Razer's Ride (The Last Riders 1)

Beth disgruntled said, “I think it’s pretty obvious what makes you happy.” The picture of him with his cock down the waitress throat in her mind.

Razer grinned, he knew women and it was obvious where her mind just went. “Let me tell you a secret. Made me hotter than hell you watching us. I imagined it was your mouth sucking me off. Tonight you didn’t disappoint me, I want your mouth again, but next I want that tight pussy. If it takes you getting to know me better, I can handle that. I enjoy your company. Now does that sound good to you?”

“Ok," Beth said, determined not to wince at his plain talk. They were both adults, she would have to get over her prudish ways if she wanted to be with Razer.

“Good, now I gotta go or your sister is going to find me here and I don’t think you want that?”

“No.” Beth apologized with her tone of voice.

“It’s cool.” He lifted her off his lap, taking her hand he walked to the door. “Friday, we are having a party at the house. You want to come?”

“I would like that. Lily is going out of town with her youth group.”

“I will pick you up at eight. Sound good?”

“Yes.” With a light kiss on her lips, he was gone. Beth stood uncertainly at the closed door. Forcing herself to move, she went upstairs to her room. Taking a short shower eased the tension, but not the desire still plaguing her body. Beth thought about Razer as she sat on her bed painting her toenails. She liked his easy nature and sense of humor. She had never been around someone like him before; he eased that feeling of being stifled she always walked around with, but couldn’t figure out how to solve. He made her feel free, as if she was capable of being like the other women her age who didn’t have to worry about keeping so many people happy.

The door opening and closing alerted Beth to Lily’sreturn home. There was a quiet knock on her door before Lily stuck her head inside.

“I am just going to bed. Need anything?”

“No thanks. Goodnight Lily.”

“Goodnight, sleep well.”

“You too, Lily.”

Chapter 4

Monday’s were always busy for Beth. Her first stop was Mrs. Langley, who was waiting on her to take her to get her hair done. Beth listened on the way to the beauty shop as she gave a list of groceries for Beth to pick up. Vincent Bedford and Samantha were coming to dinner that evening, so she would be preparing a meal. Beth would fit the grocery shopping into her tight schedule, hoping this time the father and daughter would actually show up. The last time they had not shown without even a courtesy phone call to cancel.

It didn’t take long for her to drop Mrs. Langley off at the beauty salon; her next stop was Ton’s home. He lived on the outskirts of town, a couple miles up Pine Mountain. Beth always enjoyed the drive and Mr. James always gave her gas mileage. The log cabin, which was Ton’s home, suited him. It was rustic and old fashioned with hardwood floors; built on the ridge to capture the beauty of the mountains through the windows on the front of the house.

Ton answered her first knock, so he must have heard her arrival. Her smile was returned with a sheepish one. Beth had not seen him since his drunken rampage at Rosie’s.

He didn’t prevaricate. “I am sorry Beth. My behavior was inexcusable.” He poured her a cup of strong black coffee. “Have a seat.”

Beth sat, picking up the coffee and winced at the taste. Ton pushed the sugar towards her. Beth had to add several spoonfuls’s to make it drinkable.

“I have your groceries in the car.”

“I don’t know why James won’t let me do my own shopping. The drive isn’t that far from town."

“Probably because you’re blind in one eye.” Beth gently reminded him.

“Yes, well I remember where everything is. I still see perfectly fine.”

Beth shuddered in horror at his reply. “Doesn’t matter anyway James took my keys and after Rosie’s, he even threatened the cab company if they came out here to pick me up.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

“Don’t be. Guess I brought it on myself. I just go in for a couple drinks, and then before I know it, I am drinking the harder stuff. Guess I am not doing so well adjusting to being old with nothing to do.” He ran his gnarled hand through his long grey hair.

“You need a hobby.” Beth suggested.

“That I do, drinking as one isn’t working out so good.” Beth laughed. She found it hard to believe the mean foul-mouthed man she had seen last Thursday was the same one standing before her now.

“Well, I better get the groceries packed in before you go. I know you have other clients to see about.”

