“Right now, all I want to do is forget about this whole day and lose myself in you.” He stepped forward, closing the door behind him. “Clothes. Off, now.”
“Lo, I really think you should think about your mom and-”
“Stop! Mention my mom one more time in the next two hours, babe, and you’ll have a one-way ticket to spending the night over my knee. I’m a grown fucking man who has had the shittiest day I can remember in a long time, and all I want is you. Just give me that. Please.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Lo was right. Maybe we both just needed to let go for the moment and just lose ourselves in each other. Our problems will still be there tomorrow.
I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head, tossing it in the corner. I reached behind me, fumbling with the clasp of my bra, managing to unhook it and sailed it over Lo’s head. “I only get two hours?”
Lo growled low. “I’ll take all fucking night if I have to.”
“Hmm,” I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied them down my legs. “You’re so demanding tonight,” I purred, sliding my underwear down and flipped them away with my foot.
“I know what I want,” he growled, stroking his cock faster and harder.
“Well, do you want my mouth right now?” I licked my lips again as another drop oozed out. I could never forget what he tasted like on my tongue, and right now I craved him. I slowly fell to my knees, cupping my breasts together.
“Fucking perfect,” he growled, taking the three steps toward me, his dick bobbing in front of my lips. I opened my mouth, kissing the tip of his cock. His breathing became labored as I reached up, grabbing the base of his cock, and slowly worked him down my throat. He threaded his fingers through my hair and held onto my head. He moaned deep when he hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed, “Son of a bitch.” My body hummed at his gruff words, and I knew I was driving him crazy, helping him forget his shitty day. “Stand up,” he gently tugged on my hair and helped me up off my knees.
“Hmm, why’d you stop me?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Because if I had let you go thirty more seconds, I would have gone off like a rocket. Your mouth drives me insane.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against his body. “Your whole body drives me crazy. I can barely keep my hands off you. You’re like a drug I can’t get enough of.”
I tilted my head back, his eyes were looking down at me. “You sure do know the right words to say, Lo,” I whispered.
“It’s the truth, babe. I can’t live without you. I don’t even want to try it.”
I stood on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his, knowing I had finally found what I was always looking for. “Come on, handsome.” I grabbed his hand and tugged him to the tub. “I think a shower is just what we need right now.”
I tossed the curtain back and stepped in, Lo following close behind. His hands roamed over my body as the water poured over us. He grabbed the soap, lathering it between his hands and spread it all over my breasts, teasing and taunting me with every touch. “I missed you today, Meg.” His hands glided over my arms leaving a soapy trail as they wrapped around me, lathering up my back.
“I missed you, too,” I whispered, closing my eyes, feeling his rough yet gentle hands claim my body.
He pushed me against the wall, his arms caging me in. He cupped my chin, his thumb stroking my jaw. “Thank you for being there for me today, babe.”
“You’re welcome, hunny.” I had never met a man so sweet that he makes me want to cry and in the next second he steals my breath away, demanding my body in every way I’ll give to him.
He pressed his lips to mine, slowly assaulting all my senses. One hand cradled my face, while the other slid between our bodies, one finger separating the lips of my pussy. I gasped as he flicked my clit and one finger pumped inside me, already building my desire. “So responsive,” he moaned against my lips. “Only for me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes, tucking my face into his neck.
“I’m gonna make you cum, and as soon as you do, I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you until you’re screaming my name, cumming again.” A small tremor rocked through my body, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. He flicked my clit while two fingers now pumped in and out while he assaulted my lips, taking and giving. I tossed my head back as he sped up, driving me to the brink then backing off, over and over. “You’re my greedy girl, aren’t you?”
I moaned at his words, knowing I should be ashamed, but I needed his touch more than my next breath. “Please,” I begged.
“You’re mine.” He leaned in his lips on my ear. “No one gets this but me.” His teeth tugged on the shell of my ear as his fingers pinched my clit and I fell over the edge, tossing my head back. He kept working me over, wringing every last tremor and moan from my lips. “Mine,” he growled in my ear. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on, fearful my legs wouldn’t hold me up anymore.
“One down, one more to go,” I smirked.
“So greedy.” Lo shook his head and grabbed my ass. “Climb up, babe. Time for you to go for a ride.” I managed to wrap my legs around his waist, his cock nudged between the lips of my pussy while he pinned me against the wall.
His fingers dug into my ass as he pulled away and slowly entered me. “I love when you fuck me like this,” I gasped.
“I love any way you let me fuck you. Your body was made for me.” I bit my lip as he pulled in and out, my desire already building again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he sped up, my breathing labored as I fought against the slow burn he was building.
“Lo,” I moaned over and over. I threaded my fingers through his hair and leaned forward, resting my forehead against his forehead.
“Open your eyes. I wanna watch you cum.” I bit my lip and opened my eyes, drowning in Lo’s dark green eyes that were filled with desire and lust.
“Logan,” I called as he slammed into me, teetering on the edge of oblivion. “I… I love… Logan… Logan,” I chanted over and over. He grabbed my hair and gently tugged my head back and rained kisses down my neck, sucking and nibbling. “Logan!” I screamed as my orgasm slammed into me as he bit my neck.
