Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(42)

Her hand started to pump again, meeting her lips as she sped up. Her mouth was instantly comfortable with Miller’s thickness. Goddammit, she missed this. Loving him. Tasting him. The way his fingertips touched the back of her head and pushed, testing her limits. Her body started to rock as she sucked him. Between her thighs she was moist, her body warming and aching for attention.

But this was about Miller.

“Ah, f*ck,” Miller groaned.

His rock hard stomach lifted and lowered. Planting his feet to the floor, he thrust up, starting to f*ck her as she sucked him. He reached down and peeled her fingers off his shaft and put her hand to his stomach.

“Just your mouth, darling,” he said. “Keep going.”

Ella looked at him while she kept going. He was awake now, and he was back in charge of things. She groaned with her mouth full, her other hand touching his leg. Each time she pulled back against his cock, she felt his leg muscle tense and jump. He was getting fuller, too. Almost ready to go.

Ella sped up.

Moving harder and faster, she couldn’t get enough of Miller. His big hand dug into her hair and pushed, keeping her mouth way too far down on himself. She felt her body quivering, her mouth and throat wanting to call it quits.

No. Keep going…

Her toes curled in her socks as she moved even faster. Her hair was everywhere, bouncing. She was a f*cking mess. Everything was a f*cking mess.

But it was a beautiful mess.

“Yeah,” Miller groaned. “Right there, darling. Fuck. Right f*cking there.”

Miller put his other hand to her head. His fingers pulled at her hair, moving it from her face. A hand on each side of her head, Miller guided Ella’s mouth up and down on him. He then lifted his body, pumping faster at Ella. She had no choice but to stay with him. What was supposed to be her offering to Miller quickly flipped gears. Miller was in complete control, as always.

“Fuck,” Miller growled. “Now…”

Ella dug her nails into his leg and his stomach. She moved down and held there, feeling the first shot of his release. He throbbed and she pulled back, feeling him go again and again and again. Ella stayed right with Miller, listening to him grunt each time she sucked with his pulsing cock. She took all of him, refusing to leave his body until he was done. And even when he finished, Ella didn’t move. She pulled back to the tip of his beautiful dick and slid right back down one last time.

Miller let his hands fall from her head as he was completely relaxed.

Ella then came off him and watched his cock fall back, still mostly hard, still throbbing. She took a few seconds to catch her breath. Miller reached for her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks.

“Goddamn, I’ve missed that,” he said with a grin.

“You’re drunk,” Ella said.

“So are you. Heard about your night.”

“Don’t worry about my night,” Ella said. She pushed on the cot and stood up. “Go back to sleep.”

This was her way of taking some kind of control and stay seductive. She moved toward the door and Miller shot a hand out, grabbing her leg. Even that touch alone made her body melt. She looked back and down at him.

“Darling,” Miller said. “You have no f*cking idea. No f*cking idea.”

“Of what?”

“Sleep tight.”

Miller turned his head and put his arm over his face again. He didn’t even bother to tuck his dick away and zip up his jeans.

The entire thing turned Ella on.

Back in bed - in Miller’s bed - she shut her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

She dreamt of Miller. Holding tight to his leather cut, savoring the freedom of the road. She dreamt of she, Miller, and Beck, sitting in a park, having a picnic. The family she really wanted. The family that should have been.

In the dream, she stared at Miller, falling in love. Well, still in love because she never fell out of love with him.

Reaching for Miller’s face, there was an explosion.

Then blood.

Then bullets.

And everyone was dead.





sixteen.



Miller opened the bedroom door and carried a tray of food to the bed. He couldn’t believe he was awake so damn early. He also couldn’t believe the kid was still damn sleeping. He looked down at the crib and the little guy was on his back, head to the side. For some reason Miller swore he remembered something about babies not supposed to be sleeping on their backs. Something bad could happen. He quickly put the tray of food and coffee on the bed and reached down into the crib. Gently, he put his hand to Beck’s little belly and waited. Mind over matter, for a second, he had himself convinced the little guy wasn’t breathing.

But then Beck’s belly lifted and lowered. Over and over, just like he was supposed to be doing.

Breathing normal. Normal and healthy.

Miller put his hands to the crib. “Dammit, kid. Don’t do that to me. I don’t know how to handle this part of it all.”

Miller turned and set his sights on Ella. He moved along the side of the bed. He put his fingers to the covers and felt Ella’s body. He made a straight line up along her leg, hip, arm, and shoulder. As he crouched, he moved hair out of her face.

Ella’s eyes slowly opened.

“Morning, darling,” Miller whispered.

“Morning,” Ella said and smiled.