Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(33)

Blaine put his hands up. “Fair enough. Change of subject then.”

“First up, what did you want?” Miller asked. “You don’t just get to barge into my room anymore, for the obvious reason.”

“I apologize for that, Miller. I’m not used to you having a woman in your room that matters. And I swear I didn’t see much of anything. Just the idea of it…”

“Blaine.”

“Right, right. Stay on track.” Blaine rubbed his forehead.

Miller couldn’t believe the sight of Ella breastfeeding got to Blaine so much.

Then again, why the f*ck not?

Her breasts were beautiful. Thick and full. Providing.

Miller made fists and shook his head. “Goddammit, man, now you’ve got me thinking about it.”

“You get to get those things though,” Blaine said. “You could suck on them, Miller. You could dri..”

“Hell no,” Miller said. “What the f*ck do you want right now?”

“You took prospects on a secret run,” Blaine said. “Not my business, but come on…”

“For the table,” Miller said. “Leave it at that.”

“Okay. I’ve got a friend. She works in the department.”

“Frelen PD?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re f*cking cops now?”

“Hey,” Blaine said. “She’s tall, strong as hell, and I don’t mind being cuffed once in a while.”

Miller shook his head again. “Sick, man, sick.”

“What’s sick is what she lets me do with her nightstick,” Blaine said. “Fucking wild.”

“Get to the point.”

“She was looking for a f*ck,” Blaine said. “She gave me a call today and wanted to make plans. Told her I was already hard and waiting. She couldn’t come this morning because she said Jerry had everyone running around like crazy, working on warrants. Something big going down.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Fuck. I didn’t get my dick sucked.”

“I don’t give a shit about your dick,” Miller said.

“I do,” Blaine said.

“Get Gaige right now.”

“He’s going to suck my dick?”

“Seriously? You’re a f*ck, brother. A true f*ck. We need to figure out what Jerry is after.”

“Is it not obvious?” Blaine asked. He then pointed behind Miller.

Miller looked back at the door.

He was coming for his wife - ex-wife - and kid.

“Not going to happen,” Miller said. “You saw Ella’s face, right?”

“Not going to lie,” Blaine said. “I wasn’t looking at her face at all.”

“Asshole,” Miller growled. “Jerry beat her up. That’s why she came running to us. To me. This is on me, man. I don’t want to put the club in danger but I have no choice. I can’t let Ella and that baby go back with him.”

“Now she’s a prize,” Blaine said. “He’ll use it all against us. It’s baggage.”

“I know. We’re not supposed to have baggage either. But at this point, Blaine, if it costs me the patch, so be it.” Miller grabbed the edge of the President’s patch and tugged at it. “I’ll rip this off right now.”

“Christ, brother,” Blaine said. “She means something to you, huh?”

“You have no idea. I have to do this the right way this time.”

“Okay,” Blaine said. “I’m on your side. Not because I believe in love and all that shit, but because I want you to get to suck on those tits. You need it.”

“I hate you,” Miller said and started to move.

“No, you don’t,” Blaine said.

“Listen to me. Get Gaige and the table. Outside right now. I want five prospects in the hallway, with guns. If Jerry comes and tries any muscle to get Ella or Beck, we’re firing back at him right now.”

Blaine nodded. “Shit. Okay.”

Miller opened the door and caught Ella turning, standing topless.

“Dammit,” Miller groaned. He turned his head. “Sorry.”

“I am,” Ella said. “I should have locked the door.”

Beck was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s the kid?”

“Sleeping in the bed you made. He’s crashed hard now.”

Ella looked over her shoulder. She was so f*cking beautiful. She still had those innocent touches of young woman lingering but goddamn she was all woman. Her skinny shoulders down to her wide hips.

Miller felt his cock readying, as though he could just walk up behind her and f*ck her. What his body and heart wanted his mind refused to let happen.

“I need to talk to you for a second,” Miller said.

Ella snatched a bra off the bed and started to put it on. Seeing but not really seeing was damn torture for Miller. When Ella reached back and tried to clasp the bra, Miller came forward.

“Let me,” he said.

He grabbed the bra and hooked it. Definitely not a thing Miller was used to at all. He put his hands to Ella’s shoulders and pulled, bringing her back to his chest. She turned her head and looked at him. Now Miller couldn’t take it anymore.