Keeping Meg (Devil's Knights #6) (3 page)

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Chapter 4

Lo

“You break and tell her what’s going on with the assassins yet?” Troy asked as he shoveled the last of the eggs into his mouth.

I leaned back in my chair, sipping my coffee. “No. But not for her lack of trying. I swear she’s going to withhold sex from me soon. I can tell you right now, that shit will not fly.”

Troy looked over his shoulder into the kitchen, making sure Marley wasn’t behind him. “You really think it’s that big of a deal that we can’t tell the girls what’s going on?”

“No, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal, but Rigid doesn’t want to stress out Cyn anymore than she is right now. Hopefully, when we meet with Leo tomorrow, we’ll know more and be able to tell the girls. Right now, all we know is Big A spewed some shit at Gwen. I need to find out more.”

“Well,” Troy pushed his plate away and patted his stomach. He just ate like he wasn’t going to eat for the rest of the week. “all I can tell you is the longer you keep it from Meg, the harder she’s going to try to get it out of you.”

“I think I know Meg, brother.”

Troy put his hands up and shrugged. “Yeah, you’ve been friends with her for years. You totally know her better than I do.” Troy stood up and headed outside, slamming the door behind him.

Son of a bitch. I didn’t want Troy pissed at me, but it really fucking irritated me when he acted like he was her personal pit bull. What he was saying made sense, but I didn’t want to tell Meg anything till I knew more. “Son of a bitch.” I set my coffee cup down and ran my fingers through my hair.

“You ready?” Meg asked, wrapping her arms around my neck from behind. She placed a kiss on my cheek and moaned. “I’m more than ready,” she purred, running her hands up and down my chest.

“Hmm, what got you all excited, babe?”

“Well,” she whispered in my ear, “I was in the shower, and I was lathering soap all over me, and all I could think about was what this scruff is going to feel like when you eat me out.” I grabbed her arm, twisting her around and pulled her into my lap. Her arm knocked my cup, coffee splashing over the side. “Whoopsie,” she whispered.

      
“What else did you do in the shower?” I didn’t fucking care she just spilled hot coffee on my hand, I was much more concerned about what she had been doing when I wasn’t there to watch.

“Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I’ll just make you show me when we get to your house.”

“It’s your house, too, Lo,” she mumbled, trailing a finger down my chest. “You did move in with me.”

I had, to a point. I still had stuff
at the clubhouse, though. “You’re avoiding my question.”

She shrugged her shoulders but didn’t say anything.

“What if I say your house is my house, will you tell me what else you did?”

Her eyes flared, and I knew I had her. “Not only will I tell you, but I will also definitely show you, too.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my lips and smiled.

“Let’s go home, babe.” I lifted her up in my arms and carried her out the door. “Keys?” She pulled them out of her pocket, and I opened the driver’s side door to her truck.

“You’re driving, aren’t you?” she pouted, scooting over to the middle of the seat.

“Yes, I’m still worried about you driving since the whole drive thru incident.” I slid in, slamming the door behind me and started the truck.

“Hey! That was not my fault at all! That pencil dick in the drive thru was being an ass. He started it.” Meg crossed her arms over her chest and stuck her bottom lip out.

      
I threw my arm over the back of the seat and looked out the back window as I backed out of the parking spot. “Babe, you’re twenty years older than him.”

She glared at me, her eyes flaring, and I knew that was not the right thing to say. “You might want to think very carefully about the next words that come out of your mouth, Logan Birch.”

I shifted into drive and headed out the driveway to Meg’s. “I plead the fifth,” I mumbled.

“Wise choice,” she humphed, crossing her arms over her chest. “How bad do you think the porch will be to fix?”

“I think the whole damn thing is going to need to be replaced.” Meg groaned but didn’t say anything. I knew she loved that damn porch, and it sucked the fucking Assassins blew the damn thing up. “We’ll get it fixed, babe, and have you back to drinking coffee on it every morning.”

“Good. I’d also like to live in my house again, not just drop by once a week to pick up clothes.” I knew living at the clubhouse was wearing thin for everyone, but we didn’t have a choice. We never knew when the Assassins would strike next.

