Feel the unspoken word

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“HEARD YOU SINGING IN the shower, sweetheart.”

“Yeah.”

She was reading a book on her new e-reader and I knew from past experience that she was not to be bothered, but this was important.

“You’ve been singing a lot lately,” I noted.

“Umm hmm.” She swiped her finger across the dark screen.

For some reason, she preferred the black background and the light lettering. She said only other e-readers would understand. I was a reader but I only read books the old-fashioned way, paperbacks. The crisp pages in your hand, the sound of the turning paper, and the good old-fashioned left side growing larger while the right side got smaller. Kylie rolled her eyes when I gave her that speech and then called me an old man. In turn, I put her over my knee and spanked her ass red and made her cum all over my fingers.

Since then, old man has been my nickname, because she likes my punishments.

My girl.

“Kylie, I need you to hear me right now.”

She sighed and put the e-book down. “Razor, what in Sam hell do you want? You know I’m reading and it’s the good part because Samantha is about to find out that she’s pregnant. Even though Joshua knew already. He even had her mom come down so she was prepared and could have a sounding board.”

“Okay,” I replied as I was confused about what the hell she was talking about.

“It’s the book BOMBSHELL by Xyla Turner. I swear, I love this book.” Her eyes were bright with excitement.

“Okay. How many times have you read it?” I could swear I’d heard the story line before.

Kylie talked so much about it, I felt like I needed to get my own copy.

“Have you been looking for jobs that involve singing?” I asked.

“No, not really.” She put her e-reader down and looked at me. “Why?”

“Figured, you’ve been singing a lot. Figured you might miss it. So a job that lets you sing might be in order.”

Kylie’s hazel eyes grew wider and then she said, “Wow, Razor. I think you might be on to something.”

“We are expanding Peppers to include a nightly performance. Big Joey had heard you before and wanted you to be a part of the lineup two to three nights a week. He’s concerned that he’ll have to manage this aspect and the bar, so he wants an entertainment manager. He thought you might know a little bit about it. Told him, I’d ask.”

She eyed me suspiciously and then she said, “Well, that sounds like a great addition to Peppers. However, Razor, I’m concerned that this is something you are putting together for me.”

I pulled out my phone and hit Big Joey’s number.

“Joe, I’m putting you on speaker because Kylie has some questions.”

She was mouthing something to me, but I hit the speaker button and let him talk.

“Kylie, sweetie. How ya been? Heard you tied one on the other night.”

“Eww, yeah. Won’t be doing that shit again. Apollo and Bronx had me on a bet. A girl can’t turn down a bet like that. Needless to say, Razor was dragging my ass outta there.” She laughed. “And nursing me back to health the next morning.”

“Well, you weren’t the only one being dragged outta there. Shay dragged Bronx’s ass outta here and Apollo passed out. I had to take his sorry ass to the compound.”

She turned to look at me and then mouthed, ‘Shay and Bronx.’

I shook my head at her and mouthed back, “Don’t.”

“What?”

“So, Joe. About this idea you had,” I said, quickly interrupting her crazy matchmaking thoughts. 

“Ahh, yeah. One of the things that makes Wiley’s such a popping spot is their entertainment bit. However, even though Peppers is more of a biker’s bar for the Guardians – we like entertainment too. Thinking was, if it’s you doing the shit, guys will behave better. Being Raz’s old lady and all. Nobody will fuck with ya singing, dancing and if you could coordinate the schedule and all the shit that I ain’t got time for. You know we have all types of members, so we’re trying to appeal to more than just the biker side. But we bikers like the arts as well.”

“I got you, Big Joey.” She looked to me with eager eyes. “Let me think about it and discuss it with Razor, okay?”

“Aight, girlie.” A glass shattered in the background. “Hey, how about you come this Friday and sing for a bit? Just to test it out and see if it might be something you’d be interested in doing. We can get the equipment.”

She looked to me and I nodded. “Okay, let’s do that.”

“Kay, I’ll set it up.”

“Thanks Joe.” My finger tapped the end call button.

Kylie smiled from ear to ear.

“Razor, this sounds great. I’d still have to probably get a part-time job, but at least I could still sing, since I need to be close.”

“What happens when you don’t need to be close?”

“What do you mean?” Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Your mom is doing better. Your dad’s taking care of her. What’s keeping you here and not on the road again?”

I probably said too much. Never brought it up before this, but it needed to be discussed. We’d been going strong for a while now. Shit, even if it wasn’t a while, it felt like it. This woman owned my damn heart. That was not something that I had ever offered prior to her, but she stole it and what I did not want was for her to take it and leave. She was still young and had a lot of life to live but I was not sure she wanted to live that out in Manor. 

