Devil’s Knights MC Box Set 1

by Winter Travers

  I walked back over to the blender and topped off my margarita glass and checked on the steak. I pulled the taco shells out of the oven and threw the flour tortillas into the microwave to soften them, then started pulling out all the fixings for the tacos.

  “Why’d you call me Firecracker?” I asked Rigid.

  “You’re all quiet and cute babe, and then just like a firecracker, you explode, no warning.”

  “Are you saying I have a temper?”

  “Not a temper, babe, just sass.”

  “Is sass a good thing?” I asked.

  “Yeah, babe. It’s good. King likes it, so I wouldn’t be worried.”

  I was dumping the lettuce into a bowl when I heard the rumble of bikes, boots stomping up my porch steps then my house was invaded, by the Devil’s Knights. Five of them. Larry probably had a heart attack next door.

  “I hope I have enough food,” I said to Rigid, who was alternating from stirring the beans and steak.

  “I sent Mickey to the store to get beer and shit. We’ll have enough food.” Lo rumbled as he took his sunglasses off and threw them on my end table.

  “Um, so how many of you boys are going to be here?” I said as I started chopping up tomatoes and jalapeños.

  “Just us and Mickey babe. The rest of the guys took off on a run.” Lo replied.

  I didn’t know what to say next, so I went with silence. Silence and chopping.

  I should totally have enough food for eight people, I typically made enough to feed an army, and I just didn’t know if enough for an army would feed seven hungry bikers. I glanced up at the guys who were overtaking my house, “Seven very large guys.” I mumbled.

  “You say something, babe?” Lo said, as he slid his arms around me and pulled my back to his front. I had only spent a handful of times with him, but I somehow missed being in his arms. This was not good.

  “Nothing, just thinking if I have enough food,” I said as I looked at all the food I had spread on the island. There was a big bowl of shredded lettuce, a three compartment bowl that had chopped onions, black olives, and where I was throwing the jalapeños, along with a bowl of chopped tomatoes. I had a jar of salsa, taco sauce, and two kinds of hot sauce and a ginormous bowl of cheese (hey, we were in Wisconsin). “Sour cream,” I said and twisted in Lo’s arms to grab it from the fridge.

  Lo cracked open the fridge, grabbed it out and handed it to me. “Thanks,” I mumbled as I took it from him.

  “You going to say hi to me, babe?” Lo whispered into my ear.

  I guess I didn’t say hi to him, did I? “Hey, Lo.” I said as popped open the sour cream and gave it a stir.

  “Not the kind of hello I was talking about, Meg.” I gave a little shiver because Lo never said my name. It was nice.

  “That’s the only way I know how to say hi, Lo.” I turned in his arms and looked into his eyes. God, they were gorgeous.

  Lo slid his hand across my cheek and threaded his fingers through my hair. “Been five days since I’ve seen ya, babe, I need more of a hello than that.”

  Lo brought his head down, and brushed his lips against mine and pulled away. I reached up and stroked his face, brushing my thumb over his bottom lip, leaned in and kissed him back. I wanted more.

  It had taken about two seconds before Lo took over, deepening the kiss, making my knees go weak. I wrapped my arms around Lo’s shoulders and did the only thing I could; hold on and slip into the Lo Daze.

  Lo pulled away and rumbled against my lips, “Fucking missed you, babe.”

  My eyes were half-mast as I gazed at his mouth, wishing he would kiss me again. I leaned my head into him, trying to catch his lips, but he ducked his head and tucked my face into his neck.

  “Yo, Meg! Mick’s on the phone wanting to know if there’s anything you need. He’s at the store.” I looked over at Rigid, seeing him holding his phone to his ear, waiting for an answer from me.

  I mentally ran through all my desserts in my head, trying to think of an easy one. “Vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and corn tortillas.” Rigid nodded his head at me and repeated my list to Mickey.

  Lo squeezed me in his arms. “Hmm, ice cream and whipped cream sounds like fun.” Lo looked at the island and saw the stack of tortillas. “I don’t think you need any more tortillas, though, babe.”

