Page 41 of Razor's Edge
“Hey, we all have our issues, and when it comes to drugs and junkies, his are long and deep. Coin is the only one that knows the whole story, and he won't share. So, give him space. Let’s get Candy dressed and go before those assholes return.” Razor kisses my forehead before turning me toward Candy.
“Do you want to get dressed or take a shower first?” I ask Candy.
“I would like a shower. I have no idea when I last took one,” she says, turning red in shame.
“No worries, let's get a shower going,” I whisper. “Razor, can you grab me a change of clothes while I help her into the shower?” I ask, winking at him and what he’ll find in my drawer.
When he is gone, I crack the door before helping Candy stand. Her legs are shaky, and I want to cry at her thinness. I guide her into the connected bathroom, turning the water to warm it. Candy looks at herself in the mirror, tears streaming down her face. She twists her arms to see the track marks, scratches, and bruises. I stand as still as possible, giving her time to process what she sees. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror, and I see the same broken girl I was when Razor and Hell’s Sacrifice found me with Ice.
“Let’s get in the shower! Things always look brighter when you’re fresh from the shower!” I offer a bright smile.
“Edge, I don’t think I can do this. I don’t even know what went down. Fuck, I don’t even know what they gave me. How can I get sober when I don’t even know what I’m getting sober from?” Candy cries.
“We don’t have to figure any of that out right now. All we do is complete one task at a time. The first task is getting in the shower. We’ll decide what’s next after you are all cleaned up. How does that sound?” I ask, being firm but making it her choice.
“Yeah. Yeah … That sounds like a great plan. Shower. Yeah!” Candy nods her head, stripping out of the few clothes she has on.
I hold the curtain back so she can step in, reaching in to catch her when her knees threaten to go out.
“Candy, would you be okay if I stepped in to help you?”
“I need help. So, so, so much help,” Candy cries with her face in her hands.
I step into the shower, helping her wash and condition her hair and body. We stand there, allowing the water to run over us. Candy’s head starts to bob, and her eyes flutter. Even with her small size, there is no way I can get her out. I lower her into the bathtub before I get out to talk to Razor.
22
Razor
Iam leaning on the door frame of Candy’s room, waiting for the girls to come out of the bathroom. I adjust my rock-hard cock. Fuck that woman. She sent me to her room to get her a change of clothes, knowing exactly what I would find. Not only her lingerie but also several vibrators and toys. Knowing she got herself off instead of looking for another man makes the possessive asshole in me beat his chest. It seems, though, that I need to remind my woman who is in charge because tonight she will show me exactly what she did with those toys.
The door to the bathroom slowly opens, and out steps Edge in nothing but a towel. I swallow hard, trying to rein in the beast that wants to ravage her.
“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Edge asks, playing innocent.
I don’t speak. Instead, I stalk toward her, backing her into the wall and pressing my cock against her lower belly. “You knew exactly what I was going to find when I went to get you clothes. You feel what the thought of you using your toys did to me?”
“Whatever do you speak of?” she teases, looking at me through her lashes.
“You’ll find out. I found your toys, and you’ll be showing me exactly how you would use them,” I growl low in her ear.
Edge’s breath catches in her chest. My sweet Edge likes this. Oh, this is going to be so much fun. I grind my rock-hard dick into her belly before stepping back, or I’m going to fuck this woman right here and now.
“I need help getting her out of the shower. She’s close to passing out if she hasn’t already,” Edge gasps.
“Okay, what do you need me to do?”
“Someone will have to carry her in here and help me get her dressed. I just don’t know how having a man do it will work,” Edge mumbles as she paces.
“Okay? What are we going to do because we need to get the fuck out of here before more assholes show up,” I growl, trying to get my head back in the game.
“Who all is with us?”
“Pretty Boy, Coin, Smith, Wesson, and Duck,” I tell her with a shrug.
“Damn, is there any of you that aren’t big, growly, and intimidating?” Edge grumbles, crossing her arms.
“That would be a no. So fucking pick one, and let’s get the show on the road,” I tell her, kissing her forehead.
