Keeping Meg (Devil's Knights #6) Page 2

  “Really? Troy said he liked the toast dark, so I always do it twice.”

  I shook my head and turned back to the cutting board. Fucking Troy was shooting himself in the foot. I bet she kept burning the toast and instead of telling her, he just told her he liked it. Dumbass. “I would try it once and see what he says. Maybe you’ll be surprised.”

  She shrugged her shoulders and stuck two more pieces in. We worked in silence together, me whipping and cooking the eggs while she conquered making toast. One step at a time. Today toast, hopefully tomorrow eggs. “So, back to the tuxes. You really think King isn’t going to wear one?”

  “I can pretty much guarantee that Lo will not wear one.” I put the pan on the stove, turning the heat to low and dropped some butter into it. “Plus, I don’t know if I want Lo in a tux. He’s sexy as hell just in his jeans and tees.” I reached for my coffee and took a hesitant sip. Surprisingly not bad.

  “Oh girl, I would pay money to see Troy in a suit.”

  I poured the eggs into the pan and gently stirred them. “Well, you might have to bribe Lo, and it’s going to have to be a significant amount. I don’t think that man is budging.”

  “Why don’t you turn the heat up?” Marley peaked over my shoulder.

  “Low and slow when it comes to eggs. Low and slow.” The eggs slowly started to cook, and I continued to stir them, not stopping.

  “This is going to take forever. I typically crank the burner up and let em roll. Scrambled eggs in five minutes.”

  I just shook my head and continued to stir.

  “Hey, babe.” I glanced in the doorway and saw Lo standing there. Hot damn he looked good. He had gotten up early to work on paperwork for the shop, and I hadn’t seen him since.

  “Hey, handsome,” I blushed.

  “You wanna head over to your house after breakfast and figure out what we all need to do to fix the porch?” Oh, my poor porch. I used to love sitting out there, and the Assassins had decided to blow it the hell up.

  “Yeah, the eggs should be ready in a couple of minutes.” Lo nodded his head and headed back out to sit by Troy.

  “You’re telling me you don’t want to see that man in a tux?” Marley asked, pulling two more pieces of toast out and putting two more in. We really needed to get a bigger toaster. Two pieces at a time took forever. She smothered them with butter and piled them on top of the other pieces.

  “As long as Lo is there, I don’t care what he’s wearing.”

  “Aww, you two are so sweet together,” Marley gushed.

  I grimaced, realizing how big of a sap I sounded. I grabbed a big plate down from the cabinet and set it next to the stove. “Don’t let Lo hear you call him cute. He’ll probably drop and do ten push-ups and fart just to prove he’s not cute.”

  Marley busted out laughing, waving the buttery knife at me. “You’re crazy.”

  I shrugged my shoulders and continued to stir the eggs. “Like I haven’t been told that before.” I lifted the pan off the stove and dumped them onto the plate. I had scrambled two dozen eggs, and they overflowed on the plate. I grabbed a plate off the stack Marley grabbed and scooped the rest onto it. “I’ll eat these.”

  I grabbed the platter of eggs and toast and headed out to the table. “Eggs, boys,” I said, setting the plate down.

  Troy looked at them like he was ready to cry. I’m sure he was happy to see I had made the eggs and not Marley. I’m sure he had been eating hard, flavorless eggs since Marley started cooking. Lo grabbed me and pulled me into his lap.

  “I missed you this morning, babe. You feeling OK?” he asked, brushing my hair back and pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

  “Yeah, I didn’t even feel you leave the bed this morning.” I rubbed my cheek against his and smiled. “Hmm, you didn’t shave today.”

  “No, I just threw some clothes on and headed out to the shop.”

  I reached up, rubbing his cheek. “Scruffy Lo is sexy. Makes me wonder what this feels like somewhere else.”

  “Let me eat my breakfast, and I’ll show you.” He winked, pressing a kiss to my lips.

  “Hmm, promises, promises,” I murmured, getting up from his lap.

  Lo slapped my ass and pulled me back in his lap. He cupped my cheek and whispered, “That pussy is mine as soon as we’re done checking out the porch. I miss being in that big ass bed with you.”

  Right to my core every time he talked to me like that. “Eat fast,” I whispered.

  He crushed his lips to mine, wrapping his arms around me. “I love you,” he mumbled against my mouth.

  “The feeling is definitely mutual,” I purred, running my fingers through his hair.

  “Do you think you two could keep your hands off each other for ten minutes while I eat?” Troy asked, pointing his fork at us, his mouth full.

  “The same goes for you two when we’re watching a movie on the couch, and you decide to cop a feel. Take it to the damn bedroom,” Lo growled.

  Troy flipped off Lo and tucked back into the plate of food in front of him that was mounded up with eggs and toast.

  “Eat, I’m gonna get dressed.” Lo kissed me on the side of the head, and I stood up.

  “Fifteen minutes, babe,” he mumbled, filling his plate.

  “Yeah, yeah.” I ducked into the kitchen, filled my coffee cup and headed down the hall to our room.

  “Hey,” Cyn mumbled, stumbling out of her room.

  “You feeling OK?” Cyn looked green and ready to pass out.

  “Surprisingly feeling better than I did ten minutes ago. This baby makes me toss chunks every morning. As soon as my eyes open, I’m praying to the porcelain gods.”

  “I’m sorry, hun. I know there’s coffee in the kitchen, and I just made a huge batch of eggs.”

  Cyn turned an unnerving shade of green and shook her head. “Just coffee,” she mumbled, holding her stomach. She had a little bump that had just popped out in the last couple of days, and she looked freakin’ adorable.

  “OK, I’m headed over to my house for a bit with Lo after breakfast, but you wanna hang out after?”

  “We’ll see. I see a nap in my future for sure. Maybe a movie or something?”

  I nodded my head, yes, and she walked down the hall to the kitchen. I felt terrible for her. This pregnancy was kicking her ass. I ducked into Lo’s room, flipping the light switch on and headed into the bathroom.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus. Did I look like this out there?” I groaned, staring into the mirror. I had tossed my hair up into a haphazard bun after I had rolled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, coffee, and eggs my only thought. I really should have looked in the mirror before.

  My skin was all splotchy and red, and I looked like I had been run over by an elephant. Seriously not good. Shower, I needed to shower. After I had twisted the water on to scorching hot, I stripped my clothes off and slipped into the shower. The water poured over me, hot and steamy. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back under the water. Ahh, this was exactly what I needed. Nothing besides coffee helped to wake me up like a shower. Of course, the only way this could be better is if Lo was in here with me.

  I grabbed the soap, lathering up in my hands and ran it over my body, imagining it was Lo caressing me. Ugh, I needed to get out of the shower.

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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.r />
  “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?”