Devil’s Knights MC Box Set 2

by Winter Travers

  “Sounds good, hun. Did you want to come with us, Cyn?” Ethel asked.

  “If you were going at say, noon, I’d totally come, Ethel. Eight o’clock does not exist to me at this point in my pregnancy. Sleep is king.”

  Rigid walked through the front door, his eyes immediately searching Cyn out. “You ready for bed, beautiful?” Rigid asked, walking over and kneeled in front of her. He brushed the hair out of her face and my heart melted a bit at the gentle way Rigid had with Cyn.

  “I could lay down.”

  “You already are,” I laughed.

  Cyn rolled her eyes and threw the pillow she had behind her head at me. “Wyatt has been kicking the hell out of me today. Bed sounds good.” Now she was calling the baby Wyatt? I would definitely have to try to talk her out of that one.

  “I already told you, beautiful, we are not naming our kid Wyatt.” Rigid grabbed both of her hands and help her off the couch.

  “Well, we for sure aren’t calling him Axel,” she huffed.

  Axel? What the hell were these two thinking? Have they heard of normal names? Although I wasn’t really one to talk, I named my son Remington. “You two have plenty of time to figure out what to name the baby. I wouldn’t stress over it,” Ethel said standing up.

  “We going, woman?” Gravel asked.

  “Yeah. If I need to be at Meg’s by eight, we should head home and get to bed.”

  I glanced at my watch seeing it was only a little after seven. Ethel and Gravel going to bed before eight o’clock? Seemed to me that maybe Ethel also had another present Gravel needed to unwrap. “Whatever you say, woman,” Gravel mumbled walking out the front door.

  “Oh, that man is just rainbows and sunshine,” she sighed hitching her purse up on her shoulder. “I’ll see you in the morning, hun. Bye you two,” Ethel called. “Bye, ya’ll!” She waved to Lo and Troy and followed Gravel out the door.

  Cyn and Rigid headed down the hall to their room, both listing off names that they wanted for the baby. It was going to be a miracle if those two actually came up with a name they both agreed on in the next five months before the baby came.

  “I’m ready for my present,” Lo growled in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled my neck.

  “Did you finish your game?”

  “Troy wandered off to find Marley. It didn’t take much to find her. She’s in the kitchen, trying to make some casserole for breakfast tomorrow.”

  My stomach instantly rolled at the idea of Marley making a casserole, and I thanked God that Ethel was picking me up at eight so I would have an excuse not to eat it. “Hmm, looks like you’ll have to suffer through that on your own. Your mom is going shopping with me tomorrow for all the food for the wedding.”

  “I’ll just sleep till noon and pray that Marley is out of the damn kitchen.”

  “She just needs to practice, Lo,” I laughed, reaching up and running my fingers over his rough cheek. “You didn’t shave today.”

  “She does need to practice, just not on me. That’s why she has a man. He can choke her food down; I don’t need to.” He pressed a kiss to my hand and spun me around, his arms going around my waist. “You like when I don’t shave, babe.”

  “Hmm, I have become partial to your beard.”

  He leaned down, his lips hovering above my mouth. “I want my present. Now.”

  “Come and get it.” I pressed a kiss to his lips, pushed out of his arms and sprinted down the hall to our room.

  I glanced over my shoulder right before I turned the corner and saw Lo slowing stalking down the hallway. A thrill ran through me at the blatant desire that was all over his face. I made it to our room and threw the door open. I slipped in, shutting the door behind me and sprawled out on the bed and waited for Lo.

  His present wasn’t going to unwrap itself.

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  Chapter 20

  Lo

  I stalked down the hallway, my eyes on Meg right before she turned the corner and disappeared. Meg had been teasing me all day, and she was driving me crazy with every small touch and lingering glance.

  These five days couldn’t go fast enough before I make her mine forever and lock her in our room for three days. We couldn’t have a honeymoon right now, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t fuck her six ways to Sunday after she said I do.

