Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series (12 page)

              I rolled to my side and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. “Um, well it didn’t start out that way, but it looks like I hit random.” I looked back at the other songs that had played before Gwen Stefani and burst out laughing. “It appears we also listened to ‘Baby Got Back’, ‘Just a Friend’, and Led Zeppelin's ‘Whole Lotta Love’. I never heard any of them. Guess you just blew my world away baby.” I quipped as I raised my eyebrows at Lo, laughing.

              “Save that shit, babe. Best sex of my fucking life even if Zeppelin was the only one I know. Although, that first song you played was the shit, babe.”

              Lo curled his arm around me and pulled me to him. “Are you gonna give into me, babe?” Lo rumbled.

              “I’m pretty sure I did, Lo.” I curled into Lo’s side, throwing my leg over his and laying my arm across his waist. “I don’t know how else to give into you.”

              “I got your body, babe. I knew you were going to give me that, but that’s not all. I want it all.  Your time, your sass, that fucking amazing smile, and I never thought I would say this, but I want your fucking heart, babe. I want it all.”

              Could I give that all to Lo? Let him in, and take the most fragile part of me, trust him with it? Could I give into him?

              “Go to sleep, babe. I don’t want to hear all the reasons you won’t give me what you want to give me.”

              I looked up at Lo to see if he was mad. His eyes were closed, and his head was resting against a pile of pillows. “Don’t be mad at me, Lo. I want to give you all that, but I’m scared.”

              “Scared of what, babe?”

              “Of being hurt again. Of being stuck in a shitty relationship again. Of making a mistake. Take your pick, Lo. I have about twenty other things I’m afraid of if those aren’t enough for you. I’m just scared of everything.” I whispered into his chest.

              “Babe, the only way you are going to realize that all that shit you’re afraid of isn’t going to happen is to let me in. I won’t let those things happen.”

              “You can’t guarantee that, Lo.”

              “There are no guarantees in life, babe. You just have to live. You gotta start living babe. Start doing the things that scare you; take a risk.”

              “So you agree you are a risk.”

              “That’s all you heard, babe? Fuck me.” Lo rolled over on his side shifting me so we were face to face. “Let’s make a deal, babe. We take this day by day. You feel scared, you tell me, and I will make it better. I can’t fix things if I don’t know they are a problem.”

              “So, we are together without making the promise of forever? We just live. That is your answer?” I asked. I didn’t know what to think anymore, so maybe Lo making this decision was the best thing. Just live in the moment, it sounded good.

              “It’s the only answer I got for now, babe.”

              I reached up and pulled Lo’s face down to mine. “Ok, Lo. Day to day, you and me.” I whispered against his lips. I brushed my lips against Lo’s giving him a light kiss. I pushed up and deepened the kiss, giving Lo my trust that he was going to take care of me.

              “I won’t let you down, babe.” Lo rumbled.

              I looked in Lo’s eyes and saw he was telling the truth.

              I closed my eyes and made a wish that he could keep his promise.

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Chapter 17

Lo

              Meg was gone.

              I woke up and instantly knew she wasn’t in bed. Partly because the last time I had woken up with her, she was laying on top of me.

              I leaned up on my elbows and heard music coming from the bathroom and the shower running. I felt a smile form on my lips and crawled out of bed. I heard Meg singing and stopped and listened.

              “
Hit me with your best shot, FIRE AWAY...’
I heard her sing.

              Fuck, she was fucking crazy. Last night I fucked her to some chick singing about bananas and now she was singing Pat Benatar. Fucking crazy.

              I glanced at my clothes on the floor, contemplating getting dressed and finding coffee.

              I heard her singing along again and forgot about my clothes and coffee.

              I walked out of the bedroom and listened.

              Shit, I fucking loved her. There was no doubt in my mind. I loved her and I needed to have her.

I opened the bathroom door and the steam from the shower enveloped me.

              I loved her and I needed her right now.

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Meg

              I had woken up early, sprawled out on top of Lo, and had quickly scrambled off him and out of the bed before he woke up.

              I had grabbed the first clothes I could find and my phone and sprinted into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door and leaned against it.

              I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the door.

              I had promised Lo last night that I would try, try to let him in and to just take it day by day. I was fucking terrified. I felt deep down, that this could be something awesome with Lo, but I was just too scared to jump and take the leap.

              I pushed away from the door and looked in the mirror. I was naked and looked like I had some serious sex last night. The look was fitting.

              I pulled my hair away from my face, and let it fall down my back.

              I rolled my shoulders and leaned against the sink, really looking at myself, trying to see what Lo saw. He told me only his opinion mattered and I needed to start believing that. I had finally found my confidence, but when I was around Lo, I always doubted it. I needed to put my trust in Lo, and just have faith that things were going to be ok, no matter what happened.

