Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series (17 page)

“Do you like it?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“I fucking love it. It’s perfect. You got my name on you babe.” Lo stated.

I flipped back over, facing Lo. “I wanted you to always be with me. I figured this was a good way.”

He rained kisses over the tops of my breast and chest, sending shivers through me. “Thank you, babe.”

              “Lo.” I called. He ignored me and pulled the cups of my bra down and sucked and tweaked my nipples, making my back arch, digging my nails into his back.

              “Lo.’ I moaned. ‘I need you to kiss me.” I pleaded.

              “I am, babe.” He mumbled as he worked his way down my stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue around my belly button.

              “No, on my lips. I
need
it.’ I moaned out as he dipped his tongue inside. I grasped his head and tugged it up to look in his eyes. ‘Now, Lo.” I demanded.

              “Fuck yeah.” Lo rumbled as he leaned up and captured my lips.

              The kiss started out slow and sweet. He swept his tongue across my lips, begging to be let in. I parted my lips, welcoming him in. The kiss went from soft and sweet, to hard and wild, our hands roaming over each other, tugging clothes off.

              “Pants. Off.” I breathed out as my hands worked on undoing the button on his jeans. Lo batted my hands away, apparently fed up with my fumbling fingers.

              I felt Lo shift off the bed as I focused on getting my pants off. As soon as I slide the zipper down, my pants were tugged off me and Lo sailed them across the room. “You sure do like throwing my clothes.” I remarked as I watched them land next to the TV.

              “You had too many on, you still do.” Lo rumbled, climbing back on the bed with me. He pulled my panties off, throwing them over his head. I giggled, watching them join the growing pile of clothes. His dick hung low, scraping the bed as he crawled on his hands and knees over me. He straddled my hips, sitting back on his calves, gripping his dick, stroking it.

              “Lo, I need you.” I whimpered.

              “Say it again.” He demanded,

              I watched his hand, stroking up and down, a drop of precum oozing out. I trembled, arching my pussy up, begging for his dick. “I love you.” I groaned, desperate.

              Lo closed his eyes, still stroking his growing dick, and shivered. “I’ve loved you since that first kiss, Meg.”

              “Outside the bar?” I whimpered.

              “No, that first night.” I ran my hands over my breasts, thrusting my pussy up, silently begging for Lo to put it in.

              “We didn’t kiss that night.” I was fully in the Lo Daze, so things were a bit fuzzy, but I knew we didn’t kiss that night.

              “I kissed you on the forehead. I knew than you were mine.” Lo gripped his cock, teasing the lips of my pussy with it.

              I arched into him, my back completely off the bed. “That’s crazy. You barely knew me.”

              “I knew enough. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life getting to know you. I love you.” Lo groaned as he thrust in me, taking my breath away.

              We both groaned, savoring being together again. “I loved you when you spewed all your bull shit at me last week.” Lo pulled out, leaving only the tip inside me.

              “It wasn’t shit.” I hissed out.

              Lo thrust back in and lowered his body over mine. “My dick buried in you and you throw sass at me. Fucking love it.” Lo growled out.

              “Just fuck me, Lo.” He was driving me crazy. I flexed the inner walls of my pussy around his dick, Lo groaning above me.

              “Impatient much?” Lo asked, pulling out, this time all the way.

              “Yes.” I groaned, frustrated.

              “Say it again.”

              I reached up, trailing my fingers across his dick, gripping him in my hand. “I love you with everything I have Lo. I’m yours.” I squeezed his dick, stroking another drop of precum from him.

              “Argh.’ Lo groaned, ‘You’re fucking perfect for me, Meg. I love you, too. You’re all I need.”

              “Good. Now give me all I need.” I rubbed my thumb over the tip of his dick, spreading his cum over the four metal balls. I lined the tip up with my pussy and thrust my hips up. Lo thrust down into me.

              “Always.’ Lo growled. Lo rocked in and out, building me up, and begging for more. ‘So fucking wet.”

              I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles flex as he thrust in and out. “I love you, Lo.’ I whispered into his ear. ‘Always.”

              “Fuck.’ Lo quaked above me. “Fucking close babe. Fuck.” He doubled his efforts, slamming into me, bringing my release closer.

              “Me too, Lo. Ahh, fuck me harder.” I pleaded.

              Lo braced his arms on each side of my head, his hips pistoling into me. He roared above me, his cum filling me.

              “I love you.” I called out as I fell over the edge into my own release.