“Soon.” I grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

Something had to give with the Assassins. We just had to figure out their weakness.

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Chapter 5

Meg

I was out of coffee. How in the hell did that happen?

“Babe, what the fuck are you doing?”

I had left Lo on the porch and wandered into the house hoping to make a pot of coffee and wallow in my porch troubles. Lo was right, it was a total loss. Fucking Assassins.

I banged the cabinet door shut and leaned against the counter. This day was sucking ass, and it wasn’t even half over. “I’m out of coffee,” I mumbled.

Lo pressed his body against my back and wrapped his arms around me. “You need me to run to the store to get some?”

I leaned my head back and rested it on his shoulder. How the hell did I get so lucky to find this man? I already had two cups of coffee, and I really didn’t need any more, but he was more than willing to run to the store for me. “No, I’ll survive. I’ll pick some up the next time I grocery shop for the house.”

“There might be something else that could replace your coffee for the day.”

“Oh yeah, and what would that be?”

He brushed his lips against my ear and a shiver ran through my body. “I seem to remember you wondering what my beard would feel like in other places,” he growled, trailing kisses down my neck and all thoughts of coffee flew out the window.

“Hmm, you did say you’ve been missing our big bed.” I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pressed me against the counter, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head.

“I’ve missed having you all to myself.” He reached around, unhooking my bra and tossed it on the floor. His green eyes darkened with desire, and he licked his lips. “I still can’t believe you’re all mine, babe.”

I delved my fingers into his hair and arched my back as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. “I’m always yours, Lo. No matter where we are.”

“I know. It’s just nice that I can strip you naked whenever I want when we’re at your house.”

“Except when Remy is home,” I laughed, pushing him back. “How about we take this to the bed?” I suggested.

He leaned in, nuzzling my neck. “I like the way you think.” He pressed a kiss to my lips then hoisted me over his shoulders and headed to the bedroom.

“You’re going to give yourself a hernia one day if you keep lifting me. I was not made for lifting.” He tossed me on the bed and crawled up and covered me with his body.

“You know what happens when you put yourself down, babe. That pretty little ass of yours meets my hand, and I spank all that bullshit out of your head.” He leaned back and popped open the button of my jeans.

“Watch your head,” I warned as I looked at the fan blades whoosh past his head. We both loved the big bed, the only problem was that it was so tall, that the fan was capable of taking your head off if you weren’t careful.

“I got it.” He worked my pants down my legs and tossed them on the floor. “There’s only one head you should be worrying about right now,” he winked.

“Cheesy, Lo. So cheesy,” I laughed.

He leaned down, pressing kisses to the inside of my legs and a shiver ran through my body as he rubbed his scruff against me. “You know you like it.”

“I must confess,” I moaned as his lips grazed over my pussy, “that I am a fan of all things Lo, even your cheesiness.”

He tugged on the waistband of my underwear and slowly dragged them down. “No matter how many times I see you naked, it’s always better than the last.”

And this is where my heart explodes into a million pieces, and I know Logan Birch is the man for me. “God dammit, I love you, Lo,” I whispered.

“I never doubted it.” He tossed my underwear over his shoulder and spread my legs apart. “Put your arms above your head.”

I slowly raised my arms and clasped my hands over my head. “I like touching you, though, Lo.”

“You will, babe. For now, it’s all about you.” He parted the lips of my pussy, and a low growl came from his throat. “So fucking wet.” He swiped a finger through my wet pussy, flicking my clit.

I bucked my hips, wanting more. “Logan,” I moaned.

“Hmm, it’s been too long since I tasted you.” He laid down, his head between my legs and his scruffy face rubbed the inside of my legs. “Knees up, spread wider.”

I raised my legs and dug my heels into the bed. He wrapped his arms around my hips and pressed kisses on my legs. “I want to touch you,” I pleaded. I loved threading my fingers through his hair and holding on.

“Hands stay up, or I put you over my lap.” A shiver ran through my body at his words, and I clasped my hands even tighter.

“You’re a tease,” I gasped as his tongue flicked my clit. My hips bucked, and it took all my self-control not to grab his head and grind my pussy on his face.

