Page 15 of Razor (Road Reapers MC #4)

R azor almost felt like a kid on Christmas morning, taking Ella to meet all the guys that he had been telling her about for months now.

She said that she already felt as though she knew most of them just by talking to them all over the phone.

Spade was the only member she had met, though, and he knew that Cynthia would be tagging along, and she’d help Ella feel comfortable.

Most of the guys’ Ol’ladies were like that—welcoming to the new women who showed up to the club with their bikers.

He just couldn’t believe that he was actually bringing his Ol’lady to the club with him.

If someone had asked him just a year ago if he could see himself in a loving relationship with a woman, whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he’d tell them that they were crazy.

Yet, here he was, walking into the Road Reapers, proud to have Ella on his arm.

She didn’t know it yet, but he planned on asking her to be his wife before the night was over.

He wanted to do it in front of his brothers—it just felt right to do it that way.

Razor had already talked to Violet about making their little family permanent, and she happily agreed to his idea.

The only protest she had was when he told her that she couldn’t go to the bar with him to watch him pop the question.

She had school in the morning, and after months of being away from her teacher and friends, she needed to get back into her routine.

He promised to tell Violet all about it in the morning and assured her that Ella would show her the ring—as long as she accepted his proposal.

God, he hoped like hell that she did because he couldn’t imagine his life without her.

Mace met them at the door, as though welcoming them to a party or something. “You must be Ella,” he said, pulling her in for a quick hug. “It’s so good to finally meet you in person.”

“You too,” Ella almost whispered. “Thank you for all of your help.”

“You are family now, and that’s what family does for each other, honey.” He pulled Razor in for a side hug and slapped him on the back. “I’m not seeing a ring,” he whispered into his ear.

“Soon enough,” Razor assured. He could feel Ella’s eyes on them, watching their private conversation, and he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to keep his secret much longer.

The guys all had big personalities and even bigger mouths.

They gossiped more than a room full of women in a bingo hall.

If he didn’t get on with asking her to marry him soon, someone else would end up doing it for him.

“It’s about time you show up,” Spade yelled from across the bar. “My woman has been driving me nuts about meeting you, Ella. This is Cynthia,” he said, proudly wrapping his arm around his wife.

“It’s so good to meet you,” Cynthia said. “When you’re ready to meet the other Ol’ladies, I can show you around and introduce you to some of them. I just don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“That would be great, but maybe a little later. I need to catch my breath,” she said, looking up at Razor.

He knew that his club could be a little overwhelming, but his poor girl looked like she could use a beer, and to be honest, he was feeling the same way.

His nerves about the whole night had gotten to him.

Razor quickly introduced her to the Blaine brothers, and Ella thanked them for their help in freeing her from the Devils.

If it weren’t for everyone pulling their money to pay for her, she might never be free.

Razor had promised to pay every one of his brother’s back, but they had all refused.

They told him that was what families did, and he knew that firsthand.

After he lost Tori, the Road Reapers surrounded him and Violet with so much love, he knew they would always be there for him, and now Ella.

“How about a beer?” Razor whispered into her ear. She quickly nodded her agreement, making him chuckle. He led her over to the bar and ordered them both a beer.

“Your friends are all so nice,” she said.

“They are your friends now, too—if that’s what you want. Mace doesn’t call someone family unless he means it, honey,” he admitted.

“I’d like them to be my friends too, Razor, but only if you’re okay with that,” she breathed.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?” he asked.

“Because I’m not sure what to think anymore.

One minute, you act as though you want me to stick around, and the next, I feel like a third wheel.

I’m not sure that I should keep on crowding your and Violet’s space.

I love you enough to let you go if that’s what you need.

” He wiped the tears from her cheek and leaned in to gently kiss her soft lips.

“What I need is for you to stop talking about letting me go, honey,” he said.

“I also need you to say that you’ll marry me.

” Razor pulled the ring box from his pocket and popped it open.

“This wasn’t how I planned on asking you tonight, but hearing you say that you don’t know where we stand only pissed me off, honey.

I’m in love with you. I’ve only ever told one other woman that, and I think that she’d want me to be happy—with you. Will you be my wife, Ella?” he asked.

She raised her shaking hands to her mouth, trying to stifle her gasp as she looked at the ring. Razor knew that all eyes were on them, but he didn’t care. Right now, it was just Ella and him, and all he wanted to hear from her was that she’d marry him.

“Well,” he prompted, “are you going to say anything?”

“I—I love you too, Razor,” she admitted.

“I’d love to marry you.” He picked her up and spun her around the bar, nearly knocking over the beers that he had just ordered for them.

As soon as he put her back on the ground, he stuck the ring on her finger, not wanting to give her a chance to change her mind.

“She said yes,” he shouted to the guys. Cheers went up from all corners of the bar, and everyone swarmed in to congratulate him.

It was overwhelming, and from the look on Ella’s face, she felt the same way.

“Listen, we appreciate the warm wishes, but I’d like a moment with my woman.

Can we use your office, Mace?” he asked.

Mace groaned, causing a bunch of the guys to laugh.

“As long as you don’t have sex on my new couch, sure,” he grumbled.

Razor had heard rumors of one of the new guys named Nick, using Mace’s office as a place to take women.

He ended up breaking the old couch while trying to manage two women at once.

The guy was quickly becoming a fucking legend around the Road Reapers, not that Mace thought so.

Nick was barred from entering Mace’s office without an invitation, and the rest of the guys liked to give Nick shit about that.

