She’s it for me

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THE NEXT DAY SHAY AND Lori called me on the three-way.

“Giirrll, spill it,” Shay started. “Spill it all!”

“Yess!” Lori chimed in. “It’s all around town about you and Razor walking hand-in-hand.”

“Oh my God, y’all are crazy!” I laughed. “It wasn’t even that serious. He always grabs my hand to get to where he’s going. I guess to keep me close or something.”

“No, no, no.” It was Shay again. “I heard you said something about fucking his brains out.”

“Yeah. We heard that.”

“Oh yeah. Well, the guys were giving him shit, so I just added to the pot. Just giving them something to talk about.”

“Well, you succeeded. The word made it all the way in the doctor’s office and everything,” Shay reported. “Now, I want details. On a scale of one to ten, how’s the oral, the actual and the kinky shit. Now, start with the oral.”

That was Shay, nosey as hell and always wanting the details.

“Okay. All of them were at a twelve. An O.M.G. twelve. Oral, actual and kinky,” I confirmed.

“Whew!” Lori said.

“I knew it!” Shay exclaimed. “Razor didn’t get his name for being dull.”

“What?” I asked. “What does his name have to do with anything?”

“Razors are sharp is all I’m saying.” That was Shay again.

“Okay, well. What’s the status?” Lori asked. “You still under protection and all?”

“Yeah. I’m staying with him because I was too freaked out to stay by myself and hadn’t slept in almost a week. So, in one of my delirious moments, I made Apollo drive me to his house. He told me I wasn’t going back home and to get comfortable. You know I’m not, but for now I’m here.”

“Oh yeah, girl. That’s the Razor I know,” Shay cheered.

“How’s Apollo?” Lori asked. 

“He’s fine,” I answered. “Girl, why don’t you just talk to that man?”

“I can’t handle it.” Lori giggled. “He knows, but he just hasn’t said anything to me yet. So, I’m waiting for him.”

“You’ll be waiting until you’re fifty. Either pursue or move on,” Shay added.

“Yeah, this torch has been carried for how long now?” I asked.

“Four years,” Lori’s voice held a dreamy tone.

Shay sighed loudly, while I rolled my eyes. That was too damn long. I did not understand. Apollo was hot, and on some level I got it, but Lori seemed to be in dreamland when it came to him. Totally lost, like there was no return. I started to have the same fear that Shay had when it came to the torch she carried for the man. There was no way he didn’t know, which brought him down a notch in my book. But, you can’t make a man interested in you, or can you?

When I went to see my mom the next week, she looked ten times better than I had seen in a while. Dad said the medicine had changed again and they went back to the oncologist to do the examination to see if the laser therapy was working.

I had lunch with the both of them, which for once, was great. Actually, it was more than great. Mom was in a great mood and Dad was attending to her every need. It was sweet actually. They had been divorced for eight years. She gets sick and that was when he took advantage to fulfill his vows. He was always a loving husband, but Susan Rutgers was a piece of work and determined to do things her way...the Rutgers’ way.

Razor would make his rounds to The Diamond Base and Peppers while I had two guys on me as I went about my day. The previous two days I was with him when he went to the store, the bar or the other errands he ran throughout the day. There was no news about the job situation, but Razor said that I could work for him and I knew with certainty that I would not be doing that.

I hated working with people that were friends, related or knew the boss prior. They always took advantage of the situation, even if they didn’t want to and nobody could ever correct them, because they knew that could be to their demise. This was stupid, but I did not want to be that person. It was actually a pet peeve of mine. I’m the fucking boss, so I’m exempt from shit.

I didn’t see Razor doing that, but if we kept our current situation, I had his ear and I was in his bed. There was always power there and there was no getting around that. Of course he was not trying to hear any of my foolishness as he called it, but I drew the line in the sand with the job.

By Friday, when he overheard me on the phone with Shay, expressing my issues with the job search, he decided to try again

“Darling, why are you putting yourself through this shit? I told you already, you can work at the store or the bar. Fuck, I don’t even care, but you don’t need to be fucking around with this.” He pointed to my laptop screen.

“Shay, let me call you back.” She was on the phone laughing, talking about ‘Razor strikes again’.

I hung up the phone.

“Razor, we’ve already had this discussion. I will not work in any establishment where you are the boss. Okay? That’s not happening. End of the story.”

“Put your fucking pride aside. When I say you’re mine that means, I take care of you. Kylie, this ain’t about owing anyone or being in debt. We’re Guardians. We provide, protect and intervene in shit that has nothing to do with us and sometimes for no payment at all. Now you’re in need and you won’t let me help. Are you fucking serious?” He sat down in the chair opposite me.

“Razor, you don’t understand. I don’t do that. It’s not about you helping me. I’ve accepted your help. I’m here, right?”

