Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series

by Winter Travers

  I saw Turtle behind the bar who nodded to me and I nodded back. We made it to a hallway and Demon stopped. “Fifth door on the right, babe.”

  That was all he said. No good luck, or wise words of wisdom. Just, ‘Fifth door on the right.’ Shit.

  Being in the hallway, the music wasn’t too loud and I could finally hear myself think. I rubbed my shoulder, feeling the bandage underneath it, reminding me of why I was here.

  I pressed my ear to the door trying to hear any noise, but heard nothing.

  I straightened from the door and raised my hand to knock. This was it, time for me to stop being scared and to go after what I wanted.

  I rapped three times on the door and waited.

  “I swear to fucking Christ, Slider, I fucking told you I don’t want none of whatever the fuck you’re sending to my door. Go the fuck away.” Lo boomed from the other side of the door.

  I strained my ears to hear any movement, but heard none. Apparently Lo thought I was Slider or someone sent by Slider and he wasn’t going to answer the door. Shit.

  I knocked four more times, loud and impatient knocks, and waited again.

  “I can’t not believe this shit, I said go the fuck away!” Lo boomed again, but this time the door whipped open and I was face to face with Lo.

  “I don’t know who Slider is.’ I replied. ‘Do I still have to go away?”

  “Fuck no.” Lo growled. God I loved when he growled at me, all low and gravelly. I missed this man more than I knew. I looked him up and down, no shoes or socks, ripped jeans hanging low on his hips, no shirt. Sexy, as always.

  “Hi.” I squeaked out. I was apparently back to squeaking.

  “Darling.” Lo replied. He didn’t look mad to see me, but he surely wasn’t rolling out the red carpet, welcoming me back. I was obviously going to have to work for this.

  “Can I set my bag down?” I asked. It was pulling on my shirt, irritating my shoulder.

  “Depends on what’s in it. That my stuff I left at your house?”

  “Um, no. I put that stuff in my top drawer of my dresser. You’re not getting it back.” I replied as I tossed my bag around Lo, into his room. He had only left an undershirt and a Devil’s Knight Shirt the last time he was at my house, but he seriously was not going to get them back. I had been sleeping in the t-shirt because it smelled like him.

  “Really?’ Lo smirked at me and crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Pretty sure that’s called stealing darling.”

  “It’s not stealing per say if you leave it at my house with no intention of coming back to get them.” I replied and I crossed my arms over my chest mimicking Lo’s stance. I was a little annoyed I had come over here to express my undying love for him and we were discussing a t-shirt.

  “Oh, I was coming back for it babe, along with some other things that are mine that I want back.” Lo insisted.

  He had to be talking about the undershirt, which he was so not getting back. I needed to get this conversation back on track. “We need to talk, Lo.”

  “Then talk, darling. I’m listening.” He just stood there and stared at me. I really couldn’t get a good read from his stance of whether or not I had a fighting chance of getting him back. Oh well, here goes nothing.

  “I’m lonely.” I said.

  “Really? How so?” Lo demanded.

  “I’m lonely when I’m with Cyn, when I’m with Remy. I feel like I’m missing something when I’m in a room full of people. I couldn’t figure out what was missing until tonight.” I stopped and wait for Lo’s reaction.

  He gave me nothing. Just stood there with his arms crossed, waiting for me to continue. “A little participation on your part would not go unwanted right now, Lo.” I demanded.

  “This is your show darling. Tell me what you figured out.”

  “I’m afraid. Or I was.”

  “So you’re lonely and afraid?” Lo questioned.

  “Yes, well not afraid anymore and, hopefully, not lonely for long.”

  “Darling, you’re talking in circles right now.” Lo smirked at me.

  He was so right. I was bumbling through this, not making any sense. I looked down the hall towards the main room of the clubhouse and saw some chick grinding on Speed. “Do you think we could go in your room?” I asked as I watched Speed lift her top up and suck her nipple in his mouth. I felt my face heat from the blush I knew was spreading across my cheeks and swung my eyes back to Lo.

  Lo leaned out of the door and looked down the hall. He shook his head. “Take it to a fucking room Speed!”

