Page 37 of Razor's Edge
“You think you can hang out long enough for me to eat?”
“Yes, I am good. Do you know if Moose brought my phone or purse or anything? I wanted to text and call Candy. I need to tell her I’m moving out.” I wait for my words to sink in.
“No, he didn’t have anything. Vixen and I were able to get you a new phone and get everything transferred over and downloaded from the cloud, so getting a hold of Candy shouldn’t be an issue. Don’t think I missed you saying you are moving out of y’all’s place.” He reaches out and lifts my chin so we look each other in the eye. “I hope you know that you are moving in here with Star Bright and me.”
“That was the plan. You’re awfully growly. You might need to go eat,” I tell him, pecking him on the lips before taking the last bite of my food.
We spend the rest of the evening together as brothers, family, and friends, hanging out, playing pool, cards, darts, and drinking. Vixen, Little Red, and I sit around a table talking. Blue, at some point, took Starla and put her to bed before she and Steel left for the night. I may be in physical pain, but my heart and soul are finally piecing themselves back together for the first time in many years.
I catch Razor's eye and nod my head toward the hall, letting him know I’ve hit my limit. He winks before handing off his pool stick, drinking the last of the beer, and heading in my direction. When he finally makes his way over to me, he sweeps me up and carries me, not to his office but to the room that is now ours. Everything in here has been replaced.
“I had two prospects remove everything and bring in the bedroom suite you picked out for your room. It was delivered after you left. The sheets are also new. Let’s get you changed and ready for bed.” He finishes kissing me before pulling out one of his t-shirts for me.
Yep, I’ve made the right decision allowing this man back into my life.
* * *
“Razor, I am telling you something is fucking wrong! I need to fucking go get my shit!” I practically yell, throwing my hands in the air.
It’s been a fucking week since I decided to stay at the club and get back with Razor. I’m still super sore but doing so much better than I was. I can now hold Starla without wanting to die. I’m so sexually frustrated I want to fucking scream. Now add that I’ve texted, called, private messaged, even fucking FaceTimed Candy and have gotten nothing in return.
“Edge, it’s not fucking safe. Until we have taken care of the threat, you can’t go,” Razor growls, arms crossed over his chest.
“Razor, she’s my best fucking friend. I need to fucking know she is fucking okay! You can either go with me and fucking help or find me sneaking out to do it. You have to understand. What if it was a brother?” I demand.
My statement must strike something deep because understanding fills his eyes. “Fuck, Edge. Okay! Okay, I’ll get a few guys together, and we’ll go over there this afternoon.”
I am so excited that I jump into his arms, wrapping my arms and legs around him. “Thank you! Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“I just need you safe. I can never see you like I did when Moose brought you in. I can’t!”
Leaning back, I look into his eyes before slamming my mouth on his. I need this man, and I’m tired of fucking waiting. Razor grips my ass almost to the point of pain, yet there is something overly erotic. Fire races through my system, and if we don’t do something about it right now, it will burn me alive.
I pull away from the kiss to end all kisses. “Please, Razor. I need you more than my next breath.”
“Not until Flyboy says you are in the clear.”
“Razor, nothing happened to me like that. Don’t make me wait for you anymore.” I kiss across his cheek to his ear. “Razor, I need to stretch around your cock and erase the feeling of those assholes’ hands on me. I need you to replace pain with care and love.”
I kiss and nip my way down his neck. Razor sits on the edge of the bed, so I’m straddling his lap. He softly runs his hands up my back, bunching my shirt up as he goes. I pull back while he pulls it over my head, instantly bringing my mouth back to his as if I’m trying to fuse our souls. Razor is still soft, careful not to apply too much pressure, and hurt me.
Needing more from him, I grind my soaking wet pussy on the rod in his jeans. Our tongues battle in the sweetest fight. Razor softly drags the tip of his fingers around my ribs, cupping my breast before pinching my nipple, causing the sweetest bite of pain. I grind hard against the long, hard length. Razor growls, rolling until I’m under him. He breaks our kiss, staring me in the eye.
“You are so fucking sexy, and all fucking mine,” he repeatedly whispers, kissing along my jaw to my year. “Now, let me show you what that means.”
I moan, arching into him, ignoring the slight bite of pain. Reaching up, I run my nails down his back, urging him on.
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Razor
Ikiss Edge’s jaw to her ear, taking in her smell and skin softer than the finest silk. I cannot stop the flow of words, promising her everything I can and reminding her she is mine. I inhale when I make it to her hair, filling my lungs with only her.
“You are mine, Edge. You will always be mine. No one will ever harm you if they want to continue to breathe. Not mentally, not emotionally, and damn well, not physically. Let me worship you like the Queen you are.”
“Razor, please. I need more. I need you!” Edge whispers, so if I weren’t here, I wouldn’t hear her.
“Oh, my sweet Edge, you will get me but not today. Today is all about you. I’ll show you how amazing you are and how much I worship this amazing body. Most of all, how much you fucking mean to me,” I whisper between kisses and nips as I make my way down her body.
