Razer's Ride (The Last Riders 1) - Page 23

“How come you never get mushy with me?” he questioned.

“Because unlike Evie, who ran from the room, you would pass out in horror.” Beth giggled.

“Try me,” Razer said seductively. “I might surprise you.”

Beth blushed, stepping back out of his arms to pick up the bag with the clothes Evie had given her and grabbed a towel.

“I doubt it; a man who commands complete dominion over where his dick goes is not ready for mushy.” At his laughter, Beth stuck her tongue out at him before slamming the bathroom door, hiding from his questioning gaze.

The shower relaxed her nerves. Beth used the time to psych

herself up for the night ahead. Evie had warned her that gatherings on Friday’s were used to provide a variety of entertainment. Beth remembered the first night she had visited with Razer and was well aware of what she was in for tonight. The surprising part was that she felt no fear, nervous excitement yes. Beth had become familiar with the members now and with it the rules of the club. Participation was always voluntary, if a person did not want to join in, then no attempt was made to force them. If one of the women did not want to have sex with a particular member, then that was fine also. That was probably why the club worked so well, everyone’s wishes were respected.

Beth dried off and opened the bag of clothes Evie had purchased for her.

“No way.” Beth started to put the clothes back in the bag, but Evie’s face as she handed them to her had her hesitating. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do. Beth didn’t want to hurt Evie’s feelings, but she certainly couldn’t wear the clothes.

“Damn it.” With an aggravated sigh, Beth put the clothes on, then nervously turned to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. The blue jean skirt barely covered her ass. But it did cover it, Beth assured herself. The skirt had black leather patches that matched the top. The top was what had Beth blushing. It was a black leather vest that covered her breasts but left her breastbone completely bare. It had no buttons, just a metal clasp that formed a circle just above her belly button. Critically, Beth stared at herself. It was certainly form fitting and the leather clung lovingly to the full curves of her breasts, but they weren’t exposed. What was exposed was her midriff and tummy by the skirt riding low on her hips.

It exposed less than a swimsuit and it would look more conservative than what Beth remembered some of the girls wearing. A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her argument with herself about grabbing a t-shirt and jeans.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

Beth opened the door and Razer’s reaction settled the argument. At least she knew he appreciated the way she looked. Lust was plain as day on his face.

“I am ready,” Beth said nervously, smoothing the skirt down.

“Yes you are.” Razer nodded his head and started to reach for her.

“Uh no; you said you were hungry and so am I. My lunch was interrupted and now I’m starved.”

“Baby, I can satisfy that hunger right after I satisfy…”

Beth shook her head laughing at him.

“Alright then, but you are going to make it up to me later,” Razer warned.

“Don’t I always?” Beth joked. She grew serious as a quick look passed over Razer’s face, but was gone before she could decipher it. Thinking she imagined it, Beth snuggled against him as he placed an arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the bedroom.

Beth moved forward, but Razer held her still while he turned and locked the bedroom door with a key he pulled from his pocket. He had never locked his bedroom door before.

“Friday night the beds run short; want to make sure mine is empty when I want it.” Nervousness filled her at his reminder of the activities that the members would become involved in as the night progressed. Before she could run back in her room and change clothes, Razer turned her towards the stairs.

The party was in full swing. Beth looked around, realizing that several people were there that she did not recognize. A pretty redhead was leaning against Knox at the kitchen counter.

“Going to go check on the steaks,” Razer said, releasing her as they both spotted Evie and Jewell making a huge salad.

“I’ll help Evie and Jewell.” Razer snagged a beer from the cooler sitting on the table before going outside.

Evie gave Beth a bright smile as she approached the counter.

“You look great!”

Beth smiled at her eager expression, happy that she had made the decision to wear the clothes.

“You look fabulous,” she complimented in return. Evie was wearing black leather bootie shorts and a leather corset that laced up the top; but it was the thigh high leather boots that place her in the hot category. She looked sexy and confident, with her dark brown hair loose and flowing around her sultry face. Evie stood out among the women swarming the room.

Evie noticed Beth’s glances and explained. “Friday nights the club allows members to bring in hang-arounds.”

“Hang-arounds?”

“Women or men that want to hang around the club to party or fuck. If we like them and they are interested, they can become a probate. “

“If they don’t?”

“Then they are like Sam, they stay for the sex or leave because it’s not for them. We don’t take many probates, only one or two a year.”

“Are they always female?” Beth stared at one particular woman who was already sitting on Rider’s lap, grinding herself against him.

Evie laughed. “I brought Knox in, but he was military, stationed where I was at. All the guys are ex-military and knew each other in the service. That’s why they trust each other so much.”

Beth nodded, remembering Razer’s tattoo. Reaching for the celery and picking up a knife, she began cutting it and placing it in the salad bowl that they were working on to feed the huge crowd.