“You’re mine. All mine.” He pounded into me, taking everything I was giving, my heart included. “I love you, only you. Forever.”
I pressed a kiss to his lips, gently sucking on his bottom lip and he groaned low as his release came, filling me full. “Son of a bitch,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close. “Every time better than the last,” he whispered.
I rested my head on his shoulders and closed my eyes. This was what I always wanted. No matter the problem or obstacles we face, Lo and I were going to be there for each other. I had finally found a love that wasn’t going to fade.
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Chapter 13
Lo
“Why the hell am I always the one you send over there when this kid fucks up? Why can’t you send Demon, or hell, anyone else? I’m sick of dealing with this fucking kid.”
We were all gathered around the table, church winding down as I took care of the final little piece of business we needed to take care of. Leo’s nephew had been causing problems again, and it was time that shit got nipped in the butt. “You’re the only one I have available right now, Slider. Everyone is either working in the shop or dealing with Assassin bullshit.”
“Fucking bullshit.”
“Hey, just think of it this way. King made me watch out for Gwen, and now her ass is mine.” Gambler sat back in his chair, a smug look on his face.
“Trust me, I don’t fucking want this kid’s mom. She is the complete opposite of me. It’s amazing that Leo and she are related.”
“He’s fucking right. She’s got nerd written all over her. I mean, she works at the library. How much more of a nerd could she be?” Hammer laughed.
“You’re just pissed she’s smarter than you, Ham, although that don’t take
much,” Gravel grumbled, walking through the door. It was about time he showed up to church. The only reason he decided to show up today was because Meg had insisted taking Ethel to chemo and locked Gravel out of the house.
“She’s not geeky, it’s just… fuck, I don’t know what the hell it is. I’ve barely spoken two words to her, and she treats me like I’m the fucking plague.”
“Ah, so now we know what the problem is. Slider has finally found the one woman who can resist his charm. It’s about fucking time you have to work for something in your life.” Rigid stood up and grabbed his keys off the table.
“I don’t want her, so I don’t need to work for shit. She can hate me all she wants.”
“Well, just get over there and straighten out this fucking kid. He’s running around spouting shit that needs to be shut down.” Leo’s nephew was running around, acting like he was the drug runner in town, getting his ass into shit that he couldn’t get out of. In the past three weeks, we had to get him out of four different binds that wouldn’t have happened if he had just kept his mouth shut. “This is the last time I want this shit happening. I’ve had a talk with Leo, and he agrees that something needs to be done.” Leo had been out of town more than here. Apparently, his plan of opening up shop in Rockton had been put on hold since it seemed like everything in Chicago was self-imploding. “Squash it, Slider. I don’t fucking care what this chick does or doesn’t do to you. Your issue is the kid, not the mom.”
“Well, that’s easy to say, but I’m pretty sure the kid’s mom is going to have an issue with how I want to pound this kid into the ground and break his legs so he fucking stops.” I had never seen Slider so irritated before. Especially over a kid and his mom.
“Then you’re going to have to find a different way to handle this. Use your head, not your fists.”
Slider stalked out of the room, mumbling about guns and where to hide a body. “Yo, Roam, I want you with Slider. Make sure he keeps his fucking head on straight.” Roam nodded, shoving his phone in his pocket and followed Slider without protest. I wish all the brothers were like Roam. The fucker barely talked and always did what I asked him. Although he did have a tendency to disappear for weeks at a time; hence his name, Roam.
“What time were the girls supposed to be done at the salon?” Rigid asked.
“Not a fucking clue. I’m still confused why the hell they’re even there right now. Meg has been going on and on about how she needs to have Gwen and Marley do a run through of everyone’s hair to make sure they know what they are doing the night of the wedding. I told her she didn’t need her hair done up, I’d rather her look like she does every day, and all I got was a pillow to the face and told to shut up. I wasn’t about to ask her this morning what time they were going to be done.”
“Yo, you fuckers done in here?” Troy was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Rigid asked.
I knew why he was here, and I knew none of these fuckers were going to be happy. “We’ve got an appointment in half an hour. We need to fucking go. Y'all's fucking meetings take forever, talk more than fucking women,” Troy said.
“What the hell do you mean, appointment? I can’t remember the last time I had a fucking appointment.” Rigid, Gambler, and Demon all looked confused as fuck. This was all my fault, but I would basically do anything to make Meg happy. But the thing of it was, she hadn’t even asked me to do this. I just knew this was something she wanted.
“What the fuck is the appointment for?” Demon demanded.
“I can’t believe you didn’t fucking tell them,” Troy laughed. “Oh, this is going to be good. I’ve at least had a week to get used to the idea. You tell them, I don’t feel like getting my ass kicked today.” Troy pulled out one of the empty chairs and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest.
All three guys turned to me, and I knew I had to fucking tell them. Although, maybe I could just knock them all out and drag them to the tux place. Yes, I was going to wear a fucking tux for the wedding, and I was going to make all these fuckers wear one, too. Misery loves company. “Get your asses up, we’re going to the fucking tux shop.”