  As soon as I turned the corner, I saw our door close, and I slowed my stride knowing she was either undressing or sprawling out on our bed. I hoped it was both of them.

  I opened the door slowly, and the light from the hallway lit up the room, and my eyes fell on Meg, who was laid out on the bed, laying on her side. “It’s about time you got here, handsome.”

  “I was hoping you would be undressed by the time I made it here.” I closed the door behind me, leaning against the door and crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Hmm, I told you that your present still needs to be unwrapped.” She slid off the bed, slipping her shoes off as she walked over to me. She stood in front of me, her hands on my chest and stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Your last present is under my clothes,” she whispered against my mouth.

  My hands went to her hips, pulling her to me. “I fucking love you,” I growled, slamming my lips down on hers. She moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck and my hands slid around to her soft, plush ass. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist and deepened the kiss. I could get lost in Meg’s kisses. She gave so much in each one that all I wanted to do was drown in her.

  I turned around, pinning her to the door and my hands went to the hem of her shirt. I slowly pulled it up, my hands exploring her body as my tongue invaded her mouth. She lifted her arms over her head, and I pulled her shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Her tits were encased in a bra I had never seen before. It was dark purple with black lace around the edges that pushed her tits up, offering them to me. “Holy fuck.”

  “I thought you might like it. Wait till you see the panties.”

  My hands immediately went to the button of her jeans, tugging them open. She dropped her legs to the floor, her arms on my shoulders and I pulled the zipper down. I pulled her jeans down, kneeling down in front of her. I was face to face with her sweet pussy that was wrapped up in a tiny dark purple thong that matched her bra. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her stomach just above her panties. “Fucking perfect and mine.” My hands snaked around, grabbing her bare ass, and I buried my face in her pussy, inhaling her scent.

  “Lo,” she gasped as I tugged on the tiny triangle of fabric that was covering her pussy. I pulled it down with my teeth, exposing her bare, sweet cunt.

  She put her hands on my head, steadying herself, but also letting me know she didn’t want me to move. She spread her legs, and I tugged her panties all the way off, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. I looked up at her, and her eyes were hooded with desire and her hair was hanging around her like a curtain. “I need you,” she whispered, biting her lip.

  Those were the only three words I needed to hear for the rest of my life. With her, I had everything I would ever need. “Keep those legs spread, babe,” I ordered. I didn’t give her time to respond. I buried my tongue inside her, flicking her clit and feeling her body tremble under my hands. Her fingers delved into my hair, gripping and pulling with each touch and taste of her.

  I pumped my finger in and out of her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. I wanted her to cum on my dick, but I had to taste and tease her. My touch was torture to her, but so was the taste of her on my tongue.

  “Lo,” she gasped as I sucked her clit into my mouth, nipping it with my teeth as I released it. Her knees buckled, and I knew she wasn’t going to be standing for much longer. Her hands gripped my head, and she hung her head down, watching as I devoured her. “More, please,” she begged. I pumped my finger into her one last time and pulled away. “No,” she gasped, stepping towards me. “Don’t stop.”

  “I want you coming on my dick.”
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  “I will. Later. Right now I want to come all over your tongue,” she insisted.

  I stood up and pulled her into my arms. “As good as that sounds, babe, I want that sweet pussy wrapped around my dick while I fuck the hell out of you, and you scream my name so the whole clubhouse hears it.”

  “Oh, I think I can manage that,” she whispered. I walked us backward, my arms around her, and I fell back when my calves hit the bed. I pulled her with me, needing her warm, soft body on top of me.

  “You still have your clothes and boots on, Lo,” she said, pushing against my chest and stood up. She pulled on the laces of my boots, pulling each one off and throwing them on the floor. I popped open the button of my jeans and tugged the zipper down just as she yanked on the hem of my jeans and pulled them down my legs. I leaned forward and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor with our growing pile of clothes.

