Razer's Ride (The Last Riders #1)

“You know the rules, you can’t get drunk or your escorted home. You ready to leave?”


“I am not drunk.” With a shrug, she gave Beth a sweet smile that didn’t reach her hardened eyes. “I can find someone else to play with tonight, maybe tomorrow, Razer? I need a little maintenance work from you.”

“What does she mean?” Razer gave Sam an angry glare, but didn’t try to stop her explaining.

“Don’t tell me Razer hasn’t showed off his special skill with that razor of his. He keeps all the girls nice and neat. Buys special lotions for just that purpose, he’s an expert at it, he never nicks the flesh. Always does it before he goes down on you.” Sam could see she had struck her target a huge blow. “Later, Razer.” The women both knew Razer would be back in her bed, it was only a matter of time. Beth tried hard not to throw up, bringing a shaking hand up to cover her face until she could regain control.

“Ignore the bitch,” Razer said calmly.

“Please don’t touch me.” Beth begged. She removed her hand to see Cash looking at her in concern. Bliss now covered, was also watching her with a sympathetic look.

Bending down, Razer lifted Beth up, her legs automatically went around his waist, her arms circling his neck. He carried her upstairs to his room, bracing her against the wall as he unlocked the door. Finally getting her hurt emotions under control, she glanced down the hall and saw several doors open.

“Why are the doors open?”

“Curious kitten?”

“I was just wondering, usually they are closed.”

“It means that anyone who wants to watch or participate is welcome.”

“Oh.” Beth buried her face in his neck.

Razer laughed at her shyness carrying her through the doorway. “Want me to leave the door open?” He teased.

Beth shook her head in his neck. The door closed with a sharp snap; she was lowered gently to the bed. “You always going to be this shy?”

Beth studied his face “Does it bother you?”

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” He reassured her; raising her to a sitting position. Razer hands went to the clasp of her top to unsnap it. Her hand grabbed his to stop him.

“Beth, what Sam said wasn’t all true. I am not day spa.”

“Not all true, but most of it. I think I am angry with myself, not you. It was obvious you were experienced at shaving a woman, but I buried my head in the sand. I do that a lot with you.” She raised her hand when he would have interrupted her. “Please let me finish. I don’t expect anything from you except to keep your promise and break it off with me before touching another woman again. I can accept it while it lasts if I know I am the only one, if only for a short time.”

“I can do that.” Razer reached out brushing a thumb across her pale cheek. “Now it’s my turn. I haven’t touched Sam or Evie since that night. I am not saying I haven’t been with other women, just not those two. I couldn’t when I realized how bad I hurt you. I wouldn’t do that to you again.”

Reaching up she cupped his face in her hands. “Razer, I know I’m not as good as the other women you have been with, I can try harder if you show me what…”

His mouth silenced her words reassuring her without words, but Beth scooted away from him to sit in the middle of the bed on her knees.

“Come here.”

Beth shook her head no again, moving out of his reach when Razer would have reached for her. Stopping when she reached the head of the bed, she stood up removing her top and throwing it on the chair beside the bed. She reached for her skirt provocatively, wiggling out of it, letting it join the top.

“Does Kitty wanna play?” Razer pulled his shirt, then his boots and jeans off. When he reached for her, she dodged him, dancing across the bed.

“Woman, are you thinking about teasing me after I watched practically the whole club getting off and you come on my fingers? I don’t think so.” With a lunge, he reached out snagging her ankles when she thought he would go for her arms.

Her feet were pulled neatly out from under her, Beth felt herself falling softly on the bed. With a jerk he pulled her towards him until her ass was on the edge of the bed. Her fingers grasped the edge of the bed afraid she would fall off.

With one hand he brought both of her legs to lay against his shoulders. The panties she wore were snapped apart as he tugged sharply.

“I am going to make you purr, then I am going to make you scream.”

Beth was getting worried she had bitten off more than she could chew from the look on Razer’s face.

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