Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(41)

“No. He won’t sleep with me. Like next to me.” Ella paused and swallowed. Her mouth was really dry. “But that’s good. We don’t need that. Me and him. No way. It can’t happen this time. Not again. He’s got to focus and kill Jerry. Then I have to go.”

“Don’t say that,” Ava said. “You never know…”

“Oh, I know,” Ella said. “We talked about it. I can’t break up this MC.” Ella pushed from the women. “I have to check on Beck now. I have to go. Thanks for the drinks.”

Ella didn’t look back until she opened the door to Miller’s room. And when she did look back, the women were gone. Gone to their rooms to get ready for bed. Maybe wear something sexy or just sleep naked, waiting for their men to come to them.

That wasn’t Ella’s fate though. She was going to check on Beck and then fall asleep. Go right to bed. She’d wake up to the soft cries of her son and start another wonderful f*cking day in this madness.

As Ella stood and watched Beck sleep, she gripped the railing of the crib to keep her balance. And she cried. Silently, she cried. It felt good to do though. To let it out while she was drunk. Her honest emotions showing forward. Her heart and mind able to be open.

Beck was supposed to be Miller’s child.

I shouldn’t have married Jerry. Ever. Never ever.

I was supposed to wait for Miller. I was supposed to prove my love for him.

Where the f*ck was he? What was he f*cking doing?

Ella stepped back and sat down on the bed. She put her head back and let herself collapse down to the bed.

“Why, Miller?” she whispered. “Why’d you never show up that night? Where were you? You… you broke… my heart…”

Ella shut her eyes and slipped away into sleep.

The next thing she felt was someone touching her. She jumped and groaned.

“Easy, darling,” a voice said.

Miller.

“Miller…”

“I’m just moving you up the bed. Don’t worry.”

Ella felt her body move and then felt Miller kiss her forehead. His breath smelled of whiskey and smoke. “I… sleep tight, darling. I’ll see you in the morning. I’m here. Right outside the door if you need anything. Beck is fine. Just checked him, too.”

Miller kissed her again.

Ella wanted more but Miller was already gone. She forced herself up on her elbows and watched the door shut.

“No,” she whispered. “No.”

Ella swung her feet off the bed. She stood and braced herself. It was four hours later already. Shit, it was almost time for normal people to wake up and get ready to go to work.

The sleep had helped with the vodka.

Ella was still buzzed but far from stumbling drunk. She saw the silhouette of the crib. Walking to it, she saw the figure of Beck, still sleeping.

Miller had checked on Beck. He came into the room to check on the baby. That was more than someone else ever did for the baby.

Ella opened the door and there was Miller, on the cot. Two feet from the door. No blanket on himself, just his large body. Boots pointing up. Jeans. His leather cut still on. His head was turned to the left, his right hand covering his eyes.

By far, one of the sexiest things Ella ever saw in her life. A biker just there, right before her.

She walked to the end of the cot and dropped down to her knees. Her hands came forward and she grabbed the belt buckle. Tugging at it, she watched Miller, waiting for him to wake up. But Miller didn’t move. Ella opened Miller’s jeans and pulled at them, bringing them down just enough to see the root of his thick cock. She reached her hand into his jeans and pulled, feeling his thickness in her hand. His dick plopped back to his shirt, filling up by the second as he got harder and harder. She gripped him at the base of his shaft and slowly pumped, making sure he was fully hard.

That’s when Miller started to stir. He put his feet on the floor and moved his arm from his face.

“Cut it out,” he grumbled and wiggled his hips.

“No, Miller,” Ella whispered. “I f*cking want you.”

It was the most seductive Ella could remember being in a long time. Maybe not since Miller. Maybe not since their wild nights outside, her stripping naked against the moonlight, rocking her hips as she danced to no music, so she could turn Miller on.

Now, she propped herself up and moved over Miller’s dick. Her hand squeezed at the fleshy tip of his erection, squeezing, seeing a droplet come out of him. Her mouth was hungry and her tongue quickly lapped up that droplet.

“Fuck,” Miller whispered.

“Yes,” Ella said, letting her breath cascade down his shaft.

She came down, her lips touching the tip of his cock. She opened her mouth and slid down. Ella made it down barely an inch before he pulled back. She closed her lips and kissed Miller, then pulled away. Taking a breath, she prepared herself again. He was full and thick, and her mouth needed to open wider for him.

“Ella?” Miller asked.

She looked at him. His eyes were half open.

Ella grinned and then bit her lip. Her hand squeezed at the root of his cock and then she went back to work. Opening her mouth again, she took him into her mouth. Down over the thick head of his cock to his steel hard shaft. She sucked and moved her lips up and down on him. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft, adding more pressure, coaxing and pleasuring him, wanting to taste everything.