  “The tortillas are for dessert. I’m going to make Cinnamon Nachos with ice cream and caramel.” They were to die for. Freshly fried chips sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar, drizzled with caramel and served with ice cream. So good.

  “You don’t want her, King, I’ll take her. Bitch can cook for me. I’ll probably never leave the house and weigh six hundred pounds.” Someone from the living room yelled.

  “Fuck off, Edge, you even look at her I’ll cut your fucking eyes out.” Lo barked. All the guys burst out laughing.

  “I got first dibs when King is done with her. She cooks like a fucking gourmet chef and sings like a goddamn angel.” Rigid said as he put his phone back in his pocket.

  “Sounds good to me. I like your hair Rigid, but I don’t know if you could handle me. Lo barely can." I said as I picked up my margarita and took a drink. “Does anyone want a margarita?” I offered.

  “Babe,” Lo growled at me, his arms tightening around me.

  I looked at Lo and saw his eyes filled with anger. “What?” I asked, clueless.

  “You are mine. Nobody gets you but me, however long I want you. Got me?”

  My mouth fell open at his ominous words.

  “Come on, King.” I looked to my left to see who was talking and looked at the guy's patch that said Demon and Vice President.

  “Just fucking with ya, brother,” Rigid said as he picked the spoon up and went back to stirring the beans.

  Lo ignored them all and said to me again, “You got me, babe?”

  “Um, sure Lo, whatever you say,” I whisper back, not wanting to upset him anymore.

  “Fucking drive me crazy.” Lo mumbled as he reached behind me, grabbed an olive from the bowl and popped it into his mouth. “Let me introduce you to the guys, babe.”

  We walked into my living room, to see the guys sprawled out, and one flipping through channels on the TV.

  “That scruffy-looking fucker over there is Gravel. He’s laid his bike down so many times the asshole don’t even feel it anymore.”

  “Darlin’.” Gravel rumbled at me. Gravel looked like your typical biker, long gray beard, sun-weathered skin, and wise beyond his years. His eyes skeptically traveled over me, making me feel uneasy.

  “The one next to Gravel is Gambler. Don’t play cards with him unless you’re good.”

  “Good to know, although I have been known to kick some ass on Go Fish.” I joked.

  Gambler chuckled and nodded his head at me, “Duly noted.” he said. Gambler was hot. He looked a lot like Rigid minus the blue Mohawk and bulging muscles. He was covered in colorful tattoos, and it looked like he was permanently smirking.

  “That fucker flipping through the channels is Demon. He’s the V.P. of the club.”

  “Rigid may be joking, but I wasn’t darlin’. King fucks you over, come find me, I’ll make it all better.” Demon said and threw a wink at me. Demon was not your typical hot, but he was still good looking. He had jet black hair tied back at his nape and bright blue eyes. His nose looked like he had been in more than a couple fights and his body was lean but still muscled.

  “I’ll just stick with Lo right now, but thanks.” This guy was shameless. I felt Lo’s arm tighten around me and saw him throw a menacing look at Demon.

  “Tow the line, fucker, and you got nothing to worry about.” Demon growled to Lo.

  “Who the fuck is Lo?”

  I swivel my head to see a guy walking out of the bathroom, still zipping up his fly.

  “Really, Speed? Should have called you Dumbfuck instead. King is Lo.” Rigid said from the kitchen.

  “Why the fuck don’t she call you King then?” Speed said as he plopped down in b
etween Demon and Gravel.

  I felt myself blush as all the guys looked at me, waiting for an answer. “Lo, um, won’t let me call him King.” I glanced at Lo, seeing him give all the guys a eat shit look. “The last time I did, he spanked me. I haven’t decided if I liked it or not yet, the spanking that is.”

  “Fucking A! I call dibs after Demon!” The last guy who Lo hadn’t introduced yet boomed at me.

  “I may need to write the order down,” I mumbled.

  Lo spun me around to face him. His jaw was clenched, and his arms tightened around me. “You write anybody’s names down but mine, and you’ll have such a sore ass from the spanking you get, you won’t be able to sit for a month babe. You are mine.”

  I craned my head around to look at the guys, who were all smirking and trying not to laugh. “I think King is all I can handle boys, thanks, though.”

