Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(35)

But yet here he was, tasting Ella. Sucking against her wet center, feeling her getting ready to climax. She was wetter than he ever remembered, bending her knees, rocking harder than ever against his tongue. When she tried to move away, Miller wasn’t allowing it. His hands hurried and grabbed her fleshy ass. He kept her steady and kept his tongue devouring her.

“Oh, f*ck,” Ella whispered. “Fuck…”

Miller groaned and kept going. His face was beyond buried between her legs. Her scent was all he could smell. Her wetness all he could taste. There was no air to breathe, just Ella’s perfect body. And Miller breathed deep.

Ella’s hand curled tighter around Miller’s hair. Her nails dug at the center of his back. Before she even announced to the room she was climaxing, Miller felt it happening. A gush of warmth and her body quivering uncontrollably.

She rocked fast as Miller took her over and over. His hands released their hold on her ass and moved to her hips. He stopped Ella from moving and took all the last taste he possibly could. That’s when he kissed up to her soft mound, to her soft skin under her belly button. Again, he felt her move, as though she were worried about her belly, which was complete bullshit.

Miller kissed her there and pulled away.

He then stood up, easing Ella’s leg off his shoulder.

He grabbed her by the face. “I would never f*cking hurt you. Ever.”

“I don’t…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Miller said. “Think about what I said. And that… that was the last time.”

Miller licked his lips. She was all over him. His lips, mouth, tongue, and heart.

Miller turned and walked away, his cock ready to rip through his jeans.

That was the last time.

As Miller stood at the door, he looked back. Ella stood there, wearing nothing but a bra, her hands against the wall. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. Then. And now.

Miller knew then the only time there would actually be a last time was when a bullet would take his life.

He left the bedroom and kicked the cot over. He hated that he slept on the damn thing. Nobody ever put him out of his own bed. Except Ella. She crashed through doors, walls, a blackened heart, and that was that.

Charging down the hall, Miller watched the prospects all get ready in the hallway. It was like going to goddamn war. When he turned the corner to the bar, he half expected someone to hand him a bullet proof vest. Which would not have been the first time. There had been many wars fought in Frelen. Wars fought right in the Back Down Devil MC lot. The difference then and now was the reality of the enemy. Fighting a crew was one thing. Taking down another MC was another. But to have the Frelen PD pushing at the MC, and Jerry still f*cking around with backdoor deals - and wanting to come and take his ex-wife and kid back - that was something entirely different. It put every member of the club in danger for no good reason.

Miller felt guilty for putting his own heart and pleasure before the rest of the club.

At the bar, he stood and watched as Gaige and Nate stood with shotguns.

“Subtle?” Miller asked.

“I don’t care anymore,” Gaige asked.

The clubhouse door flew open. Blaine stood with a cigarette between his lips. “We got company, brother.”

“Jerry?”

“No,” Blaine asked. “A lone rider. About a mile out. Prospect spotted him. All black cut, man. All black cut.”

“What the f*ck?” Nate asked.

Miller grinned. “Tell the prospect to bring him here. Lead the way. No confrontation. No bullets. My f*cking orders.”

Blaine sucked on his smoke as he took out his cell. He left the clubhouse, giving the orders.

“Keep the shotguns handy,” Miller said. “If Jerry does show up, you two f*cking hide. He sees anyone with weapons and we’re f*cked. But at the same time, be ready to unload on him.”

“Subtle,” Gaige said with a grin.

“Yeah, right.”

Miller moved outside, along with the rest of the clubhouse. Tensions were high, everyone seeming to be smoking, pacing, drinking, ready for hell to break loose. The only hell that would break loose was if Jerry had the balls to show up right now.

As Miller stood in the middle of the lot, he kept his hands at his side. He didn’t touch his weapon. He didn’t ask for a drink or a smoke. His eyes remained heavy, steady, right there on the gate. Waiting for it to finally open and see who would actually be entering the Back Down Devil MC compound.

This was a defining moment. The future of the MC and the town waiting. All that was in front of Miller but waiting behind him was perhaps the most important things in the entire war. A woman he still loved from years ago and the baby that maybe should have been his if circumstances went a little different. Maybe it was shitty for Miller to put himself in a role for Beck already, but somewhere in Miller’s heart he knew there was no other choice. The baby deserved at least a sliver of a chance at life, right?

The prospects at the gates started to shout as they opened them. Slowly peeling them back revealed a couple prospects leading the way for the lone biker.

Gaige and Nate stepped up next to Miller and pumped the shotguns.

“Ready for this?” Nate asked.

“Put the f*cking guns down,” Miller said.

“What are you talking about?” Gaige asked.

The motorcycle throttled forward and knocked the prospects out of the way. One shot one way and the other prospect dropped his ride. The motorcycle then cut to the right and the back tire squealed. The rider sat there and let his two wheeled machine roar and spin at the lot, leaving smoke and black mark.