happy about it but I stand by my man.”
“Alexa did one thing right. Taught you how to be an Old Lady. But I suppose that shit is in your blood.” I don’t have a response to that, and I get the feeling he’s done sharing. “Church in the morning.”
“I’ll be here. We good?”
“Long as you treat her right. It’s all a father can ask for.” He goes quiet for a minute. “How far along are you?”
“What?”
“Heard me. May not have been your father but I know that fucking glow on any woman. How far along?”
“We don’t know yet. Just found out after we got married.”
“So, you didn’t marry her cause you knocked her up?” his attention is back on East.
“Put my ring on that finger because I wanted to. Not because of any reason other than I love her. Wylla Mae claimed my ass when she was eight. I just didn’t realize it till few months back. I’m a little slow on the uptake.” East and Murder both chuckles.
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