Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series (6 page)

              “Sounds like you got plenty of room, darling.” This was from Rigid, who I promptly gave a eat shit look to and then he promptly laughed at me. Douche.

              “All right, I’m with Meg in her room, you guys sweet talk the other girls so you can stay with them. We’ll be back.” Lo tugged my arm and we were out the door.

              “Wait! You can’t sleep with me! Have you lost your mind?” I tugged my arm and Lo finally let me go.

              “We need to talk, babe.” Lo backed me up against the brick wall and caged me in with his arms.

              “Yeah, we do. We need to talk about how you are not sleeping in my room. Look, I have a phone.’ I pulled my phone out and waved it in Lo’s face. ‘I’ll just Google some hotels around here and find you guys a place to stay. Problem solved.”

              Lo ripped it out of my hand and shoved it into his back pocket.

              “Hey! You can’t do that!” I shouted at Lo.

              “Just did, babe. Now we talk.” He ordered.

              “You suck. Men suck.” I whined.

              Lo ran his hand down my cheek and tipped my head to look at him. “Babe.” He whispered.

              “Fine talk. The sooner we talk, the sooner we can have sex, then the sooner you can leave and the sooner I can go back to my life. So talk Lo.” I snapped at him. Men really did suck.

              “Who hurt you?” He asked instantly.

              “What?” I didn’t expect that question.

              “Who hurt you and made you think men suck?”

              “This is what we are going to talk about? Really?”

              “For now, yeah.”

              Ok, I guess talking about my douche of an ex was better than working on Lo’s list he had of things he wanted to do to me. “I was married for twelve years. We had a son, Remy. We got divorced five years ago. The end.” The condensed version.

              “How old is your son?” He countered.

              “Sixteen.”

              “This is like pulling teeth with you babe. I told you shit about me. Now it’s payback time. Why did you get divorced?” He asked, annoyed with my short answers.

              “I was too young when I got married. Nineteen. Do you have anything from when you were nineteen?” I shot back.

              “No, babe. I can’t even remember being nineteen.” He smirked at me.

              “Well, imagine making a horrible decision and living with it for the rest of your life. That is my ex. The first person to show any affection to me and I was hooked. I was young, stupid, and never should have gotten married.  Two months after we got married, I got pregnant. After I had my son, Remington, I saw the real person Hunter was. Self-centered and completely shallow. The two things I learned that I cannot stand in a person. He treated me like crap. I learned after the first five years, it was best for me to be seen and not heard.” I looked at Lo to see what he was thinking. His face looked hard and pissed off. I could see a slight tick in his jaw.

              “That it?” He said through clenched teeth.

              “Hardly.” He wanted to talk, well we were going to talk. “I can count on one hand the times he honestly complimented me or made me feel beautiful. He made me feel like I was an embarrassment and ugly.  I never heard a nice word from him, whether it be about how I looked, what I cooked, or how I was raising our son. But you better believe if he didn’t like something, I heard about it. I hated him. I still hate him. He made me feel like I was the lowest piece of shit and that I should be thankful that he took mercy on me by being with me. After twelve years, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I wasn’t going to give him the right to make me cry or make me feel like shit any more. We had a huge fight and he left and never came back. We share custody of Remy and hardly talk unless it has to do with Remy. Men suck.” I was on the verge of tears, but I said what needed to be said.

              “No babe, men don’t suck. Your ex sucks, a lot.” Lo growled.

              “Humph, all men are the same. They tell you what you want to hear to get you in bed and then they either leave or stick around and treat you like shit.” I shot back.

              “Meg, your parents still together?” He questioned.

              Huh? What? What kind of question was that? “Yeah. Fifty-nine years.” I replied, confused.

              “He treat her good?”

              “The best.” I seriously had no idea where he was going with this.

              But he wasn’t done. No, he fired another weird question at me. “What about Troy. He got a woman?”

              “No, he can’t find a good one to stick around. Totally crazy. He would be an awesome boyfriend if he could find the right girl.” Completely clueless where he was headed with all these questions.

              “Thought all men sucked, babe?” Lo grabbed a piece of my hair and started twirling it in between his fingers. Oh, now I see where he was headed.

              Shit. He was totally right. Time to back pedal. “Ok, so not
all
men suck, but the majority of them do. If you’re not five foot ten, a size 0, with tits and an ass, which, by the way, is pretty much impossible unless you’ve had some help from a doctor, no man is interested. Especially a guy like you.” I said, as I poked Lo in the chest.

              “This is going to take a lot longer than I thought. I don’t know how other guys think, but I am going to clue you in to how I and probably all the guys in the club think. You are fucking hot.” Lo bit out.

              “Bullshit.” I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips. I looked at Lo, feeling the irritation rolling off him.

              “Stop talking. You said your piece, now I get to say mine.’ He growled at me. I
might
have upset Lo. ‘You have lots of ass and tons of tits babe. I can’t wait to get you naked so I can see everything you are hiding under those clothes. I’m a big guy babe. I don’t want a woman who eats a piece of lettuce and gets full. The woman I want laying under me needs to be able to take me and everything I give. A pretty face and a bag of bones for a body does not do it for me. When I saw you clamoring to get off the floor at the store after helping my mom, I knew you were going to be in my bed.”

              This is where I choked. Literally choked on my own spit. Man, I was classy.

              “Tonight, I’m going to be in your bed. But after talking to you, and you telling me all that shit about your ex, babe, I can see I’m going to have to go about this in a different way. Tonight, we will get to know each other, we take this shit slowly.” He drawled, skimming his hand up my arm.

              “Slow?” I shivered at his touch.

              “Yeah, babe, slow. Now you wanna go back in with your girls or head to the hotel?” He asked.