“Stay still or I’ll tie you to the bed.” He grasped my hips and held me down as his tongue assaulted my clit. I threw my head back, grabbing the quilt, twisting it in my hands as moans of ecstasy fell from my lips with every flick of his tongue.

“Say my name, Meg. I want you to fucking scream it,” he growled, lifting his head as his finger took over, driving me more insane as he sped up.

“Lo,” I gasped as I slammed my eyes shut, pleasure rocking my body.

“You coming on my dick or my face, babe?” God damn I loved when he asked me that. Either way was going to be fucking amazing.

“Dick,” I moaned, “I want your hard dick in me.”

I moaned low as his tongue took over again, the warmth of his breath on my pussy driving me closer to the edge. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I shouted out his name.

He pushed away from me, and I opened my eyes to figure out what the hell he was doing. I pushed up on my elbows and watched as he shucked off his jeans, tossing them in the ever growing pile of clothes on the bed and crawled back up my body. “You ready for me?”

All I could do was nod my head yes and wrap my arms around his bare shoulders. His hand snaked down between us, and he grabbed his rock hard dick, stroking it up and down. I licked my lips as I watched his hand and nodded my head.

“You trust me, babe?” I again nodded my head, not really listening as I watched a small drop wet the tip of his dick. He backed away from me, his hand still on his cock and stood up. “Come here,” he ordered.

I shimmied to the side of the bed and stood up, facing him. He turned me around, my back to his front and pushed me back, bending me over. He ran his hands up and down my back and squeezed my ass. “Put your hands above your head, and hold the fuck on.” He kicked my legs apart and stepped between them. He reached down, stroking my pussy as he lined his dick up and teased my clit with the tip. “I’m going to make you scream my name, Meg. So loud the neighbors will hear you.”

I moaned into the blanket, knowing that Lo was more than capable of making me do that. He pushed in slowly, and I dug my hands into the bed and moaned low as he pushed all the way in. Lo reached around and parted the lips of my pussy and flicked my clit over and over as he thrust in and out. “Say my name,” he growled.

I shook my head no and bit my lip, not wanting to give in to him yet. “So fucking stubborn,” he growled, doubling his efforts, slamming into me as he pinched my clit. He was driving me crazy, and I knew I was only going to be able to hold on for so long before we both fell over the edge. “Say it.”

My hips reared back into him with each thrust of his hips, and he grabbed my hair, fisting into his hand and pulled my head back. The sharp tug on my head mixed with the thrusting of his hips tipped me over the edge when he pinched my clit again, and I chanted his name over and over. “Lo! Oh God, Lo! Logan,” I screamed.

He grunted over and over as he drilled into me. He let go out of my hair and grabbed onto my hips. “Mine,” he gasped, groaning low as his cum poured into me, filling me fuller with each thrust. “Mine,” he whispered again, collapsing on top of me.

We both were panting, trying to catch our breath. “How… the hell… do you manage… to make it better than… the last?”

“You felt that, too, huh?” He pressed kisses down my back as he ran his fingers up and down my side.

“I feel it every time, Lo. I always think it can’t get any better, and then you blow my mind the next time.”

He pressed one final kiss to my shoulder and rolled off me and climbed up on the bed, pulling me with him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his side. “I love you, Logan,” I whispered, laying my head down on his shoulder.

“I love you, too, Meg.”

“You think we could stay the night here tonight?” I asked, grabbing the edge of the blanket and pulling it over us.

“Babe, you know being at the clubhouse is the safest place to be.”

“I know, but remember how you said you miss having me all to yourself, I feel the same way. At least when you’re here, I don’t have to share you with the club.”

Lo pressed a kiss to the side of my head and sighed. “Dammit, Meg. I can never say no to you. One night and then we’re back at the clubhouse until this Assassin shit gets tied up.”

“Yes!” I shouted, springing up and raising my hands.

Thwack! The fan blade smacked me upside the head and knocked me back down on the bed. I fell on top of Lo, holding the side of my head, “Man down, man down,” I mumbled into his chest.