by Xyla Turner
This made her turn around. “How do I keep coming to you?” she said through gritted teeth, attempting to whisper.
“You came to my bar and now you are in my store.”
Those hazel, seductive eyes went wide while her pouty lips turned up in disgust.
“Listen, Razor.” Oh, she knew my name. “Just because you’ve been here in town for a while and you started a club, doesn’t make everything in this town yours. I was born and raised here. If anything, it was mine way before you can claim it as yours.”
My hand, naturally, went to her waist so I could pull her to my body that so desperately wanted her touching it. My head bent towards her and it was a complete invasion of her space. I also did not give a fuck.
“Sweetheart, I own both buildings outright. My name is on the deed and the business licenses. That makes ‘em mine.” Her head went back and then she lowered her eyes to the floor. Grabbing her chin with my forefinger and thumb, I lifted it up as my lips hovered near hers.
“Oh.” She tried to push away, but my grip tightened. “Then I guess the city has really come to ruins.”
I laughed.
“On the contrary. The city is doing the best it has in the last seven years.”
“Auntie.” The boy walked up to us. “Who’s this?”
Auntie?
“Oh, nobody.” She pushed and I let go. “You ready to go?”
When I looked at the boy, recognition set in, as his eyes widened and his mouth formed an ‘O’.
“Oh my God. You are Xander Willis. Only the best pitcher Pennsylvania has ever produced. You played with the Phillies and made records people are still trying to break. Struck out Bennie Abreu and nobody strikes him out. I was just watching a documentary that you were featured in.” He turned to his aunt without taking a breath, “Auntie, do you know who he is? This is Xander Willis. Can I take a picture with him and get an autograph, please? Auntie, please?”
It bothered me when people still associated the current me with my previous lifestyle. I wasn’t the same person, but in this moment, it kept me in the company of Kylie Mills. I’d take it. Shit, I’d take anything she’d give me. I saw myself crossing the line with her and fuck if I didn’t know how to stop. She was too young, and I wasn’t really the settling down type, but once I crossed it, there would be no turning back.
“Uh.” Those mesmerizing eyes looked at me. “Sure.”
“Sounds great to me.” I clapped my hands together. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Will,” he said proudly.
“Nice to meet ya, Will.” I saluted him. “Mace, get over here.”
“Okay, Dad.” He dropped the duster before heading over to us. I noticed her eyes widen at my title.
“Can you set up the phone to take a picture using the timer?” I asked him.
“Yeah.”
“With mine too,” Kylie added.
“Yes, ma’am,” Mace answered.
Kylie looked at me again in shock. Then she said under her breath, “At least someone in the family has manners.”
I laughed again, but this time, she kept staring at me. There were no funny comebacks or smart remarks, her eyes were simply trained on me.
“They are both set,” Mace said and broke the trance between us.
“Get in here.” I held out my left arm so he could fit in and pulled her next to me on my right, who put the boys close together.
“It’s going to blink three times,” Mace instructed.
After the picture was taken, I tagged her hand and pulled her with me to the back.
“We’ll be right back,” I said to the boys. “Mace, show Will my card, so I can sign it for him.”
“Really! Oh my God!” the boy exclaimed.
When we reached the back, I pulled her to me and asked, “Why don’t you fuck with bikers?”
“Why does it matter?” she snapped back at me.
Her body was against mine and my hands were on her ass. She was taller than most with her heels on. Her eye was healed for the most part and just slightly red. My hand moved the hair out of her face so I could see it all.
She was fucking beautiful!
“How old are you?” I asked as my lips hovered over hers.
“Too young for you.” She held her chin up, bringing her lips closer to mine.
She was not fighting me. Shit, as a matter of fact, she was challenging me.
“You think because these are business hours, I won’t spank,” I swatted her bottom, “that ass?”
“Oww,” she yelped, turning that gaze into a glare. “I am too young.”
“Too young for what?” I caged her in with my legs. “For you, I’d make an exception.”
“No, that makes you a sellout. There’s a reason you don’t mess with young girls, stick to it.”
The side of my lip turned up. “Is that so?”
Her head slightly nodded. “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 and 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 but I could not take her back here.
Fuck.
The doorbell chimed, pulling me out of my searing kiss that left her wobbling and me slightly dazed. Her forehead rested against my shoulder as she whispered, “Somebody is here.”
Damn. If 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 the reasons why I don’t fuck with younger women.” She backed away so she could see me and I let her go. “I don’t have the patience to train one to take my cock the way I like it. Usually, they’re too tight.”
She smirked and 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.
“The ass, well...” I shrugged. “But you. I’d find the patience to train you to take me every way I like. That, I guarantee. And you’ll love it.”
Her face went pale, but I left before I decided to turn back around and showed her the other way I’d take her.
Now that I had a taste, I wanted more.
