Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series (14 page)

              “She coming tonight?” Demon asked, as he sat on a stool next to me with a blonde on his lap. Her shirt was hanging off one shoulder, dangerously close to exposing her tit. Bitch probably cut her shirt, so that shit would happen. That kind of shit use to drive me crazy, make me want to yank her shirt off. Now, all it did was make me roll my fucking eyes and look to the door to see if Meg was here yet.

              “Should be here anytime.” I growled as the door opened, but all that entered was a fucking group of pussy that held no fucking appeal to me.

              “You need something to relieve the pressure?” Demon’s pussy asked as she ran her hand up my arm.

              I turned to look at her and ripped her hand off. “Get the fuck off me.”

              “Aw, come one. The girls and I heard you were seeing someone. Why not let me and Cherry help you out before she gets here. I bet she can’t do the things we can.” She nodded to my left and some pussy I had fucked a while ago walked up.  I didn’t even know her name was Cherry when I fucked her. She really was just something to help relieve the pressure. I looked her up and down, which she took as the go ahead to touch me, and wrapped her arm around my neck and pushed her tits into my face.

              “Give me five minutes and I can rock your world, King baby.” She whispered in my ear.

              The smell of her perfume was suffocating me, and I again wondered what the fuck I ever saw in any of these bitches. I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. She squealed as I added pressure and got right in her face. “Spread the fucking word, bitch. I don’t want any of yours or any other bitch’s pussy. You got me? Keep your fucking hands off me or I will rip your fucking fake ass tits off.” I twisted her arm a little tighter then released her. She stumbled away from me, landing on her ass.

              Speed moved to help her up, but I pierced with my gaze, letting him know to not fucking touch her. He held his hands up in surrender and sat back down. She scurried off the floor and took off.

              “I think you got your message through that time, King.” Demon chuckled beside me.

              I looked over and saw the pussy he had sitting on his lap before was gone. “Sorry you lost your pussy for the night. But I’m not fucking sorry about scaring the shit out of that bitch.”

              “Plenty of others out there for me, brother. No fucking skin off my teeth which one ends up face down, ass up in my bed tonight.” Demon raised his hand at Turtle for another beer and threw his empty one in the garbage.

              “There is plenty to choose from.” I scanned to clubhouse seeing there was probably three girls to every guy. Definitely plenty to go around for the brothers tonight. Ever since we moved into town, the fucking bitches around here were clamoring to get invited to parties. Plenty of pussy for everyone. Except me. The only pussy that would fucking do for me had yet to show up. I pulled my phone out, double checking to make sure I hadn’t missed a call from her. I didn’t get a chance to call her today and by the time we had gotten back to the clubhouse it was five thirty. I had decided to wait for her to show up, even though my fucking dick had been screaming for her all day.

              “What the fuck is Mickey carrying?” Demon asked, snapping me out of my thinking.

              “Not a fucking clue.” I replied as he walked up to me and Demon, setting two pans down on the bar.

              Demon took the cover off one and sniffed it. “Where the fuck did you get these from?”

              “Meg. I saw her struggling through the door with them and offered to carry them in. She said she had one more to get from the truck.” Mickey grunted as he walked around the bar and rummaged through the drawers, looking for a knife.

              Meg was here. My dick fucking twitched at the thought of her being here and my eyes shot to the door, waiting for her to come back in.

              Except she never did.

              Fuck.

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Chapter 21

Meg

              I was home. Yup. Home.

              I had walked into the clubhouse, juggling the Twix and s’more bars, when Mickey walked up and took them from me, offering to help. I told him I had one more pan to get and moved to go back outside. Except something made me look to the bar. I saw Lo and froze.

              Lo was with some woman who had her arm wrapped around his neck and she was whispering into his ear. I saw him reach up and wrap his hand around her arm and I unfroze. I ran out the door, straight to my truck and got the fuck out of there.

              I pulled into my driveway, hoping Cyn was back, but she wasn’t. I couldn’t believe what I had just saw. Just this morning, Lo made me promise I was his and what do I see as soon as I walked into the clubhouse, some chick hanging all over him, tits in his face, gorgeous body draped over him. I was a fucking idiot.

              I grabbed the banana bars off the seat and headed into the house. I set them on the table, thinking at least Cyn will be happy I didn’t leave the banana bars there. I heard the roar of a motorcycle and heavy boots pounding up my stairs.

              I thought I would have a little time before I would have to face Lo, thinking he was fucking some random girl. Apparently not.

