More Than Miles (A Lost Kings MC Novel) (57 page)

That conversation wasn’t as icky as I thought it would be.

I’m not
thrilled
the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with has been with so many women he’s lost count.

But, it took a lot for him to be honest with me.

“You were my first love,” I whisper.

“I know.”

“You were the first to break my heart, too.”

“I never meant to.”

“Are you mad I didn’t wait for you? That you weren’t
my
first?”

“No.” He traces his fingers over my cheek. “I could never be mad at you for anything, Heidi. I may not have been your first, but I’ll be your last.”

W
aking up next to Blake makes me happier than I ever imagined. I have time to study the ink on his chest and arms. But, because I can’t help touching, I end up waking him.

“What’re you doing?”

“Memorizing every inch of you.”

“Hmm, I like that.” He leans over to kiss my forehead. We’re quiet together, touching each other. Tracing our fingers over every inch of one another as if we’re both trying to commit every plane and angle to memory.

He brushes his finger down between my breasts, settling his hand on my belly.

“Do you think Alexa’d like a little brother or sister?” he asks, breaking our silence.

Two kids before twenty? But there’s a skip in my heart, a flutter in my belly, at the thought of having a child with Blake. But, the question also unnerves me for reasons that leave me unsettled and defensive. “I don’t know. Why, you feeling like you need to have your own kid with me?”

“No.” He rolls us so he’s on top of me but holds himself up so he can stare at my face. “I’ll never lie to her about who her father is, but she’s
mine
, Heidi. She’s mine as much as any other kids we’ll have.” Every word is full of such fierce passion, I regret my words. He’s been good to Alexa since day one, and I don’t doubt him for a second. He rolls back to his side of the bed and stares at the ceiling. “I just thought maybe it’d be nicer to have them closer in age or something. I don’t know.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He turns his head. Guess he wasn’t expecting that answer.

“Yeah?”

“Well, not right this second.”

“No. You need to finish school. And I need to get busy building us a house.”

“Really?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“How many bedrooms is this house going to have?”

The corner of his mouth pulls up into a devilish smile. “How many do you want it to have?”

“I hope if we have daughters they have your red hair.”

“Why, so they can get teased in school?”

“As if you’d ever let anyone pick on your kid.”

“True.” He reaches over to the nightstand and I fake-groan.

“I don’t think my pussy can take any more, Blake.”

He laughs so hard, shaking the bed as he keeps reaching for whatever he wants. I tilt my head but just end up with my nose in his armpit.

“What are you doing?” he asks and I nip him. “Ow. I was going to give you something. Now I don’t know if you deserve it.”

“More orgasms? Because I definitely think I’ve earned them.”

He slips his hand between my legs, gently stroking. “Thought you couldn’t take any more?” His thumb brushes over my clit and my head falls back against the bed.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmur. “I was so, so wrong.”

A shudder ripples through my body and my back arches. Blake’s hot, wet mouth closes over one nipple, while he pushes a finger inside me. My eyes pop open and his eyes burn into mine while he lazily pumps his finger in and out. I roll my hips against his hand, and he lets out a harsh breath.

“That’s good. Do that again, beautiful,” he demands.

Lifting my arms over my head, I brace my hands on the headboard and roll my hips again.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

One finger becomes two inside me.

“Open your eyes, Heidi,” he commands in a rough voice. “Watch.”

My first thought is
no
. I don’t want to look. But as my hips rock against him faster, I’m curious. My gaze slides down, watching his fingers reappear, shiny and slick from me. I watch as he slides them inside me and brushes his thumb over my clit. My hips buck harder against his hand and my orgasm sweeps over me. Before I can scream, his mouth covers mine, sucking down all the moans and cries that rush out.

Blake pulls back, breaking our kiss, removing his fingers from me.

“Fuck, I could do that all day.”

Wrung out, I make a moaning sound of agreement.

“But, I wanted to give you something besides an orgasm this morning.”

I flick my gaze in his direction and he hands me a small white box. Eager to see what it is, I sit up. “Can I open it?”

“Yeah. Don’t freak out. It’s not a ring. Not yet, anyway.”

I glance up at him, the box forgotten.

“What?”

He slides his right hand over his left ring finger. “Ring. Engagement. Married. That’s part of the whole ‘you’re mine and I’m yours’ thing.”

“Oh. I just wanted you so bad, I didn’t think about all that other stuff.”

My words seem to stun him, which is only fair, since he shocked me. He recovers quicker than I do. “Gonna patch your ass, too.”

“Ha. Good luck with that. My brother’s never going to vote yes.”

