More Than Miles (A Lost Kings MC Novel) (54 page)

Blake snorts. “I doubt it. But yeah, we’ll talk about it.”

“Talk about what?”

“Our living arrangements.”

“Our?”

“Yes,
our
. You think I’m letting my girls move somewhere alone, you’re nuts.”

I suppose some women might be offended by a bunch of the words in that sentence. Not me. All I heard was him referring to my daughter and me as “his girls.”

“Okay,” I answer. “We can talk about it.”

A relieved smile brightens his serious face, as if he’d been expecting me to argue. But I’m done fussing over stupid things. I’ve wasted enough time being stubborn and childish.

“Do you want to come in?” I ask.

“That’s not a good idea.”

We’re entering a new part of our relationship. One where I feel comfortable pressing my hand against the front of his pants, rubbing firm strokes over the hardness underneath. He sucks in a hiss of air. “Don’t.”

“But—”

“If you keep it up, I’m going to pin you to the wall and fuck you hard and fast, and that’s not what I want for our first time.”

“What about what I want?”

He cocks his head to the side. “What do you want?”

I think over his words. About our first time being special. We have our whole lives for down-and-dirty-in-the-woods sex.

“I don’t want mosquito bites on my butt.”

Laughter rumbles out of him and he shifts away from my touch. “Call me as soon as you talk to Hope.”

You’d think that lengthy conversation about the logistics of
doing it
would be a boner-killer. You’d be wrong. Nope. My dick’s so hard I can barely walk back to the clubhouse.

I don’t know where to take her. I’m a little frantic because one, I can’t remember the last time I went this long without sex, and two, I can’t remember ever wanting anyone more.

After a little research, I catch a few hours of sleep. First thing in the morning, I place a call to a lodge in the Adirondacks that looks nice. More upscale than either of us are probably used to, but Heidi deserves the best. They even have the room I want available for two nights. I’m not sure if we’ll be able to stay the second night, but I book it anyway.

I hate imposing on Hope, too, but I think she’ll understand.

As I’m finishing the reservations and having a few extras added to the room, Heidi texts me.

Good to go. When do you want to leave?

I fire back:
Now.

Like, right the fuck now.

I run around my room like a crazed man throwing stuff in a bag, grab one very important piece of paper, shove it in my pocket and I’m ready to go.

My hand’s on the railing, and I’m about to head downstairs, when I realize I need to check in with Teller. Not to inform him I’m finally going to bang his sister—I’m not that crass. I just want to let him know I’ll be gone for a few days.

I slip my phone out and tap out another text to Heidi.

Give me a few minutes.

I knock before pushing open the door.

“I didn’t say come in,” he bitches when he sees me.

“Yeah, but since when do I wait around for an invitation?”

“True.”

“How you doin’?”

“Fine. Why?”

“I, uh, I’m taking off for a few days.”

I’m a little surprised he doesn’t ask where. For a few seconds, I wrestle with whether I should tell him Heidi’s coming with me, but I finally decide against it.

“Go,” he says, waving his hand at the door. “I have Wrath, Z, and Trinity up my ass twenty-four-seven, I’ll be fine.”

“Murphy?” he calls out as I’m about to shut the door.

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t knock my sister up.”

“Asshole.” I flip him off, but there’s a big part of me that’s relieved. And an even bigger part of me is happy he’s back to joking around here and there.

I stop in the kitchen and throw some bottles of water, sodas, and iced tea in a cooler. Excitement’s buzzing through me when I get to my truck and load it up.

“Where you headed?” Wrath asks.

“Shit!” My elbow slams into the door. “How can someone your size be such a stealthy motherfucker?”

Because it’s Wrath, he takes that as a compliment.

“I’m taking Heidi away for a few days.”

He raises an eyebrow, folds his arms against his chest, and leans on the side of my truck. “Really? I’m not sure how I feel about this.”

“Good thing no one asked your opinion.”

“Ballsy, that’s good.”

I gesture for him to move so I can open the back door, then freeze when I see Alexa’s car seat.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing. Hope’s watching the baby for the weekend and I feel bad leaving her.”

He stares at me.

“What? It’s not weird, right? Parents go away together for weekends, don’t they?”

“You realize what you just said, right?”

“What? Going away together?”

He slaps the side of my arm. Hard. “Never mind. I take it back. I feel good about the two of you together.”

Somewhere with you

W
hile Blake might have been eager to finally have sex, he still takes his sweet time. First, there’s the three-hour drive up the Northway. Then another half an hour finding the place.

It’s amazing, though. A huge, elegant lodge nestled in the mountains behind a glittering lake.

