Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series

by Winter Travers

  I narrowed my eyes at him and glared. “I’m going to find Cyn.” I shot back.

  “I lost her again didn’t I?” Lo said to me.

  I reached past Lo and grabbed my drink. “Lost who?”

  “My Meg.” He grunted.

  “Humph, I’m not yours.” I hissed.

  “Yeah, you are, babe. You just haven’t realized it yet. Go find your girls. I got some shit to discuss with the guys.” Lo ordered as he released me.

  I was totally ok with escaping Lo (even if it was an order, which I normally wouldn’t be ok with) so I took my drink and high tailed it out of there. I scanned the bar looking for Cyn, but didn’t see her. I moved over to where they were starting to set up the karaoke equipment and saw Cyn pouring over the binders of songs available to sing.

  “Meg! Get your ass over here and pick a song for us to sing together. I want a good, “Fuck You Asshat” song.” Cyn boomed, as I made my way over to her.

  I put my arms around her, hugged her and said, “You ok, honey?”

  Cyn looked me in the eye and I saw her eyes get watery. “I really think I am. How crazy is that?’ She exclaimed. ‘I feel that I should be devastated, but I’m not. I’m just fucking pissed off. Who cheats right before their wedding? Really, Meg, who does that?” At this point Cyn was yelling, tears were streaming down her face.

  “Someone you should be glad you aren’t marrying, Cyn, that’s who.” I wiped the tears off Cyn’s face and smiled at her. “Is there anything you need me to do? Rip his balls off, toilet paper his house, maybe spread around he has a dick the size of my pinkie?” I said as I wiggled my pinkie at her. I seriously would do any of those things to make Cyn happy.

  Cyn and I both giggled and thought of all the evil things we could do to Asshat.

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  Meg

  We kicked off karaoke with a bang to say the least. Apparently copious amounts of alcohol and kick ass music made Cyn and me the life of the party. Half way through our rockin’ rendition of ‘Roar’, I caught a glimpse of Lo watching me. He had his arms cocked back, leaning against the bar with a beer dangling from his fingertips and he looked F.I.N.E. Fine.

  I blew him a kiss (I blame the alcohol) and threw him a little jaunty wave. He gave me a full out smile and a wink and I could feel a rush of wetness soak my panties.

  Shit, I was in so much trouble.

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  Lo

  Rigid and I were watching the girls do karaoke, dancing their asses off, having a hell of a time. Edge had managed to find a couple rooms at the same hotel as the girls. Edge and the rest of the guys had taken off about an hour ago.

  No progress had been made with the Big A situation, it had only been a day, but it was still frustrating. Edge was still trying to get info on the Assassins and Demon was having no luck getting in touch with Big A.

  Rigid and I were leaning against the bar, watching the girls.

  “You care if I go after Cyn?” Rigid asked as he took a long pull off his beer.

  “Do whatever you want brother. Just stay the fuck away from Meg.” I watched Meg walk over to the dj, lean in and shout something to him.

  “Ain't got nothing to worry about there, brother. Meg’s sexy and sweet. Cyn, well now Cyn is a different story. Sexy as fuck with a shit ton of sass, brother. She’s definitely more my speed.”

  I knew the dj could see right down Meg’s shirt. The guy’s eyes were glued to her tits and didn’t look her in the eye the whole time she talked to him. Meg didn’t have a clue he was checking her out.

  “Sexy, sweet and mine brother.” I said as I watched her laugh at something the dj said.

  “She down with that shit yet?” Rigid questioned.

  “Work in progress. I might have to keep her in bed to keep her from all the shit she’s got swirling through her mind about why we won’t work.” Every excuse she threw at me was complete bullshit.

  “Bitch think she’s too good for you?”

  “Her name is Meg, Rigid, use it.” I growled.

  “Yeah yeah.” Rigid laughed.

  “And no, she doesn’t think she’s too good for me, the opposite actually. Her ex fucked with her head, making her think she wasn’t worth shit. She doesn’t know how fucking hot she is, no clue all the guys checking her out, wanting to be with her.” I honestly didn’t know how Meg thought she wasn’t the shit. God help me if I ever meet her fucking ex. I’d probably punch him in the fucking throat.