  I felt Lo growl and suddenly scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder. “Lo what the fuck!” I screamed.

  “Watch the food Rigid. Let me know when Mick gets here.” Lo grumbled at the guys.

  “Lo! Put me down! What the fuck is your problem!” I screeched at him, not knowing what the hell was going on. I pounded on his back cussing him out when he pivoted and headed towards my bedroom.

  “Quiet, darlin’.” Lo rumbled as he opened my bedroom door and kicked it shut. As the door swung shut, I saw all the guys roaring with laughter. Douchebags.

  “Lo! Put me down!” I shrilled.

  The next thing I knew I was sailing through the air and landed in the middle of my bed. I pushed my hair out of my face and sprang up. “What the fuck is your problem! Who the fuck throws people!”

  Lo lunged at me and got in my face. I scrambled back trying to get away, but he followed me until I banged into my headboard. Trapped.

  “Who do you belong to?” Lo rumbled at me through clenched teeth.

  “No one.” I blame the tequila. Typically it made my clothes fall off. Apparently, tonight it made my tongue loose.

  “You want to belong to Demon?” Lo said, and I saw his jaw tick.

  “He’s good looking, but not my type. No thanks.” It was true, he was handsome but didn’t trip my trigger.

  “How about Rigid or Gambler? They do it for you, babe?” I looked in Lo’s eyes and realized I might have awoken the sleeping, bear.

  “Are you jealous, Lo?” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew they were the wrong ones.

  “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” Lo roared at me as he grabbed my wrists and raised them over my head, completely trapping me.

  “You, Lo.” I whimpered. Slightly scared and a whole lot of turned on.

  “Next time you decide to try to make me jealous, I’ll put you over my knee and remind you who you belong to.”

  “I didn’t mean to upset you, Lo. I was just joking around. I’m sorry.” I pleaded. I felt tears filling my eyes and turned my head away from Lo. I really didn’t mean to piss him off.

  “You don’t fuck around like that with a guy like me, babe. I take what’s mine very seriously. Now, you called me King out there, pull your pants down. I told you what would happen the next time you called me King.”

  My eyes bugged out, and I pulled my wrists out of Lo’s grasp. “Are you crazy? Your friends are like, ten feet away!”

  “Should have thought about that before you called me King, babe. Pants off, now!” Lo moved his hands to the button on my jeans and popped them open.

  “Lo, no! I’ll give you a blow job after the guys leave if you don’t do this right now. Please!” I’m pretty sure I would have agreed to anything to avoid being spanked with his friends in the next room.

  “I plan on having your lips wrapped around my dick later babe, but you’re still getting your spanking now.”

  Lo slid my pants down and flipped me over, so I was bent over his lap. “I’m not talking to you the rest of the night if you do this, Lo. I mean it!” I so meant it!

  “You’ll be moaning my name in five minutes babe. Promise.”

  “Whatever, I highly-” I didn’t finish my sentence because Lo slid his hand inside the front of my panties and started stroking my clit.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Helping you decide if you like me spanking you babe.”

  Lo pulled my panties all the way off and rubbed my ass as his other hand worked my clit.

  “Lo, don’t stop.” I moaned. I felt my orgasm building inside me, and I couldn’t fight it. Lo was the only one who could make me feel like this.

  “You like that, babe? I’m going to make you feel real good.” Lo’s hand squeezed my ass and then lightly swatted it. I felt the urge to moan but bite my bottom lip, holding it in, trying not to give Lo the satisfaction of knowing I liked it.

  Lo swatted me again a little harder than the last one, and I couldn’t help but moan. “Say my name,” Lo growled.

  “Lo.” I moaned, as he flicked my clit and spanked me harder. I was so close to the edge that I bucked my hips trying to get Lo to push me over it.

  “You’re mine, Meg. Only I can make you feel like this.” Lo said as he spanked me one more time.

  Stars exploded behind my eyes, and I threw my head back, moaning. “Fuck.” I felt myself slowly coming down, and rested my head on the bed, enjoying the little tremors still running through my body.

