Just Ride: Legion of Guardians (5 page)

She slightly nodded her head. “We’re too immature, right? Have some growing up to do. More life to see. Don’t want an old man bossing us around cause we’re young and independent and shit. Right?”

She was sassing me.

To my fucking face.

I slapped her ass hard, then wrapped my fingers around the back of her neck and took her lips. She yelped, but that was cut off by my tongue invading her mouth. Fuck if I knew she would suck on it.

Goddamn
.

My hand was still on her ass, so I gripped it and rubbed it against my raging dick. I was hard as a goddamn rock, and I could not take her back here.

Fuck!

The doorbell chimed, pulling me out of the searing kiss that left her wobbly and slightly dazed. Her forehead rested against my shoulder as she whispered, “Somebody is here.”

Damn. If only I could have her all to myself. Like this. Against me, trusting me, leaning on me because she was mine. Shit, I’d fight for that.

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “And for the record, among those reasons why I don’t fuck with younger women, Kylie backed away so she could see me as I let her go, is I don’t have the patience to train them to take my cock the way I like it. They’re usually too tight.”

She smirked, then said, “Most women my age have had sex before, Razor.”

“No doubt.” I nodded and headed towards the door. “In the pussy, sure.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh my…” Kylie started to say.

“In the ass, well…” I shrugged. “But for you, I’d find the patience to train you to take me every way I like. That, I guarantee. And you’d love it.”

Her face grew pale, but I left before I turned back around and showed her the other way I’d take her.

Now that I had a taste, I wanted more.

K
ylie
:

No, he did not!

Oh yes he did!

Razor just kissed me, and I think I grabbed his hair to pull him closer. He simply devoured me, and I let him.

Oh, yes I did!

Once I gathered myself together, I left the back room sporting hard nipples and wet panties. The first thing I heard and almost choked on was Razor’s son’s question.

“Dad, can Will and I hang out? We’re the same age and love baseball.” He spread a range of cards on the counter in front of his father. “See, he knows all of these guys.”

Razor nodded his head at the miniature heart crusher version of him. “Those are some of the greats.”

Razor held out his fist to give Will a pound, which he gave right back.

“I don’t see a problem with it,” he sang as he turned to me. “Auntie?”

Three pairs of eyes bored into me, as I shook my head and said, “It’s fine by me.”

“Yesss,” Both boys yelled, giving each other a high-five and smiling from ear to ear.

Razor looked beyond me and asked in a stern voice, “What can I do you for?”

Turning my head, I saw that the guy was looking at me, but he had on a hoodie, concealing his entire face yet it was only sixty degrees outside. Razor came from around the counter and headed towards the guy, who quickly retreated and left for his car outside.

“Don’t like the way he was looking at you.” Razor muttered.

“You’re not my protector, Razor. I can take care of myself.”

His eyes slid to my lips when he said, “It’s normal to be scared, sweetheart. Don’t worry, though, when I bite, you’ll like it.”

He tagged my hand for the second time today and said, “Plus, I’d still protect you.”

Why that made me feel safe around him was ridiculous. I actually felt like I could trust him to do what he said. It made sense, I guess. He had already demonstrated that he would, even if I didn’t let him.

The question was, would he protect my heart, like he would protect my womanly honor?

Fucking bikers and their sex appeal.

After an hour of the boys and I do mean, the two younger boys and the big boy talked about players, cards and all the happenings of the baseball world, I finally cajoled Will into leaving so we could meet up with my mom.

“Let’s grab some hoagies later,” Razor did not ask.

I started to shake my head no, but Will started nodding his head yes.

“I’m afraid that I need to take care of mom then we need to get home.”

Crap, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“I see.” He nodded at me, “Well, how about you leave Will with us and I’ll drop him off later.”

“Oh no.” I shook my head. “I barely know you and my sister would kill me if something happened to him. You’re an uh,” I turned to look at his son. “Uh, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Boys,” Razor said sternly with his eyes still on me. “Give us a minute.”

They scurried off to the side.

“I’m a what?” he said.

“A biker.”

“So.” He was not flirting.

“So, I’m not sure what type of shit you deal with. That’s my nephew, and I still don’t know you. So, I don’t feel comfortable leaving him with a virtual stranger. I don’t give a fuck how long you’ve lived here. All I know is that you wear a cut that says your name and title. That doesn’t tell me shit.”

He assessed me for a bit, then pulled out his phone and called a number.

“Razor?” A familiar woman’s voice came through the phone.

