More Than Miles (A Lost Kings MC Novel) (63 page)

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here will be an emergency meeting as soon as everyone’s at the clubhouse. Right now, I need to get Heidi home safe. I want her far away from bullets and crazy-ass mothers.

Everyone’s buzzing with news of the shooting when we walk into the clubhouse. Marcel freaks out when he sees Heidi and hugs her to him until she can’t get a breath.

“I’m okay, Marcel, I swear.” She grabs Alexa and immediately buries her face against her, running her hand over Alexa’s curly brown hair.

“I’m going to walk them home and I’ll be back.”

Marcel shakes his head. “Hope’s upstairs. Might as well stay here. The guys moved Alexa’s other crib into your old room, Heidi.”

“Thanks.”

Z points to the war room. “Church as soon as Rock and Wrath get here.”

I walk Heidi to the staircase. But before she takes the baby upstairs, I give her a kiss. “You did great tonight. Fuckin’ proud of you.”

“We’re finally together. There is no way I’m losing you.”

I touch my forehead to hers, and she runs her hand over my cheek. “Try to get some sleep. I’ll be up as soon as I can.”

Rock and Wrath come in a few minutes later. Dex and Bricks right behind them.

The entire club’s seated at the table within minutes.

Rock points to me to start the meeting. “Tell us what happened.”

Leaving out the part about how I was about to molest the fuck out of Heidi over one of Wrath’s gym benches, I explain how we were closing up and she saw the red dot and yelled for me to get down. It’s then that it comes rushing back how she
dove
for me, too.
Shit.

I wrap up my story with, “Two shots. I hustled her in the office and sent Wrath my 911.”

“Christ, Murphy. They were aiming for your fuckin’ head. Who’d you piss off lately?” Z asks.

I glance to my right. “You mad about me and Heidi, bro?” I ask Marcel. A small joke to lighten everyone up.

He barely cracks a smile. “Ain’t funny, fuckface. She could’ve been hurt.”

“Sounds like she kicked ass to me,” Bricks says.

“What do we know?” Rock asks.

Wrath shakes his head. “Nothing. We’re good with the Wolf Knights. Whisper’s too greedy to fire at the gym he owns a piece of. I’ve been in talks with the owners of the salon next door to buy that piece of property, but no one else should know about it.”

Z lifts his chin in Wrath’s direction. “Could it have something to do with Dylan?”

“I doubt it.” Wrath shakes his head. “He’s not involved with his dad’s club. Seems pointless to target him.”

Dex raises his hand. “Loco came by Crystal Ball earlier. Said there was a Ransom sighting and he had one of his guys running it down.”

“Christ,” Rock grumbles.

Wrath nods. “Makes sense. Ransom’s the only Viper we haven’t exterminated yet. Bold fuckin’ move for him to be up in our territory, taking shots at our businesses, though. Never mind us. That could have brought Empire heat. Stupid risk. Even for a Viper.”

Dex signals Rock and gets the nod to speak. “We shut Crystal Ball down and sent everyone home as soon as we got the call.”

“Thank you.” Rock sits back and runs his hand over his chin. “What about the trouble we’ve had taking over Ironworks? Do we think it could be one of the crews pushing in from Vermont?”

“Anything’s possible. Loco swore he had it covered,” Z says.

I meet Wrath’s eyes across the table. He forces a quick smile. “We’ll find ‘em.”

Feeling like somehow I let him down, I drop my gaze.

The guys keep discussing scenarios, but Wrath’s low voice snaps my head up. “Murphy?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s just a building, bro. I’m more pissed you two coulda been hurt.”

“Yeah,” Teller slaps my arm. “Why was she there, anyway?”

Glancing around the table, I decide it’s not time to bring the reappearance of Heidi’s mother to the club yet. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Aww! Someone was gonna get some nookie at work,” Ravage shouts, making everyone except Teller laugh.

“Knock it off, cocksucker. That’s my sister.”

I’m laughing too hard to confirm or deny.

“Just stay off my desk,” Wrath warns.

“All right. Get some sleep. We’ll meet again in the morning.” Rock dismisses everyone and I head straight upstairs to Heidi.

Except she’s not in my room.

I find her in her room with Alexa.

I hate to wake her up, but there’s only a twin bed in here. “Baby, come on. Let’s go to my room,” I say, pushing her hair off her face.

“I’m not comfortable in there.”

I think I understand why. And since she’s pretty much forgiven and forgotten my former manwhorin’ ways, I crawl into bed behind her and pull her to me.

Of course, that means we’re pressed up tight against each other. My hand strays to her legs. Bare. She’s wearing tiny cotton shorts and, from the feel of it, a tank top.

Five seconds after that, she has my very hard dick poking her in the ass. I shift backward, but she moans and turns over, grabbing the back of my head, pulling me to her for a kiss.

“Heidi? You awake?”

She reaches down and squeezes me through my shorts. “I am now.”

Fuck, the entire night slams into me and I surge upwards, pinning her under me, taking her mouth, yanking the straps of her top down, kissing my way down her neck.

“Blake, please—”

“No condoms in here, baby.”

“I…I don’t care.”

