Razer's Ride (The Last Riders 1)

“Uh. I don’t think she’s here,” Beth answered, searching through the crowd.

“Lucky bitch. I will have to deal with her later then.” Beth watched helplessly as she lifted Natasha by her hair and face slammed her again.

“Sex Piston, I think you’re hurting her.” Beth finally made an attempt to stop her.

“Leave her alone Beth. Let us deal with this.” T.A. said with Jewell in a stranglehold.

“Stop. I don’t want them hurt.” The bar was now engulfed in fighting between both sexes. Bodies were flying; furniture being broken and the screams were as loud as the blaring music.

“Shit, we ain’t going to hurt them much, just teach them not to mess with you or they are to deal with us.” T.A. replied, shaking a stunned Jewel. “What did she do?”

“Uh…nothing?” Beth couldn’t think with all the bodies flying around the bar.

Before Beth could say another word, Razer had Beth by the waist and was throwing her over his shoulder. The Last Riders made a path for him to the door by simply throwing the Destructors out of the way.

“Put me down.”

“Bring her back” Killyama screamed over the loud brawling.

Beth was barely able to lift herself up, the last thing she saw was the bar completely destroyed. Evie had gained the upper hand over Sex Piston and had her down on the floor on her stomach and was sitting on her back with her arms pulling her arm backward. Natasha also was lifting a vase that was on the table and used it to bash Sex Piston into releasing her.

Outside, Razer saw the car where Evie must have parked it in a hurry. It was blocking the bikes. She knew never to do that, but knew she must have been worried about Beth to make such a stupid mistake.

Beth’s small hands beating on his back brought him the understanding that he wasn’t going to ride with her struggling on his bike. Opening the driver’s door, he shoved her across the seat and got in behind the driver’s wheel. Seeing that Evie had been smart enough to leave the keys in the ignition, he started the car and started to pull out of the lot when the sheriffs and two deputies cars were pulling in.

“Let me out!” Beth yelled.

“Sit back. I am taking you home.”

Beth sat back in a huff. Crossing her arms over her chest she sat there in disdainful silence right up to the point Razer passed her turnoff and was obviously headed to his house.

“Obviously you passed my house. Stop and let me out. I can walk home.”

“You are not going to your house. That crazy bitch is not going near your hair.”

“Crazy Bitch wasn’t going to cut my hair. Sex Piston was, she is a hair stylist.”

“One of those bitch’s is actually named Crazy Bitch?”

“Yes.”

“Which one was she?”

“The one sitting next to me with her arm around my shoulders.”

“Figures.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I know how she got her nickname. Why in the fuck would you want to hang with someone named Crazy Bitch and Sex Piston?”

“Oh I don’t know, probably the same way I let a guy named Razer fuck me over,” Beth said sarcastically.

“I didn’t fuck you over. I protected you. We decided that it was the best way to keep you safe.”

“We?”

“The eight original members. They set the rules for the club.”

“I see, the club decided that I needed protection from Memphis, and that you fucking Bliss would send that message. Well, Memphis believed it, as I am sitting safe and sound in this car. Mission accomplished. Job well done. Why is it safe to tell me now?”

“Memphis made his move. He tried to blow the factory and the house up. That gave us all the proof we needed.”

“He tried to kill everyone?”

“Yes.”

“But why?”

“The insurance money.”

“Well, I am glad you guys were able to stop him before anyone else was hurt. I will have to tell the sheriff not to forget I want to press charges on him for tampering with my brakes and hurting Lily.”

“Didn’t turn him in to the sheriff. The club handled it.”

Beth swallowed, she didn’t want to know how the club handled Memphis’s betrayal. Razer pulled into the driveway of the house and smoothly parked the car in its normal spot. Getting out of the car, he opened the passenger door. Reaching inside he took Beth’s arm trying to pull her resisting body out of the car.

“I am not going to go inside that house ever again. Take me home.” Beth slapped at his restraining hold and found herself effortlessly pulled from the car and once again her stomach on his shoulder. Ignoring her demands, Razer packed her inside of the house and up the flight of steps to his room. Inside, he flipped on the light switch before dropping Beth on her back onto the soft mattress.

