Keeping Meg (Devil's Knights #6) (15 page)

“Lo,” she gasped as I sucked her clit into my mouth, nipping it with my teeth as I released it. Her knees buckled, and I knew she wasn’t going to be standing for much longer. Her hands gripped my head, and she hung her head down, watching as I devoured her. “More, please,” she begged. I pumped my finger into her one last time and pulled away. “No,” she gasped, stepping towards me. “Don’t stop.”

“I want you coming on my dick.”

“I will. Later. Right now I want to come all over your tongue,” she insisted.

I stood up and pulled her into my arms. “As good as that sounds, babe, I want that sweet pussy wrapped around my dick while I fuck the hell out of you, and you scream my name so the whole clubhouse hears it.”

“Oh, I think I can manage that,” she whispered. I walked us backward, my arms around her, and I fell back when my calves hit the bed. I pulled her with me, needing her warm, soft body on top of me.

“You still have your clothes and boots on, Lo,” she said, pushing against my chest and stood up. She pulled on the laces of my boots, pulling each one off and throwing them on the floor. I popped open the button of my jeans and tugged the zipper down just as she yanked on the hem of my jeans and pulled them down my legs. I leaned forward and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor with our growing pile of clothes.

“Much better. Just one last piece,” she mumbled, climbing up between my legs. She pulled my underwear down, and I lifted up on my elbows.

“I think you forgot one piece, babe. Bra. Off. Now,” I bit off. She reached behind her back making her tits thrust forward. I watched the show she was putting on as she unhooked it and slowly worked the straps down her arms. I stroked my cock as she grabbed her lush tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. “We still need to get those pierced, babe. Maybe that can be your wedding gift.”

“My wedding gift is pierced nipples? I think that’s more of a gift for you,” she laughed.

“Probably. Although I’m sure you’ll like it just as I will. I won’t be able to keep my mouth off of you.”

“I like when you don’t keep your mouth off of me.” One of her hands snaked down her stomach, touching everywhere my hands itched to touch. She cupped her pussy, tossing her head back as she parted the lips of her pussy and stroked her clit. My hand sped up, watching her bring herself to ecstasy with her own touch. Just the thought of her pleasuring herself drove me mad with desire. Watching her bring herself to the edge of desire was enough to make me cum all over my hand and stomach.

“Stop,” I growled, jackknifing up, grabbing her around her waist and pulled her on top of me. “So fucking hot,” I groaned, burying my face in her tits. “You’re supposed to be cumming around my dick, babe, not your fucking hand.”

“Then get to fucking work,” she laughed.

I flipped her over, covering her with my body and pinning her to the bed. Her hair was fanned out around her, and her breathing was heavy as she looked up at me, waiting for my next move. “Spread your legs,” I ordered. She spread her legs, digging her heels into the mattress and put her hands over her head.

I kneeled between her legs, stroking my dick and grabbed her tit, pinching the nipple. My cock teased the lips of her pussy, and she bucked her hips, begging for me to fuck her. “How bad do you want me, babe?”

“So bad,” she moaned, arching her back into my hand. I kneaded her breast and growled, watching her body trembled with need for me. She bucked her hips again, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I plunged into her, needing her. Her warm pussy tight and soaked as I thrust in and out. I groaned low as she reached down, grabbing my balls. She stroked and touched them, driving me insane.

She sat up, leaning back on her elbow and watched as my cock disappeared inside her. “I could watch that all day,” she purred.

She tossed her head back as I slammed into her and I knocked her hand away, unable to handle her touch anymore without exploding too soon. “Who do you belong to?” I thundered.

“Lo… Logan. I belong to you,” she trembled. I felt my orgasm building, knowing with each thrust I was closer to tipping over the edge and filling her up.

I fell on top of her, caging her in with my arms and buried my face in her neck as I searched for my release in her sweet body. She wrapped her legs around my waist, forcing my dick to hit even deeper with each thrust. Her moans and breathing became short and labored. And I knew she was close. “Cum for me,” I demanded, covering her mouth with my lips. My tongue delved into her mouth, stroking and licking as my hands explored her body, touching and caressing every inch of her.

