SAVAGE LOVE (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (10 page)

“
I
’
m trying to make sure my son is
protected,
”
Ella said.

Miller looked down to the car seat.
Beck had since fallen asleep. His head to the side, chubby cheeks, a little
spit bubbling as he took breaths.

“
I
guess the kid is worn out,
”
Miller said softly.

“
What
am I going to do with him?
”
Ella asked.

“
Let
me take care of that.
”

They entered the room. Miller put
the car seat on the bed. He turned on one of the nightstand lamps and nothing
else. He went to the closet and opened it. On the floor in the corner were some
boxes. He crouched down and grabbed one of them, tearing it open.

“
Here,
”
he whispered.

Miller took the box to a small
alcove in the room. He had no idea what the hell the purpose was for the little
space, but now it seemed to serve a purpose. He took a small sleeping bag out
of the box and put it on the floor. Then he put a few pillows down, making
three quarters of a box looking shape.

He stood and turned, pointing down.
“
There. That should work
for now, right?
”

“
That
’
s for Beck?
”

Miller nodded.
“
I
’
ll
send one of the prospects out tomorrow to get a crib for the little guy. You
’
re taking my bed. If you want to
crash with him in the bed, that
’
s
up to you. I just figure for now you can put him here. Unless you want to go to
sleep right now.
”

Ella shook her head.
“
I
’
ll
sleep on the floor next to him. I
’
m
not going to overtake your room, Miller.
”

“
Too
late. I have a cot in the closet. I
’
ll
sleep right outside. Gun under the pillow, okay? Nothing is going to happen to
you.
”
Miller looked down at
the makeshift bed.
“
Or
Beck.
”

Ella put a hand to Miller
’
s shoulder.
“
Thank you.
”

Miller looked at her.
“
I made a promise, darling. I
always keep my promises.
”

“
Not
all of them.
”

That was a cheap shot to the heart.
Miller gritted his teeth, knowing he wanted to explode on Ella. But he held
back. She
’
d had a fuck of a
night. The last thing she needed was to step back in time and go through what
happened. What didn
’
t
happen.
What could have happened.

“
Get
the little guy,
”
Miller
said.
“
He doesn
’
t look comfortable right now.
”

They went to the car seat. Miller
reached down and pulled at the straps. The little plastic clip thing didn
’
t open. Miller tugged again and
the car seat shook. Beck let out a shaky breath and jumped.

“
I
give up,
”
Miller whispered.

“
Like
this,
”
Ella said.

With one press of the little
plastic thing, the clip opened. She then gently pulled Beck
’
s tiny arms out of the straps.
Watching her made Miller smile. She was always caring, always gentle. So
fucking beautiful. Then
…
and now. Time did nothing bad to her. Christ, with those full tits
…
her hips a little extra curvy
than he remembered
…

Fuck.

Stop.

Ella slowly lifted Beck out of the
car seat. She then put the baby to her chest. There was a moment right then
that Miller never thought he
’
d
see. The intense love between mother and son. The way Beck seemed perfectly
comfortable and Ella was finally content. She stood there and rocked left to
right, burying her nose to the baby
’
s
head, kissing him.

“
I
’
ll put him down in a second,
”
Ella said.

“
Take
your time,
”
Miller said.
“
Do whatever you need to do. If
he
’
s
…
hungry
…
I
’
ll step out or
…”

“
He
’
s fine,
”
Ella said. Her cheeks blushed again.

Ella turned and walked the baby to
the bed Miller had made. Miller put the car seat on the floor. He grabbed Ella
’
s bags and put them in front of
the dresser. He then looked at the bed, suddenly worried if the sheets were
clean enough for Ella to sleep in.

When he took a few steps and
looked, he saw Ella on the floor. On her knees, bent over, giving the baby a
kiss. His eyes traveled to the line of skin showing where her shirt pulled up.
Jeans started where skin ended. Ella
’
s
ass was still nice and round, making Miller
’
s
hands tingle to grab and hold tight, like he
’
d
done before.

