Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series (16 page)

Chapter 24

Lo

              “I roll into town for a weekend of drinking and partying with my best friend and what do I get? You, sitting in the fucking corner, drinking by yourself. Look at all this pussy you have crawling all over! Why the hell isn’t one of these bitches in your lap while another sucks your dick!”

              It was Saturday night and Slider was in town from the Collinsworth chapter. He was the Sgt. at Arms there and was one of the brothers I was closest to down there. We both prospected at the same time and rose up the ranks next to each other. Slider was a big mother fucker who would lay his life down for the club, just like all the other brothers, but Slider was different. You could tell he had demons that were chasing him.

              “I’m good, brother.” I spoke as Slider grabbed the chair next to me and sat down. He slammed his bottle of beer on the table and threw the shot he had in his other hand back.

              “Bull shit, brother! What the fuck is your deal?” Slider asked.

              “This shit just isn’t my scene any more, brother. Just looking for something different.”

              “That mean you’re leaving the fucking club?” Slider boomed.

              “Mother fucker better not leave the fucking club.” Demon snapped as he plopped down in the chair next to me.

              “I ain’t leaving the fucking club. Fuck me.” I thundered.

              “Than what the fuck has got you tucked away in the fucking corner, crying in your mother fucking beer? I repeat, have you seen all this pussy you have?” Slider remarked, as he grabbed a blonde haired piece of pussy as she walked past and pulled her into his lap.

              “Don’t do it, Slider.” Demon said quietly, knowing what Slider was about to do. I knew what he was about do and I already wanted to punch him the face.

              “You know King, baby?” Slider asked the chick.

              “Everyone knows, King.” She said as she ran her hand down Slider’s chest.

“I think he needs a little pressure released, honey, you think you can help him out with that?” Slider asked.

The blonde shook her head and looked at King. “We’re not supposed to touch him.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, bitch?” Slider yelled, drawing the attention o
f
everyone within twenty feet.

“He’s got an old lady. Cherry tried to get with him last week, he told her to fuck off. She hasn’t been back since. I tried talking her into it but she just won’t. She was my best friend.” The blonde pouted.

              “Come find me later.” Slider told the blonde as he shoved her off his lap. She pouted her bottom lip out and tried climbing back in his lap. “I said find me later, bitch.” He shoved her again harder this time. She teetered on her heels but righted herself before she fell. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, crossed her arms over her huge tits and stalked out the door.

              “Fucking bitches.’ Slider grumbled. ‘What the fuck is this about you having an ol’ lady?” Slider demanded.

              “Had.” Demon mumbled.

              I shot a look to Demon telling him to shut the fuck up. “Meg, and she will be back.”

              “You need to stop this fucking waiting, and go take her back.” Demon insisted.

              I grabbed my beer off the table and leaned back in my chair. The thought had definitely crossed my mind to just go talk to Meg. Twice, I had gotten on my bike and headed to her house, only to drive by. I didn’t want to push her into something that she didn’t want. I needed her to come to me. “She’ll be back.” I stated. She had to come back or I was going to go fucking crazy without her.

              Slider smirked at me and I knew some shit was about to flow from his mouth. “How the mighty have fallen. Pussy is three deep in here and you don’t want none of it. I gotta document this.’ Slider pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture. ‘Geeze, you can see how pussy whipped he is.” Slider laughed at the picture then showed it to Demon.

              “You hungry?” I asked Slider.

              “Yeah, I could fucking eat.” Slider slide his phone back in his pocket and grabbed his beer.

              “Good, because I’m about to shove that mother fucking phone down your throat.” I growled at him.

              “Jesus. He sure does get pissy when he doesn’t get pussy, right Demon?” Demon just shook his head and smiled at Slider. At least that fucker knew when not to open his fucking mouth.

              “I’m heading to my room, fuckers.” I finished off my beer and shoved my chair back.

              “Really man? It’s only eight! This piece of fucking pussy has got you in fucking knots, King.” Slider remarked.