“I love you,” she gasped as she exploded, her pussy squeezing me like a vice. She tossed her head back, shouting my name as I pounded into her on the edge of my release.

I pounded into her, fisting the sheets in my hands. She tilted her hips up, and I groaned low as my release slammed into me, my body trembling. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, as I slowly pumped into her, wringing out every last ounce of pleasure from her body.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered sweetly in my ear.

“Merry Christmas, babe. This was the best Christmas that I’ve had in years,” I mumbled into her hair.

“Hmm, you make my heart hurt when you talk like that, Lo.”

“Just the truth.” I rolled off the side, laying down and she snuggled into my arms, closing her eyes.

“I’m glad I get to be that for you, Lo,” she mumbled.

I brushed the hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re everything to me, Meg. Without you, I know I’m nothing.”

Her eyes lazily opened, a small smile spreading across her lips. “I think you’re supposed to save this for the wedding day during our vows.”

“I’m going to tell you every day, babe. At least ten times.”

“I love you, handsome,” she whispered, caressing my cheek. “I know you love me by the way you treat me. By the way, you let me be crazy but are always there to reel me in. I know you love me because I feel it in the way you look at me.”

“I will fucking love you until my last breath,” I promised, resting my head against her forehead. “Till the stars fall from the sky, you’re mine.”

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Chapter 2
1

Meg

“You want to explain to me why there are twelve crock pots in my room?” Roam asked, stalking down the hallway to me.

I was standing on a ladder that was precariously leaning to the left, trying to hang the last of the decorations for the wedding that was tomorrow. Fucking tomorrow. I tried not to freak out, but every time someone mentioned that we were down to mere hours away from me becoming Mrs. Birch, I had to fight off a panic attack. “Because I didn’t know that you were going to be in town. I asked Lo where to put them, and he said your room. If you let people know where you are, you wouldn’t come home to crockpots all over your room.”

“Lesson learned,” he laughed. “I couldn’t miss the prez’s wedding, though. I cut my plans short and headed back.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here, Roam. But it looks like you’re sleeping with twelve crock pots until tomorrow morning.”

“Bunk in Slider’s room. He’s been staying at Fayth’s so his bed is empty,” Lo said, walking out of the kitchen, a beer and wine cooler in his hand.

“Who the hell is Fayth?”

“Leo’s sister and Slider’s pain in the ass,” Hammer called. He was standing on top of the pool table hanging the last of the lanterns from the ceiling.

I had managed to put everyone to work, Lo included, who at the moment seemed was taking a break. My goal was to make the common room look more like a reception hall and less like a den of debauchery. I was basically trying to shine a turd.

“Here, babe,” Lo said, holding the wine cooler up to me. If Lo had handed me a drink an hour ago, I would have yelled at him and told him to get back to work. Now, after all, the day of cleaning, cooking, and decorating the cake, a wine cooler looked pretty damn good. I grabbed it, putting it to my lips and moaned as the sweet goodness slid down my throat.

“Hmm, nectar of the Gods.”

Lo shook his head, laughing at me and held the ladder. I set my drink down and finished pinning up the last of the paper lanterns.

“Alright, I managed to organize all the cars in back and made room for all the guests to park tomorrow. Please tell me I’m done and throw me one of those damn beers,” Demon grumbled, walking through the front door with Edge, Rigid, and Gambler on his heels.

“I think that was the last thing I needed to be done.” I mentally ran through my long list of stuff that needed to be done in my head and realized that everything was done. Everything for the tacos had been chopped, prepped, and put into containers to hold until tomorrow. The meat was ready to be put in crock pots first thing in the morning. The four tier cake that I had painstakingly slaved over was now in the office of the body shop with a warning to everyone that if they touched, licked or knocked the damn thing over, they were dead. D. E. A. D.

I glanced at the clock seeing that it was half past six. “Everyone get ready for the rehearsal dinner,” I called climbing down from the ladder.

“Rehearsal dinner?” Roam asked, looking around. He was lucky I liked him. Otherwise, I would have knocked him across the head for all the questions he was asking.

“Yeah,” Lo said, “Take a fucking shower and be ready to go at seven. We’re headed to The Den for dinner and drinks.”

