Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(22)

His eyes couldn’t help but look down at her. Her breasts pressing against her shirt. Full and swollen. Miller knew her tit felt different the other night when he touched her. When she took his hand and made him touch her.

“Food then?” Miller said.

“No. We’re good. He was sleeping when…”

Ella lost her breath and started to get shaky.

“Okay, don’t talk about it right now,” Miller said. “Come on, let’s go to the room. You guys can have my room. Get some rest and we’ll figure this out in the morning.”

“I can go to a hotel,” Ella said. “If you can just get me there. Safely.”

Miller put his thumb to Ella’s chin and stroked. “You’re safe here. So is Beck. I swear on it, darling.”

Ella nodded. “Okay, Miller. I trust you.”

Damn, those words were like poetry to his outlaw ears. His other hand came forward, memories jogging strong in his mind, making him want to grab Ella by the hand and walk her down to his room.

But at the last second, Miller’s hand changed course and he grabbed the car seat from the bar. He snapped his fingers and a prospect behind the bar gave him a couple beers.

It was going to be an interesting night for sure.

The other prospects were in the clubhouse now, following Miller, Ella, and Beck down the hall. When they got to Miller’s room, they put the bags down.

“Anything else?” one asked.

“No,” Miller said. “Get back to the f*cking gate and watch it. We’ve had a…” Miller glanced at Ella then back to the prospect. “… situation tonight. Eyes open. I’ll have the guys taking turns on a night watch.”

The prospects nodded and hurried away.

Miller opened the door and Ella put a hand to his wrist. Her small hand, delicate fingers, beautiful touch. It set Miller on fire. His cock instantly became thick, full, pressing inside his jeans, seeking out more room.

“What kind of situation?” Ella asked.

Miller looked at her and smiled. “Thirty seconds in the clubhouse and you’re going to ask about club business? I guess some things never change.”

“I’m trying to make sure my son is protected,” Ella said.

Miller looked down to the car seat. Beck had since fallen asleep. His head to the side, chubby cheeks, a little spit bubbling as he took breaths.

“I guess the kid is worn out,” Miller said softly.

“What am I going to do with him?” Ella asked.

“Let me take care of that.”

They entered the room. Miller put the car seat on the bed. He turned on one of the nightstand lamps and nothing else. He went to the closet and opened it. On the floor in the corner were some boxes. He crouched down and grabbed one of them, tearing it open.

“Here,” he whispered.

Miller took the box to a small alcove in the room. He had no idea what the hell the purpose was for the little space, but now it seemed to serve a purpose. He took a small sleeping bag out of the box and put it on the floor. Then he put a few pillows down, making three quarters of a box looking shape.

He stood and turned, pointing down. “There. That should work for now, right?”

“That’s for Beck?”

Miller nodded. “I’ll send one of the prospects out tomorrow to get a crib for the little guy. You’re taking my bed. If you want to crash with him in the bed, that’s up to you. I just figure for now you can put him here. Unless you want to go to sleep right now.”

Ella shook her head. “I’ll sleep on the floor next to him. I’m not going to overtake your room, Miller.”

“Too late. I have a cot in the closet. I’ll sleep right outside. Gun under the pillow, okay? Nothing is going to happen to you.” Miller looked down at the makeshift bed. “Or Beck.”

Ella put a hand to Miller’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

Miller looked at her. “I made a promise, darling. I always keep my promises.”

“Not all of them.”

That was a cheap shot to the heart. Miller gritted his teeth, knowing he wanted to explode on Ella. But he held back. She’d had a f*ck of a night. The last thing she needed was to step back in time and go through what happened. What didn’t happen. What could have happened.

“Get the little guy,” Miller said. “He doesn’t look comfortable right now.”

They went to the car seat. Miller reached down and pulled at the straps. The little plastic clip thing didn’t open. Miller tugged again and the car seat shook. Beck let out a shaky breath and jumped.

“I give up,” Miller whispered.

“Like this,” Ella said.

With one press of the little plastic thing, the clip opened. She then gently pulled Beck’s tiny arms out of the straps. Watching her made Miller smile. She was always caring, always gentle. So f*cking beautiful. Then… and now. Time did nothing bad to her. Christ, with those full tits… her hips a little extra curvy than he remembered…

Fuck.

Stop.

Ella slowly lifted Beck out of the car seat. She then put the baby to her chest. There was a moment right then that Miller never thought he’d see. The intense love between mother and son. The way Beck seemed perfectly comfortable and Ella was finally content. She stood there and rocked left to right, burying her nose to the baby’s head, kissing him.