“She’s not just some pussy.” I called as I walked away from the table. I walked up to the bar and snagged a half empty bottle of tequila and headed to my room.

“I’ll send someone to check on you in a little bit, King. Make sure you let her tuck you in.” Slider yelled.

I threw my middle finger up and kept walking. Fucking Slider. I twisted the cap off the bottle and threw it down the hall.

I threw back a slug of tequila and felt it burn down my throat. I fucking missed Meg.

I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. I threw the dead bolt, not wanting any of Slider’s company he might send my way to get in.

              Meg had one more week, and then I was going to take her, whether she liked it or not.

              I was done playing around.

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Meg

              “That was fun, but I think I look like a lobster.” Cyn said as she slathered lotion on her shoulders.

              “You do look a little pink, honey.” I murmured.

              We had just got back from the lake, where we did have a blast, but Cyn didn’t take my advice about sun tan lotion. She insisted she had a good base tan and she wouldn’t burn. She was wrong.

              “How come you didn’t burn?” Cyn asked.

              “Because I put suntan lotion on, just like I told you to do.” I chided.

              “Sorry,
mother.
” Cyn muttered.

              I shook my head at her and sat down on the couch.

              We had dropped Remy and his friends off at his dad’s so I, again, had the house to myself and I already felt lonely, even with Cyn here. We had invited Troy over, but he had a date with what’s her face (I felt that she hadn’t earned the right for me to learn her name. Hell, Cyn had been about to marry some guy and I never really remembered his name.) And had to book it back to his house before she came over. She had apparently healed from their last date and decided to go out with him again.

              “I’m lonely, Cyn.” I whispered. In all of my thirty six years, I had never felt lonely. I was always content with my own company, now, it felt like I was missing something.

              “Why?” Cyn asked. She was now slathering lotion on her chest and I could see her skin glistening.

              “I don’t know.” Bullshit, I totally knew why. I just couldn’t admit it.

              “Meg, I love you like a sister, but you need to suck it the fuck up and go get your man. You’re lonely because, you want Lo. Nothing is going to make your loneliness go away except Lo. Go. Get. Him.” Cyn ordered.

              “Tell me how you really feel.” I muttered. But Cyn was so right. I needed to suck it up, put all my fears aside, and just go for it with Lo.

              “Meg, do you love him?”

              “Yes.” Geez I didn’t even hesitate.

              “Than what the fuck are you waiting for? You have a guy who I know loves you and you love him, why are you not with him right now? I am about to have a baby with a guy I can’t stand and I am terrified out of my fucking mind. But you know what?” Cyn asked.

              “What, honey?” I felt so stupid for being scared and complaining to Cyn about it when she was about to have a baby and didn’t know what was going to happen.

              “I have my family, you, and Troy and I know that I will be fine. Just like I know you will be fine with whatever happens. Just like Troy said, Hunter put you in a cage and you were stuck there. But you’re not stuck there any more honey. The door to your cage is wide open, you just need to step out.”

              Cyn was right. I wanted Lo, so I was going to take him. Fuck getting hurt. “Ok, I’m going to go talk to him. But first I need to do something. You still have that friend who works at Iron Lotus?” I asked. If I was going to step out of my cage and start living, I was going to do it right.

              “Um, yeah. Why? Oh! Are you going to get your nipples pierced? That is so hot!” Cyn squealed. Iron Lotus was the tattoo and piercing parlor in town.

              “No, at least not right now.” Hey, if I was stepping out of my cage I figured I shouldn’t rule anything out completely.

              “So tattoo?”

              “Yeah, do you think you can see if she has an opening like, well, right now?” I asked. Short notice I know, but it was something I needed to do before I saw Lo.

              Cyn pulled her phone out of her pocket and I walked into the bathroom so I didn’t chicken out and grab the phone out of her hand and change my mind. I shut the door behind me and looked in the mirror.

