Troy stalked out of the kitchen, and I smothered my laugh with the back of my hand. “Shush.” Meg turned into my body, burying her laughter in my chest.
“You didn’t call the fire department, did you?” Troy asked. He was wearing only boxers, and his hair was all over the place, and it looked like he had just woken up.
“Nah, man. Everything OK?” I peeked into the kitchen and saw Marley at the sink, vigorously scrubbing a pot.
Troy ran his fingers through his hair and stepped closer. “Water. Mother fucking water.”
Meg’s body was shaking against me, laughter racking her body. “Did she manage to make any coffee before she tried to burn the clubhouse down.”
Meg slapped my chest and finally unburied her head, and looked up at me, a goofy grin on her face. “She can make coffee. Well, at least this one time she did.”
“Laugh it up,” Troy growled, “but you won’t be laughing when I starve to death because Marley can’t even cook a simple egg.”
“Well, in her defense, poached eggs aren’t exactly simple. I think a plain fried egg would have been her best bet to try to make. Where the hell did she even get the idea to make poached eggs?” Meg turned around, and I wrapped my arms around her, her back to my front.
“Fucking Bobby Flay. She was watching the Food Network last night and got the bright idea to make eggs benedict for breakfast this morning.”
“Eggs Benedict? Holy hell. I barely ever make that. That’s like super hard. Hollandaise sauce is nothing to sneeze at.”
“Well, she didn’t even get to the sauce part. She put water on to boil for the poached eggs and the she decided to bring me coffee.”
“You lost me. How the hell did she burn the water then?” I asked.
“When she brought me the coffee, I didn’t know that she had started the water. We started talking and then she brushed up against me and then one thing leads to another and the next thing I know, the fucking fire alarm is blaring, and I’m trying to get to the stove through a cloud of smoke.”
“I think I know what Marley’s problem is, Troy.” Meg folded her arms over her chest and leaned back into me.
“Tell me. I need to fix this. I. Am. Going. To. Starve.”
“You’re the problem. You keep distracting her. When she burns the pizza, where are you?”
“Well, if we’re at home, usually in the kitchen with her.”
“Doing what?”
“Um, well, you know.”
Meg pointed her finger at him and shook her head. “Keep your damn hands off the woman for more than five seconds and I bet your problem will be solved.”
“You need to leave your girl alone when she cooks, man, otherwise she’s going to burn my God damn club down.”
“I give up. I’m not meant to cook. I was made for pizza and cereal with the occasional pop tart thrown in which I always manage to burn.” Marley walked out of the kitchen her shoulders slumped, looking utterly defeated.
“That’s not true, Marley. We figured out what the problem is. Mr. Can’t Keep His Hands To Himself. You need to stay away from Troy when you cook. He distracts the hell out of you.” Meg walked over to Marley and draped her arm over her shoulders. “Troy is the problem.”
“Wait. What… how… that…” Troy sputtered. “I’m not the one burning everything!”
“If you could keep your hands off of her for more than five minutes, there wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Yeah. She’s right!” Marley said, pointing at Troy. “Every time I burn something it’s because you grab me and have your way with me.”
“I never hear you complain while I’m doing it,” he growled.
“Well, that’s because I can’t think when you touch me,” she scolded him. I shook my head, not believing that Meg was able to spin this onto Troy.
“Lo Daze,” Meg mumbled.
“What the hell does Lo have to do with this?” Troy asked, just as confused as I was.
“Lo does the same thing to me. The second he touches me, I lose all train of thought and can only focus on him. You’ve got the Lo Daze except for not Lo,” Meg said, turning to Marley and put her hands on her shoulders “Troy Daze. Doesn’t have the same ring to it as Lo Daze does, though,” Meg mumbled.
“This is ridiculous. I’m not keeping my damn hands off of you, Marley. If that means every damn meal I eat is going to be burnt, then so fucking be it. You’re at least damn good at ordering pizza.” Troy pushed Meg out of the way and wrapped Marley up in his arms.
Meg walked over to me and crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re looking mighty smug, babe.”
She looked up at me, a smile on her lips. “I just saved us from burnt breakfast, Lo. You should be damn happy, too.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to my side. “Good job. Although that means you gotta make breakfast now.”
“I know. I’m used to being the one who always cooks.” She brushed a kiss against my cheek and headed into the kitchen.
“We’ll be out for breakfast later,” Troy mumbled, as he and Marley headed down the hall, both of them unable to keep their hands off of each other.
“Oh, wow, what is that smell?”
“That was breakfast until your mom stepped in and fixed shit. What are you doing here?” I asked as Remy walked into the clubhouse.
“Mom told me about Ethel the other day. I tried calling her this morning to see if we could go over there, but she didn’t answer. I figured I would just stop by and talk to her. Is that OK?” Remy asked, looking unsure about coming here.
I didn’t want Remy to think he wasn’t welcome here. He was going to start working in the garage next semester for work study in school, so I, of course, didn’t mind him being here. I was just surprised to see him now. “You’re good. You can come here anytime you want, you know that.”