  “No shit. She’s got ol’ lady stamped all over her. She good with you and the club?”

  “I think so, haven’t really talked about that much. Doesn’t seem to be a problem.” I hope it wouldn’t be a problem.

  The bartender yelled ‘last call’ and I watched Meg and Cyn make their way over to us. They were weaving and giggling, holding on to each other, Meg leaned into me when they finally made it to us.

  “I’m Lo drunk.” Meg said, which sent Cyn and her into another fit of laughter.

  “I know, babe. Drink a glass of water and then we’re going to head back to the hotel. Sound good?” Meg started swaying, and I grabbed her and pulled her to me. Rigid grabbed Cyn and tucked her under his arm.

  “Sounds good handsome.” Meg said as I grabbed the glass the bartender set down filled with water and handed it to her.

  “How drunk are you, babe?”

  “Happy drunk. I felt Pukey drunk coming on so I cut myself off. Pukey Meg is no fun. I puke then.” Fucking cute even when talking about puke.

  “Good thing you stopped then, babe.” I smirked.

  “Totally.” Meg chugged the rest of her water and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and set her glass on the bar. “I’m done.”

  Rigid nodded his head at me, letting me know they were ready to head out. “Let’s go, babe, Mickey left the van for us to drive.” I lead Meg out the door and headed over to the van.

  “You sure you’re not too drive to drunk?” Cyn giggled, jumbling up her words to Rigid as he helped her into the back. He climbed in after her, sliding the door shut on her giggling.

  “You ok to drive, Lo?” Meg asked me.

  “Yeah, babe. Only had two beers. I knew I had to drive your drunk ass home.” I joked as I opened the passenger door for Meg to hop in.

  “Are you mad that I’m drunk?” Meg said as she leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder.

  “You have a good time, babe?” I asked.

  “The best. I needed to make Cyn happy.” She sighed.

  “You need to make yourself happy too, babe. That’s what really matters.” I knew part of Meg’s problem was she made sure the people she cared about were taken care of, but no one was there to take care of her. I was about to change that.

  “Hunter would be so mad at me right now. I’m embarrassing.” Meg whispered into my chest.

  I clenched my hands and growled. “You could never embarrass me, babe. Get that shit out of your head.” I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.

  “You make me forget, Lo.” She mumbled.

  “Forget what, babe?” I whispered in her ear.

  “You make me forget I’m nothing.” Meg lifted her head, and brushed her lips against mine. “Thank you.” She whispered against my lips. My heart clenched, hearing her say those words, words she believed.

  “You’re not nothing, babe, you’re everything.’ I murmured back to her. ‘Stick with me and I’ll show you.”

  I helped Meg in the van and slammed her door.

  This was going to be harder than I thought.

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  Chapter 11

  Meg

  “I looove you, Meg!” Cyn slurred at me as we trudged down the hall to our rooms.

  Cyn had her arm slung around my shoulders and we were both leaning heavily on each other, trying to stay upright. “I love you too, sweetie.”

  “Rigid is so hot. I want to touch his hair.” I looked over my shoulder and saw Lo and Rigid walking behind us, both of their mouths twitching, try
ing not to laugh.

  “They’re right behind us.” I whispered to Cyn.

  “Can I touch your hair Rigid?” Cyn shouted behind her.

  “You can touch more than my hair, Cyn baby.” Rigid growled at Cyn.

  Cyn and I giggled and continued our stumble down the hall.

  “Hey! Where did the rest of you guys go?” I shouted back to the two of them. Did that make sense? Man, I shouldn’t have had that last drink. Everything was pretty fuzzy.

  “They found a place to stay.” Lo said as he took the room key out of my hand and opened the door. I was struggling to find the keyhole. I repeat, everything was fuzzy.

  I saw Cyn and Rigid slip into her room and Rigid slammed the door.

  “Oh! I have an idea! I can sleep with Cyn and you and Rigid can sleep together! Perfect! I’ll just get my pillow and head over there.” I walked into the room and walked right into the coffee table. “Who the fuck put that there.” I said as I stumbled over to my bed and grabbed my pillow.