              I grabbed my razor and shaving cream from the overhead cabinet and put them in the shower. I plugged my phone into the speaker, playing my 80’s playlist.

              I was jamming out to Pat Benatar, slathering shaving cream on my legs, when the shower curtain was yanked open. I screamed and watched the can of shaving cream slip out of my hand, hitting Lo in the chest.

              “What the fuck are you doing, babe?” Lo asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

              “Climbing Mt. Everest, Lo, what the hell does it look like?” I said as I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover up.

              “You look like fantasy #6 on my never ending list, babe.” Lo said.

              “Watching me shave my legs made your list?” I ask amazed.

              “Naw, babe, you wet, waiting for me in the shower is, but I can definitely work with this.” Lo said as he grabbed my razor off the side if the tub and knelt down in front of me.

              “Put your foot up on the ledge babe.” Lo demanded.

              “No, Lo! Let me shave my legs, shower, and then I’ll make you breakfast. Now go.” I said as I pulled the curtain shut.

              Lo ripped the curtain out of my hand and threw it open again. “Leg, now, babe. This ain’t up for discussion.” Lo growled.

              I was at a disadvantage. I didn’t see any other choice but to put my leg on the ledge and let Lo do whatever the hell he thought he needed to do.

              “Relax, babe. I’d cut my dick off before I ever hurt you.” Lo said as he ran the razor up my leg and rinsed it off.

              “I got sweet Lo this morning.” I said as I smiled down at Lo.

              Lo made quick work of shaving my left leg and motioned for me to switch legs. “You always have sweet Lo, Meg. He’s only for you. Nobody gets him but you.”

              I felt my heart squeeze and knew I was a goner. I was so in love with this man and so terrified. But right now, I knew I loved him more than being terrified.

              “All done, babe. Now make room for me.” Lo said as he smacked my ass and threw my razor in the sink.

              “You just shaved my legs.” I said dumbly as Lo crowded into the shower with me.

              “I know, babe. Never done that shit before but it seemed easy enough. Fuck of a lot easier than shaving my face.” Lo stepped under the water, running his hands through his hair.

              I watched the water run down his body and saw his dick was semi-erect. I licked my lips and squirmed, a shiver running through me. I turned my back to Lo, grabbing my shampoo off the shower rack.

              Lo wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his front. I could feel his dick pushing against my ass. “First, I’m gonna fuck you babe and then you can wash up.” Lo growled in my ear as he took the shampoo out of my hands and put it back on the shelf
.
“I miss being inside you.” He whispered in my ear, as he ran his hands over my slick breasts.

I turned around in his arms and caught his lips with my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

              Lo was a man of his word. He fucked me hard up against the shower and then he cleaned both him and me up. Total fucking gentleman.

              Totally head over heels in love.

              Fuck.

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Chapter 18

Meg

I was standing at my sink, brushing my teeth, when I saw Lo out of the corner of my eye walk bare chested out of my bedroom and heard the screen door slam shut. I peeked my head out, thinking maybe Rem was home (queue mini heart attack) and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Lo walk past the front window. I was curious about what he was doing and walked to the front door mid brush.

              Lo was crouched down next to his bike, pulling something out of his saddle bag.

              I cracked the door open and started to ask Lo what he was doing when he stood up and spun around and threw a shirt on. “I like you without your shirt on.” I said around a full mouth of toothpaste spit, which sounded more like, “Eh luk eww eith ut er shit en.” I was just a class act and pretty sure I had just spoken German. I felt spit dribbling down my lip and wiped it off with the back of my hand.

              Lo was chuckling at me. “Babe, not a fucking clue what you just said, but it was fucking cute.”

              I twisted my head to the right and spit in my bushes. I realized what I had just done and looked at Lo who was doubled over, laughing his ass off at me. “I’m a classy bitch, Lo. Keep up. I said I like you with your shirt off by the way. I need to rinse.” I walked back in the house, letting the screen door slam behind me and walked in the bathroom. I heard the screen door slam, then the front door shut, the lock sliding into place. Lo appeared in the doorway.

              “Fucking cute and hilarious babe.” Lo said with a smile on his face.

              I rinsed out my mouth and shut the water off. “Glad to be your morning entertainment. Now, let me feed you.” I said on a smile and tried to walk past Lo.

              “You fed me last night babe. Let me take you out, grab some breakfast and go for a ride on the bike.” Lo said as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him.

              That sounded fantastic. Way awesome.