“Cool,” he said, looking around, taking everything in. I suppose the common room of the clubhouse would look different to someone who had never spent time with an MC. It was basically a bar but more laid back.
“You drive here or did your dad drop you off?” Remy had been staying with his dad more since the whole locking down the clubhouse because of the Assassin bullshit.
“Dad dropped me off. He was going to go hit some golf balls with friends. I told him I would be back later.” Of course, the asshole was hitting golf balls, what a fucking asshat.
“We can hit up Ma’s after breakfast. You hungry?”
“Mom cooking?”
“Hell yeah,” I smirked.
“Then I’m starving.”
“Is that Remy I hear?” Meg asked, walking out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.
“Hey, Mom. Dad dropped me off, I hope that’s OK. I tried calling you this morning, but you didn’t answer.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I just woke up.” She pressed a kiss to Remy’s cheek and gave him a hug.
I really wanted to tell her she was a damn liar because we did not just wake up. Meg had first woken up three hours ago and proceeded to wake me up with an earth shattering blowjob that led into me eating her out and making her cum twice before I made her ride me again and then we came together. Then we fell asleep for another hour. But I guess I wouldn’t say that. “You make coffee, babe?”
“Yeah, I’ll grab you a cup. Sit with Lo, Rem. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. Marley was trying to make eggs benedict,” Remy wrinkled his nose, grossed out, “but I think scrambled eggs and Canadian bacon is what I’ll whip up.”
“Sweet. Better than nasty poached eggs. Damn things are weird.”
“Remy wants to swing by Ma’s, Meg. I figured after breakfast we can hit up there and then maybe after we can go to the movies or something.” I knew Meg had been missing spending time with Remy. It was just another reason why I needed to take care of the Assassin situation. Meg needed to spend time with her kid, but
with not knowing what the next move from the Assassins was going to be, she had been trying to keep Remy out of everything.
“Could we?” she asked, surprised.
“Yeah, babe. Ain’t got no clue what movies are playing, but you pick one, and we’ll go.”
“Yes!” she shouted and jumped into my arms. “That sounds perfect, Lo.”
“Sweet. I’ll check to see what movies are playing,” Remy mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he walked over to one of the couches and plopped down.
“You’re going to make this one of the best days I’ve had in a while,” she laughed running her fingers through my hair.
“You deserve it. I feel bad you haven’t had the time you need with Remy since you met me.” Her life actually had been tossed upside down since she met me.
“It’s not your fault, handsome. Plus, I know you’re doing everything you can to make everything better.”
I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her close. “I love you, babe. You need this.”
“Hmm, I love you, too.” She pressed a kiss to my lips, and I stepped back when she tried to deepen it.
“Kid,” I said, nodding over her shoulder. “Make breakfast and then you can have the day with Remy.”
“Alright, Lo. Best day ever, because I get to spend it with my two favorite guys.” She turned to walk into the kitchen, and I grabbed her arm, throwing her off balance, leaving her with no choice but to wrap her arms around me.
“Every day with you is better than the last,” I growled before I claimed her lips, not caring Remy was fifteen feet away.
I kissed her until she was breathless and she stumbled back, her eyes hooded and filled with desire. “You don’t play fair,” she whispered.
“I play for keeps, Meg. Nothing fair about that.”
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Chapter 16
Lo
“Finish up setting up this string of lights, and then I’ll grab the next strand.”
Remy grabbed the lights out of my hand and headed to the front of the house to finish putting up the lights on the front porch of Ma’s house.
We had been here for two hours, and it looked like it was going to be another hour before we got all of the lights set up. A half an hour after being here, Ma had started dropping hints that it was so close to Christmas, and her lights weren’t up yet. Meg had volunteered Remy and me to get them set up while she stayed in the warm house chatting with Ma. I was coming to find out that Meg was one hell of a manipulator. It was a damn good thing I loved her.
We had plans to hit up the six o’clock show at the movie theater two towns over, so we weren’t crunched for time, but setting up Christmas lights was not how I saw my Saturday playing out.
“You making my boy do all the work, handsome?” Meg walked out the back door and leaned over the railing of the back porch.
“Isn’t that why people have kids? Put ‘em to work?”
Meg laughed and brushed the hair out of her face. It was just under a week before Christmas, and it felt like winter had finally hit Wisconsin. “You should have a coat on. It’s well below twenty degrees today.”
She wrapped her arms around her middle and smiled down at me. “I already got one, Daddy Lo. I don’t need another. Unless you’re into the whole me calling you daddy thing. I read this book once, so hot. When he had her bent-”
“Babe, no. Not my thing,” I cut her off.
Her smile spread across her lips, and I knew she was just fucking around with me. “You sure? Anything with you always seems to be hot. We could always try it later, Daddy,” she whispered.
Her words went straight to my dick and wouldn’t you know it, I was turned on as fuck, and there was no way for me to do anything about it. I shook my head and laughed, “How the hell did we go from me telling you to put a coat on, to you calling me daddy and giving me a hard-on?”