              I walked into the living room and waited. I looked through the screen door and saw Lo standing there.

              “Why’d you leave?” He demanded.

              “You looked like you were pretty busy. I didn’t want to bother you.” I snapped back. He banged through the screen door and got in my face.

              “What the fuck are you talking about? I was drinking a fucking beer, waiting for you.”

              “Well, I guess we have different ideas of what to do with the time while waiting. I would read a book or take a nap if I’m waiting, you think messing around is a good thing to do while waiting.” I screamed at him.

              “What the fuck!” He boomed back at me. “I wasn’t fucking around.”

              “Well, the fucking big titted blonde hanging all over you would probably tell me differently.”

              Lo shook his head at me and laughed. The fucker laughed at me. “Glad to see you can find some fucking humor in this,
King.’
I sneered at him. ‘Now get the fuck out.”

              “You didn’t stay till the end of the show did you, babe, when I told her to keep her fucking hands off and if she didn’t I would rip her fucking tits off.”

              I flinched at the harshness of his words. “Doesn’t matter if I missed the end. I’m not the kind of woman who can stand by and watch other woman hit on the guy she’s with and be ok with it. I can’t sit around waiting for the one time someone hits on you and you realize you want to take them up on their offer.”

              Lo shook his head at me and crossed his arms over his chest. “I see in the ten minutes it took me to get here, you filled your head with so much bullshit about me that sweet Meg is fucking gone.” He fumed at me.

              “That Meg you want is gone. She’s been hurt too much to come back.” I responded.

              “No, she’s not. She’s just burying her head in the fucking sand, running away. I know she’s in there, I’ve seen glimpses of her. I want her back because I am getting fucking sick and tired of having to convince you to be with me. I leave you for six fucking hours and I come back to you with your walls built up, convinced I’m cheating on you. ” He roared.

              “You don’t always get what you want, Lo.” I whispered. “I can’t live my life feeling like I need to be better than your last, worried that I won’t be good enough.”

              “You act like I am throwing my past in your face. Not once have I brought it up.”

              “You don’t have to talk about it, for it to be thrown in my face. How many of those girls there tonight were you with? Have you fucked that woman who was draped all over you?” I ranted.

              Lo shifted his eyes to the left and I got my answer. He had fucked her and probably most of those girls there tonight. I couldn’t handle this. “I can’t do this. I can’t sit back and let you hurt me. I did it for twelve years, I’m not going to let you do it to me now.”

              “I am not your ex, Meg. Stop fucking confusing the two of us. You had the two of us over in your mind before we even started.” Lo accused.

              “It’s called being cautious, Lo. If we stay together, I can’t handle the day that comes when you destroy me. Please leave.”

              “I’m not going anywhere, Meg. I’ll still be here running the garage, president of the club, waiting for you to realize that I am not your ex. I don’t want anyone, but you. You think that I don’t see the way other guys look at you? All of the guys in the club are waiting for me to fuck things up with you so they can be the next in line. I deal with that by knowing that you are mine. They can look and dream all they want about you, but you are mine, no one else’s. As soon as you get over all the shit swirling around in your mind, come find me.”  Lo moved to the door and looked back at me. “Nothing to say, babe?”

              “What if I get past all my shit and there’s nothing left? Maybe all I am is my past.” I sobbed out. I was full out crying. It felt like my heart was being ripped out and I had no idea how to stop it.

              “I don’t believe that. She’s in there, Meg, let her out. I’ll see ya around, babe.”

              And then he was gone. I heard his bike crank up and roar out of my driveway and my life.

              I dropped to my knees crying. I had the perfect man, standing in front of me demanding to be let in, and I wouldn’t let him in. I knew to be happy, I needed to let him in, but I was so afraid to be hurt.

              I laid down on the cold, hardwood floor crying. I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing for things to be different. Wishing I could have met Lo before Hunter, before I was so afraid to let someone in, before I lost who I was.

              I heard my phone go off in the kitchen, but I ignored it. There was no one I wanted to talk to. All I wanted was to be alone, because that was all I was ever going to be, alone.

              I closed my eyes.  It didn’t hurt when I wasn’t awake, so I slept.

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Lo

              I pulled up to the clubhouse and turned my bike off. I ran my hands through my hair and looked up at the sky. I had to let her go, I didn’t see another way.