              Lo grunted above, milking every last drop into me. I rocked my hips, purring like a cat, coming down from the best orgasm of my life.

              Lo dropped on top of me, still inside me, chuckling. “Are you laughing?” I whispered, to wrung out from my orgasm to even throw sass.

              “Yeah, babe. I think the whole clubhouse heard you yell out you love me.” Lo buried his head in my neck, his body shaking.

              “Yeah, well, they needed to know.” I whispered, content, even though everyone probably did just hear me.

              “I love you, Meg. Always.” Lo rumbled into my neck.

              “Always.” I whispered back. Totally wiped out.

              “Sleep?” Lo asked.

              “Yeah, for some reason I didn’t sleep very well this week.”

              “I’ll get the light. You wanna clean up?” Lo asked as he pulled out of me. I felt his cum dribble out of me, coating the lips of my pussy.

              I reached down, spreading it all over then licked my fingers. “I’m good.”

              “Fuckin’ perfect.’ Lo growled as he watched me. He stalked across the room, flipping the light switch off. ‘I need you again.” He growled as he climbed back into bed.

              “I thought you were tired?” I asked.

              “I was, but now I decided I need to show you how perfect you are with your ass in the air and your head buried in my pillow.’ Lo flipped me over, careful of my shoulder. ‘I need you.”

              “Ok.” I mumbled into the pillow.

              Lo gave it to me doggy style, best orgasm ever (again), and we both collapsed onto the bed. “I love you Meg.”

              “I love you too, Lo.” I whispered back.

              “Always.”

              “Always.” I vowed.

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Lo

              She was back.

              Fuck yeah.

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Chapter 26

Meg

              I had to pee.

              I was laying on top of Lo, arms and legs twined together, head resting on his shoulder. I raised my head and looked down at him. I loved this man and he was all mine. Plus it was a bonus he loved me back.

              My bladder reminded me I needed to pee, so I slide off Lo. Before I made it two inches off him, his eyes popped open. “Where are you going?” He demanded. I heard the sleep in his voice, making his gravelly growl even more ruff. I clenched my legs as I felt his voice all the way to my pussy.

              “Bathroom, baby.” I whispered.

              “Right back here after.” He mumbled as he shut his eyes and let me go.

              I scurried off the bed, watching Lo. His breath evened out, letting me know he was sleeping again. I looked around in the dark, only making out one door. I peeked in, seeing it was his closet and shut it.

              “Shit.” I whispered. There had to be a bathroom close by. I grabbed Lo’s shirt tugging it on over my head, then grabbed my panties, which were hanging off the corner of the TV. I giggled as I pulled them on, Lo really did like throwing my clothes around.

              I glanced at the clock by his bed, seeing it was only twelve thirty. I had only been asleep for a half an hour before my bladder had woken me up.

              I snuck out the door, quietly shutting it behind me, and looked up and down the hall. The party was still in full swing. I glanced towards the common room and saw people in various stages of undress and headed the opposite direction.
So
not ready to deal with that yet.

              I rounded a corner and saw a guy leaning against a door, smoking, I looked down at myself thankful Lo’s shirt went to my knees and that I had thrown my panties on. I quickly turned around, not wanting to talk to someone in just Lo’s shirt.

              “Fuck me. Where you going, baby?” I heard boomed behind me.

              I peeked over my shoulder and saw the guy moving towards me. He had a cut on like Lo’s. I looked at his right shoulder, looking for the patch that said his name. Slider. This was the guy Lo was yelling about when I knocked on his door earlier.

              “You must be fresh pussy, baby. I didn’t see you around before.”

              He thought I was pussy? I was strangely excited about that. Only because the pussy he was talking about were all the girls who were half dressed that I had seen when I walked in, and they were all gorgeous. Except I think pussy was free game around here. Uh O!

              “I’m not pussy.” I said. I tugged Lo’s shirt down, trying to cover more skin.

              “Come tell me that in my room, Sugar tits.” Sugar tits? Really?

Slider slide his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

              Oh shit. I pulled back, trying to get out of Slider’s arms, but he just tightened his grip on me. Time to pull out the big guns. “Um, you might want to run that by King.” I replied, still trying to get away.

              “King don’t fucking care where I stick my dick sweetness.”

              “I’m sure under normal circumstances he doesn’t, but just this one time you might want to ask him.” I pleaded.

              “Keep squirming, baby, I like it rough.” Slider whispered in my ear.

