“Oh God, I feel so full. Please, Razor, move. Do something. I need- I need…” she was unable to form a sentence. He had her just where he wanted her. Holding onto her, he started to move.
*****
Holy mother of fricking God and the damn planets. He was hung like a goddamn elephant. Never in her life had she been with someone who was so large. She wasn’t a virgin, but he sure as hell made her feel like one. He stretched her more than she ever thought she could. But damn if it didn’t feel good.
In and out, he started to move. The sexy sounds of ragged breathing and skin upon skin sounded as he thrust in a steady rhythm. Her hands came up to stroke his back. He still had his shirt on. She didn’t want that. Grabbing it, she started to tug.
He stopped moving and looked at her. He must have read her mind as he pulled it up and over his head. They were both completely naked; well, almost. She was still in her bra, but he remedied that situation right away. Not breaking contact, he kissed her long and deep. Holding onto the back of her neck, he thrust his tongue into her mouth as he mimicked the movement with his cock.
Oh God, he was gonna break her. He released her mouth and sucked on her neck. Her hands once again went to his back holding him steady with her nails. He hissed but suddenly quickened his pace as he lowered himself down onto her. Faith wrapped her legs around him as his body covered her and his cock found its purpose and pounded a beat. With him holding her down, he must have snapped, and all she could do was scream and let go. He was a mad man looking for something. So close, she was so close to finding that last piece she needed to fly.
Razor was holding her in a death grip, as one of his possessions while he pinned her down. Her head tilted back while he fucked her, and boy was he fucking her, with all his might. His movements became frantic and stronger as he bit into her shoulder. It was just enough to send her over the edge. As she screamed his name, he grunted and emptied himself into her sex, groaning what he prayed was her name at least.
It felt as if she was unable to catch her breath. With his weight covering her and her body going into complete shock from what she could only describe as a nuclear explosion, her legs quivered, and she felt like jelly. Razor rolled pulling her with him. His eyes were closed as he held her. Unable to think, or move, she too closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
*****
Faith woke to the sound of shouting. What the hell was going on? Looking around she saw Razor wasn’t in bed. Shit, what time was it? The noise got louder, and suddenly she knew that voice. Shit, Michael. Looking around the room, she couldn’t find her clothes but saw Razor's shirt. She needed to get out there before her brother did something he would pay for later.
“I should fucking kill you.”
“I would like to see you try.”
“I said to fucking watch her; keep her safe. Not sleep with her.”
“What she and I are, is none of your goddamn business! She’s a big girl; unless you missed that part.”
“Watch it, boy; she’s my sister.”
“And she’s my...”
“She’s your what? Watch what you say next because it might be the last thing you say.”
Shit, she needed to stop this and now.
“Michael, what the hell are you doing here?” She went and stood between him and Razor. She knew neither of them would do anything with her right there, or at least she hoped they wouldn’t.
“I came to tell you that we have a chance to get that email sent to whomever you needed, but we have to do it now. I never expected you to be in bed with- are you fucking wearing his shirt? Goddammit, Faith. I should take you across my knee. What the fuck were you thinking? If he took advantage of you, just let me know, and we can make him disappear. I have the enforcers outside, and they can make him disappear within thirty minutes.”
“No, he didn’t, and you back off. Michael Albert Hillman, you listen, and you listen good. You. Will. Not. Touch. Him. Or I will make you disappear. And you know I can. Now if you give me five minutes, I’ll get dressed, and we can leave. The sooner I send the email; the sooner everyone can worry about things other than me.” She turned to Razor, who was smirking a little.
“Bedroom. Now,” she snapped and didn’t give him a chance to respond. Good thing he listened. He followed, closing the door behind them.