              Fuck, I wanted Meg. It felt like I couldn’t breathe without her, but I wasn’t going to make her be with me. Any time we were separated, she filled her head with doubts and shit, and then I would have to convince her to be with me. She needed to realize on her own she wanted me. I showed her what she could have by being with me, now she just needed to realize she couldn’t breathe without me.

              I just hoped it wouldn’t take too long, I felt like I was suffocating without her.

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Lo

              Demon and Rigid had cornered me as soon as I walked into the clubhouse, wanting to know what the fuck was going on. “What the fuck did you do?” Demon demanded.

              “She fucking saw that god damn pussy all over me and freaked the fuck out.” I ground out. I didn’t want to explain shit to these fuckers. Meg was my problem, not theirs.

              “You tell her you told that bitch to get fucking lost?” Rigid asked around a mouthful of the bars Meg had brought. I looked down the bar, one pan was empty and the other was almost gone. Fucking vultures.

              “Yeah, I fucking told her. She didn’t want to hear it. She had her mind made up already.” I slipped down to the last pan and grabbed a slice. Fucking heaven. I swallowed it down in three bites and motioned to Turtle for another beer.

              “So, that’s it, you fucking done with her?” Demon asked.

              “No, but she needs to get her fucking head right. Every time I’m with her, I have to convince her to not run. I can’t keep doing that shit.”

              “So what the fuck are you going to do? Half the guys in the club are ready to hop on their fucking bikes and take over where you left off.” Rigid threw in, knowing he was going to piss me the fuck off.

              “Anybody fucking goes near her without me knowing, I will shove their fucking balls down their throat.” I threatened. The only guy who was going to get Meg was going to be me.

              “So I repeat, what the fuck are you going to do?” Rigid demanded.

              “Fucking wait, but I want one guy watching her at all times. I know we got this shit wrapped up with Big A, but I don’t trust the fucker. He somehow knew about Meg and we still don’t know how he knew. We either got a fucking rat around here or he has someone infiltrating our territory. I need to know what he knows and how he found it out.” I explained, concerned that Big A was still watching Meg.

              “We’ll set the prospects on her. They can rotate out. You want her to know, or you want them to keep their distance from her?” Demon asked.

              “Keep their distance. I don’t want to freak her out even more by worrying with Big A.” I chugged the rest of my beer and slammed it down on the bar.

              “You want me to send come company to help relieve that pressure you're feeling right now?” Rigid asked.

              “You fucking send anyone to my room that isn’t Meg and I will fucking end you, brother. The only pussy I want is Meg’s.” I thundered. I was tempted to fucking punch the fuck out of Rigid even if he stopped fucking with me.

              “Except Meg don’t want you to have her pussy anymore.”

              I fisted my right hand, swung at Rigid and connected with his jaw and laid his ass out. I stood over him and lifted him by his collar and got in his face. “I ever hear you talk about Meg’s pussy again, it’s fucking on. Brother or not, I will take you down. Spread the fucking word, anyone who even whispers shit about Meg will find themselves flat on their back with a fucking imprint of my fist on their face. Spread it wide.” I growled and shoved Rigid back on the ground.

              “Calm the fuck down, King. Ain’t nobody gonna talk shit about Meg. You know fucking Rigid, fucker never knows when to shut his mouth.” Demon said as he poured two shots of tequila and shoved one at me.

              I threw it back, feeling the burn all the way down to my stomach, slamming it down on the bar for another. Rigid clamored off the floor and sat back down. “Fucking A, King. You didn’t need to fucking knock me out. I was giving you shit. I ain’t never seen you like this over a chick before.”

              I noticed Rigid didn’t call her pussy anymore. Fucker was finally learning. “Like I told you before, brother, Meg is end game. She is it.”

              “Alright, brother, so how the fuck are you going to get her back?” Rigid asked.

              I honestly really had no idea what to do to get her back. I showed her everything I could give her. Let her know that she was it for me, and I thought she had gotten that. Then BAM! She fucking flips a fucking switch and she’s gone. “You got Cyn’s number?” I asked Rigid. The only way I knew to get in with Meg, is to show her I cared. I knew when I left her, she was seconds away from breaking.

              “Yeah, why?”

              “Meg is going to need someone right now, and as much as I would love to be that person, she won’t let me in. I’m just gonna call Cyn and ask her to check up on Meg.”

              “Then what?’ Rigid asked as he pulled his phone out and rattled the number off to me.

              “I wait for her to come back to me brother. Just fucking wait.”

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