           Then I remembered I still had to bake something for Lo’s party tonight and I had no idea what I was going to make. I probably had to go to the store because my baking cabinet was looking pretty bare lately. “How about, I make you breakfast while I figure what I’m going to bake, then you can give me a ride to the store. Will that work?” I said as I ran my hand down Lo’s cheek. God he was so handsome.

              “If your breakfast is half as good as those tacos last night and we end up with your arms wrapped around me on the back of my bike, it’s all good, babe.” Lo growled.

              “Awesome.” I lifted up on my toes and pressed my lips to Lo’s and kissed him. “I make good eggs.” I winked at Lo, brushed a quick kiss on his lips and walked into the kitchen.

              “Never had your eggs babe, but if they are anything like that head you gave me last week, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

              I giggled, loving his sense of humor. “They’re even better.”

              “Fucking perfect.” Lo said as he hoisted his ass up on my island and settled in to watch me make him breakfast.

              “And what would the sir like for breakfast?” I said with an English accent.

              “Fucking cute.” Lo murmured. “Whatever the fuck you want to make me, babe. I’m easy.”

              “Yes, I know you’re easy Lo.” I said and opened the fridge to see what I could make. “Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast sound good?” I asked with my head in the fridge.

              “Yeah, babe.”

              I glanced over my shoulder and saw Lo sitting in my kitchen, like he belonged there. I grabbed the eggs and milk and slammed the fridge shut.

              Time to make breakfast for my man.

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Lo

            
 
Life was fucking good. I finally got my woman to admit she was mine and she was making me breakfast in short ass shorts and a tight little tank top. She didn’t have a bra on and every time she bent over to look in a cabinet or the fridge, I got an awesome view of her tits.

              “We leave, you gotta get a bra on, babe. Putting on a fucking show for me right now.”

              Meg turned away from the stove and looked down at herself. “You are the second person to see me like this and definitely the last. No worries about me leaving my porch in this. Promise.” She threw a wink at me and turned back to the stove.

              “Not sure if I like the idea of you going out on your deck in those clothes. I can see your fucking nipples poking out of that skimpy fucking top. Come here.” I growled.

              “Keep your pants on Lo. You want good eggs, you’re going to have to keep it in your pants.”

              “You denying me, babe?”

              She peaked over her shoulder and smirked at me. “Not denying, just delaying.”

“Hm, those better be some fucking awesome eggs babe for you to
delay
me.”

              “Give me two minutes and I’ll blow your socks off.” She loaded two plates full of eggs and grabbed the toast out of the toaster and smothered them with butter.

              “Grab the juice for me, Lo?”

              I got up from my chair and wrapped my arms around Meg, pressing her ass in to my dick. “Anything else you need, babe?”

              I felt Meg tremble and braced her arms on the counter in front of her. “And the creamer.” She whimpered.

              I pulled her hair off the left side of her neck and kissed her neck. “You wet for me, baby?” I snaked my hand in her shorts and cupped her pussy.

              “Lo, ahh, it’s time to eat.” Meg quivered.

              I swiped a finger through her slit, and groaned. “Shit, babe, you’re so wet yet. Fucking dripping.”

              “Pretty sure when you’re around, my body is ready to go. Kind of like, you know, I’m idling in neutral, ready to be shifted into drive.”

              “Did you just make a car analogy for how wet you are? Another fucking reason you’re perfect for me.” I slipped my hand out of her shorts and rested it on her hip. “We fucking eat, then I shift you into drive.”

              I pulled away from Meg, hating losing contact with her and grabbed the juice and creamer out of the fridge. I glanced over my shoulder at Meg, to see her still grasping the counter, panting. “You don’t feed me right now, babe, I bend you over this table and fuck the shit out of you.”

              She twisted her head toward me, eyes glazed over with lust. “That threat doesn’t really help, Lo.”

              “Feed me, then I fuck you. Deal?” I put the juice and shit on the counter and sat down. My phone started ringing and I flipped it open to see Demon was calling. I glanced at Meg to see she had gotten her bearings about her, putting bacon and the butter smothered toast on the plates. “Gotta take this, babe.”

              “Yo.” I said into the phone, but kept my eyes on Meg.

              “Big A wants to meet today King.” Demon rumbled in my ear.

              “What time?” Meg set a plate piled high with food in front of me and one with half as much food in front of her chair and sat down. I picked up my fork and shoveled some eggs in.

              “Two hours from now. Meeting halfway. Figure we meet up for church before. Plan this shit out.”

              Fuck! There went my plans for keeping Meg in bed for half the day. “Meet at the clubhouse in half an hour.” I flipped my phone shut and looked at Meg. “Gonna have to leave after we eat babe.”

