Lady & The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 2)

“You can’t be serious.”

He dips his head, claiming my nipple, sucking it hard, continuing to drive me crazy. My stomach is tightly coiled, and I can’t breathe. I grip the sheets and bow my back, rubbing against him doing my damnedest to get what I want with little success. “Okay. You win.”

East looks up at me all smug. “What’s that?” he presses the tip in and a shiver ripples through me.

“I’ll marry you. I’ll be your Old Lady.” Maybe it’s desire talking or the champagne but marrying East sounds like a dream come true.

“Fuck, you make me so damn happy.” East crashes his mouth down on mine. He pulls out and slams back in harder and deeper, giving me what I crave. Gripping my shoulder with one hand and hooking the other under my knee my man gives it to me good. Seconds later my release takes hold. East follows me quickly his warmth spreading through me. He eases out and shoves his fingers back inside me. “Love seeing your pretty little pussy dripping with my come.” Rubbing through my slickness, he smears his essence over my forbidden hole. “Gonna mark you all over. Claim every hole as mine.”

I let out a gas

p, knees shaking as he teases my ass with his thick finger until I’m coming again.

**

“You about ready in there?” East calls out from the living room.

“Almost.” I slip my black heeled boots on and put my diamond studs in my ears. East is taking me out to dinner. I’m wearing a red V-neck sweater paired with black jeans. I step out of the bedroom and he gets this cocky expression on his face. I sweep my hair back over my shoulder.

“Damn.” He lets out a low whistle. “How is it possible you look just as wonderful in them clothes as you do when I peel them off you. I don’t know if I can take you out looking so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

“Stop it. I’m starving.”

“Me too,” he growls and crooks a finger through my belt loop. “I’m famished.” East kisses me and squeezes my ass.

“I need food not your dick.”

My man chuckles. “You can’t blame me for trying.”

“I suppose not.”

We get in my jeep and he drives. It feels satisfying to be out with East and not be worried about who will see us or judge our age difference. I can hold his hand and kiss him whenever I want to. The thought hits me that if I were to marry him then it’d be like this all the time between us. Part of me is terrified but the rest of me wants that more than anything. I look over at East and he takes my breath away. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous man. He reminds me of David Beckham in his prime.

I’ve never felt such devotion in all my life.

He smiles at me and my insides turn to goo. What if I am pregnant…would it be so awful…so wrong? A piece of me. A piece of East. My brown eyes and his smile. My heart drums in my ears. I can imagine it. The two of us happy. In love. Raising a family of our own. There’s one problem with the pretty picture I’ve painted in my mind. It doesn’t include Lynn or the baby growing in her womb, but they are very much a reality, and what I’m imagining is a fantasy. My mood sours at the reminder.

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.