SAVAGE LOVE (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (15 page)

Ella shuddered and put her hand to
the wall. She let out a groan as Miller continued down her body. He tasted her
soft, clean skin right to her slippery center. There his tongue found comfort,
his thirst instantly beginning to be quenched. He swirled and gently opened her
folds, pressing to her sex hard, opening her throbbing walls.

Ella cried out and thrust at him.

Miller pulled back with a wet
sound.
“
Hey, darling, I don
’
t mind the noise. But you should
keep it down a little. I want you to come.
”

Ella looked down, her face flushed.
She bit her lip and pulled at Miller
’
s
head.

Grinning, Miller went right back to
work at her. His tongue moving rampant to her body, unable to get completely
enough of her sweet sex. She tasted like he remembered she would. The longing
fantasy had finally come to life. His tongue brought Ella to her toes. She
thrust, groaned, fighting back the wild urge to scream. One hand came down to
the inside of her thigh and pushed, keeping her open. Miller let his other hand
reach up to Ella
’
s breast,
cupping tight over her bra. She then lifted her right leg and wrapped it over
Miller
’
s shoulder. The heel
of her foot pulled at him and in a matter of a second, Ella was riding against
Miller
’
s willing mouth.

Miller rolled his tongue from the
bottom of Ella
’
s pussy to
the top, right to the nub of her clit. There he waited, suckling against her
sensitive spot, feeling Ella jumping at him even harder.

Her hand clutched his hand at her
breast. She pulled, bringing his hand to her mouth. She started to kiss his
fingers, slow and seductive, driving him damn mad.

Somewhere in the back of Miller
’
s mind he knew this couldn
’
t be happening. It was supposed
to end last night. Fuck that, it was supposed to end years ago.

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,
fuck,
”
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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck?
”
Nate asked.

Miller grinned.
“
Tell the prospect to bring him
here. Lead the way. No confrontation. No bullets. My fucking 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 fucking hide. He sees anyone with weapons and we
’
re fucked. 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 fucking 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.

When it all stopped, the rider
stepped from the motorcycle.

“
What
is this?
”
Gaige asked.

Miller put his fingers to his mouth
and whistled.
“
Take your
fucking helmet off!
”

The rider reached up and slid the
helmet off his face.

“
No
way,
”
Nate said.

“
That
’
s our guy,
”
Miller said.
“
Filling in for Griffin. The only
one who could do it. The only guy who would die for the cut but not ask for
one.
”

“
One
of the Lost Men,
”
Nate
whispered.

The Lost Men. The bikers who gave
up their patches and MC
’
s
for the open road. A group of guys that were dirty, ruthless, and sometimes
pure evil.

Their leader stood a couple feet
away from Miller.

Yeah, it was a risk, but now was
the time to take risks.

“
Miller.
”

“
Trev.
”

They shook hands and hugged.

“
Holy
fucking shit,
”
Gaige said.

“
It
’
s time,
”
Miller said. He patted Trev on the shoulders.
“
You look like fucking death.
”

“
I
’
m ready to die, brother,
”
Trev said.

“
You
just might have to.
”
Miller
looked around.
“
We all have
to be ready to die.
”

Even Ella. Even her little,
sleeping family.

fourteen.

Beck woke up and wasn
’
t having anything. He wasn
’
t hungry. He wasn
’
t teething. He didn
’
t want to be held, coddled,
loved, bounced, or played with. Simply put, he just wanted to be a baby and cry
his freaking eyes out. There was nothing Ella could do about it either. She
couldn
’
t blame the baby; he
was in a new environment. Had no crib. Had no future at anything.

Sighing, Ella sat on the edge of
the bed with Beck in her arms. Her eyes started to fill with tears. She stood
the baby on her legs as he whined and thrashed his hands at her face.

“
I
don
’
t know what you want,
”
she said.
“
I
’
m
sorry for that, Becky-boo. I promise that everything will be okay. You won
’
t even remember any of this
someday. But I will. I
’
ll
feel guilty for the rest of my life.
”

Beck stopped crying. A stray tear
fell from his eye. His head turned. He bent his knees and then kicked up,
bouncing. Ella grinned and let the baby do that for a few minutes. His legs
were getting way too strong which meant he
’
d
be walking before she knew it. Right now, the clubhouse situation wasn
’
t all that bad. It was
comfortable. But the second Beck started to walk, then what? The place was
crawling with outlaw bikers. That meant cigarettes, booze, other drugs, maybe.
There were weapons, knives and guns, making the place somewhere no child ever
needed to be. Oh, and not to mention the enemies that wanted to kill everyone
inside the clubhouse.

