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Razor

“ Y ou ready to ride out, babe?”

She comes walking out of the bathroom, black leather jacket, jean shorts, and red cowgirl boots, and my keys drop to the ground along with my mouth.

She’s sexy as fuck. Pretty as an angel but dressed like a hellcat needing to be tamed.

Before we head to the clubhouse, I think she needs to be reminded of who she belongs to.

I stalk forward, lifting her up and press her against the wall.

“Thought we were running late.” She smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.

I swear my woman lives to keep my dick in a permanent state of need.

“Not going anywhere until I get a taste.”

I slide down to my knees, working to get her little shorts off.

My dick strains in my jeans when I see the little panties she’s got on.

Light pink lace giving me a view of every inch.

I drop my nose forward and breathe her scent in deep, taking my fill to get me through the evening.

I swipe my tongue over the top of her mound and she’s already moaning for me.

My fingers hook into the sides, sliding those panties down.

She has the prettiest pussy.

And it’s already glistening with honey, which I eagerly start to lick up.

Sliding my tongue up one swollen fold and then the other.

Licking down her center, making sure I get every drop.

I part her folds with my thumbs and expose the sweet treat I’m after.

Her hands grip into my hair the moment I close around her clit.

I don’t even have to do the work because she’s grinding against me.

Rubbing back and forth as she pants out my name.

I double down, hooking my finger up inside her hot little body and overload her with pleasure.

She falls forward, bending over my shoulder as her body spasms. Her little moans panting in my ear.

And I lick her clean, eating my fill to tide me over.

“Now, we can go,” I tell her, slipping her panties back up and placing a kiss over her mound.

“You don’t play fair, mister. I can’t even walk now.”

“Then I’ll carry you.”

“It’s damn good to have you back, Razor.”

Ripper steps up to my side and I pull my attention from my girl.

She’s been having a blast tonight.

Drinking and laughing.

Getting to know all my brothers.

They fucking love her, but what’s not to love?

The girl’s smile lights up the room.

She’s a damn angel.

“Good to be back.” I clank my bottle to his.

“How’s it been around here since I’ve been gone?” He’ll shoot me straight.

Rip’s as dry as they come and doesn’t mince words.

“Been quiet. Which is a good thing. All of us needed some time to recover.”

“Still wish I’d played that night different.” I shake my head as the memory serves me up a heaping serving of guilt.

“I’ll never forgive myself for that shit.”

“There ain’t nothing you or any of us could’ve done different. Those fuckers got tipped off by one of the pigs. They were waiting for us to walk into their trap. You can’t blame yourself for any of that shit. Rubble sure wouldn’t.”

My head snaps around.

“You’re tellin’ me one of the cops ratted us out?” They were the ones crying to us for help.

“Which motherfucker was it?” I will hunt him down and kill him nice and slow.

“His name was Willis. Turned out to be running his own drug trade. That’s why the cops always had a hard time nabbing Otiffe.”

“I’m gonna kill the motherfucker.” I see red.

Blood red. The cops are going to hand him over and I will make the fucker beg for mercy.

“Sorry, brother. Already beat you to it. Served him the justice he deserved. Blew out each knee and made sure he felt the pain of our loss. Wanted him to feel every stab of our grieving souls. After a few weeks, I realized we needed to let that shit go, so we nursed him back to health,” he smirks, and I can see the evil gleam in his eyes.

I bet they made the fucker believe he was going to be going home safe.

Damn, I wish I’d been here.

“We even had one of the girls work her magic. She got him nice and hard. Stupid shit believed he was going to get off. Then Skully came in and blew his dick clear off. Then he shot one right between the fucker’s eyes.”

It doesn’t bring back my friend, but it does bring me some peace knowing he got what he deserved.

“How’s Skully?” I look across the room and see him sitting in the corner, watching the crowd as he drinks his scotch.

He looks pissed, cold, and bitter, but it’s understood.

He got handed a shit set of cards.

Not sure I could handle it if I’d lost my legs.

Though, with my angel by my side, I’d manage to keep going.

But Skully doesn’t have a woman.

Not anymore. I still haven’t gotten the full story yet on what happened between him and Madison, but apparently, things have ended between them.

Which I’m sure is another fucking cut to his pride.

“He spends most of his time in his room,” Rip says, taking a swig of his beer and letting out a sigh.

“He’s still working through his shit. Drinking less, though, so that’s good. This is the first time he’s joined us for a party, which I’m guessing is on account of you being here.”

Yeah, well, I’m gonna make sure I’m around more often.

See if I can’t get that spark of life back in his eyes again.

He may be in a wheelchair, but he’s not crippled to a life of misery.

Just got to show him that there’s still fun to be had.

Still a life worth living for.

“So, when are you locking that girl down?” Rip turns and looks toward my Kens.

She’s giggling at something Dagger just said.