My brain and my dick have completely different reactions. I still her movements and take her chin between my fingers. “You think we’re ready for another kid? Or you saying that because you’re rattled from earlier?”

“What?”

My dick’s not amused. But, one of us needs to have a clear head.

“Come on, get her monitor, and let’s go down to my room.” I tug her out of bed, give her enough time to check on Alexa and grab the baby monitor, then I take her hand and we race down the hall to my room.

As soon as we’re inside, I pin her to the door and strip her shorts off, flinging them over my shoulder. Our kisses are quick and desperate. Desire for her pulses through my veins.

We part long enough for me to drag her to the bed. I fumble with a giant box of condoms in my nightstand drawer.

“What’d you do, buy them in bulk?” she asks. There’s more annoyance than amusement in her voice.

“Yeah. I bought this box thinking of the many, many positions and places I plan to fuck
you
in, brat.”

I finally get the fucker open and spill a bunch of them on the nightstand, grab one, and dive for her. Her loud giggles echo through the room as I wrap my arms around her. “Shhh…your brother’s right next door.”

“Oh. Sorry.” She laughs even harder.

I want to turn those laughs into moans. I kiss her from mouth to neck. “I lose my mind around you.” She tastes so sweet, my tongue traces a path to her breast, rolling her nipple with my tongue.

Her back arches.

“Like that?”

“God, yes. Would you fuck me already?”

“Wow. I’m thinking I should gag you when we’re in here,” I barely get the words out as I squeeze into the rubber and clutch her hips.

I love teasing her. Making her moan. But I really need to be inside her. I thrust in slow, and she gasps.

“Good?”

“So good.”

I keep moving slow at first, but that only lasts for so long. I let loose and she wraps her legs around me, grabs my hair, and tries not to make too much noise. Just the sight of her fighting to be quiet while she tips over the edge is enough to make me come.

Later—after Marcel threw a number of things at the wall and told us to knock it off—I wrap my arms around her tight. “You scared me tonight.”

She picks her head up, staring at me in the dark. “When? How?”

“Diving in front of that bullet. Don’t ever do that again.”

Her hand settles on my chest as she pushes herself up. “It was instinct, Blake. I didn’t think about it.”

I don’t know what to say.

“Besides, I really hope we’re not going to be shot at again,” she says, settling back down in my arms.

“Me, too.”

W
e get nowhere on the shooting.

A few afternoons later, Jake and I are down at Furious helping Wrath replace the front windows with bulletproof glass and tinting.

It never got reported, so there’s no impact on business, but we’re still a little jumpy.

“That should do it,” Jake says. Wrath informed Jake and Whisper of the shooting, otherwise no one outside of the club knows.

Jake tilts his head at me and quirks an eyebrow, silently asking Wrath what I have no idea.

“What’s up?” I ask after Jake leaves.

“You’ve been busting your ass here for over a year now.”

“Yeah?”

“This is probably a shitty time to ask since the place just got shot up and all, but I swear I was planning to ask before.”

“What? Are you proposing? Because I’m really planning to marry Heidi.”

The corners of his mouth lift. “Very funny, little brother. No. I still want to go through with the expansion and want you to buy in as a partner.”

I don’t have any words at first. “Really?”

“Fuck yeah.”

We spend some time going over business stuff—honestly, I’m still too shocked to process the whole thing—before heading to the clubhouse for church.

We drove down together in his truck since he had a cargo bed full of material for the gym repairs. “You ever planning to patch Heidi?” he asks me.

“Christ, we just figured shit out. I was giving her brother some time to adjust.”

His loud, rumbling laughter fills the cab. “Fuck him. He’s had enough time to adjust.” He glances over. “Besides, he might surprise you.”

“I was thinking of throwing it out there today.”

He nods. “About time.”

Feeling encouraged from Wrath’s words, I can’t wipe the grin off my face as we sit at the table. Rock knows I’m up to something and keeps an eye on me. As soon as regular business finishes, I raise my hand.

“I’m claiming Heidi.” I turn and look at my best friend. “Anyone who has an issue with that should say so now.”

He stares at me, a slow smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. Like an absolute asshole, he grumbles, “About fucking time.”

“Dick.” I reach over and slap him and he grins at me.

“Since it looks like big brother isn’t going to have a meltdown, should we take a vote?” Rock asks.

Usually a vote on an ol’ lady is just the officers. Rock doesn’t ask the rest of the guys to leave this time.

“She knows better than anyone to keep her mouth shut,” Z says. “She’s a little badass. Knows how to shoot. Never asks questions. Young, but good ol’ lady material.”

That’s a lot of stuff in Heidi’s favor, and I can’t help feelin’ proud that Z feels that way about my girl.

Wrath grins. “She was ready to take a bullet for you, Murphy. I don’t think you’ll do any better than that.”

Teller adds, “She loves the club as much as any of us.” Which I guess is his way of saying yes.

Rock stares at me thoughtfully for a few minutes before giving his okay. “She understands the life. She’ll be an asset to the club as an ol’ lady.”

His endorsement leaves a lump in my throat. “Feelin’ old, prez?” I ask to shake it off.