Miller moved forward and went right
into the bathroom. He opened the cabinet and took out peroxide, cotton balls,
and grabbed a couple bandages and antibacterial ointment. All for Ella
’
s face. He had to patch her up
before leaving her in the room alone.

When he turned, Ella stood there, a
finger at her mouth.
“
I
think he
’
ll be good. Give
him a few more minutes to get settled.
”

“
Did
he wake up?
”
Miller asked.

“
No.
He
’
s a good sleeper. He has
his own little routine. I kind of messed it up big time tonight.
”

“
It
happens. He won
’
t even
remember.
”

“
I
will.
”

Miller had nothing to say. He
grabbed Ella by the wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. He quietly shut the
door behind her. His hands then grabbed at her hips. He lifted her and spun her
around, sitting her on the sink.

“
Let
me get your face taken care of,
”
Miller said.

It angered him so much that Jerry
had done this to her. Smacking a woman around? That was beyond low. That was
beyond being scum. That was one rule Miller told all his guys. If they lifted a
hand to a woman, no matter what, they would get that hand fucking broken by
Miller.

After all Miller had to see with his
asshole father damn near killing his mother on numerous occasions.

Miller touched her cheek. He
swallowed hard, wanting to ask her why she let it happen. Why she didn
’
t fight back. What the hell she
was thinking staying with Jerry because this was definitely not the first time
it happened. But none of the questions mattered because Ella was the victim.
She didn
’
t cause it. Not at
all. And she deserved to carry absolutely no guilt for this. She did the right
thing by leaving, taking herself and the baby to safety.

“
This
is going to sting like hell,
”
Miller said.

He poured peroxide on the cotton
ball. He touched Ella
’
s
cheek. She jumped and winced, whimpering in pain.

Miller felt his cock getting hard.

He rubbed her cheek and took the
cotton ball away. The peroxide did its job, cleaning out the wound. Ella had
one hand on the counter, the other hand on her leg.

When Miller touched her face again
with the peroxide, she threw that other hand forward, grabbing at his shirt.

“
I
know, darling,
”
Miller
said.
“
It
’
s still kind of oozing here. Got
to get the shit out so it won
’
t
get infected and the swelling will go down. I hate to ask this, but did he hit
you with something?
”

“
I
was on the floor trying to crawl away,
”
Ella said.
“
And he stomped
on my head. My face hit the tile floor. I blacked out for a few seconds or
minutes, I don
’
t know.
”

“
Fucking
hell,
”
Miller said,
gritting his teeth.
“
I
’
m so sorry.
”

“
Me
too.
”

Miller took the cotton ball away.
He dropped it into the sink. His eyes locked with Ella
’
s and he couldn
’
t
look away. It was impossible that someone this beautiful could be treated like
that. Christ, when was the last time she was touched? She was loved? She was
fucked?

His hand touched her cheek again,
his thumb grazing over the swollen wound. Ella took a shaky breath. Her hand
was tight around Miller
’
s
shirt.

Don
’
t do it, man. Don
’
t fucking do it. She
’
s technically married.
She has a kid. You
’
re
a fucking outlaw biker. You
’
re
going to kill her husband
…

“
Miller,
”
Ella whispered.

“
Darling,
”
Miller whispered back.

“
Oh
…
fuck
…”

Miller nodded and pressed his lips
to Ella
’
s a second later.

ten.

Ella kissed back, hard. She couldn
’
t fucking take this anymore. The
waiting, the longing, the lingering heat between she and Miller. And it had
only been a few minutes that they were alone. But the passion was impalpable
and uncontainable. Not with Miller
’
s
strong hands cupped around her face, her hand ripping at his shirt, her
fingertips cutting under, feeling the hard skin of his stomach.

Rippling with muscle, just like she
remembered.

Miller kept kissing her. His lips
and tongue as wild and rampant as his attitude and heart. Each kiss he made
sure ended with their lips closing, smacking, then opening right up again for
more. The make out session, hands down, was the hottest in years for Ella. She
caught herself wrapping her legs around Miller
’
s
body, pulling at him, wanting to feel him again.