“What the fuck! Gwen said Meg wasn’t making us wear fucking tuxes. We could wear our cuts. I call fucking bullshit.” Gambler stood up, slamming his chair back into the wall.
“That is what Meg said. But I know what the hell Meg wants. She wants us all in tuxes, but she knew you assholes wouldn’t do it. So, I’m gonna surprise her, and I’m gonna make you fuckers do it.”
“Hey! What about Slider? I’m not doing it unless he does.” Fucking Rigid thought he had found an out, but he was wrong.
“Slider went yesterday and got fitted.”
“Son of a bitch! You wait until Cyn and I get married, you’re wearing a fucking speedo down the goddamn aisle.” Rigid stormed from the room, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Don’t fucking let Meg know!” I knew he was texting Cyn about it, which was fine, as long as she didn’t tell Meg.
“I can’t believe how fucking whipped you are,” Demon said, shaking his head as he flipped his phone over and over in his hand.
“I’m not fucking whipped; I’m just giving Meg something I know she wants but won’t ask because she knows I’ll fucking hate it. I’m not happy about it either, but I know the look on her face when she sees me will be worth it.”
I glanced over at Gambler, who had his nose buried in his phone, his fingers typing furiously. Both Rigid and Gambler ran to their women when they had a problem. I would say they were each a bit whipped also. “If you put me in anything that is pink or purple, I will break both of your arms and steal your woman and her dog.” Demon strode out of the room, shaking his head. “All of you are whipped assholes,” he mumbled.
“Well, that was entertaining,” Troy laughed.
“Get in the fucking truck, fuckers. Let’s get this shit done and then I have something else to do.” The second stop was also a surprise for Meg, but this stop I knew everyone else was going to like.
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Meg
“Holy fuck, I look like Pipi Longstocking. What the hell did you do to me?”
“Relax, I already know what I’m going to do with your hair.”
“Then why the hell do I look like Pipi instead of a sexy, ravishing beauty.” The girls and I were gathered at the salon, going over wedding hair and plans. My ass was planted in Gwen’s chair, and at the moment, I was having a mini freak out over what she was doing to my hair. “I need to look like a princess.” I might also be slightly intoxicated. Slightly.
“Would you stop it,” Gwen scolded, knocking my hand out of the way. “The wedding is less than two weeks away, and you’ve managed to go this long without being a bridezilla, don’t start now.” She unraveled the braids she had twisted my hair into, and my hair fanned out on my shoulders in big waves. “The day of ‘I do’ will be a better curling job, but this will do for today. My plan is to make you Meg on steroids.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Cyn asked, sitting in the chair next to me. Marley was working on her hair, piling it up and making it cascade down the back. “Are you going to pump her up?” Cyn flexed her arms and talked like the Terminator.
“Big hair gets you closer to Jesus,” Jackie called from the bathroom. Marley had just finished her hair, and she was admiring it in the mirror. “Although I think that’s a southern thing.”
“It is. I have a cousin down south who has the biggest hair I have ever seen. I swear it’s full of all the lies and secrets she tells. Evil bitch.” Jackie stuck her head out of the bathroom, and we all looked at Gwen. “What? She tried stealing my boyfriend when she came to visit.”
“The gay one?” Cyn asked.
“Wait, a gay boyfriend? I feel like I’ve missed so much,” Jackie gasped.
“No, not the gay one. Dylan was before the gay one. We were both seven and damn Alicia came up to visit and tried stealing him away. Thank God Dyla
n had some taste and didn’t fall for her. Plus, he realized she lived over five hundred miles away. Definite deal breaker.”
“Shit, Guy, is here, I don’t have time to hear about the gay boyfriend.” Jackie dug her phone out of her pocket and put the phone to her ear. “I’ll be right out,” she mumbled into the phone. “You’re telling me all about the gay boyfriend at the wedding, I won’t forget,” she said, pointing her finger at Gwen.
“Oh great, I’m getting married, and you’re looking forward to talking to Gwen about her gay boyfriend. I see where I rate.”
“Oh, please. You finally got the fairytale ending, I couldn’t be happier for you.” A car honked its horn, and Jackie sighed, and bent over to pick up her purse. “And here I was all ready to jump his bones with my banging new hair, and all I want to do now is rip his nuts off for honking the damn horn at me. Later, girls.” Jackie waved and flitted out of the salon, yelling at Guy as soon as she opened the front door.
“You don’t really think she’s going to rip his balls off, do you?” Marley asked. We all spun around and faced the window. Jackie was opening the passenger door, ranting and raving at Guy, who was just silently sitting there, waiting for Jackie to shut up. I had seen them like this so often, I knew what was going to happen next.
Jackie’s arms were flailing and swinging around as she yelled, pointing from the shop and the truck. I could only imagine what she was saying. She finally stopped screaming and just sat there looking at Guy. He leaned over, wrapped his arms around her and kissed the living hell out of her. Jackie wrapped her arms around him, and you could see the fight drain out of her. Guy knew exactly how to handle Jackie. They had been together for so long, it was a wonder they didn’t finish each other’s sentences.
“Aw, I’ve always loved the way Guy handles Jackie. He lets her go off and then he just loves her.”
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