              “Back in with my girls!” I exclaimed. I
so
was not ready to be completely alone with Lo.

              Lo ran his hands down my sides and gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him. He leaned his head down to me and brushed his lips against mine.

              “I thought we were going slowly?” I whispered. My lips brushing against his.

              “Mm, we are, babe. That means we aren’t having sex tonight, but I am going to get a taste of you. Make sure you’re worth all this shit.”

              I gasped, because really, I was so worth all this shit. If not a little bit whiny, but still, so worth it.

              My gasp was cut off when Lo’s lips brushed against mine again, except this time his hands slide into my hair and held me close. I wrapped my arms around his waist, tipped my head up and kissed him back. He nipped my bottom lip then started sucking on it to sooth it. He released my lip and his tongue traced my lips.

              My hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the warm skin of his back. I opened my mouth and our tongues swirled and danced together. One kiss from Lo and I was ready to rip my clothes off and let him take me right there on the sidewalk.

              Lo’s hands drifted from my hair down my body and brushed against my breasts. Our lips broke apart and I shivered from the loss of his lips.

              “You taste even better than I imagined.” Lo trailed kisses down the side of my neck as his hands traveled down my body.

              “Meg! They have karaoke tonight!” Cyn came stumbling out of the bar, precariously leaning to the left. “And the hottest guy just bought me a drink! Best night ever!” Cyn raised her arms in the air, throwing up devil horns.

              “Son of a bitch.” Low growled in my ear.

              I slide my hands out of Lo’s shirt and tried to catch my breath. “That’s good honey. I’ll be in in just a second ok?” I said to Cyn.

              Cyn smiled, realizing what she had barges in on. “No worries. Take your time. We can sing our song when you get done with, um, you know, whatever you were doing.” Cyn let out a giggle and stumbled back into the bar.

              “I think I might have to cut her off.” I said as Lo nuzzled my neck, burying his hands in my hair again.

              “You really got your own room, babe?” Lo mused.

              “Yeah. Why?” I wondered out loud.

              “Because that is the second time your girl has interrupted us and I plan on tasting all of you tonight and I want no interruptions.”

              I’d like to say that I resisted, put up a fight, but I didn’t. I blame the ‘Lo Daze’. “Thank god I have my own room.” I blurted out.

              Lo chuckled and shook his head. “Got a lock on the door?”

              “Yes, Lo.” I sighed.

              Lo growled again. “Fuck, babe, I love when you say my name.”

              He kissed me hard on the lips, making me second guess my decision to not go back to the hotel right away. Lo lifted his head from mine, brushing his fingers across my lips. “We better go back inside before I push you up against this wall and fuck you.” Geez, talk about getting straight to the point. “Fucking drive me crazy. I gotta tell ya babe, been with a lot of women but never have they driven me crazy like you do with just a kiss.”

              The mention of other women with Lo was like a cold bucket of water dumped over me. Shit. I stiffen and pulled away from Lo. “We should head back in.” I stammered.

              Lo lifted his head from my neck and narrowed his eyes at me. “Why’d you pull away from me?”

              “We should head back in.” I said again.

              “Shit. I was in there wasn’t I, and then you started thinking again.’ He was so right, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. ‘What happened?” He demanded.

              What happened? Should I tell him that the thought of him with any other woman turned me into raging jealous bitch? I had absolutely no right to feel that way about him. We weren’t a couple or anything. Right?

              “Just got a chill.” I lied.

              Lo saw right through my lie and looked pissed. “Shit, babe, I can just imagine all the bull shit swirling around in your head right now.” He ran his hands through his hair and just looked at me.

              “I’m fine.”

              “Shit. It’s like you just flipped the switch off that I worked so hard to flip on.” He grunted.

              “Look King, I’m all good. Let’s go back in.” I moved two steps forward before Lo advanced on me, pressing me against the brick wall again.

              “Don’t call me King. The only thing you call me is Lo or Logan.” Lo growled at me through clenched teeth. Lo’s striking green eyes had gone molten and scary. He had one hand buried in my hair and the other one slid to my butt, pulling me against him. I was getting a glimpse at pissed off Lo and I made a mental note that pissed off Lo was not a good thing. Totally hot, but probably not a good idea to piss him off.

              I parted my lips to yell at him that I could call him whatever I wanted, when he slammed his lips to mine. He took advantage of my open mouth, sliding his tongue inside. He sucked my tongue into his mouth sliding it against his silky tongue. I moaned into Lo’s mouth and grabbed on to his biceps, holding on. It was the only thing that I could do.

              Lo broke away and said, “What’s my name?”

              “Lo.” I moaned as I leaned into him, following his retreating lips.

              “Fuck, you are so worth it.” Lo kissed me quick and stepped away from me completely. I immediately missed his warmth. “Let’s head back in.”

              My head was swimming with rioting emotions and I didn’t know what to say or do. So, I followed Lo.

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Lo

She was mine. The second my lips touched hers, I knew.

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Chapter 9

Meg

              We walked back into the bar, and Lo order another Old Fashioned for me and a beer for himself. He started talking to another guy in a cut I had never seen before, who was leaning against the bar.

              I stood there dazed, staring at Lo. I seriously had no idea what to do. Lo took pity on me, wrapping his arm around my neck and pulled me into his side. He turned his head to the side and whispered in my ear, “You keep that just been fucked look on your face, babe, I’m gonna bend you over this bar and actually fuck you.”

              My head snapped away from Lo and I glared at him. “I do not look like I’ve just been fucked. That isn’t even a real thing.” I countered.

              “With you it is. Eyes soft, lips swollen with a small satisfied smile on your face, yeah, babe it’s you.” Lo smirked.

              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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