Beth tried to scoot off the mattress, but found her ankle in his firm hold, pulling her inexplicably to him standing next to the bed. Her ankle was released and she found her legs lifted to his shoulder, as her pussy was plastered to the front of his jeans. The hard length of him encased behind his jeans had her panties dampening, not listening to the recriminations her mind was demanding to dampen her building desire.

“Stop wiggling or I am not going to be able to wait.”

“I am not doing this Razer.”

Beth’s frantic movements increased and she felt her legs lower and wrapped around his waist as he leant forward, covering her body with his pausing long enough to remove his shirt. His lips gently covered hers. Thrown off guard, Beth’s struggles slowed. Razer explored her mouth as if he had never kissed her before. Her lips unconsciously widened under his subtle guidance. His tongue seared the warm recess of her mouth, creating warmth that was beginning to melt the ice she had encased herself in since she had seen him holding Bliss.

At the remembrance, Beth’s struggles found new life and she tore her lips from his. Razer didn’t accept defeat and tracing her jawline with the tip of his tongue, he nuzzled into her neck with nibbling kisses and when that didn’t work, he sucked a small bit of flesh in his mouth to leave a mark.

A tear slid down her check to drop in to the curve of her neck. Razer raised his head to see her crying, feeling the torn response she was trying not to give him.

He leaned back, sitting on his knees beside the bed and pulled Beth into an upright position her legs on each side of his lean body. Carefully, his hand went to the bottom of her dress, which had been pooled around her waist from her struggles. Pulling it upwards, he pulled it off her body with struggle. Beth sat before him in a lacy black bra and tiny matching panties.

Her hands lifted to grab her dress and Razer tossed it to the floor. “I am not going to fuck you Razer. You can’t make me” she said defiantly. Razer hid his smile, noting her nipples were hard nubs clearly visible through her thin bra and even through the dark material of her panties he could see she was wet for him. But Razer didn’t want to hurt her pride. He had done that for the last time. It was time for his pride to take the hit and Razer didn’t try to make it easy on himself.

He took her hand from in front of her, straightening them and twisting them to where he could see the marks on both sides of her arms. Nausea drowned out the desire in his balls. Counting carefully, he counted the tiny scars on her arms. He counted six sets

of punctures wounds.

“Kitten.” He said through a thickened voice.

“Razer?” Ignoring her, he stood up and pulled her up before him, turning her around, he smoothly undid her bra while ignoring her grabbing it and holding it to cover her breasts. How he had never noticed it he didn’t know. Feeling ashamed, he lowered his head and kissed the faded silvery scars that traced her back intermittently. When he turned her back to facing him, he gently pushed her back down into a sitting position on the side of the bed.

Not trying to take away the loosened bra, Razer searched her body thoroughly and was about to stop, thinking he had found all the scars her sick bastard of a father had inflicted on her when a thought struck him. He lifted her feet and seeing the smooth flesh, he started to place them back on the floor, but the rough texture stopped him. Lifting them, Beth fell back on the bed on her elbows.

“Sweet, sweet kitten.” Razer blinked back the unmanly tears that pooled in his eyes. The bottom of her feet was a mess. There were so many scars there was no beginning and no end. Blending in to each other the hours of torture she had withstood plainly visible on the flesh of her feet.

“What did he make you stand on?”

“Razer?”

“What did he make you stand on?” he gritted out.

Beth sighed “Nails. He said God bore the pain for the sins of mankind. I could bear it for the sins I committed.”

“If he wasn’t dead, God as my witness, I would kill him.”

“It was a long time ago. Did Cash tell you? He knew about the bites, and the strap, but he didn’t know about the nails. No one knew, he only started doing that after the Sheriff threatened him. He bragged at how the Sherriff wouldn’t think to look there.”

“Why didn’t you go to the Sheriff and tell him. You went to him when your father beat Lily. Why not when he started doing this?”

“Because he didn’t do this to Lily. I told him I would tell. He left Lily alone other than being overly strict.”

“Why not stop him from hurting you, not just Lily.”