              I took stock of everything I saw and for once I was ok with everything there was. I looked at my clothes; faded jeans, black ribbed tank top, and my favorite jeweled flip flops. My hair was thrown up in a messy bun, with random pieces of hair falling out. I looked like your average middle age woman, but this was me. I was a jeans and tank tops, truck driving, dog loving mother to the best kid ever. I had lots of sass, ass, and tits, and I was completely ok with that. It was who I was and that was who Lo wanted.

              Hunter may may not have physically hurt me, but he left scars nonetheless. My perception of who I thought I was and who I really was were two completely different things. Hunter had hurt me for so long that I had shut down and lost all my confidence and accepted what he thought I was. Not anymore. I wasn’t lost and scared any more. I was fucking awesome and completely worthy of Lo.

              I just had one stop to make before I closed the door to the cage with me standing one the other side, than I was all Lo’s.

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Chapter 25

Meg

              I got out of my truck, and flinched. The tattoo didn’t hurt when Cyn’s friend was doing it, but fuck did it hurt now. I gently rubbed my shoulder to sooth the pain and looked around. I was in the Clubhouse parking lot. I hadn’t chickened out yet, but I was definitely having second thoughts. The parking lot was full of bikes and quite a few cars.

              I slammed my door shut and grabbed my overnight bag out of the box of the truck. Cyn had convinced me to pack a bag, said it would look like I meant business and really wanted Lo back. I told her it made me look like a slut, expecting to spend the night, but Cyn had won, so here I stood with my bag.

              “Holy shit, that you, Meg?” I heard from behind me.

              I spun around and saw Demon walking towards me. Shit, I needed more time to get my head together, also to pop a couple of aspirin to help with the throbbing in my shoulder.

              “Please tell me you’re here to put King out of his fucking misery.” Demon pleaded. He stopped in front of me, putting his hands on his hips.

              “I think it’s more to put myself out of misery.” I mumbled. I hitched my bag over my shoulder and fumbled with my keys.

              “You want me to walk you in? Show you where his room is?” Demon asked.

              “Um, yeah. But I was kind of getting my courage up, give me a second.” I quaked. I was a freaking mess right now. I was so worried about Lo not wanting me or being with some other woman when I walked in, I felt like I was about to puke.

              “Like a band aid, babe, quick and fast.” Demon said as he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the door.

              “Bikers do Band-Aids? I figured you guys were so badass that you get hurt, you just rub some dirt on it and let it be.” I tried picturing Lo with a band aid on and I started giggling. The giggling might have something to do with the fact the band aid I pictured was a princess one.

              “You drunk, babe?” Demon asked, looking at me like I was crazy.

              “No, sober as a judge. Scouts honor.” We made it to the door and Demon threw it open. My body went solid and I stopped walking. I jerked Demon to a stop and he tugged on my arm.

              “Either you walk your sweet ass to his door, or I throw you over my shoulder and make you talk to him.” Demon threatened.

              My feet came unstuck and I followed Demon in. Music was pouring out of two big speakers set by the front door, it was so loud I could barely hear myself think.

              We walked past Edge who was sitting at a table playing cards with three other guys I had never seen before and I threw a little wave at him when he nodded his head at me and smiled. I saw Gravel sitting on a couch with a brunette in his lap, who was giggling and thrusting her tits in his face. I was never going to be able to unsee that. He saw me and flicked his hand at me in hello. I blushed and waved quickly, as the chick in his lap got upset he was not giving her his full attention and got out of his lap. He quick grabbed her and pulled her back to him and I averted my eyes as she thrust her tits back in his face and Gravel’s head almost disappeared.

              I saw Turtle behind the bar who nodded to me and I nodded back. We made it to a hallway and Demon stopped. “Fifth door on the right, babe.”

              That was all he said. No good luck, or wise words of wisdom. Just, ‘Fifth door on the right.’ Shit.

              Being in the hallway, the music wasn’t too loud and I could finally hear myself think. I rubbed my shoulder, feeling the bandage underneath it, reminding me of why I was here.

