Razer's Ride (The Last Riders #1)

“Need anything? Water?”


“No, thank you.” The light went out and Beth lay back stiffly, angry with herself for how silly she was acting. Razer just made her so nervous she didn’t know how to react. Her body wanted him, but her mind held her back. Her father’s teachings had become so ingrained into her psych, she automatically fought to reject the desires that burned inside her body. Yet the intellectual side of her knew that there was nothing wrong with expressing her sexuality in a committed relationship. The true hesitation that held Beth back was that she knew Razer didn’t want a committed relationship. He wanted a purely sexual one that left his heart and emotions free to come and go among the other women and Beth couldn’t handle that. It would destroy her and Beth couldn’t leave herself so vulnerable.

She turned to her side, closing her eyes. A hard arm slid around her waist, dragging her to his warm body. Beth didn’t protest. It felt strong and safe and as much as she hated to admit it, she was scared. The thought of someone actually feeling enough malice towards her to cause physical harm had her nerves screaming in terror. Beth did not do confrontations well. She always backed down. Even in school she never got in an argument. She was an out and out coward and freely admitted it, but she was good at hiding her emotions. No one had figured out she was terrified, not even Razer.

Razer pulled her tighter against him and the terror eased as her body melted against him, content that at least tonight he was hers.

Razer felt her fall asleep when her grip finally loosened on the arm around her waist. He didn’t know which had frightened her more, the person trying to kill her or sharing a bed with him. He had lied when he had told her that the men wouldn’t let her sleep alone, easily maneuvering her exactly where he wanted her. They wouldn’t have gone near her unless she had asked or given an invitation. But Razer had no intention of telling the timid kitten that little bit of knowledge. Tonight, she was in his bed right where he wanted her.





Chapter 11


Beth woke up with an urgent desire to use the bathroom. Looking out the only window in the room, she saw that it must be early morning. Razer was lying on his stomach with his bare ass showing. How had she not have known he was naked under the covers? Stupidly, unable to gather her thoughts at the glory before her, she got out of the bed to empty her full bladder.

When she was done and washed her hands, she turned the light out and went back to bed. Beth was an early riser, but did not know what to do with herself if she got out of bed. Her eyes couldn’t stay away from Razer and her fingers itched to reach out and touch. Frustrated with herself, she plumped her pillow, lying back down. As she did, Razer rose and pulled her beneath him.

“Can’t sleep?”

“This is the time I usually get up.”

“This is the time I usually am going to bed.” He mocked her.

“Yes, but I work.” Beth regretted her words at his angry look.

“I work,” he snapped.

“You do? I never see you around town.”

“That’s because I don’t work in town, not that there are many jobs available.”

“Then what do you do? Do you work online?”

Razer got out of bed and went to the chest, pulling out fresh clothes.

“I will show you. Get dressed while I take a shower. Evie said she would put some clothes for you outside the door on her way to work.”

Beth gathered the clothes sitting neatly outside the door. Evie had picked a pale cream t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. The shirt was tight, but the pants fit perfect. She was combing her hair with the small brush in her purse when Razer walked back in with a towel around his hips.

Beth put the brush down tugging her hair back into a tight ponytail, unable to prevent her eyes from watching Razer drop the towel and get dress in jeans and black shirt. Throwing her a smug look, he sat on the side of his bed while putting on his boots.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

Beth was curious about what he was going to show her. Following him from the room, he led them down the stairs and out the front door. Expecting him to go to his bike, Beth was surprised when he led them to the factory that had never been opened.

He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. Lights came on, flooding the huge area. She wasn’t sure what she would find, but stacks of boxes and merchandise was not one of her guesses.

“We actually work in the warehouse. Each of us works various shifts. A morning or afternoon shift, four days a week. We close Friday thru Sunday.”

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