5 – Too Blunt
Too blunt
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 with hard nipples and wet panties. When I arrived up front, I almost choked on what Razor’s son was saying.
“Dad, can Will and I hang out? We’re the same age and love baseball.” He spread out 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 bump of the fists, which he promptly bumped right back.
“I don’t see a problem with it,” Razor said as he turned to me. “Auntie?”
Three pair of eyes were on me as I shook my head and said, “It’s fine by me.”
“Yesss!” both boys yelled, giving each other a high-five while smiling from ear to ear.
Razor looked beyond me and said in a stern voice, “What can I do you for?”
Turning my head, I saw that a guy was looking at me, but he had on a hoodie concealing his entire face and it was on
ly seventy 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, you have my protection whether you want it or not.”
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 my womanly honor?
Fucking bikers and their sex appeal.
After an hour of the boys, and I do mean the two boys and a big boy, talking about players, cards, and the happenings of the baseball world, I finally cajoled Will to leave so we could meet up with my mom.
“Let’s grab some hoagies later.” Razor wasn’t posing this as a request.
I started to shake my head no, as Will started nodding his head yes.
“I’m afraid that I need to take care of mom and 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...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 being flirty.
“So, I’m not sure what type of shit you deal with. That’s my nephew and I 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 and 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 are doing before you finally have sex or something? Shit, just have sex. Don’t be calling me while I’m at work with this shit. Kylie, Razor is crazy but he loves kids. Has one of his own, and your nephew Will, would be in good company. 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 and then said, “I just texted you mine. Save my number so you will know it’s me calling you. I plan to use 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’.
MY MOM STAYED IN BED most of the day because her treatments were so intense. I didn’t agree with my mom about not telling anyone, because even though I was here to help her out, she needed additional emotional support. This was more than a notion and the burden was bigger than I wanted to carry at any age of my life. They weren’t talking death or anything, but her simple way of life had completely diminished. My mother always had beautiful skin and hair. Since the treatments began, she didn’t go outside anymore, her skin looked mottled and her hair was falling out.
My mom would hate me if I told my dad, but I might have to risk that. They were divorced on paper, but if you were to put the two of them in a room it seemed like they were still married.
At nine fifty-five, the doorbell chimed throughout my mom’s two-story home. The space was suitable for a family of five, and in true Susan form, she had to go big or go home. Literally, the house was huge. The back and the front yards were very large. She had someone come over to keep them cut and manicured every two weeks, even before she became sick.
“Hey,” 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 the spare bedroom that was designated as Will’s room. He was the only grandson at this point, so he was truly spoiled by everyone, including me. My sister had her husband drop Will off as she was attending to business out of town. Mom was hurt by this but also slightly relieved because she didn’t want Sheryl to know, and if my sister had seen her, she would have known something was wrong.
As soon as Razor laid him down, I took off Will’s shirt and pulled his pants off. 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!”
He leveled his eyes on me, pushed off the door and stalked toward me. Fear wasn’t something I was accustomed to and after months of therapy, it was something I didn’t succumb to. During my early years on tour, I was attacked by a fan between shows. It was not anything major but my agent added bodyguards for us, and I requested martial arts training. Hence, Ricky was hired as my personal strength and workout trainer along with my 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 toward me caused my back to go up slightly.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m not sure where you get your fucked up idea about what a biker is or does, but the boys...,” he said pointing to Will, “played football, hockey and arm wrestled with my brothers all evening. They had a ball, went out for ice-cream and crashed 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.”
He backed away from me and then left the room.
Shit.
I ran downstairs after him. “Wait. Razor, hold on.”
He was already at the door when I finally laid eyes on him. He was dressed in the same clothes from earlier; jeans, white t-shirt, and his cut with the large Guardians’ patch stitched on the back.
He stopped but he 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 gray eyes hit 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.
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“Cause when I see you, I think sexually explicit thoughts. You always sass me, so I’ll keep baiting you. If I think for one goddamn minute that someone has laid a hand on you, you need to know right now, 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 toward me and said, “Then put me out of my misery.”
“How?” I looked into his deep steel colored eyes, as he moved the hair out of my face.
“You know how.” He turned his head to the side in a forty-five degree angle.
“Not really.”
“Let me show you.” His hand grabbed the back of my neck and then my body was propelled into his.
Razor bit my bottom lip and then said, “You’re so goddamn sexy.”
He kissed me hard yet passionately, 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. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I took it all and then some. His grunt let me know I was getting to him. Our tongues tangled, but eventually I did the thing I knew he’d lose his mind over. I sucked on it.
That did it.
His hands gripped my ass, thus pulling me up and Razor turned us around so my back was against the door. He groaned in 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 in bed and he was bringing out my beast with just a kiss.
Razor pulled away from my lips. 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 said as I struggled to breathe.
“Tomorrow we see a movie. Friday, the carnival. Saturday, the baseball game in Lancaster and Sunday, me and you.”