  “Much better. Just one last piece,” she mumbled, climbing up between my legs. She pulled my underwear down, and I lifted up on my elbows.

  “I think you forgot one piece, babe. Bra. Off. Now,” I bit off. She reached behind her back making her tits thrust forward. I watched the show she was putting on as she unhooked it and slowly worked the straps down her arms. I stroked my cock as she grabbed her lush tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. “We still need to get those pierced, babe. Maybe that can be your wedding gift.”

  “My wedding gift is pierced nipples? I think that’s more of a gift for you,” she laughed.

  “Probably. Although I’m sure you’ll like it just as I will. I won’t be able to keep my mouth off of you.”

  “I like when you don’t keep your mouth off of me.” One of her hands snaked down her stomach, touching everywhere my hands itched to touch. She cupped her pussy, tossing her head back as she parted the lips of her pussy and stroked her clit. My hand sped up, watching her bring herself to ecstasy with her own touch. Just the thought of her pleasuring herself drove me mad with desire. Watching her bring herself to the edge of desire was enough to make me cum all over my hand and stomach.

  “Stop,” I growled, jackknifing up, grabbing her around her waist and pulled her on top of me. “So fucking hot,” I groaned, burying my face in her tits. “You’re supposed to be cumming around my dick, babe, not your fucking hand.”

  “Then get to fucking work,” she laughed.

  I flipped her over, covering her with my body and pinning her to the bed. Her hair was fanned out around her, and her breathing was heavy as she looked up at me, waiting for my next move. “Spread your legs,” I ordered. She spread her legs, digging her heels into the mattress and put her hands over her head.

  I kneeled between her legs, stroking my dick and grabbed her tit, pinching the nipple. My cock teased the lips of her pussy, and she bucked her hips, begging for me to fuck her. “How bad do you want me, babe?”

  “So bad,” she moaned, arching her back into my hand. I kneaded her breast and growled, watching her body trembled with need for me. She bucked her hips again, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I plunged into her, needing her. Her warm pussy tight and soaked as I thrust in and out. I groaned low as she reached down, grabbing my balls. She stroked and touched them, driving me insane.

  She sat up, leaning back on her elbow and watched as my cock disappeared inside her. “I could watch that all day,” she purred.

  She tossed her head back as I slammed into her and I knocked her hand away, unable to handle her touch anymore without exploding too soon. “Who do you belong to?” I thundered.

  “Lo… Logan. I belong to you,” she trembled. I felt my orgasm building, knowing with each thrust I was closer to tipping over the edge and filling her up.

  I fell on top of her, caging her in with my arms and buried my face in her neck as I searched for my release in her sweet body. She wrapped her legs around my waist, forcing my dick to hit even deeper with each thrust. Her moans and breathing became short and labored. And I knew she was close. “Cum for me,” I demanded, covering her mouth with my lips. My tongue delved into her mouth, stroking and licking as my hands explored her body, touching and caressing every inch of her.

  “I love you,” she gasped as she exploded, her pussy squeezing me like a vice. She tossed her head back, shouting my name as I plunged into her on the edge of my release.

  I pounded into her, fisting the sheets in my hands. She tilted her hips up, and I groaned low as my release slammed into me, my body trembling. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, as I slowly pumped into her, wringing out every last ounce of pleasure from her body.

  “Merry Christmas,” she whispered sweetly in my ear.

  “Merry Christmas, babe. This was the best Christmas that I’ve had in years,” I mumbled into her hair.

  “Hmm, you make my heart hurt when you talk like that, Lo.”

  “Just the truth.” I rolled off the side, laying down and she snuggled into my arms, closing her eyes.

  “I’m glad I get to be that for you, Lo,” she mumbled.

  I brushed the hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re everything to me, Meg. Without you, I know I’m nothing.”

  Her eyes lazily opened, a small smile spreading across her lips. “I think you’re supposed to save this for the wedding day during our vows.”

  “I’m going to tell you every day, babe. At least ten times.”

