Devil’s Knights MC Box Set 2

by Winter Travers

  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.

  “More,” I gasped. Lo thrust one more time, his hand reaching between us and flicked my clit. My orgasm slammed into me, throwing me over the edge. His hands grabbed my ass and thrust hard, finding his own release. My pussy milked his cock as my desire rolled through me. He grunted low, grinding his cock into me, and I felt his cum shoot into me.

  I collapsed on top of him, satisfied and completely wrung out. “God.” Lo’s body shook underneath me, but I didn’t have the energy to move. “Why are you laughing? You just completely wrecked me, and you’re laughing.”

  “You can just call me Lo, babe. No need to call me God.”

  “Ha, ha, you’re so funny,” I muttered into his neck.

  His laughing stopped, and his hand caressed my ass. “I fucking love you, Meg. I’m fucking balls deep inside you, and you still manage to make me laugh.”

  Hmm, what could I say, I was a comedian. “You’re welcome,” I sighed.

  “You gonna sleep, babe?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You wanna get cleaned up first?”

  “No,” I mumbled, half asleep, relaxing into his body.

  “I think I might need to, though.”

/>   I opened my eyes and looked up at Lo. “What?” Whenever he asked me if I wanted to clean up or not, he let me do what I wanted.

  “I think my foot is in the pizza you brought in.”

  “Oh fuck,” I laughed, looking over my shoulder. Sure as shit, his foot and half of his leg were covered in pizza. “How the hell did you have sex like that?”

  “I didn’t fucking notice it until we were done. Now, all I smell is pizza, and my leg is sticking to the blanket.

  I planted my face in his chest and busted out laughing. Only this would happen to me. Phenomenal sex ends with the best orgasm of my life and Lo’s leg in a pizza. “Still the best sex of my life,” I howled, laughing.

  Lo grabbed my ass, grinding his dick into me and laughed. “Damn right, babe.”

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  Chapter 15

  Lo

  “What the fuck is that smell?” I was walking down the hallway to the common room with my arm around Meg’s shoulders. I looked over at her, and she had her hand plugging her nose, and she was breathing through her mouth.

  “Oh fuck. I bet Marley is trying to make breakfast,” she wheezed.

  “That’s breakfast?” I asked, slowing my pace, not sure if I wanted to go any further. “It smells like a fucking tire fire was roaring in the kitchen with the slight smell of burnt bacon.”

  “You just paint a picture with your words, Lo. I can imagine a pile of tires burning in the kitchen with Marley roasting bacon over the flames,” Meg giggled, grabbing my hand and pulling me the rest of the way to the kitchen.

  The smell worsened with each step and sinking back into bed with Meg looked better and better.

  “Turn back now,” Demon mumbled, walking past us. “I don’t know how a woman that gorgeous has no ability to cook. It was just water.” Demon ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head.

  “It’s like we’re walking up on an accident scene,” Meg mumbled.

  “It was just a pot of water with a little vinegar in it. I was trying to make poached eggs for everyone,” Marley wailed from the kitchen.

  Meg glanced at me, and her eyes were bugged out of her head. “Poached eggs?” she whispered. “She hasn’t mastered toast, but she’s trying poached eggs? What the hell is Marley smoking?”

  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 okay?” 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 then 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 King 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 okay?” 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 okay. 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.