Razer's Ride (The Last Riders #1)

Razer pushed his thumbs deep into her ass and thrust up inside her pussy with his cock hitting just the right spot to send her flying. Soft mewls were escaping her as he pulled his thumbs out, lifting her off his cock.

“Now, it’s my turn.” He slid out from under her flipping her to lie on her belly, he raised her hips sliding a pillow under her pelvis. His sheathed cock slid in out again, grinding into her until his balls were against her ass. Her fingers grabbed the bed sheets holding on for dear life. His hands pulled her hips back against him, making sure his cock went as deep as possible.

A series of hard thrusts later had him coming with Beth going over the ledge once again, this time unable to prevent the screams torn from her throat.

Razer disposed of the condom and gently cleaned Beth, He pulled her to him, both lying on the rumpled bed, too hot to bear the covers on top of them. Their legs tangled, Razer’s hand found his resting place on her breast.

“I can now see why it took two women to satisfy you,” Beth said wearily. Razer didn’t correct her misinformation. Sometimes he could go through three or four, depending on how energetic or inventive he felt. But tonight, he was oddly content and satisfied with just Beth. Not wanting to think about it too closely, he closed his eyes and went to sleep, unconsciously trapping her with a lean leg thrown over hers.



Chapter 14



Beth woke up mid-morning regretting that she was unable to go to church again that Sunday. It was a habit she had, and the church was a part of her life. Razer was sprawled on his stomach, Beth was tempted to wake him, but he had early shifts the coming week and she wanted him to catch up on his sleep.

She grabbed a quick shower, dressing in a pair of cut off jeans and an overlong t-shirt that had a cat playing with a ball of yarn. Smiling mischievously, she thought Razer could appreciate the humor. Closing the door behind her, she went downstairs to the kitchen. The house was filled with the aromas of coffee and bacon. Her stomach growled, she had not eaten since yesterday with Lily. Beth would make sure that she saved Razer enough food, he would be even more starved than she.

“Best night I ever freakin’ had,” Natasha was telling Jewell, “He was a fucking machine.”

When the women saw Beth approaching, they changed the subject, talking about the chore board they had sitting in front of them. Beth tried not to let it bother her. She liked both girls and had thought they liked her also. Beth smiled at both of them.

“What’s for breakfast?”

Beth walked to the counter pouring herself some coffee.

“There is some eggs and bacon left. Evie made some awesome cinnamon rolls. They are in the oven.”

Beth checked and saw that they had been put in there to be kept warm. Tearing one off the baking sheet, she went to the counter and sat down sipping the coffee. The cinnamon roll melted in her mouth. Licking her lips, the sugar glaze melted against her tongue.

Warm arms slid around her waist, a hand in her hair pulled her hair until her head fell back on his shoulder. Lips fastened to hers, licking the sugar glaze that had clung to her lips.

“Mmm… delicious.”

Razer released her. Beth smiled at him as he went to the stove to fix a huge plate of food. Loading two of the huge cinnamon rolls on his plate.

“You’re going to get fat the way you eat,” Beth teased.

Razer’s teeth picked up a crisp piece of bacon. “I plan to work off the calories after breakfast,” he said with a wink.

“Nope, I have work to do. I am determined to finally get Mrs. Langley’s boxes organized today. When you get done eating, could you get them for me?”

“Yes, I’ll do it before going running,” Razer said, biting into a cinnamon roll and giving her a sloppy kiss before leaving the room.

Evie came in looking like hell, Memphis and Crash following behind her didn’t look much better.

“Cinnamon rolls are great, Evie.”

“Fixed them before I went to bed.” When Evie would take a mood to cook something, she did it regardless of the time. No one would know when the mood would strike, but they all benefited when it did.

Beth got up, snagging another one before they all disappeared, pouring herself another cup of coffee.

“Going upstairs to get busy. I want to organize Mrs. Langley’s papers and give them back tomorrow when one of us does her house. I will be back later when you’re awake and we’ll divide the schedule,” Beth teased Evie.

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