“You’re here because I’m helping you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No. I’m here because I want to be. I mean, I’m here accepting the help you and the Guardians are providing for me. I’m cooperative, right? So, it’s not that but with this, I have to do it on my own merit.”

“Pride, darling.”

“No, it’s a good work ethic.”

He shook his head as I walked to him and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.

“Thanks for looking out for me, Razor. I appreciate the offer, I do, but I want to do this.”

He looked up at me and said, “You got it now Kylie, but if you don’t have something in thirty days. You’re coming to one of the two places. Got it?”

“Razor, that’s not a compromise.”

“Never said it was.”

“That’s what people in relationships do. They compromise. They talk and negotiate with each other.”

“We’re in a relationship?” he asked.

“Well, yeah,” I answered. “I mean, I thought.”

“So you’re my old lady,” he stated.

“Clearly, I’m not the old one in this scenario. So, no, I’m not your old lady.” I kissed him again. “Your lady? Sure.”

“I can take that.”

“Good.” I left the room.

Our routines included traveling with Razor to his businesses, the compound and visiting my parents. Razor never came with me to visit them which was odd, since I went everywhere with him. After three weeks of him going somewhere else when it was time to see my folks, I finally asked him.

“Why don’t you ever come with me to my parents?”

“Your parents ask for me to come over?” He stopped mixing the omelet and turned around to look at me.

“No, but you know I go over there every other day. I’ve been here for a month now and I go everywhere with you, but you won’t even go with me to my parents. I don’t get it.”

“There’s nothing to get.” He turned back and continued to stir our omelets.

Razor was more than a godsend, he was everything. Every morning he fixed us breakfast. The night before we actually went to bed, he would ask what I wanted the next morning. For dinner, we alternated evenings even though it was mostly him. If I was in the mood, I would surprise him and cook. I’ll give it to the man, he ate it and acted like it was edible.

During the week, I was with him and in the evenings, he was in me. Literally and as I realized figuratively; he was already under my skin and shit, I had feelings. If he got up and walked away, I'd be crushed, absolutely devastated. I'd be Lori and that was not something I wanted or needed in my life. Which is why him not wanting to meet my parents officially bothered me.

I never talked to my dad about my significant others. If he knew something, it was because Mom told him. I never elaborated with her, but she was smart and could read between the lines.

During the past month, Razor and I have grown significantly. Therefore, I called my dad. Maybe not being invited was a manly, badass biker thing or something. It really did not matter, but I did plan to rectify the situation.

“Hey baby girl.” My dad sounded happy.

“Hey Dad. How's it going?”

“Great, since you were here just yesterday.”

“Oh, good.”

I was stalling. Why all of a sudden I was scared baffled me. It was dumb really. I'm thirty-two and way too grown to need the approval of my father. Even though he was in office and I also did not want to embarrass him. For this, we’d have to agree to disagree if he didn’t like it.

“Did you need something? I have to get lunch for your mother. If I don't, she’ll sneak in the kitchen and make lunch for the entire staff.” He laughed.

Wow! They sounded good back together. Well, at least in the same house.

“Uh, yeah. I'm seeing Razor,” I blurted out. “H-he and I are together.”

“Figured. Everyone around town kept telling me, but I figured you'd let me know when it was real.”

Ha! That was my father! He dealt with results and truth.

“Yeah, he's, uh, been really good to me.”

“He ought to. You deserve nothing less. The man's no fool.”

“No, Dad. He isn't.”

“Well, good. Bring him over for dinner, huh? I’ve got to run. I hear your mother in the kitchen.”

He hung up.

Then it hit me. Razor knew I hadn't told anyone about us because if I did, dinner would be the next in line.

When I came back downstairs, I saw our breakfast on the table and Razor sitting down.

“Hey, sweetheart. I was just about to call you,” he said when he spotted me.

I didn’t say anything, just walked over to him, and straddled him with my back to the table.  I leaned down to kiss him on the lips with his face cupped in my hands. I kissed both cheeks, his forehead, nose and each eye. Surprisingly, he let me do all of this without taking over or stopping me. He was not sentimental. He kissed hard, fucked hard, and made me scream hard.

After I finished kissing each part of his face, I looked into his eyes. His hands flexed on my hips and ass but he did not change his blank expression at all.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked him. “You’re spoiling and ruining me for life.”

He remained silent, so I chastely kissed him again on the lips.

“My dad invited you over for dinner. Let me know when you can go.” I stood up and went to my side of the table to eat my omelet. Cold eggs were never good.

“Mmm, this is delicious,” I mumbled as I took a bite. “Thanks, Razor.”

He was staring at me in the same position he was in when I removed myself from him a minute ago.

“Razor?” I called. “You alright?”