“Look, I know he can be a bit protective, but don’t push his buttons, okay? Michael can cause you trouble. I’ll go with him, and you stay here. I don’t think it will take that long,” she said as she slipped off his shirt and stood naked before him. His growl made her realize what she had done. Suddenly a bit self-conscious, she covered herself feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Don’t hide.” She looked up at him, and without her knowing, he stood in front of her. “I want to see all of you. Don’t hide.” He placed her hands down and cupped her breasts before bending to kiss her. It was a sweet one, not like before.
He stepped back and took the shirt she’d had on and tugged it over his head. She found her bra but didn’t want to put on dirty panties, so she slid her jeans on without them. His eyebrow went up as if asking her a question. She just smiled before getting dressed. And just like that, she was ready. Michael had her computer, so she didn’t need anything.
“I’m going with you. You can ride with me,” Razor said. He finished by walking out the door. Grrr, men. But of course, she got on his bike and sat, making her wince slightly, which only made Razor chuckle.
“Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll kiss it and make it better later.” He started his beast, and they rode in the dark following the Hellhounds to a secured location.
Chapter Fifteen
Faith held onto Razor as they sped into the night. Her arms wrapped around him.
She was a little cold and would have to remember to grab a jacket or sweater next time. However, the rhythmic vibration from Razor’s bike almost lulled her to sleep. But with her holding onto him and the sweet smell of him, it kept her awake enough, or it could have been the rumble of the other bikes that flanked all sides of them. Her brother was being a bit overprotective when it came to her. She ignored him half the time; he acted more like a father than a brother.
They pulled into a warehouse in an area she didn’t know. Everyone stopped their bikes and Razor held his hand out helping her get off the bike carefully. He knew her lady bits were tender. Sex was amazing, mind blowing even, but shit, her poor pussy was worn out.
“Follow us. We have this on lockdown; no one will find us here. We have secured a line, and you can send what you need. Our man, Forest, hooked you up. So, do your thing. I’ll get you some coffee.” Michael turned and walked up some weird stairs that housed a smaller office. Whatever, she thought as she made her way to the small desk on the side. Her laptop was there and her Kindle. She would make sure to grab that when they left too.
Loading it up, she made sure she had listed names and people involved along with the proof and what was being sold. The only information she didn’t have was the local people helping transport them to the docks where they were being shipped. Somehow, that information was not provided. Just some corporation. Finding the email address to the head of the FBI office in Washington DC, she added all the attachments and started typing out her findings in a brief summary.
“Shit, you need to hurry up; we got company.” Some guy she didn't know yelled.
Michael came running down the stairs with a gun in his hand and threw it at Razor.
“Five minutes, Faith, then you’re out of here.” He handed something to Razor. “Another address of another safe house. I don’t want to take a chance with her. Here’s some cash, don’t use credit. A burn phone, call if there’s trouble only.” He turned back to Faith. “Three minutes now.”
Shit, she needed to finish. Typing faster than she ever had, she attached the documents and hit send. But it seemed to be stalling.
Damn it. She waited and waited until Razor grabbed her.
“Time’s up, kitten.” Shit, she sent a silent prayer that it sent, and she ran following Razor to his bike. That was when she heard the first loud bang and a whizzing noise fly by her. “Fuck, let’s go.”
He didn’t wait until she got comfortable to start his bike. As soon as she grabbed him, he gunned it. More gunfire went off, and her heart skipped with nervousness and worry. What if Michael got hurt? So many things went through her mind that she almost forgot she was winding through the silent streets in the middle of the night.
More gunfire and bikes seemed to follow. She could hear Razor yelling for her to hold tighter as two bikes followed. The sound of guns once again going off. A whizzing sound was too close for her comfort. They were chasing her. Shit, she didn’t know what to do. Razor gunned the bike, and they took a sudden turn and then several others. Soon they could see other bikes, ones she actually knew. The Hellhounds were now chasing the other bikes.
