More Than Miles (Lost Kings MC 6)

The old guy returns. “Right this way.”

As instructed, he leads us to a quiet corner table. He pulls Heidi’s chair out and fusses over her so much, she blushes. One hard look from me and he disappears.

Heidi’s gaze drifts to the window. “Oh, look how pretty the lake is at night.”

I can’t look at anything but her.

“Blake,” she whispers after staring at the menu for five seconds. “Everything’s so expensive.”

“It doesn’t matter. Get whatever you want.”

She opens her mouth, hesitates, and bites her lip. All of it adorable. All of it distracting me from finding something on the menu for myself.

“What?” I ask.

“I want to try the scallops.”

“Then do it. Whatever you want.”

The waiter pours our water and I give him our order.

I hate taking my eyes off her for even a second. My hand slides over hers. “You’re beautiful.”

“You make me feel beautiful.”

“Hey, you never told me how it went at school.”

She gives me an uncertain look. “Okay. I feel bad I didn’t let my brother know I was going away,” she says, completely changing the topic.

“Uh, I told him I was going away for a few days, and he pretty much figured it out.”

She laughs softly. “Really?”

“Yeah. I think he’s made his peace with you and me being together.”

“At least you won’t drag me to Alaska,” she says.

I’m not sure how to respond, so I don’t. Our food arrives and she spends a lot of time checking it out before she takes a bite.

My steak is perfect, so I ask her if she wants to trade.

“No. I’m good.”

She finally dives in and hums with pleasure.

“Good?”

“Yes.”

After dinner, we order coffee and she asks for chocolate mousse. When the waiter leaves, I lean over the table. “Now I want to smear chocolate mousse all over you and lick it off.”

She doesn’t laugh—probably because she senses how serious I am—but she turns sideways and crosses her legs. My eyes are immediately drawn to her sexy, fucking green high heels. There’s a strap across the front, letting her toes peek out and another strap around her ankle that finishes in a bow, making them a wicked combination of sexy and cute. Shoes aren’t usually something I pay a lot of attention to on a woman, but I can’t stop staring at Heidi’s long, sleek legs or her perfectly painted pink toenails. She runs her hand down her leg and slowly drags it back up. I can’t tell if it’s a nervous gesture or if she’s trying to drive me nuts.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Nothing. I really like what you’re wearing.”

Her cheeks turn pink and she lowers her gaze to the table. “I wanted to, you know, look like we belong together,” she says, twirling the spoon round and round in her coffee.

I snort. “You’re way too pretty to be with me.”

“I meant look older.”

“I know what you meant.”

Her dessert’s dropped off and she spends so much time licking and savoring the fluffy chocolate, I end up counting back from one hundred. The thing is, she’s not doing it to torture me or give me a painful erection I can’t do anything about at the moment.

But that’s why it’s so damn hot.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I ask mid-lick,

She hesitates, then nudges her bowl to me. “Try it.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

When she’s finished, I take her hand and lead her outside. There’s another restaurant and bar at the other end of the lodge. The bar looks more relaxed. “I should have brought you here,” I say.

“Doubt they had scallops.”

“You’re probably right.”

There’s a patio outside and even though it’s still cool out, a few couples are outside dancing. “Oh, I love this song,” she says, dragging me outside.

“I don’t dance, Heidi.”

“I know,” she says, wrapping her arms around me and swaying from side to side, until it’s impossible not to follow her. “I remember that was your excuse for not taking me to my junior-high dance.”

Yeah, that and I didn’t want to get arrested.

The memory’s bitter-sweet, because I know I probably hurt her feelings when I explained I would not be escorting her to any school dances. I hold her a little tighter, happy that part of our lives is behind us.

“We definitely couldn’t have done this,” I murmur into her hair.

“No.” She tilts her head back staring into my eyes. The heels put her at the perfect height for easy kisses, and I take a few. She tastes like chocolate.