“Come on,” he said to Ella, grabbing her hand and tugging her along. As soon as he shut the door, all the noise died down. It was calm and peaceful in the dark with Ella, and all he wanted to do was break Mace’s fucking couch.

“What do you say we sneak out of here?” he asked. “I think that having sex in Mace’s office might get me banned from the club for a while, and right now, I don’t want to keep my hands off of you,” he admitted.

“Oh,” she breathed, “I think that I’d like for you to take me home, but what about Violet?” she asked.

“She’ll be asleep by the time we get there. I told her sitter to put her to bed at eight because she has a big day at school tomorrow,” Razor said.

“I can’t wait to take her to her class. It’s so special that she asked me to do that. Are you sure that you don’t want to tag along?” she asked.

“Nope,” he said, “I think that it’s time for you and Violet to spend some one-on-one time together, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, but I hope that she’ll be okay with us getting married,” Ella said, suddenly sounding a bit worried.

Razor pulled her into his arms and sealed his mouth over hers.

He could barely see her in the dark room, and for some reason, that only made him want more from her.

There was something forbidden about fucking his woman in his Prez’s office when he was specifically told not to. Well, at least, not to on the couch.

Razor walked her back to the desk and sat her on top of it. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I thought that was obvious,” he said, kissing down her neck. “I must be losing my touch if you can’t tell that I’m going to undress you and fuck you on this desk.”

“But Mace just told you not to have sex in his office,” she reminded.

“No,” he said, slipping her shirt over her head, leaving her bare breasts exposed to his mouth. “He said not to have sex on his sofa. He said nothing about us having sex on his desk.”

“Oh,” she breathed as he sucked one of her taut nipples into his mouth. “That feels so good,” she moaned.

“We will have to be quick, but I need you too badly to wait until we get home. Say that you’ll marry me again, honey.” He needed to hear it over and over until he actually got her to the courthouse, church, or wherever she wanted to get hitched, to make it a done deal.

“I will marry you, Razor,” she whispered in his ear as she let his cut slip down his back to the floor. “And I need you too.” She unzipped his jeans and let his cock spring free, her hands freely roaming over it as he thrust himself in her direction.

“You wearing panties?” he groaned.

“No,” she whispered. She had worn a mini shirt that was so short that if she bent over, he’d be able to see her sexy ass, and he knew just what he wanted to do to that ass now.

“Up,” he ordered. Razor seemed only capable of making one-word sentences right now, but Ella didn’t seem to mind.

She did as he ordered, and he quickly spun her around to face the desk.

Razor raised her miniskirt over her hips and pushed her front down onto the wood in front of her.

“Hold on, honey,” he growled as he slammed into her drenched pussy, making them both moan. If he had to guess, the entire bar, including Mace, knew exactly what they were doing in the dark office, and he didn’t give one single fuck.

Razor pumped in and out of her, setting a furious pace until she was shouting out his name, her body limp under his own.

He finished riding out his orgasm and practically collapsed on top of her.

The loud crack that filled the room didn’t give him a good feeling about how things were going to play out with Mace when they turned on the lights.

He was pretty sure that they had just broken his desk, and while a part of him took some smug satisfaction in knowing that he was also scared as hell to tell Mace.

“Did we,” Ella started to ask.

“Yeah, we just broke Mace’s desk,” he said. “There is a bathroom in the back corner of the room. I’ll turn on the lights and assess the damage while you freshen up.”

“How mad is he going to be?” she asked. He flicked on the lights and blinked against the brightness. As soon as he saw the damage, he knew the answer to her question. Mace was going to be good and pissed.

“I’ll handle Mace, you just get ready to go.

I’m not finished with you yet—not by a long shot.

” Razor swatted her ass as she grabbed her things to head to the bathroom.

He took some satisfaction knowing that she’d be wearing his handprints on her hips by the morning.

Nothing about what he had just done to her was gentle, but his girl knew that she was safe with him.

He loved that he could be himself with her and that she trusted him completely.

As for Mace’s desk, well, that was just collateral damage.

He cleaned up and met Ella by the door. “Ready?” he asked.

“To face Mace?” she questioned. “No, I’m not. But we should get this over with.”

“Yep, and then, I’m going to take you home and we’ll see what other furniture we can break there.

” She giggled and swatted his arm as he opened the door to find half the guys standing there wearing shit eating grins—well, everyone but Mace.

He looked pissed, and if Razor was a betting man, he’d put money on his Prez hearing the loud crack of wood when the desk broke.

Razor pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to his Prez. “That should handle the damage and a round for the guys on me to celebrate my engagement. Oh, you’re all invited to the wedding too. Sorry about your desk, Mace,” he whispered to his friend.

Mace gave him a goofy grin and slapped him on the back as though instantly forgiving him. “Good to see you happy again, man,” he said.

“It’s good to be happy,” Razor admitted, pulling Ella in closer as she snuggled into his body.

It was good to be happy, and for the first time in a long time, he could admit that without feeling any guilt.

And that had everything to do with the unexpected hitchhiker that he picked up along the side of the road months ago.

Helping Ella had changed his entire life, and if he had to do it all again, he’d pull his truck over and offer her a ride all over again.

The End

I hope you loved Razor and Ella’s story! Now, buckle up and get ready for another Road Reaper! Saint Nick (Road Reapers MC Book 5—A Christmas Novella) is coming in November 2025 from K.L. Ramsey!