“
I
have an idea,
”
Ella said.
She stood up. She eyed her bags and her keys were right on the dresser.
“
Just try not to cry.
”

Ella walked to the door and tore it
open. She let out a scream and Beck belted another fresh round of cries.

“
I
’
m so sorry,
”
a woman said, standing there.

“
Who
are you?
”

“
Ava.
Sorry. I
’
m friends with
Emily and Mia. I was just coming to check on you. It
’
s going to get crazy around here.
”

Ella poked her head out and looked,
seeing the prospects in the hallway.
“
Is
Jerry here?
”

“
No.
Trev is.
”

“
Who
the hell is Trev?
”

“
Someone
I know,
”
Ava said.
“
Oh, that poor little guy. Can I
get him anything?
”

“
He
’
s just fussy.
”

“
May
I hold him?
”

“
Yeah.
Sure.
”

Ella couldn
’
t remember a time when she just gave her baby to
strangers like this. But if these women were allowed in the clubhouse and were
with other patched in members, then they could be trusted.

Ella hoped.

Ava took Beck with gentle care. She
smiled at him and lifted him. She then wiggled him, tickling him, as she
brought him down to her face.

“
What
are you doing up there?
”
she asked.

Of course Beck stopped crying and
starting
ooh
ing and flirting with Ava.

She kept him busy as Ella moved out
into the hallway.

Miller appeared a few seconds
later, a guy next to him. The guy was big, thick with muscle, a gruff looking
face with unkempt hair and dark eyes. He had a swagger about him that bothered
the hell out of Ella. Like he was a guy that truly didn
’
t care about anything. He wore an all black leather
cut that looked like the prospects cut, but as he closed in, Ella saw that
there were threads of string on his leather cut and faded spots where maybe
patches used to be.

“
Trev,
this is Ella,
”
Miller said.

“
Damn,
”
Trev said.
“
Pleasure.
”

“
Hello,
”
Ella said.

“
Ella,
this is Trev. He
’
s from the
Lost Men. He
’
s going to
fill in Griffin
’
s seat for
a little while.
”

“
Why
the fuck are you telling her this shit?
”

“
She
’
s part of it all.
”

“
What?
You
’
re harboring pussy?
”

Pussy.

Ella cringed. She didn
’
t want to be referred to as
that.

“
Hey,
”
Miller said.
“
This is Jerry
’
s
…”

“
Ex-wife,
”
Ella said.

“
Christ,
Miller. You can
’
t just pour
gas on the fire, can you? You have to go and throw the entire fucking can into
the flames.
”

“
Would
you expect anything different?
”

“
Holy
shit, Ava,
”
Trev said.
“
Is that
…
you had a kid?
”

“
Nice
to see you too, Trev,
”
Ava
said.

“
What
the hell
…”

“
Ah,
shit, darling,
”
Miller said
to Ella.
“
Wait right here.
I have something for you.
”

Ella
’
s
head was spinning again. There were about ten conversations going on at once.
She watched Miller rush away and disappear. Other Back Down Devil guys - Nate,
Erik, Jace - appeared in the hall, all looking down at Trev.

Something told Ella that Trev
’
s presence here didn
’
t come without a little
controversy.

Trev looked at her and grinned.
There was a smoothness and coolness to him. But he was definitely a scary man.

“
You
’
re Ella,
”
he said.
“
You
’
re that one, huh? He called you
Anne, didn
’
t he?
”

Ella gasped. She hadn
’
t had a time when Miller
jokingly called her by her middle name in a long time.

“
Yeah,
”
she whispered.

“
And
you married the guy who runs the PD, huh?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
And
now you
’
re fucking the
President of Back Down Devil.
”

“
It
’
s not
…”

“
Yeah,
it exactly is,
”
Trev said.
He leaned in on Ella.
“
Listen
to me, babe. I don
’
t know
you from anyone in this clubhouse. And I don
’
t
give a shit about you. But if Miller is going to put his life on the line for
you
…
that means I
’
m going to put my life on the
line for you.
”

“
Are
you worried that I
’
m not
worth it?
”
Ella asked.

