Page 44 of Razor
Encouraged, Honey trailed her fingers along his ribcage to his waistband. His muscles reacted to her touch, making her feel powerful and alluring. He froze in place, holding his breath as Honey traced the thick material clinging to his hips. When she reached the button at the top, she slipped it out and drew the metal tab of his zipper down.
His hand trapped hers against him, stopping her movement. Honey took her time, lifting her gaze to meet his. She playfully wiggled her thumb across his growing shaft as she asked, “Maybe Daddies feel better after napping too?”
“I don’t want to hurt your foot, sweetheart.”
“Then we’ll be careful,” she promised. “I’ll do exactly what you say.”
Razor looked at her hard for a long second before wrapping his arms around her and gently plucking her off the vanity. One of his hands drifted lower to cup her bottom. His fingers squeezed her full buttocks as he carried her from the bathroom. The sensation tantalized her, but she wanted his touch in another spot.
“Daddy,” she whined.
“I know, Honey. Daddy will help.”
He set her gently on the edge of the bed. Razor stayed in the space between her thighs. “Lie back, Little girl. Daddy wants to enjoy you.”
Honey curled onto the comforter. The water droplets he’d abandoned on her skin made the cotton clingy. She loved every sensation. How could he make her feel so much?
He scanned her curves, thrusting his hand into his jeans to cup his shaft. The muscles of his forearm tensed as he squeezed himself. A deep groan welled from inside his chest as Honey stared in fascination at the arousing scene unwinding in front of her. “Fuck, Honey. You’re delectable. Daddy needs a taste.”
With his cock protected from the metal teeth, he quickly unzipped his pants and pushed them to his ankles. He didn’t attempt to work the denim over the steel-toed boots the Devil Daddies wore in the warehouse and on their bikes. Razor dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. She shivered at the hungry expression as Razor focused on her pussy.
So hot! Honey delighted in his obvious desire as he devoured her with his gaze. When she thought she might combust with need, Razor stroked his hands down her thighs to spread her pink folds. He leaned forward to lick a fiery path up her flesh. His hum of enjoyment vibrated against her sensitive skin.
“No!” Honey protested when he straightened.
“I’m not done yet, sweetheart.” Razor carefully lifted both her legs over his shoulders. “Keep your legs here, Little girl. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded, ready to promise him anything if he’d touch her again.
“Good girl.”
Razor pressed a kiss to her mound. Air rushed into her lungs as she held her breath in anticipation. He followed her cleft lower and stopped every fraction of an inch to taste and caress her.
Honey raised her pelvis toward him, silently requesting more. “Daddy, please!”
“No rushing Daddy, Honey. I’m in charge.” He scolded her before pushing her hips down onto the mattress.
Juices flooded from her pussy as he controlled her. The thrill of having him take control filled her. As he held her pinned in place, Razor brushed his tongue over her clit, elevating her arousal higher with that scintillating caress. When he pressed two fingers into her wetness, she moaned again.
Sensations swirled around her, filling her mind until she couldn’t think of anything other than his touch. When Razor scissored his fingers inside the tight passage to stretch her, the slight hint of pain made her groan with desire. Needing contact with this magnetic man, she thrust her fingers into his hair.
His lips wrapped around her small, clenched bundle of nerves and sucked hard. The sudden thrill jolted her into pleasure as she exploded in a massive orgasm. Immediately, Razor shifted to press his cock against her throbbing opening. He surged inside, pushing the air from her lungs as he claimed her pussy.
She clung to him, aware that even as they moved, Razor steadied her leg. He never lost track of her injury. Her heart melted. The last of any reservations she had disappeared as he proved how much he cared about her. Reaching their climax together, Honey shouted, “I love you, Daddy.”
She couldn’t second-guess sharing her feelings as tears welled in his eyes. Razor wrapped himself around her. He hugged her close as he captured her lips in an emotion-filled kiss Honey would never forget. Her heart skipped a beat.
“I love you, Little girl. Forever.”
Chapter 14
Razor had dragged himself from Honey after tucking her in bed for her nap and leaving a sandwich for her in the fridge for lunch when she woke up. Some days the long hours as the MC doc wore him down. Since meeting Honey, he regretted every hour he was separated from her—especially with her at home recovering. When she returned to work, he anticipated their time apart would be easier.
Thankfully, the afternoon had gone smoothly. He’d patched a few guys together and held a PTSD therapy group for a few of the ex-military MC members. After several months, even the reluctant attendees admitted freely that the meetings helped. Not because of Razor’s gatherings alone. The structure of a motorcycle club gave many the support they needed.
His prettiest patient showed up at the end of the day. “Caroline? What did your Daddy haul you in here for?” Razor asked, noting Wraith held Caroline securely on his lap as if she’d bolt in a flash.
“Hey, Razor. I made an appointment overnight when Caroline had difficulty sleeping,” Wraith explained, boosting Caroline to her feet.