Her hand moved down, from hard
stomach to the metal rim of his belt buckle. She kept going, down, knowing she
had to move fast before logic and reasoning got the best of her. She cupped
between Miller
’
s legs,
feeling the steel like thickness of his cock pressing against his jeans. She
made the final decision right then that she wanted him inside her. Just to take
her, fuck her, make her forget everything, even for a few minutes or just one
night.

Ella broke the kiss, giving herself
a chance to end everything. She could put her hands to Miller
’
s chest and push him away. She
could tell him something, anything, just some bullshit words to stop this.

As Ella slid her hands to Miller
’
s chest, her lips quivered with
a hunger for more of his mouth. More of his touch. More of everything that was
so wrong and bad about Miller that made him suddenly seem so damn right.

She had her hands right there,
right at his chest, ready to push away.

This can
’
t happen. It. Can
’
t. Fucking. Happen.

Ella felt her hands squeeze, not
push. She then caught herself nodding, giving Miller the go ahead for
everything.

One thing Ella knew all too well was
that when you gave Miller the chance, he was going to take it. And there would
be no stopping him.

Miller
’
s lips crashed to her neck.

“
Oh,
shit,
”
Ella groaned,
feeling his rough touch to her soft neck.

His hands went right for the bottom
of her shirt, lifting. Those big paws of his cupped over her breasts, but only
for a moment. He wanted her damn shirt off.

Yes, sir.

Ella felt her shirt lift up and
over her head. Miller threw it to the floor and went right for her bra next. He
moved fast and with precision, as if he knew there was a time limit on this
wild scene.

When her breasts became exposed,
Ella felt very vulnerable. Her chest hadn
’
t
been an object of view or pleasure in a long time. It had been solely for
nourishing her son.

But Miller destroyed all that.

His hands touched her bare breasts,
cupping, squeezing.

“
Fuck,
darling,
”
Miller whispered.
His lips flirted with her neck. Kissing. His tongue flickering.
“
I
’
ve
always loved your tits. They
’
re
beautiful.
”

Ella put a hand to the back of Miller
’
s head. She pulled at him,
wanting him to taste her.

“
Yes,
”
she purred.
“
Please, fuck, yes.
”

Miller kissed down her neck to her
chest. Ella looked down, shuddering, seeing the outlaw
’
s lips creeping closer to her breasts. Suddenly she
was afraid that something would happen.

What if I
…
leak
…
?

Before she could say a word, Miller
was there. His mouth moving over her breast, taking it into her mouth, sucking
at her. The tip of his tongue cut up and down like a beautiful razor, sending
pulses of intense pleasure down between her thighs. She pulsed, wetness racing
to her sex, making her heels dig at the bathroom counter, pulling, wanting
Miller to fuck her.

As he sucked and kissed, his other
hand kneaded at her other breast. Ella put her head back and groaned, losing
herself. Miller
’
s mouth
pulled away with a wet
pop
sound. He kissed up and over, switching to
her other breast. It just felt so fucking good. So fucking right.

Then Ella looked down as Miller
pulled away again. Their eyes met and something happened. Something clicked.

This is wrong. This is bad. This
…

Miller slid his hands to her
shoulders and pulled her off the bathroom sink.

Miller kissed the top of her head
and whispered,
“
Hurry.
”

Ella listened, going to work.

This wasn
’
t the time for foreplay, digging up memories, and
fooling around. This was straight up emotions and the need to fuck.

Ella sent her hands climbing up
Miller
’
s shirt. He took off
his leather cut and allowed Ella to take his shirt off. One of her hands
quickly grabbed at his belt buckle, opening it. Both hands shook as she tugged
at his jeans, opening them, unzipping them. Her hand moved into Miller
’
s jeans, easily finding his
cock. Her fingers trailed the thick length and her knees started to buckle.

That
’
s
when Miller pulled at Ella, lifting her, turning. She gasped as he opened the
door and carried her out of the bathroom. For a brief second, Ella looked and
saw that Beck was still sleeping. That mother instinct would never go away, no
matter what.