“I do, but I have a few things I wanted to get done here first if you don’t mind. I scheduled in a couple hours and I don’t want to lose the money.”

“You sure you’re not staying because you and that son of mine think I can’t take care of myself?”

“Not at all, I need all the hours I can get, I have a sister to put through college. It can be very expensive.” Ton tried to stare her down, but Beth held firm. Twenty-seven years in the military and he caved to a blue-eyed blond. Ton realized there could be worse things than looking at Beth clean his house for a couple of hours.

“Well, I don’t want to deprive anyone of their education.”

“We both would appreciate it.”

“Okay then, what did you have in mind?”

“A little of this and a little of that; go pack in the groceries while I start a load of laundry.”

By the time Beth finished three hours later, she left behind a stupefied Ton standing in his clean living room smelling the sweet scent of the laundry. She completely cleaned his entire home, including fresh sheets and blankets on his bed. His still wet freshly washed hair had not even been spared; she had firmly sat him down at the table, taking scissors and a comb to it until he looked better than he had in several weeks.

Beth returned to town picking up groceries for two other clients, plus the additional ones Mrs. Langley had requested to be purchased before rushing to meet her at the diner next to the beauty salon where she was to have had lunch with a friend until Beth’s return.

Beth had three more clients to see before she could call it a day. Each client had their own set of chores that needed to be completed, plus several that were spur of the moment requests. She always tried to do the additional requests if at all possible, not wrapping-up her day until late. When she finally got home, it was to find Lily doing homework. Eating a quick dinner she headed for bed, already dreading the work that was looming during the coming week.

By the time Friday arrived, Beth was exhausted after putting Lily on the church bus with a caution to be careful and a tearful hug, she watched the bus drive off before going home to take a nap. She woke a couple of hours before Razer was due to pick her up. Beth took a long shower, blowing drying her hair before putting on light make-up. She dressed in jeans and a pretty red top that softly clung to her full breasts.

This time Beth was ready when Razer knocked on time.

“You look great. Ready?”

“Yes.” Beth removed a jacket from the closet.

Razer’s motorcycle was parked outside; this time Beth felt more comfortable getting on and sliding her arms tightly around Razer. Beth was excited to see where Razer lived,

but nervous about meeting his friends. She had never put herself in this position. Even in college, what few parties she had attended had been with the few girlfriends she had made who hadn’t minded her straight lace ways. Just once, Beth wanted to be reckless. To live as other women did and not hear her father’s sermons in her mind for what others considered normal. How could she teach Lily freedom if she wasn’t willing to find it for herself?

Beth was shocked at the house Razer drove onto and parked. She got off the bike staring. “You guys are staying at Stolmes’s factory?” The factory had been built four years ago when the economically depressed area had tried desperately to find work for the people in Treepoint. A businessman, Gavin Stolmes, had come to town, buying a huge amount of property that everyone considered useless. It had been over forested, steep, and rocky. It was not even a particularly pretty piece of land. The saving grace about the property was that it was a large acreage and that was the selling point to Stolmes. He and his private investors had put up the money, building the factory in record time. Several of the local businessmen had also invested their money as well. The factory completed, the machinery had been ordered, but never arrived. Stunned, the investors discovered that Stolmes had left town without a word with the two million needed to buy the machines to build the equipment that the plant had been laid out to build. There even had been a bed and breakfast built to house the buyers when they visited. It could hold a group the size of Razer’s.

“Yeah.”

The house was lit up inside and music could be heard. Groups of people were standing around drinking various forms of liquor.

“Let’s go.” Taking her hand, he led her up the steps to the front porch, crammed with even more people than Beth had first thought.

“You didn’t tell me there would be this many people here.”

“It’s busy this weekend. The guys are up from Ohio, we are all headed back next week. A dispute has broken out; Viper wants to send a message."

“What message?”

“A don’t fuck with me message.”

“Oh.”

He opened the door and ushered her inside and into another world. Beth thought it would be people standing around drinking, talking, and dancing. A normal party, there was nothing normal about this party. They were doing much more than she had ever imagined. Women were all over the place in different stages of dress, some dancing, some sitting, all in various stages of sexual acts.