              I pressed my ear to the door trying to hear any noise, but heard nothing.

              I straightened from the door and raised my hand to knock. This was it, time for me to stop being scared and to go after what I wanted.

              I rapped three times on the door and waited.

              “I swear to fucking Christ, Slider, I fucking told you I don’t want none of whatever the fuck you’re sending to my door. Go the fuck away.” Lo boomed from the other side of the door.

              I strained my ears to hear any movement, but heard none. Apparently Lo thought I was Slider or someone sent by Slider and he wasn’t going to answer the door. Shit.

              I knocked four more times, loud and impatient knocks, and waited again.

              “I can’t not believe this shit, I said go the fuck away!” Lo boomed again, but this time the door whipped open and I was face to face with Lo.

              “I don’t know who Slider is.’ I replied. ‘Do I still have to go away?”

              “Fuck no.” Lo growled. God I loved when he growled at me, all low and gravelly. I missed this man more than I knew. I looked him up and down, no shoes or socks, ripped jeans hanging low on his hips, no shirt. Sexy, as always.

              “Hi.” I squeaked out. I was apparently back to squeaking.

              “Darling.” Lo replied. He didn’t look mad to see me, but he surely wasn’t rolling out the red carpet, welcoming me back. I was obviously going to have to work for this.

              “Can I set my bag down?” I asked. It was pulling on my shirt, irritating my shoulder.

              “Depends on what’s in it. That my stuff I left at your house?”

              “Um, no. I put that stuff in my top drawer of my dresser. You’re not getting it back.” I replied as I tossed my bag around Lo, into his room. He had only left an undershirt and a Devil’s Knight Shirt the last time he was at my house, but he seriously was not going to get them back. I had been sleeping in the t-shirt because it smelled like him.

              “Really?’ Lo smirked at me and crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Pretty sure that’s called stealing darling.”

              “It’s not stealing per say if you leave it at my house with no intention of coming back to get them.” I replied and I crossed my arms over my chest mimicking Lo’s stance. I was a little annoyed I had come over here to express my undying love for him and we were discussing a t-shirt.

              “Oh, I was coming back for it babe, along with some other things that are mine that I want back.” Lo insisted.

              He had to be talking about the undershirt, which he was
so
not getting back. I needed to get this conversation back on track. “We need to talk, Lo.”

              “Then talk, darling. I’m listening.” He just stood there and stared at me. I really couldn’t get a good read from his stance of whether or not I had a fighting chance of getting him back. Oh well, here goes nothing.

              “I’m lonely.” I said.

              “Really? How so?” Lo demanded.

              “I’m lonely when I’m with Cyn, when I’m with Remy. I feel like I’m missing something when I’m in a room full of people. I couldn’t figure out what was missing until tonight.” I stopped and wait for Lo’s reaction.

              He gave me nothing. Just stood there with his arms crossed, waiting for me to continue. “A little participation on your part would not go unwanted right now, Lo.” I demanded.

              “This is your show darling. Tell me what you figured out.”

              “I’m afraid. Or I was.”

              “So you’re lonely and afraid?” Lo questioned.

              “Yes, well not afraid anymore and, hopefully, not lonely for long.”

              “Darling, you’re talking in circles right now.” Lo smirked at me.

              He was so right. I was bumbling through this, not making any sense. I looked down the hall towards the main room of the clubhouse and saw some chick grinding on Speed. “Do you think we could go in your room?” I asked as I watched Speed lift her top up and suck her nipple in his mouth. I felt my face heat from the blush I knew was spreading across my cheeks and swung my eyes back to Lo.

              Lo leaned out of the door and looked down the hall. He shook his head. “Take it to a fucking room Speed!”

              I looked back at Speed and saw him flip off Lo and not make a move towards a room. I knew this was Lo’s world and I needed to learn to live in it if I wanted to be with him, but I didn’t think I would ever get used to seeing
that.
“Would you ever do that to me?” I asked Lo, my eyes still watching Speed who now had taken the girls top off, still sucking on her nipple, but now palming her other tit. The girl had her head thrown back, arching her back, thrusting her boobs at Speed, obviously not concerned they were out in the open.