“I’m really liking the shoes,” I say when we part.

She places kisses along my jaw and whispers in my ear, “I have a secret.”

“What’s that, beautiful?”

“My underwear matches the shoes.”

It takes a second for her words to sink in. I’m not quite used to this grown-up, confident sex-kitten version of Heidi. She’s a lot of fuckin’ fun, though.

“Prove it.”

Her brows draw down. “What?”

“Give ‘em to me.”

“Now?”

I stare at her, explaining without words, that yes, I mean now.

The corners of her mouth quirk up. A sexy little smile that says she’s considering it. Her gaze darts around the patio, finally landing on a dark corner. She drags me over to it, tucking herself between the low stone wall and my body to wiggle the panties down her legs. This may have started out as a teasing challenge, but she has my full attention as she balls them up and slaps the underwear in my open palm.

“Green. See?” She smiles with satisfaction, but I feel like the winner of our little game. I confirm the colors match and tuck them in my pocket.

“Hey, give them back,” she protests.

I grab her hips, sandwiching her between my body and the wall behind her. “You won’t be needing them.”

She slides her hands through my hair, pulling me in for a kiss. Kissing for so long, I forget where we are. My hands fist in the material of her dress, tugging it up. She breaks the kiss, laughing softly. “There are people here.”

No one’s paying attention to us, but I’d rather be alone with her than risk getting caught. “Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand.

“What, no midnight kayak ride?” she teases and I stop.

I turn, wanting to give her anything and everything she wants. “We can do that.”

She wraps her arms around my waist, clinging to me. Her happy face tips up, her brown eyes finding mine. “I’m kidding. Take me to our room.”

We’re barely inside the door, and he has me pinned against it. Rough hands skim over my legs, under my dress, gripping my thighs. I slide my hands through his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Deep, long kisses that make it easy to forget where I end and he begins. I have no idea what time it is or of anything outside this moment. Cool air touches my skin as he pushes my dress up around my waist. His lips trail down, kissing and licking my neck.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“Good.”

“I mean it. I’ve never wanted anything more than you,” he says against my lips.

“Me, too.” Warmth spreads over my skin. His hands tighten on my hips and he turns me to face the door. Big, warm hands slide over my ass and upper thighs. Next, he works the zipper down, peeling the dress from my body. He leans in and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You looked beautiful tonight. Will you wear this for me again?” he asks in a low, husky voice.

“Any time you want.” I answer, stepping out of the dress.

He makes a growly noise that sounds a little like thank you and keeps kissing my shoulder, up to my neck. “Hmm. This is green too,” he says, running his finger over the back of my bra. “So much attention to detail.”

“Only for you.”

I barely get the words out. The roughness of his clothes pressed up against my bare skin leaves me quivering, aching to find out what he plans to do to me. From the moment he asked me to hand my panties over downstairs, my body’s been pushed to the edge. I’m so worked up I might explode. “You need something?” he asks with a rough chuckle.

I flatten my palms on the door and push back against him, arching my back. His hands slide down my body, encircling my waist, pulling me into him. One hand drops, his finger finding my clit, massaging, circling until I moan. Finally, ohmygod, finally he slides a finger lower, pushing in and slowly pulling out. I shudder, trembling as my orgasm builds. “Please, don’t stop.”

He kisses my cheek. “No plans to stop, beautiful. I want you to come for me over and over tonight.”

The promise of more to come combined with his steady touch sets off flashes of white light behind my eyes, and an orgasm ripples through my body. My brain’s unaware of anything but the pleasure of Blake’s hands.

“Turn around,” he says against my ear.

Slowly, I gather control of my body and turn, my skin rubbing against the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Take my shirt off,” he demands.

“My pleasure.”

He lets out a soft, rumbling laugh that turns to a groan when I slip my hands under his T-shirt. Stripping the shirt off, I drop it on the floor with my dress. I look up at him through my lashes, while running my hands over his exposed skin, enjoying the hard muscles of his chest and abs.

