Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series

by Winter Travers

  “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 co
uld 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.

  “He’s sweet to me and he does dishes. How did I get so lucky?” Meg leaned against the counter and smiled at me.

  “She’s gorgeous, the best lay I’ve ever had, and all mine. We both got lucky babe.” I dried my hands off and hung the towel up. “I’ve got to run, babe. See you at six?”

  She walked into me and wrapped her arms around me. “I’ll miss you. Be careful, O.K.?” She looked up at me, and I could see the fear creeping back in her eyes.

  “Always. If I get done sooner than six, I’ll let you know, babe, pick ya up early.” She smiled at me. Fuck, I loved her.

  “Text me if you get a chance, otherwise I’ll see you at six.” She reached up on her tiptoes and laid a kiss on my lips.

  I walked out the door, hopped on my bike, and looked back at Meg’s house. She was standing at the front door and waved at me.

  I started my bike up and threw a wink at her and headed to the clubhouse, hoping this shit wouldn’t take until six. The sooner I got this done, the sooner I would be with Meg.

  I was a fucking goner, and I fucking loved it.

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  Chapter 19

  Lo

  We pulled into an abandoned warehouse off 47 that was a little more than an hour away from the clubhouse.

  After leaving Meg’s, I meet up with all the brothers, and had discussed what was going to go down.

  Demon had been talking back and forth with Big A, and they had come to some agreement but Big A said he wanted to meet with me. I had decided that I was going to bring Demon, Rigid, Speed, and Turtle with me for the meet, leaving most of the guys back at the clubhouse.

  “You sure this is the place?” Rigid asked Demon.

  “This is the place. Looks like that’s them right there.” I looked over my shoulder and saw two lowered Cadillac’s pull in.

  “Let’s get this shit done, brothers.” We all climbed off our bikes and waited.

  Two guys got out of each of the Caddies. I looked them over, trying to figure out which one was Big A. It really wasn’t hard to figure out. There were two young Mexicans who looked to be the muscle, one that looked like he wanted to be in charge but kept looking at the last guy, taking his cues from him.

  Big A, wasn’t big at all. He was about 5’5”, skinny as a fucking toothpick, bald but with a rat tail coming out the back. He had on shorts and a t-shirt that were two sizes too big and sunglasses covering his eyes.

  “Hola, amigo. It’s about time I meet the infamous King.” Big A said.

  “Big A.” I nodded my head at him, and waited for him to make the next move.

  “I feel like you are not too happy to be here. I thought I was doing you a favor taking over your territory.”

  “This ain’t no social call, its business. And I’m pretty sure we are doing you a favor, handing over our very profitable territory.” I growled. I did not like this guy.

  “I meant no offense hombre. What’s say we go inside, get out of this heat, and discuss things so you can get back to your woman?”

  I glanced at Demon, wanting to know if he had told Big A about Meg. Demon shook his head at me, knowing the silent question I had just asked him.

  I looked back at Big A, knowing this was not going to be a man I could trust. “Just like I am sure you want to get back to your woman.” I replied, not knowing if he did have a woman or not.

  I saw Big A flinch, knowing I had made my point. He thought he knew about me, but he now had doubt in his mind, thinking that I knew about him.

  “Speed, go check out the warehouse, then we can go in.” I commanded. Speed headed into the warehouse, one of Big A’s men following him.

  Demon turned his back to Big A and looked at me. “Not a fucking clue how he knew about Meg, King. Fucker must have someone watching, trying to find shit out about us. He does have an ol’ lady, been with her for four years, not a lot know of her. I bet he’s trying to figure out how you knew, good call.”

  “Find out how he knows about Meg. He’s got ears in our town, I want them to go deaf.”

  Demon nodded at me and flipped his phone opened. He walked a couple feet away, firing off orders to Gravel.

  “I don’t trust this fucker.” Rigid said to my side.

  I watched Big A, not talking to any of his men, just watching me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Neither do I brother. We get this shit handed over to him, we leave no ties with him. I do not want to be associated with this fucker.”

  “He is definitely someone you need to watch your back around. Don’t know how the fucker knew about Meg. Only the brothers know about her.”

  “Demon’s sorting that out right now. This shit does not touch Meg.”

  “She’s the reason you wanted out of the drugs, isn’t she?”

  I looked at Rigid thinking back to when we had done the vote to get out of the drugs. “Yeah, guess she was. I hadn’t even really touched her yet, but I knew if I wanted to be with her, I had to get my shit straight. Going legit is good for not only the club, but for me too. Meg is my endgame brother. I nailed her down last night and I’m not letting her go.”

  Rigid nodded his head and looked back at the warehouse and we watched Speed walk out. “It’s clear, King.” Speed said.

  “Let’s get this shit done.”

  The sooner we got things laid out with Big A, the sooner I could forget about the fucker, and the sooner I could get back to Meg.

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  Chapter 20

  Meg

  Creamy banana cream bars, white chocolate s’more bars, and peanut butter Twix bars were all laid out on the kitchen island cooling while I was taking a quick shower, freaking out about going to the clubhouse.

  After Lo had left, I finished up the dishes from breakfast and did a quick inventory of my baking supplies, making a list of the things I needed. I had planned on making one kind of bars, not wanting to look like I was
trying to impress anyone and figured bars were a good choice for a party. No plates needed and less mess.

  I decided on the peanut butter Twix bars, but then worried if someone was allergic to peanuts (were bikers allergic to anything?). I decided to make white chocolate s’mores bars, also, but then I realized both bars had chocolate and figured I need to make something without chocolate and decided to go with the banana bars.

  I spent almost an hour at the grocery store buying everything I needed, then spent the rest of the afternoon with music blaring and baking.

  I was now standing in front of my mirror, bra and panties on, when I heard a pounding on the front door. I glanced at my phone to see if I had missed Lo calling me, but saw no missed calls, and wondered who was at the door. I ran to my bedroom, quickly threw on some sweats and a tank, and ran to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Cyn.

  “Cyn! Is everything ok?” I asked worriedly as I threw the door open.

  “Hardly, but nothing new. I thought I would stop by and see what you were up to tonight.” Cyn walked in and plopped down on the couch. “I vote we order Chinese and watch The Proposal for the fiftieth time, pausing and rewinding to watch Ryan Reynolds ass.”

  “As appealing as that sounds,’ it totally sounded appealing, ‘I’m supposed to be at the clubhouse in an hour. You should come with.”

  “Ha! I’ll pass. Especially if that asshole Rigid is going to be there.” Cyn hissed.

  I leaned back in my chair and looked at Cyn. You could visibly see the toll her break up with Asshat was taking on her. Her eyes were rimmed with dark circles and bags, and it looked like she had lost at least ten pounds. She was wearing cutoff jean shorts and a tank top that had the word ‘LIAR’ splashed across the chest. I had been seeing her at work every day, so I was a witness to her decline. Cyn was like me, never really dressed up, but we still cared about how we looked. We are jeans and t-shirt kind of girls but we could rock the hell out of them. Now, Cyn just looked tired and I was starting to get worried about her.

  “I can stay home. Let me send a text to Lo, and then we can order Chinese.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pulled Lo’s number.