              “Pretty sure I have done that to you before, babe.”

              My head swung back to Lo. “You have not!”

              Lo looked at me smirking, “You already forgetting everything I’ve done to you, babe. Remember when we were in the shower, and the water was running down your sweet tits and I leaned for-.”

              “Stop! That’s not what I meant! I
totally
remember that. I
meant
would you ever do
that
to me like, out in the open, where everyone could see?”  I don’t think I could handle that. I was comfortable with Lo seeing me naked, but no one else.

              “To an extent. Fuck yeah we’ll probably kiss and grope each other in public, but let those fuck wads see what’s mine? Fuck no.” Lo hissed.

              “I’m still yours?” I whispered.

              “You never stopped being mine, Meg.”

              I was
so
going to slip into the ‘Lo Daze’ before I said what I needed to say. “Please, Lo, can we go in your room?” I pleaded.

              Lo stepped back into his room, sweeping his arm out. “Whatever you want, babe.”

              I walked in, taking in his room. It was pretty basic. A desk with a mess of papers spread all over it was to the right of the door with a black mini fridge next to it. A huge king size bed with black sheets and comforter sat on the wall opposite of the door. I swung my head to the left and saw a huge ass flat screen TV hanging on the wall that was muted but it looked like ‘Pacific Rim’ was playing. I only knew that, because it was Remy’s favorite movie and he had made me watch it countless times.

              Lo moved behind me and swung the door shut, closing us in together. I heard the lock slide in place then Lo slide his arms around me from behind. “I think we were talking about how you’re lonely and scared, babe.”

              I leaned back into Lo and let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. I wanted to stay in Lo’s arms, but I knew there wouldn’t be much talking for long if I stayed there. I moved out of his arms, towards the bed. I turned around and looked at Lo. “I’m lonely without you, but I’m scared to be with you. I like who I am and I’m worried that you are going to consume me, then there won’t be
me
anymore and then if we break up, I have nothing left. I was lost this past week without you though.”

              “Babe, you ever think the same thing could happen to me? This past week has been hell without you. I decided I was going to give you one more week to figure your shit out then I was coming for you. You’re afraid I’ll consume you? Fuck, you consumed me that first night at the bar and I didn’t even talk to you for more than half an hour and I knew I was a fucking goner. I’m yours Meg.” Lo insisted.

              I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I let Lo’s words surround me, playing over in my head.
You consumed me that first night. I’m yours.
Everything I needed to hear and more.

             
“I love you, Lo.” I whispered.

              I heard Lo gasp and I opened my eyes. His hands were fisted at his side, his breathing rapid. “Say it again.” He demanded.

              “I love you.” I said louder.

              Lo charged at me, knocking me into the center of the bed with him on top. “Say it again.” He whispered as he ran kisses across my cheek and down my neck.

              “I love you, Lo.” I giggled as his whiskers tickled me.

              “Stay the night, please.” He begged.

              “I figured that was kind of a given with my bag I packed, but yes.” I ran my hands up his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath my fingers.

              “I missed your taste.” Lo pulled my shirt up and over my head and tossed it on the floor. “What the fuck, babe?”

I knew Lo had seen the bandage on my shoulder. Time for the big reveal. “I made a quick stop before I came over. Well, not exactly quickly. More like a couple hour stop, but you get the point.” I was rambling.

“Flip over, let me take it off.” Lo ordered. Lo sat back on his haunches and I flipped over, sitting on my knees.

He carefully peeled the bandage back and I heard him gasp. “I kind of took the whole ‘caged’ thing and ran with it.” I had gotten an old fashioned bird cage that had the door swung wide open with a bird flying away with the quote ‘Facing your fears will set you free’. I had Lo’s name worked into the bird’s wing. I loved it.