Chapter One

Chapter One

Meg

"I went down like a fattie on a seesaw, Cyn. And I can say that because I am a fattie," I blurted out, the words tumbling out of me in a frantic whisper.

"Don't you know how to start a conversation?" Cyn's voice drawled through the line. "You didn't even say hi."

Balancing the phone precariously between my shoulder and ear, I scanned the bustling lobby of the Kalahari Hotel. "Yeah, well, when I go ass over teakettle in front of a huge group of car guys, I gotta call you to talk me off the ledge of drowning myself in the kiddie pool."

Cyn's laughter echoed through the phone. "Rigid was right. I should have gone to the convention with you."

Yeah, she definitely should have. But no, Cyn would rather spend the weekend with her husband celebrating their anniversary than endure a weekend away with her best friend of too-many-years-to-count-because-then-we-would-both-feel-really-old years. Rude.

"Babe," came a voice from behind me.

I spun on my heel, retreating further into the corner, only to collide with a statue of a big-ass elephant. Lo stared at me, not the least bit surprised by the spectacle I'd just made of myself.

"Is that King?" Cyn's voice crackled through the phone. "His ‘babe' sounded lower than normal."

"It did, but I think he's more perturbed by the long line to check in than he is at me landing on my ass in front of everyone," I babbled nervously.

"That does sound like King. God knows he's seen you do so much worse than tripping, Meg."

I waved dismissively at Lo. "I better go. I saw a giraffe hat in the gift shop, and I might grab it to help me be incognito this weekend."

"Grab me an elephant one if they have one," Cyn chimed in. "And try not to embarrass yourself more than normal."

Ah, what a good friend Cyn was. "I'll keep you posted, but I can't promise anything." With that, I ended the call and stuffed my phone back into my pocket.

"Babe," Lo called again.

I glanced around, hoping that everyone who had witnessed my embarrassing tumble had dispersed.

"Coming, handsome," I muttered, scurrying over to him, and grabbed onto his arm. "Are you sure you want to be seen with me in public?" I batted my eyes at him and pasted a huge grin on my face.

"I think the train left the station on me not wanting to be seen in public with you, babe. You're stuck with me."

"Switch it around because god knows you are the one who is stuck with me; imagine getting another man and training him. Gross." I cringed and shook my head. "No, thank you."

Lo grunted and shook his head. "We're both stuck with each other, babe. Not interested in hearing you talking about getting another guy."

I reached up and cradled his cheek. "Oh, honey. God knows you're the only man I want." I looked toward the large revolving doors. "Unless Jason Momoa walks through those doors right now." I waited five seconds and then turned back to Lo. "Well, looks like you really are stuck with me."

Lo wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. "You're a nut, Meg, but I love you."

"As you should," I whispered.

"You ready to go check out our room?" he asked.

I nodded and stepped back. "Yes, but should we wait for Jonas and Lennox?"

Lo shook his head. "They can wait in that massive line just like we did. I'm going to need to start drinking if we hang out here much longer."

"You know you can't drink with the meds you're on," I scolded.

Lo grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the elevators. "Which is why we're not going to hang around waiting for Jonas, and we're going to go to our room. The welcome dinner isn't for a few hours."

"What are we going to do for a few hours?" I asked. "Did you want to hit up the indoor waterpark?" The Kalahari was known for having the largest indoor waterpark, and it was on my list of things to do this weekend.

Lo shook his head and pressed the elevator button. "Not right now, babe. I thought there was something else we could do to kill time." He pulled me into the elevator and wrapped me in his arms.

"Oh," I gasped.

He pressed a hot, searing kiss to my lips and pressed me against the wall of the elevator. "You picking up what I'm laying down, babe?" he drawled.

Oh, I was more than picking it up.

The elevator doors slid open, and we stumbled out, a bit disheveled but grinning like idiots. We made our way down the hallway to our room, hand in hand, excitement bubbling up inside me like a shaken soda can.

As we reached our door, Lo slid the keycard into the slot, and the light turned green with a satisfying beep. He pushed open the door, and we stepped into our temporary sanctuary.

"Home sweet home for the weekend," Lo said, dropping our bags by the door.

There was a large king bed on one wall, a big couch next to it, and a huge TV in front of the bed. The bathroom was massive, with two sinks and a tub big enough for two.

I laughed, kicking off my shoes after giving the room a once over and flopped onto the plush bed. "Not too shabby."

Lo joined me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist. "We should take advantage of this downtime before the chaos of the welcome dinner."

I nodded, snuggling closer to him. "Definitely."

My heart raced as Lo's hands trailed down my back, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. With a tender smile, my eyes met his gaze.

"I need you, babe," Lo murmured, his voice husky with longing.

I nodded, my fingers trembling as I reached for Lo's shirt buttons, my movements slow and deliberate. Lo mirrored my actions, his touch gentle as he undid the buttons of my blouse, his gaze never leaving mine.

As our clothing fell away, I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me. But it was a vulnerability I welcomed, a testament to the trust we had in each other.

"You're still so hot, babe," Lo said, his voice filled with admiration. "After all of these years, it's still you. The only woman I'll ever want."

"Right back at you, handsome," I replied, my eyes drinking in the sight of his toned body. "After all of these years, you're still the only man who knows how to get my motor running."

With a soft sigh, I laid back on the bed, my body tingling with anticipation as Lo trailed kisses along my neck and collarbone. His touch was like fire against my skin, igniting a hunger within me that I couldn't deny.

And then, with a gentle touch, Lo parted my thighs and began to explore me with his tongue. I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as I surrendered myself to the pleasure coursing through my body.

Each flick of his tongue sent waves of ecstasy crashing over me. My moans filled the room as I lost myself in Lo. It was as if every touch was electricity coursing against my skin.

Like it was every time with Lo, it didn't take me long to find my release. His name ripped my lips, and I came all over his tongue.

He kissed the inside of my thigh as my breathing slowed. He sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Taste like fucking heaven, babe," he murmured.

I purred and languished in the afterglow of my orgasm. "I love you, Logan," I sighed.

As usual, the use of his real name set a fire in his eyes.

"I love you, too." He slid his hands to the back of my thighs and squeezed gently. "Hold on," he called.

I knew what was coming next. I knew what Lo liked best.

My ass in front of him while he fucked me from behind. It was my favorite, too.

He flipped me over, and I braced myself with my arms. I buried my head in the pillow and raised my ass up to meet him. He ran his hand over the globes of my ass and squeezed.

"Fucking perfect," he growled.

He slowly entered me until his hips slammed against my ass. He slowly pulled out and then slid back in.

"Harder, please," I pleaded, my voice breathless with need. "Faster."

Lo obliged, his movements becoming more urgent as he drove me to the brink of ecstasy. With each thrust, I felt myself spiraling closer and closer to the edge again, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of Lo.

"Get there, babe," Lo urged, his voice filled with encouragement and need.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, I felt my orgasm crash over me; pleasure washed over me in waves as I surrendered myself completely.

Lo followed soon after, his release echoing mine as we collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of our shared pleasure.

We laid together, spent and sated. Lo gathered me in his arms, pulling the covers over us.

"I know we're on a getaway and should be out exploring, at the very least rubbing elbows with your car buddies, but I'm ready for a nap and maybe a round two before the welcome dinner?" I suggested with a mischievous twinkle in my eye.

Lo growled playfully and pressed a kiss to my neck. "That sounds like a good plan to me."