Not even the snooty old man who checks us into the hotel snuffs out my excitement. I’m so wound up—thrilled, throbbing with anticipation—that I’m afraid I’ll explode in the lobby.

When we’re finally inside our room, the door closes and I jump him. My arms wind around his neck and I press a kiss to his mouth. He kisses me back, quick. “Whoa. Slow down.”

“Slow? Really?”

He drops the bags to the floor and wraps both arms around my waist, keeping me still. “Yeah. Let’s take our time.”

Crap. That makes me feel slutty. Tears cloud my vision and I push past him to go to the bathroom.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I’m being silly. I know that’s not what he meant.

“Heidi?” His serious tone makes me stop. “Talk to me.”

I open my mouth, but I don’t know how to explain the awful feelings welling up inside. “You make me feel like I’m being too eager,” I whisper finally. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it’s the best I can do.

He brushes the hair out of my eyes. “I’m thrilled. I’ve just been waiting so long. I want to do everything right. Want this to be perfect for you.”

Each word is filled with so much emotion, it drives the doubt out of my chest. He’s overthinking this as much as I am. “It will be perfect because it’s you. Because it’s us.”

“Yeah,” he agrees.

Feeling better, I rock to my tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”

His gaze darts around the room, and I take a second to appreciate it, too. “Wow. Fancy, Blake.”

He chuckles and moves to the small bar area on the far wall. I follow him over and gasp when I see the box of plump chocolate covered strawberries. Blake knows they’re my favorite.

“How?”

“I asked for them to be in the room, along with the flowers.” He nods at the vase on the table at the foot of the bed.

I’d been so focused on him, I missed the flowers. I slip my hand into his. “That was so sweet, thank you.” He places a kiss on my forehead. “We should probably move the flowers, though. Things are going to get wild on that bed, and I don’t want to accidentally break the vase.”

His eyes widen before he bursts out laughing. “Damn right they are.”

Turning, he plucks one of the strawberries out of the box and holds it for me to take a bite. Strawberry juice and chocolate end up all over my face and they’re so good, I don’t even care.

Blake lowers his head, kissing me soft and slow. I sway and steady myself by holding on to him. His kiss grows more urgent and he presses is body against me. Years of wanting each other seem to shape our kiss. We’re finally together. Alone together. Able to learn everything about each other.

“Love you, Heidi,” he murmurs as he ends our kiss, searching my face as if he wants to memorize this moment.

Pulling away, I lean over to pick up my bag. “Give me a second. I want to change.”

He lifts an eyebrow but lets me go.

I take my time, stripping down, rubbing coconut oil into my skin until I’m soft and smooth all over. It takes a second of rummaging through my bag to find the black and green lace bralette and panty set I brought with me. I bought it with Murphy in mind. How long ago I won’t say. It’s a sheer, black, fishnet material with green lace. The top has stretchy fishnet cups with a keyhole cutout. Useless for support. Perfect for sexiness. There are a bunch of straps that wind down and around my ribcage. The panties are full bikini panties—no thongs for me. The material of both pieces is so sheer, everything is visible. It’s a little bit sweet and a little bit slutty.

Of course, Blakes’s seen way hotter girls in way tinier outfits for years at the strip club and at the clubhouse.

The thought is like a bucket of ice water over my head.

“Heidi?” He taps on the door.

The concern in his voice helps me forget about the thoughts that should stay in the past. I whip my hair into a long, messy braid over one shoulder and open the door.

“Holy. Fuck. Wow,” Blake stammers while backing up a few steps to take all of me in. “That’s so fucking hot. Turn around.”

Bracing myself on the doorframe, I spin and slowly wiggle my butt. I peek over my shoulder and find him staring, running his hand over his beard, possibly drooling. “Is this okay?” I ask.

“Yes.” In a few smooth, measured steps, he’s pressed up against my back, winding an arm around my middle and pulling me against him. “You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had and finally in my arms,” he whispers against my neck.

My breath catches.

“But now I’m worried.”

“About what?”

The arm around my middle flexes, squeezing me tighter, while he wraps his free hand up in my braid and gives it a gentle tug. “I’m worried,” he says in between tiny kisses along my shoulder. “That I’m so worked up, I won’t be able to be sweet and gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle. I want you.”

His hands drop to my hips and he turns me so I’m facing him. I reach up, looping my arms around his neck. “I want you the way you are. Just you and me. No pretending we’re anything other than who we are.”

“I love you, Heidi. You understand that, right?”

I can’t find any words, so I nod instead.

“I’ve always loved you, but like you said, this is different.”

“This is forever?”

He was wrong. He can be gentle, because he places the softest kiss on my forehead and says, “Exactly.”