  “Sweet dreams, Lo.” I mumbled as I made my way to the door.

  I almost made it to the door when Lo grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. “Not happening, babe.” Lo stepped forward, dropped his shoulder into my belly and lifted me up in one swift motion.

  The room went upside down and I started struggling. I was kicking and hitting Lo on the back and yelled at him, “You can’t pick me up! What are you doing?”

  “Just did, babe. Now quiet.”

  “Put me down! I’m too fat for you to pick me up!” I was! My body was not made for lifting up. Trust me.

  Lo stopped walking and growled. He spanked me on my ass and I squealed. “I hear you ever call yourself fat again you get the belt.”

  Lo finished walking to the bed and threw me down on it. My mouth was hanging wide open as I gaped at him and tried to find words. He did not just spank me!

  “How rude! I can’t believe you just spanked me! Who does that?” I tried scrambling off my back but Lo grabbed my foot and started taking my shoes off.

  “I do. Now settle.” Lo got one of my shoes off and threw it next to the coffee table. “I’m tired, babe, and we still got some talking left to do.”

  Oh no! Our last talk ended with me in a ‘Lo Daze’ and agreeing for Lo to sleep in my room. “No more talky!” I seriously should not have had that last drink.

  Lo ripped my other shoe off and threw it in the direction of the other. He toed off his own boots, flipping them towards mine.

  “I’m gonna sleep on the couch. You can have the bed.”

  Lo grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “No, you’re not. You want to undress yourself or am I going to have to do it?”

  I made a whimpering sound and felt my eyes get heavy as I slid into the ‘Lo Daze’ as my gaze slowly raked over Lo’s chest. I looked into Lo’s intense green eyes and melted even more. “What was the question?”

  “Fuck you’re cute.” Lo said as his eyes went soft with need.

  Lo’s chest was covered in tattoos and my eyes had no idea where to look first. There were tribal tattoos covering both of his arms in thick black swirls cutting off at his shoulders. On his chest he had a massive fallen angel with the wings covering most of his chest and the angel had his head turned down, almost in shame. There were flames licking the wings that disappeared down into his jeans and climbed up his neck.

  “Times up, babe.” Lo said. I started racking my brain trying to figure out what he is talking about.

  I blame the Old Fashioneds for my slow reflexes because the next thing I knew, Lo leaned down into me, popped open my button and slid the zipper down on my jeans and started tugging them down my hips.

  “What are you doing? No, no, no. This is not taking things slow, Lo.” I started squirming trying to wiggle my pants back up but failed on getting them back up. “Lo!”

  Lo pulled them off with little effort and threw them by our shoes. He let out a low growl and climbed on the bed crawling over my body, stopping when we were face to face. “Fucking drive me crazy. Can’t get you out of my head, all I can think about is what you would look like naked, begging for more, screaming my name as I fuck you.”

  I whimpered and squirmed under Lo’s gaze that was intense, fierce, and even a touch feral. He lowered his mouth down to my neck kissing and nibbling. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my hands stroking his back. He gripped the hem of my shirt and started bringing it up my body.

  “I want my shirt on!” I cannot be naked next to Lo. With only his shirt off, the man is ridiculously sexy. I ripped my shirt out of his hands and shoved it back down.

  “No. I want to see you.” Lo said, in a low, husky tone.

  “Lo, you’re all hard and muscular. I’m all fluffy and soft.” I just called myself fluffy. Kill me now.

  “Babe, this shirt is coming off, even if I have to rip it off. Plus, I want soft. I want to sink into you and just get lost in you.” He slipped his arms under my armpits and lifted me up so he is straddling my lap, sitting on my legs.

  “I’ll take it off but either turn the light off or shut your eyes.”

  “No.”

  “I think that’s your favorite word. Now close your eyes.”

  “No.”

  I roll my eyes at him and laughed. “Yes.”

  “No. Light on, eyes open, shirt off.”

  “King, no!”

  Lo’s eyes went molten and ripped my shirt off over my head.

