Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(32)

Miller slapped Blaine across the face. Blaine fell out of the room, tripped over the cot, and ended up on the floor.

“Fuck, bro,” Blaine said.

“You two,” Miller said, pointing to Emily and Mia. “Get the f*ck out. Right now.”

The two women left without saying a word. Mia shut the door and Miller stood there, staring at Ella.

“What the hell is going on?” Miller asked.

Ella wiggled her shoulder and let the blanket fall from her. She turned just enough to show Miller what exactly was going on.

“I’m feeding my son,” Ella said.

“Blaine saw?”

“A little.”

“He said something stupid?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“Don’t bother,” Ella said. Beck became unlatched and his eyes were heavy, starting to fall asleep already again. Ella balanced the sleeping baby with one hand and tried to adjust herself but was having no luck. She finally looked up to Miller and sighed. “Can you help?”

“Sure,” Miller said. He crouched down before Ella.

She saw him battling his own will not to stare at her exposed breast. But his eyes kept moving from her eyes to her breast. Over and over.

“Can you take Beck?” Ella asked.

“Yeah.”

Miller reached forward to take the baby. As his fingers scooped around the back of the baby’s head, Miller’s fingertips touched Ella’s breast, making her jump. Her breasts were always extra tender, sometimes sore, after feeding Beck. But the fact that it was Miller touching her - accidentally or not - it made it ten times worse. Or better.

As Miller stood up, holding Beck, the baby looked so tiny in his large hands.

Ella hurried to tuck her breast away and then stood up too.

“I woke up and you weren't out there,” Ella said. “I grabbed something to eat and Emily and Mia introduced themselves. Then Beck needed to eat so I came back here…”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, darling,” Miller said. “I had to take care of something this morning. It’s all good. You’re still safe. Nothing to worry about.”

Ella watched as Miller started to bring Beck closer to his chest. He wasn’t afraid of holding the baby and wasn’t afraid to care.

“You can put him down on the bed,” Ella said. “I’m going to get him changed.”

“Okay,” Miller said. He bent and put the baby on the bed. “Christ, I wish I could sleep like that.”

“Me too,” Ella said. “He’s innocent, that’s why.”

Miller looked at Ella. “Not a chance, darling. That baby is far from innocent.”

Ella nodded and felt her throat tighten. “Yeah. You’re right.”

Miller touched her back and pulled her toward him. “Hey, that’s okay though. He’s in good hands. Those women, I trust them. They’re with patched in members, okay? They’re good women. Mia’s uncle was the judge.”

“What?” Ella asked.

“Yeah. So she knows what it’s all about. I’m telling you this because if you need a woman… I don’t know, for anything, just know you can trust them.”

“Thank you. For all of this again, Miller. I can figure out what to do from here though.”

“No you can’t,” Miller said. “You’re here and staying here. I have someone coming in to help with all this.”

“Who?”

“Club business. It’s a table thing. I shouldn’t even be saying this to you.”

“But you are. Why?”

“To make you feel a little at ease maybe,” Miller said. “I just want you to be able to exhale. Like you did last night.”

Ella felt the color rush to her face. “Miller… what happened…”

“I get it,” Miller said. “I slept on the cot. I’ll sleep there again, too. No worries, darling. That was just…”

“Something waiting to happen,” Ella said. “Because of how it ended with us.”

“Ended,” Miller said and grinned. “I don’t remember anything ending. Just pausing.”

Miller pulled at Ella again and planted a kiss to her head. He then moved away from her, leaving her reaching for him, her jaw dropped.

I don’t remember anything ending. Just pausing.

Ella felt her body tingling and aching, again.





thirteen.



Miller put a hand out and lifted Blaine to his feet. He then put a hand to Blaine’s throat and pushed him against the wall. He held there, gritting his teeth, wanting to kill the son of a bitch once and for all.

Blaine didn’t fight back. He knew what he did was sick and wrong.

But it was Blaine. If he caught some woman breastfeeding and didn’t do his best to make everyone feel uncomfortable that meant something was wrong with him.

“I should kill you,” Miller said and pushed away.

“For what? That was f*cking amazing.”

“Christ, man. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m amazing. Milk from a tit.”

“If you say something about Ella one more time I’m going to drop you.”