Page 45 of Razor's Edge
“I told you when I put her in that seat not to touch or talk to her. You did not follow instructions, scaring the absolute shit out of a young woman. Your being able to prospect for this club is under review.” Pretty Boy glares at him.
Deciding not to listen to what’s happening, I turn my focus to a terrified and withdrawn woman. Fuck, this is so much fucking worse than I thought.
“Are you ready to go take a nap, love?” I question as Vixen comes over.
Candy looks over at her, trying to smile. “Vixy, you are still gorgeous.”
“Oh, Candy Cane, I’m swollen and fat everywhere. I can't even put on my damn shoes. We still have four months to go,” Vixen grumbles but smiles at her belly.
“It’ll be the fastest four months of your life. Enjoy it with everything you have. You’ll miss it with everything you have when it's over,” Candy says with the sweetest but saddest smile.
“I’ll do what I can. You ready to get some food and take a nap?” Vixen questions.
“Yeah, let’s do this. I’m starving.” Candy forces a smile as she slides out of the van.
Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I guide her into the clubhouse toward the kitchen, where someone will be cooking. A few of the club girls are sitting around talking. I can’t stop myself from searching their faces for Star. I really need to know where she is and why Razor is so fucking sure she won't be coming back around. Blue finally turns around, spotting us smiling wide.
“Well, if it isn’t my girls. About time you brought your skinny butts in here to put some meat on your bones.”
“I can promise you, Blue, I have plenty of meat on my bones. This one, though, really needs some of what you are cooking. Hell, the baby wants some too. It smells so damn good.” Vixen points at Candy and then rubs her belly, looking sad.
“We can’t have my grandbaby wanting for anything, can we? You ladies take a seat while I fix plates.” Blue exclaims, bouncing on her toes.
We sit at the island and wait to be served. Candy sits quietly, so at odds with the happy, bubbly woman I’ve always known. I have no doubt she’ll find a new version of herself out of all this. I pray she’ll remember the fighter inside because that’s the only way she'll make it. No one can do it for her. She’ll have to fight and fight hard to overcome and win. She can and will.
“What’s got you thinking so hard, darlin’?” Razor whispers before he wraps his massive arms around me.
“Everything and nothing,” I tell him, laughing when he buries his face in my neck and tickles me with his beard.
24
Razor
Edge is blaming herself for what’s going on with Candy. This isn’t the time or place to have this conversation, so I do the next best thing and distract her. Edge’s laugh fills the room, making it brighter. It hits me that I let this woman go once, and I will not let that happen again.
It’s not long before Pretty Boy comes storming in, looking like he is about to tear the world apart. Standing to my full height, on alert for what will happen next. He searches the room, looking for something. His eyes land on the back of Candy’s head, and she has no idea there has been a change in the atmosphere. He heads to Candy, leaning on either side of her on the island, whispering in her ear. The longer he whispers, the more closed off Candy becomes.
Edge goes stiff, about to say something. I act, don’t think, just act. I turn Edge to face me, bending and throwing her over my shoulder.
“Put me down, you big ogre. I can walk,” she shouts, beating on my back.
I smack her on the ass as I make my way through the door into the great room. Blue and Starla are sitting in one of the rockers in front of the TV, napping. Prez comes out of his office, looking between me and his wife. He gives me a wink before nodding his head toward the hall. I grin at him as I head out. I’m going to take this time with my woman before we go back to the real world.
I make it through the door, closing it behind me. Sliding Edge down my body, I’m shocked when she wraps her legs around my waist and grinds on my straining cock. Edge doesn’t say a word, just kisses up my neck before nipping my ear.
“I need you, Razor. I need to feel you moving inside me, stretching me. I can’t wait anymore. Please don’t make me beg,” Edge nearly whines.
Running my hand into her long dark hair, wrapping my fingers in it, I pull her head back. I study her for a moment, making sure she means exactly what she is saying. There is nothing in her eyes but need, want, and hunger. I drop my mouth to hers, drinking from her mouth. Edge runs her hand up my arms into my hair, gripping tightly and trying to force the kiss deeper.
Taking it slow, I do not allow her to control what we are doing. I walk backward until my knees hit the bed, sitting with Edge on my lap. Still gripping her head, I pull her mouth off mine, kissing down her neck and across her collarbone.
Edge moans, grinding on my cock and trying to find the right amount of pressure and friction. Placing my free hand on Edge’s hip, I try to stop her movements before embarrassing myself. Letting go of her hair, I run my hand around to the front of her throat, tilting her chin to observe the emotions swirling in her eyes.
“You are mine, Edge. I will not, under any circumstance, let you go. I will give you the life you deserve. You are my compass. Without you, I have no direction!”
I kiss Edge, stopping her words as I pinch her nipple with my free hand. She leans back, placing her hands on my knees and arching into my hand. Releasing her neck, I slide my hand between her breasts, grabbing the hem of her shirt and tearing it up the middle. Edge gasps, looking shocked. I wink before leaning forward, taking her right nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and twirling my tongue around it.
“Razor, please, oh fuck. Please fuck me,” Edge begs.