“Because I just have that effect on you. If I said hot dog just right, I bet I could make you hard.” She crossed her arms over her chest and walked down the four steps and came to stand in front of me. “Hot dog,” she whispered, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Naw, babe.”
She leaned in closer, her lips by my ear. “Hot dog,” she breathed out, her breath warm against my ear.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. “Maybe just a little. Try corn dog next time.”
She busted out laughing, tossing her head back. “I think the only corn dog around here is you.”
“You know you’re going to pay for this later, right?”
“I hope so, Daddy,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to my neck. She slipped out of my arms and looked over her shoulder as she walked to the front of the house. “You coming?”
“Not yet,” I mumbled under my breath. I grabbed the last strand of lights and caught up to Meg. “Ma doing OK?” I asked, putting my arm around her shoulders.
“I think so. She’s still the feisty woman that she was the first day I met her. Gravel called, so I decided to see what you boys were up to when she was talking to him.”
“She say what time-” I stopped in my tracks and grabbed Meg, pulling her into my side. Remy was standing on the sidewalk in front of the house talking to someone. That someone was Big A.
“Lo, what the hell?” Meg asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Shush,” I growled. I had no idea what the hell Big A was doing talking to Remy, but I knew I didn’t want to surprise him. “Go back in the house and lock the front door.”
Meg’s eyes followed where I was looking. “Who the hell is talking to Remy?”
“House, now,” I ordered.
“No,” she said going toe to toe with me.
I kept my eyes trained on Remy and Big A, ready to make a move if Big A tried anything. “Meg.” She finally sensed that something was wrong and backed down. “House. Lock it up.”
“Lo, what about Remy?” She grabbed my arm and looked at Remy and Big A. Big A held his arm out, shaking hands with Remy and headed across the street and got into a dark blue sedan that was idling. Remy waved to Big A and headed up to the house.
I felt Meg move to walk to Remy, but I held her close, waiting for Big A to leave. “Listen this one fucking time, Meg. Don’t move.” I loved her hard-headedness, but sometimes I wanted to fucking duct tape her to a chair to make her listen to me.
Her body went solid, but she at least didn’t struggle to get out of my arms. Big A pulled away from the curb and his eyes connected with mine as he tipped his head and drove off. Son of a bitch. He knew that I was here the whole time. He must have been watching Remy and me, and I didn’t even fucking know it.
Remy came around the side of the house and stopped in his tracks when he saw Meg and I standing together. “Uh, everything OK?”
“I don’t know,” Meg mumbled. “Who were you talking to, Remy?”
“Um, he said his name was A. He was wondering about the neighborhood. He’s thinking of moving in and wondered how safe it was around here.”
“Son of a bitch,” I cursed, running my hands through my hair. “He say anything else?”
“No. That was it.”
“Lo, God dammit, tell me who the hell that was,” Meg demanded, pulling out of my arms. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting.
“It was Big A.”
Meg’s eyes got huge, and she gasped. “The Assassins?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“What the hell was he doing talking to my son?” she demanded.
“Fuck if I know. He was probably trying to get info out of Remy.”
“Um, you think I should know what the hell you’re talking about?” Remy asked.
“Don’t say hell,” Meg scolded.
“Mom, tell me what is going on? I had no idea who that guy was, but you and King seem to know him.” Remy crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Meg or I to
talk.
“I can’t tell you everything that is going on, but you just need to know if you ever see that guy headed your way again, you need to get the hell out of dodge. He has a beef with the club, and he will do anything to settle the score.”
“Settle what score?”
“It has to do with Cyn, hunny. Lo and the club helped Cyn, and that man doesn’t like that they helped her,” Meg added.
“So, someone is trying to hurt you guys, and now they might be trying to hurt me?” Fuck, I hated that it had come to this. I didn’t want the bull shit from the club to touch Meg or Remy, but now it was knocking on their fucking door.
“No one is going to hurt you. I’m going to put a man on you. He’ll keep watch and make sure nothing happens.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pulled up Leo’s number.
“Who are you going to have watch him? The club is spread thin already,” Meg said, biting her fingernails. She was beyond worried, and I was going to do everything in my power to take that worry away from her.
“Leo. I know he has more men. He’s dealing with some bull shit back in the city, but the Assassins are fucking with family now, and I’m not going to stand by and let it happen.” I swiped Leo’s name and put the phone to my ear. “Finish up the lights, Rem, and then we’ll head to the movies.”
Remy headed up the sidewalk, running his fingers through his hair, looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I had done that to him, and I was pissed off at myself.
“King, I didn’t expect to hear from you today.” Leo’s voice came on the line, but my eyes were trained on Meg. She was pacing back and forth, mumbling under her breath.
“Shit just touched my ol’ lady’s family, and I do not like it. I need someone on her son at all times, but I’m spread thin.”
“Say no more. I’ll send two of my best men to watch her son. It’s only right since you have been watching over Fayth for me.”
“I appreciate it, Leo. I have no fucking clue as to which way this guy is going to go next.”
“We’ll get him. My men will be there by eight tonight. Can you keep an eye on him till then?”
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