Keeping Meg (Devil's Knights #6) (10 page)

“You do know the reason why guys are like that is because they think it shows how well the woman is with her tongue, right?” Gwen laughed, picking up a cherry and popped it in her mouth.

“Well, I may not be able to tie this little fucker into a knot, but Troy can attest that I’m good with my tongue.” Marley twisted the cap back on the cherries and stuck them back in the fridge. “I might also have a gut ache from the ten plus cherries I just ate.”

“Pizza is here,” Gwen called when there was a loud knock on the door. Marley darted out from behind the bar and grabbed her purse on the way to the door. That woman had a serious obsession with pizza.

“Oh,” she gasped as she opened the door. We all turned on our stools and saw Troy standing at the door holding the pizzas.

“I should have known you would have ordered pizza. Especially after King told me how tanked Meg was.” Marley stepped back as Troy, and all the guys walked through the door.

Gambler grabbed a box off the top of the pile as he walked past Troy and opened the box, grabbing a slice. “Hey! We’re going to Paige’s for dinner,” Gwen scolded.

He walked over, holding the piece up to her mouth and she took a huge bite. “One slice isn’t going to fill me up, doll.” She slapped him on the chest, and he pulled her into his arms. “You ready?” He set the box on the bar and shoved the rest of the slice into his mouth.

“Yup.” Gwen grabbed her purse off the bar, hitching it over her shoulder and grabbed Gambler’s hand. “Later,” she called as Gambler pulled her out the door.

I spun the box around to me, opening it and grabbed a huge, cheesy slice out. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” I moaned after I took a huge bite and watched Lo saunter over to me.

“Scale of one to ten, how drunk are you, babe?” He asked as he grabbed a slice from the box.

“Seven, possibly eight,” I mumbled with my mouth full. I had been trying to keep it around a five, but one wine cooler led to another and here I was, shoveling my face full of pizza and trying not to fall off of my bar stool.

“Bring it down to a six in the next hour. I’ve got something I need to show you in my room.”

I leaned forward, resting my hand on his shoulder to keep me from falling over. “I’ve seen everything you’ve got, handsome, and I am more than ready to go to our room now. Drunkenness be damned.”

“Eat up and start drinking water,” Lo laughed, signaling to Turtle, who was now behind the bar serving up drinks.

“Aye aye, captain,” I mumbled, taking another huge bite.

Lo grabbed the stool next to me and sat down as he grabbed the water and glass of whiskey Turtle set on the bar. He turned to hand me my water and grimaced as he twisted. “What’s wrong?”

Lo reached out, grabbing my hair and ran it through his fingers. “New hair?”

“Yeah. Gwen and Marley did it.”

“I like it.”

“Well, that’s good. Now, answer my question. What’s wrong?”

“I’ll show you when we get to our room, babe.” He tossed the shot of whiskey back and lined it up on the bar for another one. “Eat.”

Well, now I didn’t feel like eating because I wanted to know what the hell was wrong with Lo. “Not until you tell me why-”

“Eat,” he ordered. I grabbed another slice of pizza, shoving half of it in my mouth and chew while I glared at him. “Even pissed off you’re hot as hell.”

I grabbed my glass of water, washing down the pizza and slammed it down on the counter. “You’re killing my buzz.”

“You’ll get over it.” Lo grabbed another slice from the box, folded it in half and ate it in two bites. “As soon as we get to the room I’ll show you, promise.”

“Hmm, you also promised to tell me the other secret you’re keeping from me, but that hasn’t happened yet.”

“Because you don’t need to know what that one is. The less you know, the safer you’ll be.” He grabbed the refilled shot Turtle set down and tossed it back.

I grabbed the box with half a pizza still in it and my glass of water. “I’ll eat in our room. Let’s go.” I marched down the hallway, looking behind me to make sure Lo was following. He stopped to talk to Hammer and Demon, who were starting a game of pool. He had a beer in one hand and his eyes on me as he talked. “Five minutes, Logan,” I warned, turning around and kept walking to Lo’s room. I knew it drove him crazy when I called him Logan, so hopefully he hurried his ass up.