“Hmm, I hadn’t really thought about it.” She looked away from me.

My fingers pinched her chin, turning her back to me. “We having this conversation now or later?”

Those hazel eyes stared at me full of angst.

“Later, then.” I nodded and let her go.

We would discuss it later and the only reason I let it go was because it was evident that she actually had not thought about the next step. 

******

THERE HAD NOT BEEN any signs or reports of her stalker since the incident at her house. Apollo’s convinced it’s someone she knows. He checked out her ex and he’s coked out and not even sharp enough to stay on his bike the right way. I had him look into her sister but she checked out as well. Bronx even suggested Bonnie, but she moved on to another MC president; our reject spin-off, Shark, and his Legion of Fakes. Well he called them Snakes. The club was an outcast because they that had no covering and were not recognized by the local lead MC club, which was Manor’s Guardians. As the district president, they would not come under my fold or any other Guardians in the area, so they were not 1% and would never be recognized as such.

When Friday evening rolled around, Kylie took a good hour to get dressed. My girl was a jeans and t-shirt kind of chick, but that evening, she had on heels, a sexy ass strapless dress and her hair was curly.

“Where the fuck you going?” I stopped her at the top stairs.

“To Peppers, silly.” She descended the stairs, but I intercepted her midway.

Putting her over my shoulder, I took her back upstairs and swatted her on the ass.

“It’s just Peppers.”

“Stop Razor. Put me down, we’re going to be late and I need time to get mentally prepared.” She was hitting me on the butt.

“Darling, if you go out like that, I swear there will be a fight tonight. We get outsiders coming and you already know.”

I put her down.

“Razor, come on. That’s not fair. The last fight I was in had nothing to do with what I was wearing, which was jeans and a shirt. It won’t matter. There’s going to always be some drunk or asshole but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t wear my dresses because of them.”

She shoved me. “We’re going to be late and I need to really be relaxed before this. I have an entire routine.”

“I can help you relax.” I pulled her to me.

“Tonight, you can help me come down off my high wherever you want, but right now....” She leaned up and kissed me on the lips. “We need to go.”

She bypassed me and walked down the steps again, leaving me with a hard cock.

“Oh, and let’s ride the bike,” she yelled. “I’ve always wanted to ride in my dress and heels.”

Oh my God.

This woman.

******

KYLIE:

Once we arrived, I was expecting there to be a room and some other accommodations. They only had the back office, where I had to go through the warming of my vocals. The equipment was state of the art, but they needed more designated space and probably had to rearrange the bar to make the entertainment piece the focal point.

Excitement coursed through me as I thought of all the possibilities. Even with knowing Razor was the owner, I liked that it didn’t come from him, but came from Big Joey.

When it was time for me to take the stage, well the center floor, I was actually introduced and all of my albums and things were mentioned. Everyone in the bar, which was totally packed, applauded. I looked around for Razor, but only saw Bronx at their normal table. It was far off and near the back of the bar. He didn’t look like himself, but this was not the time to try and analyze him.

My music was queued and it was show time.

“Hey everybody, I’m so excited to be here. And nervous, so I’ll start off with an oldie, but goodie,” I announced.

The first song was Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC. The second one was an original that I wrote a few years ago. The crowd was lively, engaged and some even started to dance. This was always a good thing.

“My third song is dedicated to him. I wrote it a few weeks ago, so bear with me.”

I was lost, but I’m found.

I was blind, but I see.

I was broken but I’m healed

I was torn, yet he’s free

We ride where we go

We see the things we know

We don’t speak of things of old

We feel the unspoken word

Yet to have said it

Definitely have felt it

Destined to reveal it

Hoping to forever keep it

We ride where we go

We see the things we know

We don’t speak of things of old

We feel the unspoken word

He’s the one I owe

He’s the love I know

He’s the healer that sows

He’s my love, let it show

We ride where we go

We see the things we know

We don’t speak of things of old

We feel the unspoken word

When I finished and opened my eyes, they landed right on Razor. He wasn’t in his usual spot; he was amongst the crowd at the table in the back. Apollo was with him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Razor, on the other hand, had his mouth wide slightly parted as his blazing gray eyes penetrated my soul. He stood up and started to come my way.

Oh shit.

“Thanks so much everybody. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I said in a rush.

“Let’s give Kylie Mills a round of applause,” Big Joey’s old lady yelled.

The place went crazy as everyone was on their feet clapping, hooting, and hollering. None of this meant anything with Razor stalking my way.

When he reached me, he tagged my hand and I followed, sort of running behind him.

“Razor,” I called.