  I looked back at Speed and saw him flip off Lo and not make a move towards a room. I knew this was Lo’s world and I needed to learn to live in it if I wanted to be with him, but I didn’t think I would ever get used to seeing that. “Would you ever do that to me?” I asked Lo, my eyes still watching Speed who now had taken the girls top off, still sucking on her nipple, but now palming her other tit. The girl had her head thrown back, arching her back, thrusting her boobs at Speed, obviously not concerned they were out in the open.

  “Pretty sure I have done that to you before, babe.”

  My head swung back to Lo. “You have not!”

  Lo looked at me smirking, “You already forgetting everything I’ve done to you, babe. Remember when we were in the shower, and the water was running down your sweet tits and I leaned for-.”

  “Stop! That’s not what I meant! I totally remember that. I meant would you ever do that to me like, out in the open, where everyone could see?” I don’t think I could handle that. I was comfortable with Lo seeing me naked, but no one else.

  “To an extent. Fuck yeah we’ll probably kiss and grope each other in public, but let those fuck wads see what’s mine? Fuck no.” Lo hissed.

  “I’m still yours?” I whispered.

  “You never stopped being mine, Meg.”

  I was so going to slip into the ‘Lo Daze’ before I said what I needed to say. “Please, Lo, can we go in your room?” I pleaded.

  Lo stepped back into his room, sweeping his arm out. “Whatever you want, babe.”

  I walked in, taking in his room. It was pretty basic. A desk with a mess of papers spread all over it was to the right of the door with a black mini fridge next to it. A huge king size bed with black sheets and comforter sat on the wall opposite of the door. I swung my head to the left and saw a huge ass flat screen TV hanging on the wall that was muted but it looked like ‘Pacific Rim’ was playing. I only knew that, because it was Remy’s favorite movie and he had made me watch it countless times.

  Lo moved behind me and swung the door shut, closing us in together. I heard the lock slide in place then Lo slide his arms around me from behind. “I think we were talking about how you’re lonely and scared, babe.”

  I leaned back into Lo and let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. I wanted to stay in Lo’s arms, but I knew there wouldn’t be much talking for long if I stayed there. I moved out of his arms, towards the bed. I turned around and looked at Lo. “I’m lonely without you, but I’m scared to be with you. I like who I am and I’m worried that you are going to consume me, then there won’t be me anymore and then if we break up, I have nothing left. I was lost this past week without you though.”

  “Babe, you ever think the same thing could happen to me? This past week has been hell without you. I decided I was going to give you one more week to figure your shit out then I was coming for you. You’re afraid I’ll consume you? Fuck, you consumed me that first night at the bar and I didn’t even talk to you for more than half an hour and I knew I was a fucking goner. I’m yours Meg.” Lo insisted.

  I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I let Lo’s words surround me, playing over in my head. You consumed me that first night. I’m yours. Everything I needed to hear and more.

  “I love you, Lo.” I whispered.

  I heard Lo gasp and I opened my eyes. His hands were fisted at his side, his breathing rapid. “Say it again.” He demanded.

 
“I love you.” I said louder.

  Lo charged at me, knocking me into the center of the bed with him on top. “Say it again.” He whispered as he ran kisses across my cheek and down my neck.

  “I love you, Lo.” I giggled as his whiskers tickled me.

  “Stay the night, please.” He begged.

  “I figured that was kind of a given with my bag I packed, but yes.” I ran my hands up his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath my fingers.

  “I missed your taste.” Lo pulled my shirt up and over my head and tossed it on the floor. “What the fuck, babe?”

  I knew Lo had seen the bandage on my shoulder. Time for the big reveal. “I made a quick stop before I came over. Well, not exactly quickly. More like a couple hour stop, but you get the point.” I was rambling.

  “Flip over, let me take it off.” Lo ordered. Lo sat back on his haunches and I flipped over, sitting on my knees.

  He carefully peeled the bandage back and I heard him gasp. “I kind of took the whole ‘caged’ thing and ran with it.” I had gotten an old fashioned bird cage that had the door swung wide open with a bird flying away with the quote ‘Facing your fears will set you free’. I had Lo’s name worked into the bird’s wing. I loved it.

  “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.