              “Leave her the fuck alone.” I heard hissed behind Slider. I peeked over his shoulder and saw Speed leaning against a door frame, shirtless. We clearly must have interrupted him.

              “She yours?” Slider called to Speed.

              “I fucking wish.” Speed snapped.

              Aww, that was nice of Speed. I would have to bake him something. He really was nice. I felt Slider’s arms tighten around me. Focus Meg.

“Go find your own pussy then.” Slider bellowed. He slide his hand down my ass, cupping it.

I really needed to get the fuck out of here. “Um, so I get you don’t believe me, because you think I’m pussy and all.’ I heard Speed chuckle behind us, muttering about pussy and I think I heard King’s name a couple times, but I continued on. ‘But you trust Speed right? He’s your brother or something like that. We’re both telling you the same thing. How about we head back to Lo’s room and we have a talk with him. Get everything squared away. I know where it is.” I put my hands on Slider’s chest, trying to pry us apart.

“Get your fucking hands off her.” Uh OH again! I guess Lo wasn’t asleep when I left.

“I saw her first King. Plus this bitch just called you Lo, no one calls you that. Let me take care of her.” Slider squeezed my ass and I kid you not, I heard Lo growl from ten feet away.

“Meg. Over here now.” I looked over my shoulder at Lo, was he joking, I had been trying to get out of Slider’s arms before and he wouldn’t let me go.

“Meg?’ Slider asked, shocked. I felt his arms loosen. I pushed against his chest, pushing away from him. I stumbled out of his arms, amazed he had let me go. ‘You’re Meg?” He asked me.

“Um, yeah.” I stammered, wondering why my name made him let me go.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me! Where the fuck is your property patch!” He roared at me. Yes, he actually yelled at me like I was the one at fault. I mean really!

“Who the fuck just grabs random woman walking around! Your name should be Caveman not Slider! And I’m not part of the club, why the fuck would I have a patch!” I roared back at him.

“Meg, over here now.” Lo called.

I scooted back to Lo, not wanting to piss him off. When I was in arms reach, he grabbed me and pulled me to him. “Hi.” I squeaked out. Yup. Squeaked.

“What the fuck are you doing out of my room?” He questioned.

I put my hand on his chest and leaned back to look him in the eye. “I
told
you I had to pee. I was looking for the bathroom.” I sassed at him.

“The fucking bathroom is right next to the god damn bed, babe.” Lo snapped back.

Oh shit. “Really?”

“Yeah, babe, really.”

“Oh, sorry. My bad.’ I mumbled. I buried my face in his neck. ‘It was dark, and I couldn’t see, and I didn’t want to wake you up, so I figured I could find the bathroom on my own.”

“Is this shit for real?” Slider asked behind me.

“Yeah, fuckwad. Meg ain’t no fucking pussy.” Speed called. I heard a door slam, figuring Speed had went back in his room.

“This is kind of my fault, Lo, don’t be mad at Slider.” I insisted.

“You tell him no, babe?”

“Of course!” I yelled. I mean really, I had just had two mind blowing orgasms. Did he think I was trolling around the hallway looking for more? Geeze!

“Then it’s all on him. Yeah, you should have property patch, but I had other things on my mind when you walked through my door tonight. Head back to the room, babe.” Lo kissed me on the forehead and set me to the side. I saw his eyes travel to Slider and his fists clench.

Totally time to get the fuck out of there. “Don’t hurt yourself, Lo! Your face is too pretty to be bruised and bloodied!” I called over my shoulder as I rounded the corner, headed straight for Lo’s door.

I swung the door open, flipping the light switch on. Fuck me, he was right. Next to the bed on the right was an open door to the bathroom. Guess I didn’t have very good night vision.

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Lo

“Tell me I did not just see you with your hands all over my woman.” I seethed at Slider. Mother fucker was unbelievable. I just got Meg back and already I was going to smash my best friends face in because she was fucking perfect and everyone knew it.

“I didn’t fucking know she was yours!” Slider insisted.

“She tell you she was mine?”

“Well, yeah, kind of. She told me to let her go and go talk to you. Put a fucking patch on her!” Slider ran his hands through his hair, worry etched across his face. Fucker knew he had fucked up.

“She’s mine Slider and I plan to let the club, fuck the whole world, know. I so much as see you lay a finger on her or look at her with anything more than a glance, I will fucking end you.” I growled.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. Now just fucking punch me so I can find some actual pussy.”