  “I love you, handsome,” she whispered, caressing my cheek. “I know you love me by the way you treat me. By the way, you let me be crazy but are always there to reel me in. I know you love me because I feel it in the way you look at me.”

  “I will fucking love you until my last breath,” I promised, resting my head against her forehead. “Till the stars fall from the sky, you’re mine.”

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  Chapter 21

  Meg

  “You want to explain to me why there are twelve crock pots in my room?” Roam asked, stalking down the hallway to me.

  I was standing on a ladder that was precariously leaning to the left, trying to hang the last of the decorations for the wedding that was tomorrow. Fucking tomorrow. I tried not to freak out, but every time someone mentioned that we were down to mere hours away from me becoming Mrs. Birch, I had to fight off a panic attack. “Because I didn’t know that you were going to be in town. I asked Lo where to put them, and he said your room. If you let people know where you are, you wouldn’t come home to crockpots all over your room.”

  “Lesson learned,” he laughed. “I couldn’t miss the prez’s wedding, though. I cut my plans short and headed back.”

  “Well, I’m glad you’re here, Roam. But it looks like you’re sleeping with twelve crock pots until tomorrow morning.”

  “Bunk in Slider’s room. He’s been staying at Fayth’s so his bed is empty,” Lo said, walking out of the kitchen, a beer and wine cooler in his hand.

  “Who the hell is Fayth?”

  “Leo’s sister and Slider’s pain in the ass,” Hammer called. He was standing on top of the pool table hanging the last of the lanterns from the ceiling.

  I had managed to put everyone to work, Lo included, who at the moment seemed was taking a break. My goal was to make the common room look more like a reception hall and less like a den of debauchery. I was basically trying to shine a turd.

  “Here, babe,” Lo said, holding the wine cooler up to me. If Lo had handed me a drink an hour ago, I would have yelled at him and told him to get back to work. Now, after all, the day of cleaning, cooking, and decorating the cake, a wine cooler looked pretty damn good. I grabbed it, putting it to my lips and moaned as the sweet goodness slid down my throat.

  “Hmm, nectar of the Gods.”

  Lo shook his head, laughing at me and held the ladder. I set my drink down and finished pinning up the last of the paper lanterns.

  “Alright, I managed to organize all the cars in back and made room for all the guests to park tomorrow. Please tell me I’m done and throw me one of t
hose damn beers,” Demon grumbled, walking through the front door with Edge, Rigid, and Gambler on his heels.

  “I think that was the last thing I needed to be done.” I mentally ran through my long list of stuff that needed to be done in my head and realized that everything was done. Everything for the tacos had been chopped, prepped, and put into containers to hold until tomorrow. The meat was ready to be put in crock pots first thing in the morning. The four tier cake that I had painstakingly slaved over was now in the office of the body shop with a warning to everyone that if they touched, licked or knocked the damn thing over, they were dead. D. E. A. D.

  I glanced at the clock seeing that it was half past six. “Everyone get ready for the rehearsal dinner,” I called climbing down from the ladder.

  “Rehearsal dinner?” Roam asked, looking around. He was lucky I liked him. Otherwise, I would have knocked him across the head for all the questions he was asking.

  “Yeah,” Lo said, “Take a fucking shower and be ready to go at seven. We’re headed to The Den for dinner and drinks.”

  Roam ambled off down the hallway, shaking his head but didn’t say anything else.

  “I think Cyn is already in the shower. I’m gonna see if I can sneak in before she gets out.” Rigid sprinted down the hallway, dodging around Roam.

  I grabbed my drink off the top of the ladder and sat down at the bar. “You gonna take a shower before we go?” Lo asked, walking around to the other side of the bar.

  “Yeah. I’m pretty sure I smell like taco meat and buttercream. Both yummy things, but not together.”

  “I’m going to have to agree with you on that one, babe,” Lo laughed, leaning across the bar, pressing a kiss to my lips.

  “Thank you for all the help today,” I mumbled against his lips.