Roam ambled off down the hallway, shaking his head but didn’t say anything else.

“I think Cyn is already in the shower. I’m gonna see if I can sneak in before she gets out.” Rigid sprinted down the hallway, dodging around Roam.

I grabbed my drink off the top of the ladder and sat down at the bar. “You gonna take a shower before we go?” Lo asked, walking around to the other side of the bar.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I smell like taco meat and buttercream. Both yummy things, but not together.”

“I’m going to have to agree with you on that one, babe,” Lo laughed, leaning across the bar, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Thank you for all the help today,” I mumbled against his lips.

“Anything for you,” he smirked. “Plus I’m racking up points for later when I piss you off.”

“Oh, is that how it is?” I laughed, draining the rest of my drink. I was going to need at least two more of these before we left. I was beyond exhausted, and we still had dinner and drinks to get through before I could collapse into bed tonight. A bed, might I add, that Lo was not going to be in.

Lo was going to stay at the clubhouse with all the guys, and the girls and I were all going to be camping out at Ethel’s. When we were shopping, Ethel insisted that Lo and I not see each other before the wedding. No matter what I said to sway her, she said no. In the end, Lo and I both agreed that after the rehearsal dinner we wouldn’t see each other until I walked down the aisle.

“Although I should try to get on my ma’s good side in case she catches me sneaking into your room tonight.”

“Well,” I said pushing my empty bottle towards him. “If you try to sneak into my bed, I think you might have quite the surprise with Cyn sleeping with me.”

“Then you’ll just have to sneak out to come see me. I don’t like this whole not seeing you until tomorrow.”

“You can handle nineteen hours without her, Logan,” Ethel scolded, walking out of the kitchen as she untied the apron around her waist.

I covered my mouth with my hand, laughing that Lo had just been busted by his mom. “I’ll keep an eye on him, Ethel,” Demon smirked, walking behind the bar and grabbing a beer. “He’ll be too busy with all the plans I have for him tonight.”

“I don’t care what you do as long as I don’t catch you trying to sneak up my sidewalk to see Meg.”

“Ma, it’s a stupid tradition.”

“Humor your mother, Logan,” she glared. “I’m going to grab Gravel from the shop then head home to shower. We’ll meet you at The Den at seven.” She breezed out the door, waving as she went.

“I’m going to see you tonight,” Lo swore.

“No, you won’t,” Ethel snapped, sticking her head through the door she had just walked through. She slammed the door shut behind her and Demon, and Gambler and I busted out laughing.

“I think it’s for the best that we listen to your mom, handsome,” I laughed shaking my head.

“Humph, we’ll see,” he huffed. “Go shower, babe. I’ll finish cleaning up here and then be into change.”

“Thanks, hunny.” I stood up on the bottom rung of my stool and leaned over the bar and kissed Lo.

“Bang on Gwen’s door on the way by and tell her to hurry her ass up,” Gambler called as I turned the corner down the hall.

I knocked on Gwen’s door and two seconds after, Gwen threw the door open dressed in only a towel, and I had to assume she was expecting Gambler because she leaned against the door frame all sexy and her shoulders sagged when she saw that it was me.

“Um, Gambler said to hurry your ass up,” I laughed.

“Oh, sure,” she mumbled, tugging the towel up a bit higher. Gwen and Cyn had both helped me all day getting everything just right for tomorrow and were both as exhausted as I was. “I was thinking you were Gambler coming to collect on a bet he had won before.”

“When are you going to learn that Gambler always wins?” I snickered. It seemed like every other day Gwen was complaining about this or that bet Gambler had won.

“This one was different. I didn’t see any way possible that he could win, but the damn fucker still won.”

“What was the bet?”

“He said he was going to have one of the bodyguards that are protecting Remy take Paige to the wedding as their date. I figured I knew my sister and she would say no.”

“So which one did she agree to go with?”

“Princeton. The tall one with the neck tattoo. I tried telling her she had no idea what she was getting into, but she insisted that she would be fine. To say I was shocked that she had agreed is a damn understatement.”

“I don’t want to know what he asked for since you answered your door in your robe I can assume what it was. Just don’t be late for dinner,” I laughed stepping away from the door.