“With fucking pleasure.’ I pulled my arm back and slammed my fist into Slider’s jaw. He collapsed on the ground, holding his jaw. ‘She’s mine.” I growled.

“Get her a fucking property patch.” Slider called out.

I walked back into my room and slammed the door shut behind me.

“I’m sorry, Lo. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” Meg trembled.

She was sitting in the middle of the bed, legs crossed, and a frown on her face. “I know, babe. Just, Jesus Christ, don’t walk around the clubhouse half naked. I probably would have done the same thing as Slider if you weren’t mine.’ I walked to closet and pulled a box off the top shelf and set it in front of Meg. ‘You need to wear this whenever we go out. Especially if I’m not with you.” I told her.

Meg ripped the cover off and sailed it across the room. She peel the tissue paper off and stared into the box. It was a leather cut with patches on the back. The top rocker said ‘Property of King’ and the bottom rocker said ‘Devils' Knights’.

“Is this like a biker’s equivalent to an engagement ring?” She asked, still staring at it.

“Kind of. Although you’re still going to get a ring. Eventually. This just says you’re mine, telling all those fuckers to keep their hands off.”

“Oh, ok.’ Meg pulled it out of the box and ran her hand over my name. ‘Why are you called King?”

“Gravel gave it to me.”

“Why?”

“When I became a prospect, Gravel was my sponsor. The way he tells it, I thought I knew it all and acted like I was fucking King. He started calling me King, and it just stuck.”

“I like it. Does that mean I’m your queen?” She giggled at me.

“It means you’re my everything, babe. But yeah, you wanna be my queen, then fuck yeah.”

“So I have your name on my shoulder and now on my back. What about you?” She asked.

I walked to my desk and pulled open the middle drawer. I grabbed the paper sitting on top and slammed the drawer shut and handed the paper to Meg.

“I had that drawn up yesterday. Pretty fucking ironic you thinking you were a caged bird before, babe, because I always saw you as this beautiful bird that was too afraid to fly. My tattoo guy came up with that.” I said as I climbed on the bed behind her, wrapping my body around her.

She opened the paper and gasped. It really was fucking awesome. I had planned to have my guy start on it Monday, wanting him to be done with it before she came back to me, but that didn’t work out.

It was an intricately drawn bird made out of swirls and lines that had its wings spread high, flying. Underneath, Meg’s name was scrawled out. I planned on getting it on my side.

“That’s my name.” She whispered, staring at the picture.

“Yeah babe. Everyone will know you’re mine and I’m yours. I’m not gonna change my mind babe.”

Meg got up, placed the drawing back in the drawer, and looked at me. “I love you, Lo.” Meg said, then launched herself at me. She landed on top of me and straddled my hips. “Always.” She whispered.

“Always, Meg.” I whispered back.

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Meg

I was sprawled out on top Lo,
completely
in the Lo daze. The lights were turned off, the TV playing softly in the back ground. I was tracing the wings of his fallen angel on his chest with my fingertips, my eyes heavy with sleep.

Lo was running his fingers across over my shoulders, careful of my tattoo. “Did it hurt, baby?” Lo asked.

“Not that bad. Probably would have been worse if I had let Cyn talk me into getting my nipples pierced too.” I felt Lo tense underneath me and growl. He jackknifed off the bed, hauling me up with him.

“You’re gonna get your tits pierced, babe?”

“You like the idea of that, Lo?” I asked as I ran my hands up my stomach and cupped my breasts through his shirt I still had on.

“Fuck yeah, I wanna see your sweet tits, little barbells in them, begging for me to suck them.” He growled, pulling me chest to chest with him.

“Hmm, Lo, your pocket is vibrating.” I whispered in his ear, kissing his neck.

“It’s yours, babe. It woke me up before when you were gone. I grabbed it when I went to look for you.” Lo replied as he grabbed it out of his pocket and handed it to me.

I leaned back and pushed the hair out of my eyes, grabbing the phone. It stopped vibrating. I hit the power button. “Five missed calls.’ I murmured, hitting buttons, checking to see who called. ‘Cyn called. I bet she was calling to bitch about her ex. She was meeting with him tonight.” I told Lo.

“Call her back, babe.” Lo insisted.

I swiped across her name and put the phone to my ear. “She’s not answering.” I whispered to Lo.

“Voicemail?”

“Not ye-”

“Meg.” Cyn croaked out.