  “So fucking wet,” Lo said. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw him stick his fingers, wet from my pussy, into his mouth and lick them clean. “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” Lo said as he pulled my panties back up and patted my ass.

  Rigid knocked on the door and said, “Mick’s here, King. Food’s ready too. You guys coming out or you want us to eat without ya?”

  “We’ll be right out,” Lo yelled back to Rigid.

  “They know, don’t they?” I said with my face smashed into the bed.

  “You moaning my name that fucking loud, babe, I’m pretty sure your neighbors know.”

  Shit. I didn’t think I was that loud. “I can’t go out there, Lo. Not with them knowing what just happened.”

  “Isn’t nothing they’ve never heard before, babe. Now get your ass up so I can eat those tacos you slaved over.” Lo said, as he lifted me up and set me on my feet at the side of the bed. Lo swung his legs down to sit on the side and cocked them open, so I was standing in between them and looked up at me.

  God, he was gorgeous. I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. “I need to put my pants back on.”

  Lo chuckled. “Probably a good idea, babe, unless you want me eating your taco instead of the ones you got cooking.”

  I threw my head back and laughed, because how could you not.

  “Fucking cute.” Lo murmured.

  I found my pants that Lo had sailed across the room and pulled them back on and headed back to the kitchen. Rigid had a shit eating grin on his face and Gravel gave me a knowing look. I blushed bright red and walked to the stove to check on dinner.

  “You see Cyn lately?” Rigid asked as he handed out beers to the guys.

  I turned to look at Rigid and saw Lo take a stool on the other side of the island and pop open a beer. “I see her every day at work.” I was actually pretty worried about her. I asked her how her night went with Rigid and she told me nothing happened except for some kissing and heavy petting. She had said that he hadn’t texted or called her since then and figured he was done with her. She seemed kind of upset about it but figured she was coming out of a two-year relationship and didn’t need to jump into another guy’s bed right away.

  “How she doing?” Lo asked as he took a long pull from his beer. I watched his throat move and felt a shiver run through my body. I was becoming insatiable around Lo. I had just cum, but my body was ready all over again.

  “She’s ok. I think in the back of her mind, she always knew he was an asshat. I think she just was going to settle, not get what she deserved. Thank god she didn’t marry him, I saw her taking the same path I did
when I was nineteen.” I grabbed two hot pads and threw them on the island and set the steak and beans on them.

  “I don’t know how anyone could cheat on her fine ass. Bitch gave me blue balls just watching her dance.” Rigid said as he started piling food on his plate. All the guys had gathered around the island and were building their plates.

  “I don’t know if she would appreciate you calling her a bitch,” I said as I looked for my margarita glass. I found it behind a case of beer, then buzzed the blender again to mix up the margaritas because all the booze had settled to the bottom. I topped off my glass and grabbed a plate.

  “Just how I talk, babe. Don’t mean nothing by it.” Rigid said as he took his plate and headed into the living room.

  I shrugged my shoulders, deciding I didn’t want to get into it with Rigid and started making a taco. I piled mine high with everything except for the black olives, tucked into my plate, and started chowing down.

  “You really make this food, babe?” Lo asked.

  “Yeah, who else would have made it?” I asked as I shoved half my taco in my mouth, contemplating if I wanted another one.

  “Best fucking taco I’ve ever eaten, babe,” Lo said as he piled more food onto his plate.

  “It’s just tacos, Lo. We all have to eat, might as well taste good.” I grabbed the deep fryer from under the cabinet and plugged it in to fry up the chips for dessert.

  “You’re mom teach you how to cook this good, babe?”

  “My dad. Also, I’m sure the two years of culinary and one year of pastry arts school I did probably helped too.” I grabbed the tortillas and started cutting them up into triangles.

  “No shit, babe?” Lo asked.

  “No shit, Lo. I’m a horse of a different color. Not only can I drive a forklift in circles around you, but I can also cook a kick ass meal and change my own oil.” I winked at Lo and grabbed the caramel sauce out of the fridge and threw it in the microwave to warm it up. I could totally make my own caramel, but when it was so much easier to twist open a jar, I had to go with convenience.