I balanced the pizza box on top of my glass of water, which, by the way, was not easy with me being in the eight range, and opened the bedroom door, stumbling in. After I tossed the pizza box on the bed and set my glass on the bedside table, I stripped off my pants and shirt, throwing them in the direction of the hamper and grabbed one of Lo’s shirts out of the dresser. I pulled it over my head and flopped down on the bed. I grabbed Lo’s pillow, shoving it under my head and curled up on my side and watched the door, waiting for Lo.

He had a lot of explaining to do. I could tell that he was hurt when he grimaced, and I noticed Lo held his side when he stood up. Something happened when he was out with the guys today, and I wanted to know what. I just hoped that it had nothing to do with the Assassins. In my head, I had been secretly wishing that they would just up and disappear. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore.

I heard footsteps coming down the hall, hoping it was Lo and not someone else. I had left the door open and was laid out in only a shirt and panties. “Babe,” Lo growled, leaning against the door frame. “Please tell me you’ve got shorts on under that shirt.” I swallowed hard and decided silence was my best bet. He walked into the room, shutting the door behind him and pulled his shirt up over his head, and I gasped when I saw the huge bandage that was covering his side.

“What the hell happened?” I asked, sitting up on my knees. Lo turned away from me, peeling off the tape and tossed the bandage in the garbage. “Lo, I swear, if you’re going to show me a knife wound or something, I might puke.”

Lo laughed, shaking his head and turned to me.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. “That’s… that’s…”

“That’s the tattoo I’ve wanted to get for a couple of months. You were my caged bird who was afraid to fly when I met you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and all I could do was stare at it. The bird was so intricately drawn but yet so simple. The wings were spread high, flying with free abandon and my name was scrawled underneath. “That’s my name.”

Lo nodded his head and looked down at the tattoo. “Yeah. He had your name on the wing before, but it felt like I was trying to hide your name. I don’t hide you in my life, babe, I’m not going to hide your name.”

“You’re crazy,” I cried. “You put my name on your body and everyone can see it. Well, when your shirt is off they can.” I scooted further to the end of the bed, trying to get a better look at the tattoo. He stepped forward, and I put my hands on him, framing the new tattoo. “This was the important thing you had to do with the guys today?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah. Rigid has been bitching he needed to get some ink done, so I went with. Gambler also got some ink, too.”

“I love it.” His hand reached up, cupping my face and he leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips.

“I’m glad. Now take that shirt off and get under the covers.”

“So bossy,” I whispered, reaching for the hem of my shirt.

“And you like it.” He stepped back, popping open the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. He definitely had a point, I thought, as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. “How much did you miss me today, babe?” He pulled his jeans down his legs, stepping out of them and stood at the edge of the bed.

I licked my lips as my gaze traveled over his rock hard body and the impressive bulge that was dying to get out of his boxers. “Um, a little bit.” I was trying to be coy, but I knew that wasn’t going to last long before I would be begging for him to take me.

“Just a little?”

“Maybe some.”

“Is some more than a little?” Lo asked, grabbing his cock, stroking it through his boxers.

My mouth went dry as I watched his hand. “Yes.” I reached forward, wanting to help Lo but he batted my hand away and stepped back.

“Not before you tell me how much you missed me, babe.”

“Not fair. I’m drunk.”

“That doesn’t mean anything besides the fact you’re horny as hell. Tell me how much you missed me.”

He was right about the horny part. Damn, this man knew me well. “I missed you, now come here so I can stop missing you.”

“Hmm, much better.” He pulled down his boxers, letting them fall to his feet. His hand stroked his cock, but he didn’t step closer to me. “Take off your bra and panties.”

“Are you going to come closer if I do?”

“Only one way to find out. Do it.” I pulled down my panties then sat down on my ass, pulling them off. I reached behind me, unclasping my bra and tugged it down my arms. “You got what you want, now give me what I want.”

“And what is it that you want, babe?” His hand kept stroking his cock, up and down, a drop of cum seeping from the tip.

“You. I want you.” Lo stepped forward, and I scooted to the end of the bed, my feet touching the floor. I spread my legs, and he stepped between them, his hand stroking his cock by my mouth.