  I squealed and crossed my arms over my stomach and turned away, trying to get away from Lo.

  “Next time you call me King, I am bending you over my knee and spanking your sweet ass. Say. My. Name.” He gripped my arms and tugged them down to my sides. I turned my head and looked into his eyes that were clouded with desire.

  “Say it.” He ran his hands down my sides brushing against my breasts making me shiver.

  “Logan.” I breathe out, whimpering as his hands graze my nipples through my bra, sending tremors through me.

  “Fuck. That’s even better than Lo.” Lo rocked his hips against mine, making me moan.

  “Hmm, keep doing that.” I whispered.

  “I want you naked and then I want you screaming my name as you cum. Roll over.”

  “Why?”

  “So I can undo your bra, babe. I need to see your tits. I’m gonna taste them, and then I’m gonna eat your fucking pussy.”

  I was so stunned at the words Lo just said that I rolled to my side. He unhooked my bra, bringing the straps down my arms, pulling it off, sending it off to join the pile of clothes on the floor.

  “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I moved my arms to cover my stomach again and Lo grabbed them and pinned them over my head. “Trust me. Just looking at your sweet body has got me so fucking hard I could pound nails right now with the fucker. Keep your arms above your head and don’t move them.”

  Lo moved down, paying attention to my nipples, sucking and licking them, making a warmth of wetness soak my panties. I struggled to keep my arms above my head, writhing and squirming from the pleasure.

  He worked his way down my stomach, kissing and twirling his tongue around my belly button.

  I brought my arms down and tried to push him away from my stomach. “Lo please. I hate my stomach.” The attention he was paying to my stomach was bringing me out of my ‘Lo Daze’ a bit.

  Lo raised his head and looked at me. His eyes weren’t filled with desire any more, they were filled with anger. “Your head is so filled with shit.” Well that was kind of rude.

  “Get off me.” I pushed on Lo’s shoulders to move him off but he didn’t move.

  “No. I’m only going to say this once. So open your fucking ears and listen. I have been with more women than I can remember. I’ve had skinny, fat, black, white, you think of it, I’ve probably done it. You know what that means?”

  I felt like this was a total trick question because my answer involved the word ‘manwhore’ a
nd me walking out the door. I decided silence was my best bet.

  “It means I know what I like and I know what I want. If I wanted something that you think you’re not, I could go get it within the hour. I don’t want a woman who, when I have her naked in front of me I can see everyone one of her ribs and collarbone stick out so much, that it looks like I should feed her a sandwich and a bag of chips before we fuck. When I look at you, I just want to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to sink my dick so far into you that I can’t tell where I end and you begin. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I can’t promise forever, but I can say, I don’t see any end in sight when it comes to you and me. The thought of anyone even looking at you makes me want to rip their fucking heads off and shove them up their ass. I am going to touch and own every inch of you. You do not hide your body from me. Ever.”

  Well, I guess my answer was completely wrong. I tore my gaze away from Lo’s and looked at the wall. “I don’t know how to do that Lo. I don’t like my body, I don’t like the way I look. I can’t shut my brain off to not think about my stomach that has rolls and stretch marks and my arms that flap in the wind if I raise them. Or how my thighs-.”

  “Enough! The only thing you need to worry about is what I think. The next time you say something bad about yourself you will find yourself turned over my knee so fast you won’t know what happened. I’m not talking about this anymore.”

  “Lo, but I…” Lo slid his hand over my mouth and his other slid into my panties cupping my mound.

  “No more talking. I’ve said all that needs to be said.”

  Lo slid his finger inside me and circled my clit. “Open your legs wider.”

  I spread my legs, and Lo kissed me long and deep. “Good girl.”

  He moved down my body, squatting in between my legs, pulling my panties off. “I need to taste you.”

  My body did a full tremor, feeling my desire build inside me. Lo lowered his head, kissing up my thighs. His mouth reached my mound, licking the length of my slit, parting it open with his fingers. I could feel my orgasm building and Lo hadn’t even really touched me yet. I bucked my hips, trying to get Lo to speed up, I needed to find my release. It had been too long since I had been with a man.