“Yeah, I got your girl here who is saying she won’t let her nephew stay with me because she doesn’t know me. Will you vouch that I won’t kidnap the boy.”

She started laughing and that was when I realized it was Shay.

“Shay?” I asked.

“Yes, girl.” She chuckled some more. “I swear you both are made for each other. Is this some crazy ass foreplay that y’all use before you finally have sex or something? Shit, just have sex. Calling me while I’m at work with y’all shit. Kylie, Razor is crazy, but he loves kids. Has one of his own, your nephew Will, will be in good hands. Now bye.”

She hung up the phone.

“Fine,” I snapped at him. “Have him home by ten o’clock.”

He snatched my purse, pulled out my phone, hit some buttons and picked up his ringing phone. Once he put the phone back, he said, “Text me your address.”

He typed something in his phone, then said, “I just texted you mine. Save my number. I’ll be using it.” He held up the phone and walked off.

“Guys, you’re with me.”

Will ran over to me and squeezed me tight. “Thanks so much, Auntie.”

I ran my hands through his hair and said, “Right. I’ll see you later. Behave yourself.”

“Okay.”

He ran back to his new friend, and I waved at the two boys. Razor had his back to me which was unusual, because he usually watched me like a hawk.

I probably offended him with my ‘you’re a biker’ comment.

M
y mom stayed
in bed most of the day because her treatments were so intensive. I didn’t agree with my mom about not telling anyone, because even though I was here to help her out, she needed more emotional support. This was more than a notion and that burden was bigger than I wanted to carry alone at any age of my life. They weren’t talking death or anything, but her everyday way of life had completely diminished. She didn’t go outside anymore, her skin looked hardened, and my mother always had great skin, and her hair was falling out from the chemo.

My mom would hate me if I told my dad, but I might have to risk that. They were divorced but put the two of them together in the same room, and it was like they were still married.

At 9:55 p.m., the doorbell chimed throughout my mom’s two-story home. The space was suitable for a family of five, but true-to-Susan form, she had to go big or go home. Literally, the house was huge. The yard in the back and front was expansive. She had someone come over to keep it cut and manicured every two weeks, even before she became sick.

I opened the door to see Razor carrying a sleeping Will, whose head was resting on his shoulder. Will was no small boy at eleven years of age, so I knew he was heavy.

“Where should I take him?” Razor asked.

“Oh, uh.” I opened the door wider. “Come in and follow me.”

We went upstairs to one of the spare rooms designated just for Will. He was the only grandchild at this point, so he was truly spoiled by everyone, including me. My brother-in-law dropped Will off as she was attending business outside of town. Mom was hurt by this, but also slightly relieved, because she didn’t want Sheryl to know. She would’ve taken one look at Mom and known that something was wrong.

As soon as Razor laid him down, I took off Will’s shirt and pants. I turned and saw Razor standing in the doorway.

“Where’s Mace?”

“Knocked out at the compound.”

“You had my nephew at a biker compound?!”

Razor leveled his eyes on me, pushed off the door and stalked towards me. Fear wasn’t something I was accustomed to, rather after months of therapy it was something I didn’t succumb to. During my early years when I was on tour, I was attacked by a fan between shows. It was not anything major, but my agent hired bodyguards for us, and I requested martial arts training. Ricky was also my personal trainer that included self-defense and mixed martial arts lessons. I knew Razor wouldn’t hurt me because the look on his face displayed annoyance, however, his stalking towards me caused my back to straighten slightly.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, “I’m not sure where you get your fucked up idea of what a biker is or does, but those boys,” he said, pointing to Will, “played football, hockey and arm wrestled with my brothers all evening. They had a ball. They even went out for ice-cream and crashed just about an hour ago. Guardians, are just that. We don’t deal with drugs, and we aren’t a gang. What we are is a brotherhood that looks out for each other. Period.”

Razor backed away from me, then left the room.

Shit.

I ran downstairs after him. “Wait, Razor. Wait.”

He was already at the door, when I finally laid eyes on him. He was dressed in the same clothes from earlier, jeans, a white t-shirt, and his cut with the large Guardian’s patch stitched on the back.

Razor stopped but was facing the door and away from me. I touched his back and said, “I’m sorry, okay? Can we call a truce, please? You’re right, my encounters with bikers in the past were not good, and that also has nothing to do with you. I will commit to having an open mind, okay? Can we please call a truce?”

He turned around and those grey eyes found mine, causing me to blink. In an attempt to gain some control, I continued, “This truce also includes you not hitting my friends, making sexually explicit comments to me, or trying to bait me. We live in the same town and we should get along, right?”