              She quickly glanced up at me from her plate and then looked back down. “No problem, Lo.” She said to her plate.

“Look at me, Meg.” I growled at her. I was pretty sure I had lost Sweet Meg, and she was busy building up her wall again.

              She looked at me and didn’t say anything. “I don’t want to leave, babe. Shit is going down and I have to be there, all part of being the Prez. Shit goes down, I have to be there.”

              “I get it, Lo. Your club is important.”

              “So are you, babe. Come here.” I ordered.

              “We’re eating, Lo.” Meg said as she gestured at her plate.

              I grabbed her plate and put it next to mine, grabbing her hand and pulled her over to me. I patted my leg. “Sit.”

              Meg didn’t sit. She looked down at me like I was crazy. “You’re crazy, Lo.” She reached for her plate. I moved it out of her reach and pulled her on my lap.

              I picked up my fork with my left hand and started eating. I had my right arm firmly wrapped around Meg. “She left didn’t she? As soon as I answered the phone.”

              “Yes.” She didn’t even deny it any more. “She’ll be back later though. She’s still getting use to coming out to play.”

              “I love when she comes out to play. I’m gonna make it where she never leaves.” I flexed my arm holding Meg and she finally picked up her fork and started eating. “Come to the clubhouse around six tonight. I should have shit wrapped up around then.”

              “Do you still want me to bring something?”

              “Don’t have to, babe. But like I said, you bring it, it will not go unappreciated.” I shoveled more eggs and toast in my mouth and moaned. “Fuck, babe, I’m gonna hire you to cook for the clubhouse. You cook like fucking Martha Stewart, sing like a fucking angel and you’re all mine.”

              “It’s just plain old eggs, Lo.” Meg said as she ate the last bite of her toast.

              “Nothing is ‘plain old’ with you, Meg. You make everything better. Be it eggs, tacos, or sucking my dick.”

              “You’re so romantic, Lo. I don’t know how I keep my clothes on when you are around.” Meg joked.

              “Just tell it how it is, babe. Since you brought up sucking my dick, I got fifteen minutes before I need to leave and it looks like we’re both done, stand up.”

              Meg got up and turned to look down at me. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one who brought up me sucking your dick, handsome.”

              I popped open the button on my jeans and shimmed them down my thighs. My dick popped out and I stroked it. “No wonder I thought it was a good idea. Think you can help me with this problem I got on my hands, babe?”

              Meg licked her lips and lowered to her knees. “I think there might be something I can do to help.” She lowered her mouth to my dick, licking the head, making my dick jump. I thrusted up into her mouth and heard her moan around my dick.

              She raised her head, and looked at me. “You know how you have a list of fantasies you want to do to me?”

              I nodded my head at her because just the feel of her hand on my dick was about to send me over the edge.

              “Well, I just had a fantasy pop in my head, and I was wondering if maybe
you
could help me out?” She tightened her hold on my dick and teased the tip with her thumb.

              “Anything you want, babe, I’ll do.”

              Meg stood up and shimmied out of her shorts, taking her underwear with them. “You really don’t have to do anything. Just sit there and enjoy the ride.” She pulled my pants all the way off then straddled me, putting her hands on my shoulders, and stood over me.

              I grabbed my dick, and lined it up with her pussy. “All day, I want you to remember this. Just like I’m going to remember it every time I look at this chair today.” Meg slowly lowered herself onto my dick until she was fully seated. She raised up on her toes then slowly back down.

              I put my hands on her ass and squeezed. “She’s back.” I groaned, as she raised herself up and slammed back down on my dick.

              “You bring her out, Lo. Only you.” I loved this woman. She was it.

              She worked my dick with her pussy, up and down, while I worked her clit with my thumb. I claimed her lips, branding her with everything I had. Hoping she would realize this was it, she was all I needed.

              She threw her head back and her pussy gripped my dick like a vise. My balls tightened, I groaned, filling her with my cum. She flexed her pussy around me, milking every last drop from me. She dropped down on my dick and laid her head on my shoulder.

              “Best breakfast ever.” She whispered into my ear.

              I wrapped my arms around her and chuckled. “Yeah, babe. Definitely best breakfast ever.”

              “You don’t need to go. I’ve decided, Demon can handle whatever shit you’ve got going on. You have more pressing matters here.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned her forehead against mine.

“I wish I could, babe, but I have to go.”

“It was worth a try.” She whispered as she laid a quick kiss on my lips and lifted herself off me.

“There’s always later, babe.”

“I’m gonna clean up.” She whispered and dashed to the bathroom.

I zipped up my pants and cleared all the dishes into the sink. I was elbow deep in soapy water when she walked out of the bathroom.