“Open,” he growled. I glanced up at him, and his head was turned down, his eyes filled with desire as he watched me, waiting. I put my hands on his hips and slowly opened my mouth. I leaned forward, my tongue licking the drop of cum off the tip and he moaned as I opened my mouth and slid him into my lips. He moved his hands, threading them through my hair as I worked him down my throat, then slowly started bobbing up and down, my tongue caressing his hard shaft.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped as he hit the back of my throat and I swallowed, sucking his dick in even more. His hands gripped my head and slowly lifted me up. I let Lo take control as my mouth stayed around his cock as he thrust his dick in and out of my lips. “You’re mine. All mine,” he moaned. He pulled completely out, his cock bobbing in between us. I reached up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Lay back on the bed.” I scooted back to the middle of the bed and laid down, waiting for Lo.

He climbed up the bed and crawled up to me, pressing kisses up my body the whole way. “Are you ready for me?” He asked his lips right above my pussy.

“I’m always ready for you,” I purred as he parted the lips of my pussy, his tongue zeroing in on my clit.

“I’ll never get enough of your taste, babe. You drive me crazy.” His mouth was on me, licking and tasting all at once. I bucked my hips, grinding my pussy into his face, unable to control myself. Lo knew just what to do to drive me crazy. I spread my legs, digging my heels into the bed, and I clutched the blanket in my fists trying to control my moans and screams.

“Lo,” I gasped as he nipped my clit with his teeth, a tremor rocking through my body “More.”

He sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch. “You’ll get more when you’re on top of me, riding my dick.”

“Um.” Shit, I hated being on top. It felt good, every position with Lo felt good, but I was just so on display when I was on top.

“Damn it, Meg. I can see that shit swirling around in your head again.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. “Tell me.”

I chewed on my lip and turned my head, not looking at him. “You see
everything
when I’m on top.”

“I see everything all the time, Meg. When I take you in the shower, when I bend you over the bed, especially when I lay you out on the bed and have my way with you. I like everything.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead against his forehead. “Except gravity takes over when I’m on top. I’m thirty-six years old, soon to be thirty-seven. Things are not where they use to be.”

“Fucking bull shit,” he growled, wrapping his arms around me and flipped us over, my body on top of him. “Fucking ride me.”

“No. I don’t want to.” I tried sliding off, but he grabbed my arms and jackknifed off the bed, wrapping his arms around me.

“Get the bull shit out of your head and stop thinking. No one is in this room but me, so just stop. I love every curve and inch of your body. I especially love it when you’re on top, riding the hell out of my dick.”

“I just think-” He slammed his lips down on my mouth, cutting off any thought that I had. His tongue swept into my mouth, his fingers delved into my hair holding me still. He kissed the hell out of me, making all of my doubts and, as Lo liked to call it, bullshit melt away.

“Ride me,” he growled against my lips.

I opened my eyes and looked at the man I loved and sighed. I took a deep breath and pushed on his shoulders, “Sit back and enjoy the ride.” This was what Lo wanted, and I was going to give it to him.

He pressed a kiss to my lips then reclined back on his arms and watched me, waiting. “Show me what you’ve got.”

“You better be thankful I love you,” I mumbled.

“I thank God every day you’re mine, babe. Every day.” And that right there was why I loved this man.

I straddled his waist and slowly lowered myself down, his rock hard dick slowly entering me. I put my hands on Lo’s chest and closed my eyes when I was fully seated on him. “Best feeling in the world,” he growled, grabbing my hips, his fingers digging into me as he flexed his fingers.

I dropped my chin to my chest and closed my eyes. Nothing compared to being connected to Lo. He was the piece that I was missing all these years. I lifted my hips up, slowly raising off and moaned at the loss of him. “I love you,” I gasped as I slid back down. I sat up, arching my back and leaned back, my hands grasping his thighs to hold myself up. I rocked my hips up and down, each movement driving me closer to the edge of madness.

“Take it, babe. Take it all,” he growled low.

“Yes,” I chanted over and over. Every time I lifted up, Lo thrust up as I came back down. “I need you,” I moaned.

“Take it, I’m yours.”

I threw my body forward, landing on his chest, face to face. My eyes connected with his and I whispered, “I love you.”

He grabbed my ass and thrust up, hammering into me. “I love you, too,” he moaned. He kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. I ground my hips down with every thrust of his hips, searching for my release.