Just Ride: Legion of Guardians

by Turner, Xyla

  Something needed to be done.

  Feel the unspoken word

  Razor:

  “Heard you singing in the shower, sweetheart.”

  “Yeah?”

  Kylie was reading a book on her new eReader, and I knew from past experience that she was not to be disturbed, but this was important.

  “You’ve been singing a lot lately,” I noted.

  “Umm hmm.” She swiped her finger across the dark screen.

  For some reason, she preferred the black background and the light lettering. She said only readers would understand. I was a reader but, I only read books the old fashioned way: paperbacks. The crisp pages in your hand, the sound of the turning paper, and the good ole fashioned satisfaction of the book’s left side growing larger while the right side got smaller as you read along. Kylie rolled her eyes when I gave her that speech, and then called me an old man. In turn, I put her over my knee and spanked her ass red and made her come all over my fingers.

  Since then, Old Man has become my nickname, because she likes my punishments.

  My girl.

  “Kylie, I need you to hear me right now.”

  She sighed and put the ebook down. “Razor, what in Sam hell do you want? You know I’m reading, and it’s the good part because Samantha is about to find out that she’s pregnant, even though Joshua knew already. He even had her mom come down so she was prepared and could have a sounding board.”

  “Okay,” I replied as I was confused about what the hell she was talking about.

  “It’s the book BOMBSHELL by Xyla Turner. I swear, I love this book.” Her eyes were bright with excitement.

  “Okay. How many times have you read that?” I swear I heard the storyline before.

  Kylie talked so much about it, that I felt like I needed to get my own copy.

  “Have you been looking for jobs that involve singing?” I asked.

  “No, not really.” She put her eReader down and looked at me. “Why?”

  “Figured you were since you’ve been singing a lot. Thought you might miss it, so a job that lets you sing might be in order.”

  Kylie’s hazel eyes grew wider, and then she said, “Wow, Razor! I think you might be on to something.”

  “We are expanding Peppers to include nightly entertainment. Big Joey’s heard you before and wanted you to be a part of the lineup two to three nights a week. He’s concerned that he’ll have to manage the performers and the bar, so he wants an entertainment manager. He thought you might know a little bit about it. Told him I’d ask.”

  She eyed me suspiciously, and then she said, “Well, that sounds like a great addition to Peppers. However, Razor, I’m suspecting that this is something you are putting together for me.”

  I pulled out my phone and hit Big Joey’s number.

  “Joe, I’m putting you on speaker because Kylie has some questions.”

  She was mouthing something to me, but I hit the speaker button and let him talk.

  “Kylie, sweetie. How ya been? Heard you tied one on the other night.”

  “Eww, yeah. Won’t be doing that shit again. Apollo and Bronx had made dared me. A girl can’t turn down a dare like that. Needless to say, Razor was dragging my ass outta there,” she laughed, “and nursing me back to health the next morning.”

  “Well, you weren’t the only one being dragged outta there. Shay dragged Bronx’s ass outta here and Apollo passed out. I had to take his sorry ass to the compound.”

  She turned to look at me, then mouthed, ‘Shay and Bronx?’

  I shook my head at her and mouthed back, “Don’t.”

  “What?”

  “So, Joe. About this idea you had,” I said, quickly interrupting her crazy matchmaking thoughts.

  “Ahh, yeah. One of the things that makes Wiley’s such a popping spot is their entertainment bit. Even though Peppers is more of a biker’s bar for the Guardians, we still like to be entertained. I was thinking if it’s you doing the shit, then the guys would behave better, With you being Raz’s old lady and all. Nobody will fuck with ya singing and dancing. Your main duties0 would be to coordinate the schedule and all that shit that I ain’t got time for. You know we have all types of members, so we’re trying to appeal to more than just the biker side because we bikers like the arts as well.”

  “I got you, Big Joey.” Kylie looked at me with eager eyes. “Let me think about it and discuss it with Razor, okay?”

  “Aight, girlie.” A glass shattered in the background. “Hey, how about you come this Friday and sing for a bit? Just to test it out and see if it might be something you’d be interested in doing. We can get the equipment.”

  She looked to me, and I nodded. “Okay, let’s do that.”

  “ ‘Kay, I’ll set it up.”

  “Thanks Joe.” My finger tapped the end call button.

  Kylie smiled from ear to ear.

  “Razor, this sounds great! I’d still have to probably get a part-time job, but at least I could still sing, since I need to be close to you or the guys.”

  “What happens when you don’t need to be close?”

  “What do you mean?” Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

  “Your mom is doing better. Your dad’s taking good care of her. What’s keeping you here and not on the road again?”

  I probably said too much. Never brought it up before this, but it needed to be discussed. We’d been going strong for a while now. Shit, even if it wasn’t a while, it felt like it. This woman owned my damn heart. That was not something that I had ever offered prior to her, but she stole it, and what I did not want was her to take it and leave. She was still young and had a lot of life to live, but I was not sure she wanted to live it out in Manor.

  “Hmm, I hadn’t really thought about it.” Kylie looked away from me.