“
No
pussy is worth it,
”
Trev said.
“
But if Miller thinks yours
is, so be it.
”

Ella swallowed hard. This guy was
menacing and dangerous. She wanted to grab Beck and disappear back into the
bedroom.

Trev just stared her down. Ella
tried to hold her ground.

“
Come
on, Trev,
”
Ava said.
“
She
’
s a good one.
”

“
You
don
’
t fucking know that,
”
Trev said.
“
She
’
s fucking the guy that wants to take this all away.
”

“
I
haven
’
t fucked that guy in
over a year,
”
Ella said.

“
Oh,
shit,
”
Ava said.

There was a rolling sound a second
later and Ella turned her head. Here came Miller, pushing a crib down the
hallway. Ella
’
s mouth fell
open and she touched her chest.

“
Here,
”
Miller said as he stared at
her.
“
So Beck can actually
sleep the right way. Safely.
”

“
Beck?
”
Trev asked.
“
That
’
s the baby
’
s
name?
”

“
Yeah,
”
Miller said.

“
That
’
s your kid, Ella?
”

“
Yeah,
”
Ella said.

“
And
it
’
s not yours?
”
Trev asked Miller.

“
Fucked
up situation,
”
Miller said.
“
We
’
ll talk at the table, brother.
”

“
This
gets better and better,
”
Trev said.

“
Okay,
do me a favor,
”
Miller
said.
“
You go to the bar
and get it all started. We
’
re
on official lockdown and not coming up for air until we see the sunset. That
’
s how we
’
re going to welcome you. Then we
’
ll cover everything you need to
know. Because Jerry is digging around for warrants. He
’
s going to come after us.
”

“
How
did you get that intel?
”
Trev asked.

“
Blaine is fucking one of the deputies,
”
Miller said.

“
Man
or woman? Not that it matters, but Blaine is crazy.
”

“
Trust
me, it
’
s a woman,
”
Miller said.
“
One of the few requirements in Blaine
’
s life is that before he
’
ll fuck it, it has to have a
pussy.
”

Ella looked over at Beck.
His
poor ears
…

But Beck was eye locked with Ava.
He kept touching her cheeks. Putting his fingers to her lips and she
’
d pretend to nibble on them and
cough, making Beck giggle and keeping him calm.

“
To
the bar,
”
Miller said.

Trev looked at Ella.
“
Nice to meet you. Remember what
I said.
”

“
What
did you say?
”
Miller asked.

Trev turned and bumped his shoulder
into Miller
’
s. He walked
away.

“
Fucking
asshole,
”
Miller said.

“
Who
is that guy?
”
Ella asked.

“
I
’
m going to walk away,
”
Ava said.
“
But not without giving you your
baby back first.
”

Ella took Beck from Ava.

“
Let
’
s go in the room,
”
Miller said.

He pushed the crib into the room.
It was big and bulky, but it was perfect.

Miller put it near the foot of the
bed and then patted the mattress.
“
I
had a few guys go get one for you. I figured if you stay
…
I don
’
t
want Beck on the floor. Or on the bed. If he ever rolled off and got hurt
…”

Ella came forward and hugged him.
Her right hand was her only free hand. She touched the back of his leather cut
and buried her head in his massive, hard chest. She then looked up at him. He
was looking down at her. Then Beck entered the picture. He touched Miller
’
s scruff on his face, patting it,
making a strange face as he did so. For a split second it was like they were
some kind of family.

Beck touched Miller
’
s bottom lip. Miller started to
smile.

Ella backed away.

Too real. Way too real.

“
Thank
you for doing that,
”
Ella
said.
“
You didn
’
t have to. I could go somewhere,
Miller. I keep telling you.
”

“
No,
”
Miller said.
“
Trev is here for a reason. It
’
s time to end it all. The war is
going to ramp up now.
”

“
Who
is that guy?
”

Miller leaned against the crib and
folded his arms.
“
Ah,
darling, sometimes we lose our way. Life happens. Sometimes guys lose their
edge. They lose their love for their club. Sometimes they want the ultimate
freedom. Which is the road. But when you choose the road you lose your club.
Your patch. Your respect. You
’
re
on your own. We call them
Lost Men
. If they had a leader up there, it
would be Trev.
”