Page 4 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation (Fallen Lords MC & Devil’s Knights MC Crossover)

The bathroom tile was cold under my bare feet as I tucked a stray tendril of hair into my purple mop of hair that was twisted high on top of my head. My face was clean, and I’d slipped into the ridiculous pale lavender muumuu I’d picked up last month because it looked comfortable as hell, and it was.

It was also ugly.

Still loved it, though.

But after a full day of driving, laughing, floating, and drinking punch out of plastic buckets with flamingos on them, I didn’t give a single damn.

I flipped the bathroom light off and padded out into our room. The curtains were drawn, the room dim, and Lo was already stretched out in bed with his shirt off, remote in hand, and scrolling through some random hotel TV channels with a blank look.

With a sigh, I dropped down next to him.

“Turn the lights off,”

I muttered and rolled onto my side.

“You were just right next to the damn light switch, babe,”

he grumbled.

I snuggled deeper into the pillow.

“I forgot.”

Lo let out a dramatic groan, but he got up anyway. He padded to the door to double-check the lock, flipped off the lights, and crawled back into bed. A second later, his arm slid around my waist and pulled me into his warmth.

I melted into him with a happy sigh.

“That was a fun night one,”

I whispered into the dark.

“Six more to go.”

“Life is always interesting when you and the girls from the Fallen Lords get together,”

he murmured. His breath was warm on my neck.

“I think you mean life is always interesting with me around.”

Lo let out a huff of laughter. “Touché.”

I rolled onto my back to look at him. Even in the dim light, I could see the outline of his scruffy jaw and tired smile.

“I thought for sure that Glenna and Dottie were going to be cranky old women.”

“Yeah, they are far from that, babe. Pretty sure Dottie was ready to do a body shot off of Rigid if Cyn would have given her the green light.”

“Stop,”

I giggled lightly and smacked his chest.

“Could you imagine?”

Lo leaned in and pressed a kiss to the curve of my neck, slow and hot.

Then another.

And another.

“Think we could talk about this in the morning? Two old ladies and Rigid are not what I want to be thinking about while I’m kissing you.”

I squirmed a little as his stubble scratched against my collarbone.

“Are you trying to put the moves on me, King?”

He growled low in his throat.

“You know I hate when you call me that.”

I giggled again as his teeth grazed the spot just below my ear.

“Everyone else calls you it.”

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze.

“You’re not everyone else,”

he whispered, voice deep and low.

“You’re my .”

My heart thudded.

After all these years, the kids, the chaos, the miles, the clubs, and the road trips, the man could still make my stomach flip like we were in our thirties and meeting in the dollar store.

He rolled over me, settled between my thighs, and I could already feel him growing hard through his boxers.

My breath caught as his hand slid up under the hem of my muumuu, slow and warm against my thigh.

“You wearing anything under this ridiculous thing?”

he asked with his voice husky.

“Nope,”

I smirked.

“Best decision you’ll make all week.”

His mouth was on mine then, and everything else faded. The taste of him. The familiar scrape of his calloused hand against my hip. The way he groaned low when I tugged his hair. It was all too easy to fall into him. To fall into us.

His tongue swept into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss. I arched into him as he rocked against me.

I hooked my legs around his waist and dragged him closer.

“I love you,”

he whispered against my lips.

“I know,”

I breathed.

“Now show me.”

He didn’t waste any time.

Lo pushed my muumuu up over my hips as his mouth trailed fire down my neck. Between my breasts, over my stomach. He settled between my thighs, and his hands gripped me like I might disappear.

And then he kissed me there, soft at first. A warm, teasing brush of lips that had me clutching the sheets. His tongue flicked, circled, pressed deeper, and I cried out.

“Lo...”

He groaned like it turned him on just hearing me say his name.

“God, baby, you taste so damn good.”

My hands tangled in his hair as he devoured me like he hadn’t eaten in days. My hips rocked, and my legs shook as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. My heart pounded. My head spun.

When he finally slid two fingers inside me, I was already so close, I gasped.

“Come for me, . Just like this. Let me feel it.”

My body obeyed. My release crashed over me like a tidal wave. I cried out with my back arching off the mattress as my whole world narrowed to the heat of his mouth and the pressure of his fingers.

When I came back down, breathless and boneless, Lo climbed back up and kissed his way to my lips.

“You good?”

he asked, voice rough.

“Not even close to being done with you,”

I whispered.

He grinned against my mouth.

“Good. Because I’m just getting started.”

He pushed down his boxers, and I reached between us to wrap my hand around him. He was hard and hot and perfect.

I guided him to my entrance, and he slid in slow. Inch by inch. Stretching me just right.

We both groaned.

“Jesus, baby,”

he rasped.

“Still so tight.”

I held him close with my legs wrapped around him, and my fingers dug into his shoulders.

He started to move. Slow, deep strokes that had me moaning into his neck.

“Faster,”

I whispered.

“I need you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He thrust harder, faster, with each stroke hitting that perfect spot. I lost myself in the rhythm, and the sound of our skin moving against each other. Our gasps and moans filling the room.

“You feel so damn good, ,”

he growled, kissing me hard.

My body tightened again, and the pressure built fast.

“Lo... I’m gonna,”

“Come with me, baby. I’ve got you.”

I shuddered around him as my second orgasm ripped through me with a cry. He followed as his hips jerked, spilling inside me and groaning my name like a prayer.

We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together, breathless and sweaty and smiling.

He rolled us onto our sides and still held me tight.

“That was...”

“Amazing,”

I finished.

He kissed my forehead.

“You always are.”

I tucked my head under his chin, still smiling.

“Best first night ever.”

He chuckled.

“And we still have six more.”

“Thank God.”

And with his arms around me and his heart beating steady against mine, I drifted off with a smile.

Whatever the rest of the week brought, I knew it would be unforgettable. But this? This moment, this love, this man?

This was everything.