“Can’t do that, sweetheart.”

“What? Why?” I put my hand on my hip.

“Cause when I see you, all I think are sexually explicit thoughts. You always sass me, so I’ll keep baiting you, and if I think for one goddamn minute that someone has laid a hand on you, you ought to know right now that I will fucking put them down. Hitting them is the least of their worries.”

“Razor!” I exclaimed. “We need to come to a truce. We can’t keep doing this.”

He took several steps towards me and said, “Then put me out of my misery.”

“How?” I looked into his deep steel eyes as he moved the hair out of my face.

“You know how.” He turned his head to the side like a pug.

“Not really.”

“Let me show you.” His hand grabbed the back of my neck, propelling my body towards him.

Razor bit my bottom lip, and then said, “You’re so goddamn sexy.”

He kissed me passionately, yet hard and rough just like him. This time, there would be no fight or struggle. I stood on my tip-toes and tried to take over the kiss. Razor was not having that shit as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I took it all and more. His grunt let me know that I was getting to him. Our tongues tangled, but I did the one thing I knew he’d lose his mind over: I sucked on it.

That did it.

Razor’s hands gripped my ass, pulling me up, and then turned us around so my back was against the door. He groaned into my mouth and started rocking his hardened length against my center.

Holy shit.

The man was long.

My arms were around his neck, pulling on his ears, hair and shirt. There were definitely scratches on the back of his neck, but it seemed to egg him on more. I’d been told I was a wild cat in bed, but we weren’t even in bed yet he was bringing out the beast in me with just a kiss.

Razor pulled his lips away from mine. He was breathing heavy and his eyes were low.

“Fuck!” He whispered.

My chest was rising and falling as I tried to gasp for air from the make out session. He was still pressed against my center, but he wasn’t moving.

“How long do you have Will?”

“The rest of the week.” I breathed.

“Tomorrow we see a movie. Friday, the carnival. Saturday, the baseball game in Lancaster and Sunday, me and you.”

“I love how you don’t ask, you just tell me when and where things are going to happen.”

He raised his eyebrows then he circled his hips into my center again, causing a moan to escape my lips.

“I know you love it, darlin.” He nipped my neck but this time he lingered. “You’re younger than I’d like, but I swear there’s no getting you from under my skin,” he mumbled into my neck.

“So maybe we should take some time apart and
not
spend every day this week together.”

He bit me on the neck.

“Ouch!” I hit him. “I’m just saying.”

He continued to suck on my neck.

“You are not giving me a hickey, are you?” I moved my neck so he could have more access. “That is so something a young guy would do.”

Razor started to rock into me again as he continued to suck, and I continued to let him. Then I gave it back to him. First I bit him, and then I sucked on the middle of his neck, below his facial hair. Front and center. If he thought marking me was okay, marking him would be my pleasure.

He pulled me closer to him by grabbing my ass and grinding his hard cock directly on my clit. After that continuous motion, I started to get hot and little beads of sweat coated my forehead.

Pulling away, I moaned, “Oh my God.”

Razor kept sucking and moving his hips up and down, sliding his hardness against my sensitive jean- covered clit.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Yes, yes.”

He stroked up and down a few more times and that was all she wrote. The heat traveled down my spine and I started to scream, but his mouth invaded mine, muffling my sounds. He took every gasp, murmur, and pleaded for more. My fists were full of his hair and he showed no signs of discomfort. He just kept kissing me until I calmed down.

Razor stopped nibbling on my neck and pressed his lips to mine. He didn’t move away from me, but connected our foreheads together as we inhaled each other’s breath.

“Damn, sweetheart.” He said against my lips. “You trying to bring a man to his knees, huh? Lap up every single drop of that sweetness.”

I thought about what he was saying and burst into laughter.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “You are so...so…”

He bit my bottom lip, and then said, “Sexy?”

“No.” I smiled. “Blunt is the word I was going for.”

“Cause I know what I want.”

I didn’t answer him because if he knew what he wanted, which was probably a roll around the hay, I needed to figure out what I wanted.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Forty-four.” He kissed my lips.

“Oh, wow.” I said in awe.

Twelve years is a huge gap. Razor kept his eyes on me.

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two,” I said with a hint of fear.

Dread filled me as I figured he might go back to his resolution of not fucking with women younger than him. I wasn’t in my twenties, but twelve years was nothing to cough at. Instead he chastely kissed me and said, “I need to get out of here, before we really wake up the house.”