His next movements are so quick, I barely know what’s happening. He pins me to the door with his hips, while his hands drop to his belt and he works his jeans open. The clink and drop of his belt sends shivers through me. Anticipation flutters over every inch of my skin as he pulls a condom from his pocket and smooths it on. He steps closer, gripping my ass and lifting, pressing my shoulder blades into the door. “Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.” His husky whisper has me eager to do anything he asks.

I’m so frantic to have him inside me, I wriggle, digging my hands into his shoulders. “Easy, I got you.” Then he’s pushing forward and it’s so, so good. I pull his head to me and kiss him. “Fuck, you’re perfect. We fit so right.” Both of us look down to where we’re connected, watching as he pulls out and pushes back inside.

I’m so overcome with feelings of belonging to Blake. Wanting him to be mine. “You’re mine.” My words come out in a hard whisper, but he understands them fine.

“Hellfuckingyes I am.”

A second orgasm washes over me. Heavy breathing fills the air. My mouth closes over his skin, my teeth grazing, tongue tasting. He grinds his hips into me and comes with my name on his lips.

Slowly, he lets go of my hips and I unwind my legs from his body. My legs are trembling so hard, I can’t hold myself up. He picks me up, carrying me across the room. Shuffling because his pants are somewhere around his knees. Gently setting me on the bed, he drops a kiss on my forehead. “Be right back.”

I stretch out, throwing my arms over my head.

“Even after fucking me dry, seeing you like that goes straight to my dick.” Despite his crude words, he gently traces his finger down my leg, landing on my foot. “Want me to take these off for you?”

“Please?” I ask, holding my foot up.

He gently works both shoes off, then climbs into bed, hovering over me, lowering his head to kiss me. “Now that’s what you call dessert.”

He settles next to me, snuggling me close.

“Better than chocolate mousse?” I tease.

His warm laughter rumbles right through me. One of his hands cups my cheek, and I stare into his green eyes until I’m lost. “I want to learn everything about you, Heidi. Every little thing that makes you tick. What turns you on. Everything you enjoy.”

I tilt my head, kissing his hand. “We have our whole lives ahead of us.”

Our trip home goes by way too fast. I’m happy we took my truck instead of the bike. This way I can hold her hand, and enjoy her recap of our weekend and all the other things she has to say. As we drive up to the clubhouse she grows quiet.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing. I can’t wait to see Alexa. I miss her.”

I reach over and take her hand, giving her a gentle squeeze.

I can’t say goodbye to her yet, so I walk her over to Rock and Hope’s. Plus, I want to see the baby, too.

Rock and Hope are in the living room with Alexa.

“How was your trip?” Hope asks as she rushes over to hug both of us.

Heidi’s blushing like crazy, so I answer for her. “Fun. Peaceful.”

A knowing smile slides over Rock’s face as he joins us and hands Heidi’s daughter over. “She missed you,” he says to Heidi.

Heidi’s gone. Lost in making baby noises and cooing at her daughter. I think it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe how much I love this woman.

It’s a little awkward with all of us standing in the entryway. Hope finally has us move to the kitchen. I feel like I’m overstaying my welcome, but I can’t find it in me to say goodbye to Heidi.

While the girls catch up on everything Alexa did while we were away, I ask Rock if I can measure a piece of property to start building a house. The corner of his mouth pulls into a lazy smile. “You know you can. The property belongs to the club. Figure out where you want to build, and I’ll help you anyway I can. We should probably think about extending the driveway from the clubhouse out here or putting in one from the other access road.”

We’ve never had more than one entry point at the club property, so that’s a big undertaking and also a security issue.

“I think the driveway from the clubhouse should be enough. Maybe we can do a circular thing that loops around.”

He nods. “We’ll ask Wrath what he thinks.”

“I can tell you right now what he’s going to say: ‘stay the fuck away from my house’.”