Instantly, she remembered who these guys were. Michael had talked about a rival MC. The Tomb Riders were nasty and didn’t care what they did. Sure, the Hellhounds did some- okay, a lot- of illegal things, but they didn’t set out to hurt anyone. The Tomb Riders acted as if they were guns for hire and now they were after her. Not able to concentrate on what was going on, she held on tight and prayed that Razor knew where he was going. After what felt like hours, no one followed them.
Razor kept going and a sudden weariness started to get to her. She wanted to take a long, hot bath and just wash away everything that had just happened. She had thought that the incident at John’s apartment was bad, but this was a whole lot worse.
They followed another road until they came to some type of housing development. It wasn’t the nicest area, but it was better than her apartment, that’s for sure. Razor slowed and rounded a house at the end of a cul-de-sac. He hit a small button and the garage door opened. He rode his bike into it before hitting the button again, closing the door behind them.
“It’s okay to get off now, kitten.” He chuckled as she just stayed in place. She really needed to get off, and possibly throw up, or pee. Yeah, she needed to pee too. As she climbed off, she noticed he wasn’t moving too much. “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine. Let’s get inside.” But when he stood, she noticed he winced a little. Looking down, she saw blood on his leg. He had been shot.
“What the hell, Razor, you’re hurt? Shit, we need a doctor.”
“No, it’s fine; just a graze. If it was worse, I wouldn’t be able to walk. Let’s get inside.” He grabbed her hand and unlocked the door dragging her into the kitchen. The townhome was small and smelled a little musty. Michael said she needed to move, but now that she thought about it, they weren’t prepared for her to move again. Something had to have happened. Either way, she needed a first aid kit.
“Go sit on the chair.” She pointed to a large recliner in the small living room they had entered. She went running down the hall until she found a bathroom. Looking in the medicine cabinet, she found nothing, but under the sink, she did found what she needed. Thank God. She ran back to Razor, who had already taken his boots off.
“Take your pants off.” With the wound being in the upper thigh, she couldn’t simply roll it up.
“Really, kitten? Thought maybe we could have a drink or something before we played, but okay.”
“No, you idiot, I want to look at your leg.” She waited until he sighed and then stood and tugged his jeans down. He was right, the bullet had just scraped along the skin, but it still needed to be cleaned. It didn’t help that his cock was right next to her face and was starting to get hard. She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Gunfights turn me on, and the fact that you’re right next to him with your sexy mouth that feels so damn good… I may have to partake in that again.” He gave her a crooked smile as his eyes shined with lust. Oh, that damn look; it made her instantly wet. They’d had sex for the first time less than twenty-four hours ago, and already he knew how to play her body. Evil bastard.
*****
Razor couldn’t believe how damn horny he was all of a sudden. Okay, maybe he could. Faith was right there next to his junk and the sweet memories of her sucking him off last night floated across his mind. Damn, her mouth could get her into trouble, or out, depending on how he played it. However, right now she was cleaning his wound. She used alcohol, which burned like hell, to clean it before putting some weird cream on it and taping it up.
“That should work for now. I can see if I can find some painkillers for you or Tylenol at least.” He grabbed his jeans and slid them back up. He knew something that would work better than drugs. He spotted a cabinet that housed the booze. Sure, he drank some- okay, a lot- but he knew that it would work better than pills. Not that he was against them, but he didn’t know how long they were here. He grabbed a cup he found in one of the other sections and poured what smelled like tequila. Downing it all within one gulp, he allowed the warm burn to fill him. He filled it again, and looked around.
The place was nice, something he would like to have at some point.
Faith returned with a bottle of Tylenol and the concerned look on her face was endearing.
“You should be sitting down.”
“Yeah, well I needed something to take the edge off. Plus I want to clean up some and find a place to crash after we eat.”
“Oh, you’re hungry? I can see what we have to eat while you go rest. I can bring it to you.”
“That would work. I wanna check the layout anyway.”
“You need to sit or lay down.”
“Not happening, kitten. Need to make sure I have everything covered. You cook; I’ll find everything else. Tag team it.” He turned and left, not letting her say anything.
