Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(23)

“I’ll put him down in a second,” Ella said.

“Take your time,” Miller said. “Do whatever you need to do. If he’s… hungry… I’ll step out or…”

“He’s fine,” Ella said. Her cheeks blushed again.

Ella turned and walked the baby to the bed Miller had made. Miller put the car seat on the floor. He grabbed Ella’s bags and put them in front of the dresser. He then looked at the bed, suddenly worried if the sheets were clean enough for Ella to sleep in.

When he took a few steps and looked, he saw Ella on the floor. On her knees, bent over, giving the baby a kiss. His eyes traveled to the line of skin showing where her shirt pulled up. Jeans started where skin ended. Ella’s ass was still nice and round, making Miller’s hands tingle to grab and hold tight, like he’d done before.

Miller moved forward and went right into the bathroom. He opened the cabinet and took out peroxide, cotton balls, and grabbed a couple bandages and antibacterial ointment. All for Ella’s face. He had to patch her up before leaving her in the room alone.

When he turned, Ella stood there, a finger at her mouth. “I think he’ll be good. Give him a few more minutes to get settled.”

“Did he wake up?” Miller asked.

“No. He’s a good sleeper. He has his own little routine. I kind of messed it up big time tonight.”

“It happens. He won’t even remember.”

“I will.”

Miller had nothing to say. He grabbed Ella by the wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. He quietly shut the door behind her. His hands then grabbed at her hips. He lifted her and spun her around, sitting her on the sink.

“Let me get your face taken care of,” Miller said.

It angered him so much that Jerry had done this to her. Smacking a woman around? That was beyond low. That was beyond being scum. That was one rule Miller told all his guys. If they lifted a hand to a woman, no matter what, they would get that hand f*cking broken by Miller.

After all Miller had to see with his * father damn near killing his mother on numerous occasions.

Miller touched her cheek. He swallowed hard, wanting to ask her why she let it happen. Why she didn’t fight back. What the hell she was thinking staying with Jerry because this was definitely not the first time it happened. But none of the questions mattered because Ella was the victim. She didn’t cause it. Not at all. And she deserved to carry absolutely no guilt for this. She did the right thing by leaving, taking herself and the baby to safety.

“This is going to sting like hell,” Miller said.

He poured peroxide on the cotton ball. He touched Ella’s cheek. She jumped and winced, whimpering in pain.

Miller felt his cock getting hard.

He rubbed her cheek and took the cotton ball away. The peroxide did its job, cleaning out the wound. Ella had one hand on the counter, the other hand on her leg.

When Miller touched her face again with the peroxide, she threw that other hand forward, grabbing at his shirt.

“I know, darling,” Miller said. “It’s still kind of oozing here. Got to get the shit out so it won’t get infected and the swelling will go down. I hate to ask this, but did he hit you with something?”

“I was on the floor trying to crawl away,” Ella said. “And he stomped on my head. My face hit the tile floor. I blacked out for a few seconds or minutes, I don’t know.”

“Fucking hell,” Miller said, gritting his teeth. “I’m so sorry.”

“Me too.”

Miller took the cotton ball away. He dropped it into the sink. His eyes locked with Ella’s and he couldn’t look away. It was impossible that someone this beautiful could be treated like that. Christ, when was the last time she was touched? She was loved? She was f*cked?

His hand touched her cheek again, his thumb grazing over the swollen wound. Ella took a shaky breath. Her hand was tight around Miller’s shirt.

Don’t do it, man. Don’t f*cking do it. She’s technically married. She has a kid. You’re a f*cking outlaw biker. You’re going to kill her husband…

“Miller,” Ella whispered.

“Darling,” Miller whispered back.

“Oh… f*ck…”

Miller nodded and pressed his lips to Ella’s a second later.





ten.



Ella kissed back, hard. She couldn’t f*cking take this anymore. The waiting, the longing, the lingering heat between she and Miller. And it had only been a few minutes that they were alone. But the passion was impalpable and uncontainable. Not with Miller’s strong hands cupped around her face, her hand ripping at his shirt, her fingertips cutting under, feeling the hard skin of his stomach.

Rippling with muscle, just like she remembered.

Miller kept kissing her. His lips and tongue as wild and rampant as his attitude and heart. Each kiss he made sure ended with their lips closing, smacking, then opening right up again for more. The make out session, hands down, was the hottest in years for Ella. She caught herself wrapping her legs around Miller’s body, pulling at him, wanting to feel him again.

Her hand moved down, from hard stomach to the metal rim of his belt buckle. She kept going, down, knowing she had to move fast before logic and reasoning got the best of her. She cupped between Miller’s legs, feeling the steel like thickness of his cock pressing against his jeans. She made the final decision right then that she wanted him inside her. Just to take her, f*ck her, make her forget everything, even for a few minutes or just one night.