“Don’t the female members get jealous with the new women here on Fridays?” Beth didn’t know how they managed to keep their feelings separate.

Evie and Jewell shared a glance. “No, if we did, we wouldn’t last long, we wouldn’t have become members. We are a motorcycle club that enjoys sexual freedom. We don’t do that by putting restraints on each other.”

Jewell sighed and laid down the lettuce she was shredding. “What she is trying to tell you without freaking you out is that we enjoy the new bitches too. It’s hot as hell to watch them get fucked senseless, even join in if we want. Hell girl, these guys can go all night, there’s plenty for everyone.”

“Shut up, Jewell.”

Before Beth could be further embarrassed, Razer and the guys walked in with a massive tray of steaks and hamburgers. Pandemonium ensued with everyone going for the food at the same time. She dodged several elbows as she got out of the way of the starving horde until the line thinned out. She grinned as Razer handed her a plate with a steak already on it.

“Gotta take care of my girl; she is going to need her strength for later.”

Beth took her plate, averting her eyes from him, not wanting him to see the pleasure his words had brought welling to the surface. She knew he had not meant it the way it sounded, but Beth couldn’t help her reaction. When she looked up, she saw Evie giving her a concerned look. Beth quickly moved away, placing a small amount of salad on her plate.

Razer snagged them a couple of chairs at the table and they ate leisurely. Evie had brought her a beer and they sat chatting in their small group until the music from the front room had risen and the loud voices drew her attention. The darkness outside showed they had lost track of time sitting there talking.

“I hear the party has started,” Evie said with a mischievous grin.

Razer took their plates to the kitchen while Beth threw away their empty bottles. Everyone tried to clean up after themselves, not leaving the responsibility to any one person. Beth didn’t think other clubs did this, but admired it, thinking it showed the respect they held for each other. Or, she thought laughing to herself, the women would kick their asses before they were treated like servants.

Razer’s arm went around her shoulders as he steered her into the large living room. This time, she wasn’t stunned by the scene that met her eyes. The furniture had been pulled back into a couple of grouping areas or lined up against the wall, leaving the middle of the floor bare. The empty area was now filled with dancing couples gyrating against each other.

Evie was snagged around her waist by Crash as they walked through the doorway. The last Beth saw, her legs were wrapped around his waist and they were trying to see who could find each other’s tonsils first.

Jewell was dragged down onto Knox’s lap, who already had the redh

ead’s top off. Jewell giggled, quickly evening the playing field by pulling off her t-shirt. Razer’s arm tightened around her as he felt her stiffening next to him. Maneuvering them to the dance floor, his hand cupped her ass, moving her to the beat of the music. The close proximity of his body stirred Beth’s desire. The beat of the music allowed Beth to loosen the tight control she held herself in, gradually she relaxed her body fluid and provocative against his. His lips found hers and her pussy wetted just thinking about going to their room later that night.

“Want to get a drink?” Razer asked after the third song.

Beth nodded gratefully. The huge bar set up on one side of the room was empty and Beth moved behind the bar to get their drinks. Wanting water to quench her thirst she made herself a cold ice water and reached into the cooler finding a cold beer for Razer. She watched as he leaned against the bar next to her drinking the ice-cold liquid. They stood there, as it was the least crowed spot in the whole room. Every now and then someone would come up and ask for a drink, Beth grinned at Razer as she played bartender. Razer would even hand out a few, as several wanted them at the same time. Having fun, Beth took a drink of her water and almost spit it out when she saw the man standing against the wall with Bliss, Echo, and Dawn vying for his attention. The large man with sandy blond hair was ignoring the women. His arms folded across his chest exhibited bulging biceps clearly visible by his tight black t-shirt. The black motorcycle pants and boots highlighted the sexiness he excluded without having to make a move. What had Beth choking on her drink was that she recognized him.

Cash Adams had been a member of her church when she had been a young girl. She remembered staring at him, thinking how handsome he was, and that he must be what her father preached about when he talked about sins of the flesh. Because even as a young girl, he had awakened her body to stirrings she had been too shamed to acknowledge. She hadn’t been alone, every woman that he crossed paths with Beth would see a hungry look come into their eyes. He was born into a family that didn’t have much, but Cash never lacked for money and everyone knew it was from his grandmother’s bootlegging. His parents as god-fearing members of the church had refused her help, but hadn’t been able to keep Cash from accepting what money his grandmother gave him. As he got older, he even began working for her. He became an expert at evasion not only from the police, but also from the male members in the community who were angered at his lack of restraint of nailing anything offered. The women offered with amazing lack of decorum for the chance to be in his bed. After one public fight in which Cash had beaten an irate brother over his sister’s deflowerment, which the whole town knew about because the stupid girl had bragged to her best friend who had a big mouth, but worse had also been with Cash, he had disappeared.

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