  My fingers pinched her chin, turning her back to me. “We’re having this conversation now or later.”

  Those hazel eyes stared at me full of angst.

  “Later, then.” I nodded and let her go.

  We would discuss it later and the only reason I let it go was because it was evident that she actually had not thought about the next step.

  * * *

  There had not been any signs or reports of her stalker since the incident at her house. Apollo’s convinced it’s someone she knows. He checked out her ex, and he’s so coked out and not even sharp enough to stay on his bike the right way. I had him look into her sister, but she checked out as well. Bronx even suggested Bonnie, but she moved on to another MC President, our reject spin-off Shark and his Legion of Fakes. Well he called them Snakes. The club was an outcast because they had no covering and was not recognized by the local lead MC club, which was Manor’s Guardians. They would not come under my fold as the district president or any other Guardians in the area, so they were not 1% and would never be recognized as such.

  When Friday evening rolled around, Kylie took at least one hour to get dressed. My girl was a jeans and t-shirt kind of chick, but that evening, she had on heels, a sexy ass strapless dress, and her hair was curly.

  “Where the fuck are you going?” I stopped her at the top stairs.

  “To Peppers, silly.” She descended the stairs, but I intercepted her midway.

  Putting her over my shoulder, I took her back upstairs and swatted her on the ass.

  “It’s just Peppers.”

  “Stop Razor. Put me down, we’re going to be late, and I need time to get mentally prepared.” She was hitting me on the butt.

  “Darlin’, you go out like that, and I swear there’ll be a fight tonight. We get outsiders coming in and out, and you already know.”

  I put her down.

  “Razor, come on. That’s not fair. The last fight I was in had nothing to do with what I was wearing, which was jeans and a shirt by the way. It won’t matter. There’s going to always be some drunk or asshole, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t wear my dresses because of them.”

  She shoved me. “We�
�re going to be late, and I need to really be relaxed before this. I have an entire routine.”

  “I can help you relax.” I pulled her to me.

  “Tonight you can help me come down off my high wherever you want, but right now,” she leaned up and kissed me on the lips, “we need to go.”

  She bypassed me and walked down the steps again, leaving me with a hard cock.

  “Oh, and let’s ride the bike,” she yelled. “I’ve always wanted to ride in my dress and heels.”

  Oh my God.

  This woman.

  * * *

  Kylie:

  Once we arrived, I was expecting there to be a room and some other accommodations. They only had the back office, which was the only place where I could warm up my vocal chords.The equipment was state of the art, but they needed a more designated space and probably had to rearrange the bar to make the entertainment piece the focal point.

  Excitement coursed through me as I thought of all the possibilities. Even with knowing Razor was the owner, I liked that it didn’t come from him, but Big Joey.

  When it was time for me to take the stage, well the center floor, I was actually introduced, and all of my albums and accomplishments were mentioned. Everyone in the bar, which was totally packed, applauded. I looked around for Razor, but only saw Bronx at their regular table. It was far off and near the back of the bar. He didn’t look like himself, but that was not the time to try and analyze him.

  My music was queued and it was show time.

  “Hey everybody, I’m so excited to be here! I’m a little nervous, but let’s start off with an old, but goodie.” I announced.

  The first song was Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC. I’m glad I chose that song as the opener because it definitely got the crowd bobbing their heads. The second one was an original piece that I wrote a few years ago. The crowd was lively, engaged, and some even started to dance. This was always a good thing.

  “My third song is dedicated to him. I wrote it a few weeks ago, so bare with me.”

  I was lost, but I’m found.

  I was blind, but I see.

  I was broken but I’m healed

  I was torn, yet he’s free

  We ride where we go

  We see the things we know

  We don’t speak of things of old

  We feel the unspoken word

  Yet to have said it

  Definitely have felt it

  Destined to reveal it

  Hoping to forever keep it

  We ride where we go

  We see the things we know

  We don’t speak of things of old

  We feel the unspoken word

  He’s the one I owe

  He’s the love I know

  He’s the healer that sows

  He’s my love, let it show

  We ride where we go

  We see the things we know

  We don’t speak of things of old

  We feel the unspoken word

  When I finished and opened my eyes, they landed right on Razor. He wasn’t in his usual spot; he was amongst the crowd at the table in the back. Apollo was with him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Razor, on the other hand, sat with his mouth slightly parted as his blazing, grey eyes penetrated my soul. He stood up and started to come my way.

  Oh shit.

  “Thanks so much everybody. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I rushed.

  “Let’s give Kylie Mills a round of applause!” Big Joey’s old lady yelled.

  The place went crazy as everyone stood on their feet clapping, hooting and hollering. None of this meant anything with Razor stalking my way.

  When he reached me, he tagged my hand and I followed/ran behind him.

  “Razor,” I called.

  He didn’t answer me, but just pulled me outside and put me on his bike. Fifteen minutes later, we were in a dark open field. We came to a stop and Razor got off the bike.

  “Move up,” he commanded.

