More Than Miles (A Lost Kings MC Novel)

By: Autumn Jones Lake

On the Edge

Been waiting for this day for what feels like forever.

My hand’s in the air, ready to knock when the door swings open. Heidi’s mouth drops in a surprised gasp. “What are you doing here? Axel was supposed to pick me up.”

“They needed him at the clubhouse. Besides, it’s your birthday, gonna take you for a ride.”

Her lips twitch into a smile. “Okay.”

She takes a step back to let me muscle my way inside. My arm brushes against her as I pass, and her sweet scent snaps something inside me.

My foot lashes out behind me, kicking the door shut.

“Happy eighteenth birthday, baby girl.”

She takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest. “Thanks.”

Every step I take closer to her, she takes one away. Finally her back’s to the wall and she’s got nowhere else to go. She turns and I slap my hand against the wall to stop her.

“Heidi, look at me.”

Her big brown eyes blink up at me. Words can’t express what’s inside my head or heart. Instead, I lower my mouth to hers. Capture her lips in a soft kiss. As soft as I’m capable of. I pull back just to breathe her in. My hands slide into her hair, holding her still so I can taste every inch of her sweet mouth.

I’m a bastard, because this isn’t the first time I’ve kissed Heidi. We kissed two Christmases ago under the frigid night sky and last year on her birthday.

But it was nothing like this. I don’t have to hold back now. She’s mine and I’m ready to finally be hers.

Her hands settle on my shoulders. Not pushing me away. But not urging me closer, either. I pull back.

“What are you doing, Blake?” she whispers.

“Claiming my girl.”

Her gaze skips away. “I’m not yours.”

My arms wrap around her waist, tugging her against me. “Yeah, you are. You’ve been waiting for this day as much as I have.”

One corner of her mouth twists down. It’s an irresistible gesture she’s done since she was a kid. I’ve always found it cute.

Now? It’s fucking hot.

My lips seal over hers again. This time, she opens for me, slides her hands over my chest, twists her fingers in my flannel shirt, and pulls me closer. My hands slide from her waist to her ass, pulling her against me. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding on to me as I lift her off her feet and carry her to her bedroom.

I kick that door shut, too.

I’ve got fucking hornets buzzing in my stomach. I’ve thought about this for longer than is wise to admit. Yet I’m nervous.

We break our kiss.

“Marcel?” she asks.

“Your brother ain’t comin’ home any time soon.” Now isn’t the time to talk about my best friend. We’ll deal with him later.

Reaching out, I rub my knuckles over her cheek, then cup her jaw and pull her to me for another kiss. I’ve never loved kissing anyone the way I love kissing Heidi. Even if that’s all she lets me do today, I’ll be a satisfied man.

One of us moves us to her bed. Probably me. She slips off my cut, carefully setting it on her desk, barely breaking our kiss. My hands run down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her against me. I twist us onto her bed, keeping her on top of me. My hands slip under her sweater and she freezes.

“Baby, I’ll be gentle. I won’t hurt you,” I reassure her.

She snorts and rolls off me to the side. “I’m not a virgin, Blake.”

With a growl, I roll on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. “Don’t give a fuck, Heidi.” But deep down I do. I’m furious. Not at her. I could never be mad at Heidi. She’s the sweetest, brightest thing in my world. Always has been. It’s the whole situation that pisses me off. And I know right this second, I’m never voting her boyfriend, Axel, into the club. No fucking way.

I have no right to be mad. She was never going to wait for me. Especially not after she caught me in a three-way in the middle of her brother’s living room a couple years ago.

“We’re even, baby,” I whisper while kissing her neck.

She groans. “I doubt that.”

Yeah, well I ain’t been a saint. But that shit’s over. I don’t ever want another woman’s hands on me again.