He needed to take a breath, away from her. She was doing something to him; turning him soft. Sure, she was amazing in bed, and she was the first chick who actually fought back with him. She didn’t just smile and do what he said.
Things seemed to be happening so fast, and that scared him more. A week. He had known her a week, and he was already starting to feel something for her other than lust. She intrigued him.
Looking around the rest of the house, he found two bedrooms but didn’t like the layout of the second room. It was on the opposite end from the main bedroom. Not an issue. She would sleep with him. It had felt so good to sleep in a bed instead of on his damn lumpy couch.
Looking in the main bedroom, he spotted some spare clothes. Mostly sweats, but they were better than his jeans right now. Going to the bathroom, he cleaned up some before changing and heading down the stairs. The smell of food filled his nose. Damn, he was hungry, and it was early.
“Pancakes?” When was the last time he ate pancakes?
“Yeah, sorry, there’s not much to work with, but I found some sausage links in the freezer. It’s something to eat, and then maybe we can sleep.” She continued to flip the food in the pan while he went to look for something to drink. Nothing but alcohol and water. What he wouldn’t give right now for some coffee. But he wanted to sleep later, so he grabbed two waters, and sat down at the small table that was already set for the two of them. Faith came over with the rest of the pancakes and sausage before setting a new bottle of syrup on the table.
“It’s not homemade; it’s the just add water kind of stuff, but it’s food.” She lowered her head as she took a seat opposite him.
“Looks great, kitten.” He grabbed some pancakes and dumped syrup on them before taking a giant bite. From scratch or not, the pancakes tasted great to him. He was used to take out, or simple shit he could heat up. But this was, what was the word Johnny would use, oh yeah, nice. It was nice to sit and enjoy some food with someone.
“So how long are we holed up here?”
“Not sure. Could be a few hours, could be a few days, a week even.” She scrunched her nose at the thought. Seemed she wasn’t too happy about being stuck here, or was it him?
“Something wrong with that?”
“Oh no, it’s just that, you see…”
“See what? Having issues about me already.” Damn, he was starting to sound like a chick.
“No, oh God, no. It’s just that well… There really isn’t anything here for us. Not much food, and only a bottle of soap. Not sure how we’ll be okay for a few days. Sure, showering is important and such, but we only have so much we can use that is prepackaged. And some things require milk, and we don’t have that.” Oh, he saw her logic now.
“Don’t worry, kitten, I will make sure to keep you clean.” He winked at her and a sweet red blush crept over her face.
“Eat,” he commanded before he too went back to his meal.
Chapter Sixteen
Razor watched as Faith washed the dishes she’d used before looking around the place. He wasn’t very comfortable in the house either but was making the most of it.
“Tired?” He didn’t need to really ask her, he could tell just by looking at her, it was as if she was wound so tight she would snap at some point. Maybe he should get her drunk again. She was playful and frisky drunk. Sure, he would love to bury himself into her tight little pussy, but didn't really want to take advantage of her like that. Would she come to him willingly without it? Then he remembered she was sore from the ride earlier.
“Yeah, kinda. I just feel, well nervous, scared, lost, and slightly happy.”
“That’s a shit load of crap to feel all at once.”
“Yeah, well, when you know that thousands of people count on a single email I have to send to save their lives, it’s kinda a big deal. I just feel- shit, I don’t know anymore.”
“Gotcha.” He honestly didn’t know what to say. She was curling inside herself. Maybe he was getting too attached and needed to find a way to break from her, but he was drawn to her.
“Hey, is it okay if I go take a bath? I saw one when I got the first aid kit. I won’t be too long, and I promise to call if I need you.” She was pleading with him, but he really didn’t care. He wanted to let the liquor take the pain away and lay the fuck down. He didn’t like the crazy stupid shit he was dealing with. He preferred to just ink people, fuck a local bar bunny and go home. No one to hold him down, rely on him or anything.
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