  Assuming he meant move to his seat, I inched my way up, as the flirty hem of my dress let me slide easily across the worn leather seat. He walked to the back of the bike, so I was unable see him anymore without turning around. There was rustling behind me, but I remained facing forward until I felt Razor behind me. He had mounted the bike.

  Was this driving lessons?

  “Lift,” he was still commanding me around.

  I was still obeying, because it did turn me on. He pulled up my dress so it was not under me and my ass was exposed.

  Razor moved my thong to the side, pushed my back down, so I was lying on the rest of the seat and over the handle bars.

  “Hold on.”

  Razor entered me from behind, reaching new depths. He was fucking me on his bike.

  “Razor,” I moaned his name.

  “I’m here sweetheart.” His hand gripped my ass, “Move that ass for me.”

  I used the pegs so I could have leverage and began to move my ass all around his thick cock.

  “Oh God, you feel so good!” I kept gyrating my hips so he could feel how much I enjoyed him.

  “Fuck, darlin’;! Like that,” he hissed. “Just like that. I’m going to cum.”

  “Yes, yes!” I moved faster with his thumb penetrating my tighter hole.

  He inserted his thumb and began to move to my rhythm. “Fucking, love your ass. Keep moving like that darlin’. Bout to fill you up.”

  His words were pushing me over the edge. “Yes, Razor! Fuck yes!” I exclaimed.

  Twirling my hips one more time had him pushing his thumb all the way in, causing me to scream out in ecstasy. Razor pulled me back towards him as he latched on to my neck with his teeth. He sucked and sucked until he was ready to release, then he bit down on me. His left hand was full of my breast, while his right was gripping my ass with his thumb lodged inside.

  “So goddamn beautiful,” he breathed into my neck. “Won’t let you go.”

  What?

  * * *

  When we got back home, as Razor didn’t even want to go back to Peppers, he finger-fucked my ass again. This time though, it was in the air while my hands were tied to the headboard.

  “My present,” Razor said, as he worked three fingers into my tight hole.

  I wasn’t sure if it was because of Razor or the forbidden feeling of having someone in my ass, but I was starting to be a fan of anal play. We might have to explore that more.

  “You like that?” he kept saying as he kissed my cheeks. “My girl likes when I play with her tight little ass.”

  “Yes,” I answered, poking it out even further.

  “Tomorrow, I’m going to make that ass red, but tonight, you’re going to give me my present.”

  “What?”

  Razor mounted me and wiggled his fingers once more. I felt his weight lift off the bed. A drawer opened, and then I felt something cold and wet slide between my cheeks.

  “This is lube, darlin’.” He massaged it up and down my crack and then inside. “This will keep it nice and slick.”

  “Okay,” I moaned.

  “Trust me?” He asked.

  “Yes, Razor.”

  “Good, now relax.”

  Oh, good God.

  I felt him rubbing his big hardened cock up and down my crack. It was slick and felt so goddamn good. Then he began to inch inside my tight hole.

  “Razor,” I moaned. “Oh God.”

  “I got you, sweetheart.”

  He inched some more and after a few short thrusts, Razor was definitely inside of me, balls deep.

  “I’m in darlin’. How’s that feel?”

  He wasn’t moving, and it felt like he impaled me completely. Filling me to the brim.

  ‘Full’ was the only word I could say.

  I was utterly and completely full of him. A tear rolled down my eye but not from pain. It was from the realization that Xander Razor Willis officially owned every piece of me, heart, body and soul. There was nothing to do about it but enjoy the fucking
ride.

  He started to stroke in and out, and the feeling was indescribable. My body was tingling with anticipation, the hairs were standing up on my arms and legs, my heart was beating at rapid rates, and all I wanted to do was lift my ass higher so he could take me deeper and give me anything he wanted.

  “Fuck me, Razor.”

  That must have been his signal because he started to thrust balls deep into me, grunting and groaning the entire time. His words were garbled, but what I did make out was, ‘so fucking tight, love your ass, fuck, make me come.’

  “Yes, Razor!” I urged him on. “Yes.”

  “Bout to fill that ass, sweetheart,” he growled.

  “Yes, Mr. President.”

  That got me a slap on one cheek and a deep fucking for the next minute until he came on an animalistic growl. Like he said, he filled me completely and I wanted to do it again.

  Razor collapsed next to me and untied the ribbons that held me to the bed.

  “You alright?” He asked.

  “I’m perfect,” I murmured as I was on cloud ninety-nine.

  “Sure. You hurting?”

  “Nope. I want to do it again.”

  He laughed/coughed, pulled me close, and murmured in my ear, “My naughty, fucking girl.”

  “Yup, all yours.”

  Not My Place

  Kylie:

  On Saturday, I made a decision that I should have known would backfire. Although Razor never mentioned anything about being estranged from his mom or brothers, I could tell just by the way he held on to his Guardian brothers that family meant everything to him. This is what spurred my next plan of action.

  While Razor was working at The Diamond Base, I went to Peppers to do some research.

  “Hey Big Joey,” I spoke as I mounted the stool.

  “Kylie, girl. How are you doing? What brings you here this time of morning? You made a decision about becoming the entertainment manager?”