Rock laughs. “Yeah, probably.” His gaze strays to Heidi and Alexa. Then he gives Hope a look and tilts his head. Finally, he turns to me. “You can stay here with them if you want.”

I can’t tell if they discussed this ahead of time or if Rock just came up with the idea. Hope excitedly picks up his thought. “I never use my home office. We can move Alexa’s things in there for now, so you two can have privacy.”

I’m so stunned by the offer, I can’t answer them. Heidi keeps blushing and won’t meet my eyes.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be in the way here.”

“Well”—Rock nods at Heidi—“they can’t be over at the clubhouse all the time. Alexa will be miserable listening to all that noise.”

I huff out a laugh. “You sure it won’t be weird for you two? I mean, you moved out here to get away from the clubhouse, not have extended guests.”

“Family’s always welcome,” Hope assures me.

My gaze swings to Heidi again. This time she’s watching me with a hopeful expression. “That okay with you?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’d like that.”

“Okay then.”

Rock and Murphy spent the afternoon rearranging Hope’s office and then moving Alexa’s crib and other stuff into the cleared space. It’s not ideal, but it’s nice to have a room to myself again.

A room that includes Blake.

“Is this weird? It’s weird, right?” I ask before settling down for the night.

“It’d be weirder if I was over at the clubhouse and you were here.”

“True.”

“I don’t want to spend another night of my life without you next to me.”

His words stir up so much happiness inside me. I don’t want to spend another night without him, either.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

He glances over and a playful naughtiness enters his eyes. “Where, beautiful?”

“Anywhere you want.”

The naughty gleam is replaced by warmth and sweetness as he sh

ifts to kiss my lips, my cheek, my forehead, and back to my mouth.

I can’t stop touching him. His warm skin revealed from the waist up. I stop at the drawstring of his flannel pants.

“Wow, first night under Mom and Dad’s roof and you’re already going for a quickie,” he whispers against my ear, teasing me.

“They’re all the way upstairs.”

He rocks his hips against my hand. “Keep going,” he whispers, his lips skimming my neck.

My fingers trail a little lower, resting against the soft flannel and the hard bulge behind it. A little pressure and he groans, squeezing his eyes tight. “Not yet. This is about you.”

Hmm…I like that, but I’m also frustrated, wanting to explore every inch of him.

“Take your shirt off,” he growls in my ear. Low and demanding. I can’t get my shirt off fast enough. Or wriggle out of my shorts.

His hands cup my breasts, squeezing enough to thrill. He runs his thumbs lightly over my hard nipples, and I gasp.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you like. I love hearing you say it.” His mouth trails down my collarbone, finally replacing his thumb. He lingers on each nipple until I’m squirming beneath him.

Excitement builds as he throws the covers back and trails lower, over my stomach, nipping at my skin. He doesn’t yank my underwear off. No, he drives me nuts first, nibbling at the small scrap of fabric covering me. My hands settle on his shoulders—to push him away or pull him closer, I’m not sure. I’m trembling everywhere, little noises coming out of my mouth. I’m barely aware of when he slips his hands under the straps at my hips and eases the cotton panties down my legs. Then his mouth is on me, touching me, kissing me. His hands hold my thighs apart to give him access. His tongue traces over me, feather-light, slowly building pressure. Then the pressure stops.

“Is that good?” he asks.

I groan in frustration. “Don’t stop.” Tipping my head up, I find him grinning. “Don’t be a jerk.” He laughs even harder, then abruptly licks me again, sending my hips shooting off the bed.

After that bit of teasing, he’s all focus, making me forget everything. Where we are, who we are, nothing but his tongue, lips, mouth, teeth on me matters. Pressure builds as he pleasures me with so much care and focus, that any doubts I have melt away. My body responds, reaching, reaching, reaching for something, just beyond my grasp. When it hits, every muscle in my body tightens as the shock wave of pleasure crashes over me.