He didn’t answer me, just pulled me outside and he put me on his bike. Fifteen minutes later, we were in an open field with no light. We came to a stop and Razor got off the bike.

“Move up,” he commanded.

Assuming he meant to move to his seat, I inched my way up, as my flirty skirt let me slide easily across the worn leather seat. He walked to the back of the bike, so I could not see him anymore without turning around. There was rustling behind me, but I remained facing forward until I felt Razor behind me. He had mounted the bike.

Was this driving a lesson?

“Lift,” he was still commanding me.

I was still obeying, because it was turning me on. He pulled up my dress so it was not under me and my ass was exposed.

Razor moved my thong to the side, pushed my back down, so I was lying on the rest of the seat and over the handle bars.

“Hold on.”

Razor entered me from behind, reaching new depths. He was fucking me on his bike.

“Razor,” I moaned his name.

“I’m here sweetheart.” His hand gripped my ass. “Move that ass for me.”

I used the pegs so I could have leverage and began to move my ass all around his thick cock.

“Oh God, you feel so good.” I kept gyrating my hips so he could feel how much I enjoyed him.

“Fuck, darling. Like that,” he hissed. “Just like that. I’m going to cum.”

“Yes, yes.” I moved faster with his thumb penetrating my tighter hole.

He inserted his thumb and began to move to my rhythm. “Fucking, love your ass. Keep moving like that darling. Bout to fill you up.”

His words were pushing me over the edge. “Yes, Razor. Fuck yes!” I exclaimed.

Twirling my hips one more time, had him pushing his thumb all the way in, causing me to scream out in ecstasy. Razor pulled me back towards him as he latched on to my neck with his teeth. He sucked and sucked until he was ready to release and then he bit down on me. His left hand full of my breast, while his right was gripping my ass with his thumb lodged inside.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he breathed on my neck. “Won’t let you go.”

What?

******

WHEN WE GOT BACK HOME as he didn’t even want to go back to Peppers, he finger-fucked my ass again but this time with it tilted in the air, while my hands were tied to the headboard.

“My present,” Razor said, as he eventually got three fingers inside.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of Razor or the forbidden feeling of having someone in my ass, but I was starting to be a fan of anal play. We might have to explore that more.

“You like that,” he kept saying as he kissed my cheeks. “My girl likes when I play with her tight little ass.”

“Yes,” I answered, poking it out even further.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to make that ass red, but tonight. You’re going to give me my present.”

“What?”

Razor mounted me and wiggled his fingers once more. The bed lifted as he must have moved. A drawer opened and then I felt something cold and wet slide between my cheeks.

“This is lube, darling.” He massaged it up and down my crack and then inside. “This will keep it nice and slick.”

“Okay,” I moaned.

“Trust me?” he asked.

“Yes, Razor.”

“Good, now relax.”

Oh, good God.

I felt him rubbing his big hardened cock up and down my crack. It was slick and felt so goddamn good. Then he began to inch inside my tight hole.

“Razor,” I moaned. “Oh God.”

“I got you, sweetheart.”

He inched some more and after a few short thrusts, Razor was definitely inside of me, balls deep.

“I’m in darling. How’s that feel?”

He wasn’t moving and I felt like he’d impaled me completely. Filling me to the brim.

“Full.” Was the only word I could say.

I was utterly and completely full of him. A tear rolled down my eye but not from pain. It was from the realization that Xander Razor Willis officially owned every piece of me; heart, body and soul. There was nothing to do about it but enjoy the fucking ride.

He started to stroke in and out and the feeling was indescribable. My body was tingling with anticipation, the hairs were standing up on my arms and legs, and my heart was beating at a rapid rate. All I wanted to do was lift my ass higher so he could take me deeper and give me anything he wanted.

“Fuck me, Razor.”

That must have been his signal because he started to thrust balls deep into me, grunting and groaning the entire time. His words were garbled, but what I did make out was, ‘so fucking tight, love your ass, fuck, make me cum.’

“Yes, Razor,” I urged him on. “Yes.”

“Bout to fill that ass, sweetheart,” he growled.

“Yes, Mr. President.”

That got me a slap on one cheek and a deep fucking for the next minute until he came on a growl. Like he said, he filled me completely and I wanted to do it again.

Razor collapsed next to me and untied the ribbons that held me there.

“You alright?” he asked.

“I’m perfect,” I murmured as I was on cloud ninety-nine.

“Sure. You hurting?”

“Nope. I want to do it again.”

He coughed but it sounded like a laugh. Then he pulled me close and murmured in my ear, “My naughty, fucking girl.”

“Yup, all yours.”