It was his turn not to answer me. He stood up so fast, his chair fell but that did not stop him. He reached my side, pulled me up, snapping my body to his.

“Razor?” I took a breath right before he took my mouth in a searing, tongue filled kiss.

He backed me up against the counter, ripped off my pajama bottoms and pulled his boxers down.

“Razor,” I yelped.

“Shh,” he growled.

He switched directions and this time he pulled me towards the pantry door. I stepped out of my pajama pants and he kicked his boxers off. Razor dipped down and picked me up by my thighs as he leaned on the door. Once he guided his hard cock inside of my wet channel, his strong hands gripped my hips and pushed me down on him.

I gasped as the pressure of him filling me up and the eroticism of it all overwhelmed me. He began to hold me still as he powered into me like a man possessed.

“God, Razor,” I exhaled.

His strong strokes were sending my body into a frenzy. I screamed and scratched his back as I wasn't sure what to do with my hands. My tank top kept rubbing against my sensitive nipples along with the friction of his body; I was about to burst.

Razor stopped pumping into me so I used the leverage with my legs wrapped around his waist and pushed myself up and down on his long cock. With one hand, his fingers pressed into my ass and with his other finger, he started to massage my forbidden hole.

“Razor,” I murmured in his neck. “Yes!”

His finger bypassed the outside barrier and entered my dark channel. I slid up and down his long, thick cock while his finger followed my movements.

God, this was the life!

“Jesus Christ, you're so goddamn tight,” he moaned.

Those were his first words before he interrupted our omelet breakfast for this irregular special program. I had no problems reheating an egg.

“Yes, Razor!”

He pushed his finger in more and I exploded. It came so fast, my gyrating hips completely stopped as he pumped into me repeatedly. A scream escaped my throat as my orgasm shook every part of my soul along with his teeth on my neck that sent me into another fit of ecstasy.

Usually we were in the bed or that one time on a bleacher, but he'd always go and get a wipe to clean me. This time, he carried me to the bathroom, where we continued to fuck but it was much slower. This wasn't typical of Razor. He was going slow, massaging various parts of my body, kissing and biting my lips. This was something else. Even though he was slipping in and out of me while I was against the shower wall.

It wasn't fucking.

I knew that.

That Friday, we had dinner with my parents. My mom was pensive, as if the jury was out until she'd seen him.  I wasn't sure about my dad until we actually sat to eat and Razor answered his first question.

Well, I should have known my dad would cut the bullshit and get to the point.

“I pay you guys to watch my daughter and now you’re together. Is this a common practice?” Phillip Mills asked right as we all sat down.

Straight up with no chaser. The crazy thing was, Razor was the same.

“Best place to watch her is with me. Plus, it don't hurt she's crawled under my skin, that I can’t shake and I like that.” My dad’s eyebrows went up. Razor turned to my mom and then said, “Not sure what you know about me but I'm someone you can bet on. I don't fuck around and Kylie comes first. Always. I'll protect her with my life and there's a band of men behind me that will do the same.”

My father nodded as if he got what he just said in biker talk and then my mom asked, “What do you do for a living, and what's your real name?”

I coughed because Susan was no pushover either. Talking bad wouldn't convince her.

“I own Peppers over on Liberty Street. The Diamond Base on Main Street is also mine. I have a few rental properties in Lancaster County; a brown stone building in both New York and Philadelphia. I'm also the president of the Legion of Guardians and we do alright.” He took a sip. “My name is Xander Willis, but people call me Razor.”

Well.

It was my dad’s turn to cough. So when my mom asked, “Why Kylie?” my head swirled around to glare at her.

What was she getting at with this?

Razor had both hands on the table and said, “Look, I've got nothing to hide. Kylie is it for me. I'm not sure how to explain that shit beside that I want to wake up with her in my arms and go to sleep with her the same way. I want to be there to help her problem solve the next issue and hear her chewing when she eats my cooking. Or watch her play with my son or help out at the store when it gets crowded because she has my back too. So, why Kylie? And, she wants to ride with me. That’s it. She won’t even take a job I’m offering her. She is selfless, caring, strong and sweet. She’s not a pushover and she’s constantly challenging me. That’s the type of partner I want. She’s it and that’s why I know she’s the one for me.”

Well, goddamn.

That Razor sure could give a speech. Even Susan had to shut up.

“Well Xander, that’s good enough for me.” She looked to my dad and said, “Let’s eat, shall we?”

He nodded his head and the rest of the dinner went off without a hitch. He was then invited to all future dinners. This was especially nice since Razor’s mom would no longer see him. That fact bothered me more and more. I wanted to reach out to her and his brothers; let them know about the man he is and that he didn’t follow in his father’s footsteps. Let them know he was a loyal and good man. More importantly, his club, Legion of Guardians, was top notch. 

Something needed to be done.