If I didn’t trust my men, I’d be worried he was trying to make a move on her.

But we all live by the code.

No one messes with another man’s woman.

Does make me smile to see how comfortable she is here.

I was nervous she was going to be tucked to my side all night, counting down the seconds until we could leave.

On the contrary, I’ve barely gotten any time with her.

May need to take her back to my room and remedy that.

“Going to ask her tonight,” I tell him.

I’m ready to tie her down as fast as I can.

Already lost eight years, won’t lose another minute.

“Shit, man.” He holds out his hand for a shake.

“Congratulations.”

“‘Preciate it, brother. So, how are things going for you?”

He looks toward the hall, and I know exactly who he’s searching for. The girl he’s practically raised as his own kid. King’s daughter. A girl who has a hit over her head. “Still searching for Montoya,” he says, turning back.

“He’s been quiet for too long. It’s not like him.”

Hearing that man’s name reminds me.

“By the way, a girl down at the strip club was talking about a new dealer in town. He’s selling meth. May or may not be Montoya, but we need to check it out.” Don’t like knowing there are drugs anywhere near my girl.

His back stiffens right up, and the tension is now driving down hard.

None of us can stand drug-pushing scum.

But when one of them has a hit over one of our own, we see red.

“I’ll send one of the guys down. See if we can’t get us some more information. King’s going to be heading out East for a few weeks, so we’ll lie low and gather intel. If you hear anything else, you let me know.”

“Will do, brother.” My attention is drawn back to my girl as if it’s been too long without a breath of her.

I’m ready to have her alone.

To get those radiant eyes back on me.

I don’t want to share her smiles anymore.

My jealousy for her attention only rising as she throws her head back and laughs at something Cage has now said.

“It’s time for me to get that little one to bed.”

He chuckles low, shaking his head.

“You look like you want rip Cage’s eyes out.” It’s not a far stretch from what I’m feeling.

“All right, man. It was damn good seeing you, brother.” He pulls me in for a hug.

Pounding me on the back.

“Don’t be a stranger.”

Don’t plan on it.

But I’ll need a few weeks locked at home with my girl.

Then we can resume life.

I stalk right over and snatch her up, tossing Kens over my shoulder.

She yelps and giggles, giving me grief about being a barbarian as I take her back to my room.

I’d take her home to the cabin, but I can’t wait that long.

I need her now.

I turn the lock and place her on my bed.

She scrambles to her knees.

“That was rude, Sean. I was in the middle of a conversation.”

“I’m done sharing you for the night, babe. I was getting jealous of my men gettin’ all your attention.”

Her eyes soften and she leans in, brushing her lips against mine, sending a shiver of lust skirting over my nerves.

“You have my attention now. And just so you know, we were talking about you.”

“Is that so? What was Cage sayin’ about me?”

She leans in, placing another gentle kiss to my lips, sending another shiver down to my cock.

“That you’re amazing. But I already knew this.”

“They think you’re amazing too.” Her cheeks brighten at that.

It’s a damn relief that she’s happy here because I won’t be coming to the clubhouse without her.

“In fact, they all asked when I was going to make you my old lady.”

Another blushing smile lifts her pretty lips, and I press my mouth against them, wanting to taste her happiness on my tongue.

Wanting to feel it trickle down my spine.

“So, what did you tell them?” she asks, her voice breathless now.

Eyes struggling to open past the weight of her need.

“Told them I was puttin’ a ring on your finger tonight.”

They open fully and she lets out a gasp as I drop to one knee.

I pull the ring from my pocket.

I’d bought it for her years ago.

I was going to ask her when I went to campus, hoping to win her back with a promise of forever.

But then I stupidly walked away.

“How did you get that? We’ve been together the entire time.”

“Bought this for you years ago. Always knew you were the one, Kensington. From the time you showed up in my backyard and took my hand, telling me your name, telling me we were going to be best friends, I’ve loved you. I regret the choices I’ve made along the way and the time we lost. And I don’t want to lose any more of it. I want to start building our life together. Start building the life we dreamt of. So, what do you say, baby? Will you marry me?”

And there it is.

The look I’ve been praying for.

The one I wasn’t sure I’d ever see again.

But the love is burning deep.

The love in my heart even deeper.

This time, I will never let it burn out.

I will stand by her side through thick and thin, and fight for us every day.

Fight to earn her trust. Fight to replace all the shitty memories with happy ones.

“Yes, Sean. I’ll marry you.” I’m almost shocked by her answer.

I knew it was a risk asking so soon, but my need to lock her down was burning a hole in my chest as much as the ring was burning one in my pocket.

But she just put my worries to rest. And now, it’s time to show her that she’ll never live to regret her choice.

“It’s us now.” I slip the ring on her finger and stand, looking down into the eyes of my dreams. “Forever and always.” Just like it was always meant to be.