Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(61)

“Lucky for Erik.”

“Yeah, right. Sit down. I’ll be right back.”

Miller disappeared and Ella felt uneasy. She hated not being able to see him. She looked down at Beck and smiled. Her heart was aching but it was so full. She really loved him, Miller. The night before shouldn’t have been what it was. All those old feelings boiling over. They needed to get it out though. That was the right thing to do.

When Miller returned, he had wood in his arms. He quickly went to work and built a fire. No matter how much of an outlaw * he was, Miller knew how to provide. That was for sure.

The fire caught and within minutes, the cabin started to get a little more cozy.

Once Miller brought everything inside, he came to the couch, carrying a beer and a cellphone. “I need to make a call. I’ll be right outside for a couple minutes. Do not worry about a thing. Stay calm and let me handle everything.”

Ella grabbed for Miller’s leather cut. “Thank you. For protecting us. For taking care of Beck.”

Miller nodded. “We’re safe here.”

“I’m safe with you.”

When Miller left, Ella decided to feed Beck. As crazy as the morning and afternoon had gone, it was almost time for Beck to go to sleep for the night. Ella had been up long before Miller had gotten up. Hours before. She figured he was good and drunk when he came to bed, touching, whispering to her with slurring words. And while his touch felt so good, she didn’t know if he had taken his frustrations out with another woman. Ella knew how the life went. How the guys looked at some women for pleasure and other women for emotional comfort. That was one thing she never wanted to do… to share. If she couldn’t be everything for Miller, then she’d be nothing.

Ella found the small bedroom and sat on the corner of the bed. She offered her breast to Beck and he took it right away. She looked around the room, wondering how many nights Miller spent in here with a different woman. It made her insanely jealous to think about it but she couldn’t help it. All that time she spent trying to make the perfect life with Jerry… and Miller was out being the outlaw his heart demanded him to be. Rising through the ranks and taking the President’s patch. Battling with local police, other crews and clubs.

It was all intense to think about and really sexy.

By the time Ella finished feeding Beck, Miller was off his phone call and in the kitchen making something to eat.

“Nothing gourmet, darling,” Miller said. “Some grilled cheese and burgers in a frying pan. I hope that works.”

“Sounds perfect,” Ella said. “Maybe we can make up for our ruined date.”

Miller smirked. “I think that went well.”

“No it didn’t. We have a lot to talk about.”

“So talk.”

“To be blunt?” Ella said. “I want to know what happened that night.”

Miller nodded. He looked at Beck, then Ella. “Let’s eat. Then put the little one to bed.”

“I’m still mad at you,” Ella said and left the kitchen.

They ate in front of the fire. Beck played on the floor, challenging himself to stand and take some steps, leaving Ella panicking that he was going to get too close to the fire. Miller then sat on the floor and Beck crawled right to him. Beck scaled the biker’s arms with a big smile. That’s when Ella realized that this was the first time in a really long time a man was actually involved in Beck’s life. Even if it was just a little while of playing and laughing.

“We’ll have to get you a custom tricycle soon,” Miller said to Beck. “Some chrome wheels. All black paint. A nice skull right on the front.”

“He’ll be the meanest kid on the playground,” Ella said.

“No, he won’t be mean. He’ll be respected. There’s a difference, even if it doesn’t appear to be.”

Beck then did something that left Ella speechless for a second. The baby clutched at Miller’s leather and put his head on Miller’s shoulder. He tucked his face to Miller’s neck.

“Uh, he wants to go to bed,” Ella whispered.

Miller put a hand to Beck’s back. It spread across Beck’s entire back. Slowly, Miller rose up. He then walked around the cabin, holding the baby, protecting the baby, making sure the baby was good and asleep. The entire time Ella just watched in complete shock.

“I think he’s out for good,” Miller whispered.

“Yeah, he is. We don’t have a crib.”

“Make a bed back here near the room. Then when you go to sleep later, take him with you.”

When you go to sleep…

What about you, Miller? Where are you sleeping?

Ella made a bed for the baby. Miller put Beck down and he was out for good.

Miller threw a log on the fire and got a fresh beer. He then sat on the arm of the couch and looked at Ella.

“What?” she asked.

“Are we doing this?”

She nodded. “It needs to be done.”

“I think we were set up to fail.”

“What does that mean?” Ella asked.

“He set up the entire thing. To manipulate me and you. So he could get you.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Ella said. “You would never do that.”

“You kissed him.”