“He might surprise you.”

Blake’s delusional, but I’ll let him live in fantasy land a little longer. “You think I’m ol’ lady material?”

“Fuck, yes. You know how to keep your mouth shut, well, unless you’re around me.”

“Sorry.”

He gently squeezes my chin between his fingers. “I love your mouth. Yes, you’re ol’ lady material. You love the club as much as I do.”

“True.”

“And you never talk about the club with outsiders.”

He’s not asking. He knows me too well. But I answer anyway. “Nope.”

“Okay then.”

“That’s your call. But I’d proudly wear your patch, Blake.”

“Thank you. Now, will you please open your present?”

I flip the lid off the box and find a lovely, shiny pendant in the shape of a key nestled inside. The bow of the key is shaped like a four-leaf clover. It’s simple, elegant, and the prettiest thing anyone’s ever given me. It also has a little weight to it. Not something cheap he picked up on a whim.

“Blake, it’s so beautiful.”

He motions for me to hand it to him and I turn, lifting my hair out of his way.

“You’ve held the key to my heart from day one, Heidi.”

I’m embarrassed to say when I had the necklace made for Heidi. Let’s just say, I never expected to be able to give it to her. After I latch it around her neck, she jumps off the bed and runs to the mirror to check it out.

Having a naked Heidi running around the room makes me feel like I’m the luckiest fucker on the planet.

“It’s beautiful. What’s the stone in the middle?”

“Green tourmaline.”

“It’s almost the color of your eyes. I love it so much. Thank you.”

While admiring her ass from across the room is nice, I’d rather have my hands on her. Stepping behind her, I cup her hips and pull her to me. Her fingers dance over the delicate white gold chain. “This looks so fragile. I’m afraid Alexa will break it. She likes to yank on anything she can wrap her fingers around lately.”

“I’ll find you a sturdier leather cord for it, and when she’s older, you can put it back on this chain.”

She turns and throws her arms around my neck. “Thank you.” This is what’s always been nice about giving Heidi gifts. No matter how big or small, she always genuinely appreciates everything.

“Do you want to get dressed and look around the grounds? There’s supposed to be hiking trails, and we can kayak on the lake if you want.”

“When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

She lowers her eyes and trails her fingers over my abs right down to my dick. “I’m having more fun here.”

Even though her touch is light, it’s intense and I groan. “I—” Her fingers wrap around my cock and I totally lose what I wanted to say. I lean forward, placing my hands on the mirror on either side of her head. “I don’t want you to think this is all…we’re all about sex. Or that’s all I want.” Wow, that was a difficult sentence to get out while her fingers squeeze and rub me smooth and steady.

“Blake, I would never think that about you. We have so much more between us. But this has been a really long time coming, so I’d like to spend the weekend
coming
with you.” She snickers at her little joke and rubs her thumb over the tip of my dick, smearing pre-cum over me.

I huff out a bit of laugh, then hiss as she drops to her knees, raking her nails lightly down my thighs as she goes.

“What’re you doing?”

“Well, I’m not down here to give you a pedicure. I’d like to give you a blowjob.”

“Fuck,” I groan. Life with Heidi will never be boring. “That’s the funniest and hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I think most guys would find that hot.”

“No. It’s hot because it’s you, and I’ve probably been fantasizing about this long enough that my ass should be in jail.”

“Oh, really?” She draws the word out and grins. And her hand’s still lazily rubbing up and down my dick.

“Harder, Heidi.” She licks her lips, and it’s possible I’m going to come before she gets her mouth near me. She shifts and the movement pulls me out of my lust fog. “Come here.” I grab her hand and pull her up off the floor.

“What’s wrong?”

“You shouldn’t be on the floor.”

“You don’t want your blowjob?”

“Oh, I want it. And I’m going to get it.” I lead her over to the bed and tumble down, bringing her with me. She squints at me, and I cup her face in my hand. “This is better.”

She gives me another suspicious look and kneels up next to me.

“This is better.” I reach out to stoke my thumb over her cheek.

First, she turns and kisses the hand rubbing her face, then she lowers her head. When her tongue drags along my shaft, from base to tip, I’m done. Gone. Her mouth closes over my dick and I groan. My hand moves to her hair, pulling it up into a rough ponytail. “Fuck, that’s so good, Heidi.”

Her answer is to wrap her fist around my cock and take me deeper. She grips me harder, jacking me off slow and then taking me all the way to the back of her throat. “Heidi.” I whisper her name like a prayer and she looks up at me. She smiles, then devours me. She takes every inch and what she lacks in experience, she makes up for with enthusiasm.