Razer's Ride (The Last Riders #1)

“No Beth.” Razer got on his knees before her and pulled her hands away from her face.

“There is nothing wrong with enjoying sex in all the different ways there are to enjoy it. There is no one under age here, coerced or forced to be here. We enjoy sex and have a lifestyle that works for us. But I can see that goes against everything you have been raised to believe and want for yourself. You have to find out which suits you best and makes you happy.”

Beth took a deep breath. “I can deal with you watching. I just don’t want to be worried that you’re going to fuck another woman the minute I leave your side.”

Razer did not say he would not touch another woman. “I promise that before I touch another woman, I will tell you. I don’t want that fear in you all the time, but I will tell you, knowing that when I do, we will be over because I know that you couldn’t deal with that choice from me. Ok?”

It was as good as she was going to get. Beth knew she would have to be content with what he was able to give her.

“All right.”

“Are we cool?”

Beth smiled. “Yes.”

Razer leaned forward, giving her a deep kiss. Beth responded and was winding her arms around his neck when a knock at the door interrupted them.

Razer disengaged their lips, standing up. Before answering the door, he warned her.

“Remember, no one is supposed to know that it wasn’t me who voted Natasha in this morning.” At her nod, Razer opened the door to see Evie standing uncertainly, ready to knock again.

“Can I come in?”

Razer opened the door wider in invitation.

Evie searched both of their faces before a smile lit her face, determining that for now their argument had been settled. She lifted her hand with a bag in it.

“I got you an outfit when we went out today. Knew you didn’t have anything here to wear for the party tonight. Would have swung by your house and picked you up something there, but figured you didn’t have anything there either.” She laughed, “So I took care of it when I picked up something new for myself.”

“You shouldn’t have, but thanks, I appreciate that you picked something out for me.”

Evie smirked, handing her the bag. “Yes, well you will probably wish that I hadn’t when you see what I bought. Getting out of here before you do, have to get ready myself. If you don’t hurry, the guys will pick out all the best steaks for themselves.”

“I will get changed and be right down.” Impulsively, Beth grabbed a startled Evie, giving her a tight hug.

“Girl, you know I don’t hug,” she said, pulling herself away with a smile.

“I just wanted you to know how much your friendship means to me,” Beth said, not in the least fazed.

“God, now she is getting mushy. I definitely gotta go.” Beth laughed as Evie practically ran from the room.

Razer shut the door behind her, taking Beth into his arms, his lips buried and brushed her neck.

“How come you never get mushy with me?” he questioned.

“Because unlike Evie, who ran from the room, you would pass out in horror.” Beth giggled.

“Try me,” Razer said seductively. “I might surprise you.”

Beth blushed, stepping back out of his arms to pick up the bag with the clothes Evie had given her and grabbed a towel.

“I doubt it; a man who commands complete dominion over where his dick goes is not ready for mushy.” At his laughter, Beth stuck her tongue out at him before slamming the bathroom door, hiding from his questioning gaze.

The shower relaxed her nerves. Beth used the time to psych herself up for the night ahead. Evie had warned her that gatherings on Friday’s were used to provide a variety of entertainment. Beth remembered the first night she had visited with Razer and was well aware of what she was in for tonight. The surprising part was that she felt no fear, nervous excitement yes. Beth had become familiar with the members now and with it the rules of the club. Participation was always voluntary, if a person did not want to join in, then no attempt was made to force them. If one of the women did not want to have sex with a particular member, then that was fine also. That was probably why the club worked so well, everyone’s wishes were respected.

Beth dried off and opened the bag of clothes Evie had purchased for her.

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