“
He
’
s fine,
”
Miller whispered.
“
Focus
on yourself, darling.
”

Miller put Ella on the floor and
then turned her around. One of his hands touched the top of her back, sending
shivers down her spine. She tingled everywhere, her toes curling. She had no
idea what to expect right now.

With his other hand, Miller reached
around and opened Ella
’
s
pants. Moving with the masterful touch she had always longed for, Miller
stripped her pants and panties down to her knees. His hand then cupped at her
bare ass, squeezing as he groaned.

“
Fuck,
”
he whispered.
“
Right now.
”

His fingers slid down and around,
grazing her bare pussy. Ella jumped and gasped, quickly biting at her lip to
keep from screaming out. Two fingers plunged into her body, sending a wild
storm of fire through her lower belly. She reached for the bed, bending over,
her body
’
s needs taking
control.

Miller was behind her, hands at her
hips, tugging at her. She felt him touch her, his thick and intense cock
pressing to her tender center. Miller ran his hands up to her sides. He squeezed
tight, holding her in place. He added more pressure, forcing her body open, the
way she had been dreaming about for years. To break her open, tear down her
walls, make her feel beautiful like she had felt before.

When Miller entered her, Ella
opened her mouth but knew she couldn
’
t
scream. She felt his powerful leg muscles touch the back of her legs as he
guided himself deeper, inch by impressive inch, going right to the hilt of his
cock. Then he just held there, leaving Ella completely full. Both hands inched
up her body. His right hand up to her shoulder. His left hand moving around to
her breast.

“
Fuck,
”
Ella was able to say.
“
You have no idea
…”

Miller grunted.

He then started to fuck her. He
pulled back as gently as he entered her but that was it. The next time he
thrust, it was with force. It sent Ella right to the bed. Miller mounted her
right there and started to pound at her. Thrusting harder, faster, going deeper
than she could ever remember before. Each time he entered her, she felt her
body welcoming him, tearing with pleasure, an orgasm that damn near instantly
penetrated her entire body, leaving her breathless and quivering for more. His
hand squeezed at her shoulder, pulling, wanting her to fuck back at him. Miller
moved his left hand down to her ass.

“
Ah,
Ella, darling,
”
Miller
groaned.

Ella felt him thickening. He was
getting ready to explode inside her. Ella didn't want to think about the last
time she had sex. Or the last time she had been fucked. Really fucked. Just
like this. Being thrown to the bed and just ravaged.

There was only one man who could do
this
…
and he was.

“
Miller!
”
Ella cried out as another
throbbing orgasm attacked her body.

Miller moved his hand from Ella
’
s shoulder to her mouth.

“
Damn,
darling, you have to shut up,
”
Miller groaned.
“
Fuck.
”

He sped up again. His cock
pounding, filling even more.

And then he finally let go.

One deep thrust and Miller
’
s cock spilled inside Ella. He
pressed and held there, lowering his body to hers. Ella felt her pussy
clenching at his shaft, sheathing him tight with her body, pulling and
demanding every last drop of himself into her. He fucked at her, over and over,
grunting each time he did so.

Then it was all over.

It was done.

They were done.

Everything came to a sudden stop.

Slowly, Miller pulled back. That
last feeling of him inside made Ella wiggle and bite at the sheets as she had
no choice but to scream.

Then he was out of her body.

Ella watched then as Miller grabbed
at the covers on the bed, peeling them back. He touched the pillow and looked
back at her. From her angle, she saw the muscle rippling down his back, the
curve of his beautiful ass, and even a little of the side view of his amazing
dick.

“
Here,
”
he whispered.
“
Get comfortable.
”

“
Miller
…”

He turned and walked away.

Ella tried to move but ended up
falling to her knees on the floor. Her legs were parted, gushing, the warm
throbbing feeling endless. Ella caught herself not only biting her lip, but
touching one of her breasts.

The hunger for more was rampant.

She looked back and saw Miller shut
the bathroom door.

The need was rampant, but this
was dangerous. Way too fucking dangerous.