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.
“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?”
“You gonna tell me?”
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.”