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NO, HE DID NOT!

Oh, yes he did!

Razor just kissed me and I think I grabbed his hair to pull him closer. He simply devoured me and I let him.

Oh, yes I did!

Once I gathered myself together, I left the back room with hard nipples and wet panties. When I arrived up front, I almost choked on what Razor’s son was saying.

“Dad, can Will and I hang out? We’re the same age and love baseball.” He spread out a range of cards on the counter in front of his father. “See, he knows all of these guys.”

Razor nodded his head at the miniature heart crusher version of him. “Those are some of the greats.”

Razor held out his fist to give Will a bump of the fists, which he promptly bumped right back.

“I don’t see a problem with it,” Razor said as he turned to me. “Auntie?”

Three pair of eyes were on me as I shook my head and said, “It’s fine by me.”

“Yesss!” both boys yelled, giving each other a high-five while smiling from ear to ear.

Razor looked beyond me and said in a stern voice, “What can I do you for?”

Turning my head, I saw that a guy was looking at me, but he had on a hoodie concealing his entire face and it was only seventy degrees outside. Razor came from around the counter and headed towards the guy, who quickly retreated and left for his car outside.

“Don’t like the way he was looking at you,” Razor muttered.

“You’re not my protector, Razor. I can take care of myself.”

His eyes slid to my lips when he said, “It’s normal to be scared, sweetheart. Don’t worry, though, when I bite, you’ll like it.”

He tagged my hand for the second time today and said, “Plus, you have my protection whether you want it or not.”

Why that made me feel safe around him was ridiculous. I actually felt like I could trust him to do what he said. It made sense, I guess. He had already demonstrated that he would, even if I didn’t let him.

The question was, would he protect my heart like he would my womanly honor?

Fucking bikers and their sex appeal.

After an hour of the boys, and I do mean the two boys and a big boy, talking about players, cards, and the happenings of the baseball world, I finally cajoled Will to leave so we could meet up with my mom.

“Let’s grab some hoagies later.” Razor wasn’t posing this as a request.

I started to shake my head no, as Will started nodding his head yes.

“I’m afraid that I need to take care of mom and we need to get home.”

Crap, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“I see.” He nodded at me, “Well, how about you leave Will with us and I’ll drop him off later?”

“Oh no.” I shook my head. “I barely know you and my sister would kill me if something happened to him. You’re...uh,” I turned to look at his son. “Uh, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Boys,” Razor said sternly with his eyes still on me. “Give us a minute.”

They scurried off to the side.

“I’m a what?” he said.

“A biker.”

“So.” He was not being flirty.

“So, I’m not sure what type of shit you deal with. That’s my nephew and I don’t know you. So, I don’t feel comfortable leaving him with a virtual stranger. I don’t give a fuck how long you’ve lived here. All I know is that you wear a cut that says your name and title. That doesn’t tell me shit.”

He assessed me for a bit and then pulled out his phone and called a number.

“Razor?” A familiar woman’s voice came through the phone.

“Yeah, I got your girl here who is saying she won’t let her nephew stay with me because she doesn't know me. Will you vouch that I won’t kidnap the boy?”

She started laughing and that was when I realized it was Shay.

“Shay?” I asked.

“Yes, girl.” She chuckled some more. “I swear you both are made for each other. Is this some crazy ass foreplay that y’all are doing before you finally have sex or something? Shit, just have sex. Don’t be calling me while I’m at work with this shit. Kylie, Razor is crazy but he loves kids. Has one of his own, and your nephew Will, would be in good company. Now bye.”

She hung up the phone.

“Fine,” I snapped at him. “Have him home by ten o’clock.”

He snatched my purse, pulled out my phone, hit some buttons and picked up his ringing phone. Once he put the phone back, he said, “Text me your address.”

He typed something in his phone and then said, “I just texted you mine. Save my number so you will know it’s me calling you. I plan to use it.” He held up the phone and walked off.

“Guys, you’re with me.”

Will ran over to me and squeezed me tight. “Thanks so much Auntie.”

I ran my hands through his hair and said, “Right. I’ll see you later. Behave yourself.”

“Okay.”

He ran back to his new friend and I waved at the two boys. Razor had his back to me which was unusual because he usually watched me like a hawk.

I probably offended him with my ‘you’re a biker comment’.

******

MY MOM STAYED IN BED most of the day because her treatments were so intense. I didn’t agree with my mom about not telling anyone, because even though I was here to help her out, she needed additional emotional support. This was more than a notion and the burden was bigger than I wanted to carry at any age of my life. They weren’t talking death or anything, but her simple way of life had completely diminished. My mother always had beautiful skin and hair.  Since the treatments began, she didn’t go outside anymore, her skin looked mottled and her hair was falling out.

My mom would hate me if I told my dad, but I might have to risk that. They were divorced on paper, but if you were to put the two of them in a room it seemed like they were still married.

At nine fifty-five, the doorbell chimed throughout my mom’s two-story home. The space was suitable for a family of five, and in true Susan form, she had to go big or go home. Literally, the house was huge.  The back and the front yards were very large. She had someone come over to keep them cut and manicured every two weeks, even before she became sick.

“Hey,” I opened the door to see Razor carrying a sleeping Will, whose head was resting on his shoulder. Will was no small boy at eleven years of age, so I knew he was heavy.

“Where should I take him?” Razor asked.

“Oh, uh.” I opened the door wider. “Come in and follow me.”

We went upstairs to the spare bedroom that was designated as Will’s room. He was the only grandson at this point, so he was truly spoiled by everyone, including me. My sister had her husband drop Will off as she was attending to business out of town. Mom was hurt by this but also slightly relieved because she didn’t want Sheryl to know, and if my sister had seen her, she would have known something was wrong.

As soon as Razor laid him down, I took off Will’s shirt and pulled his pants off. I turned and saw Razor standing in the doorway.

“Where’s Mace?”

“Knocked out at the compound.”

“You had my nephew at a biker compound!”

He leveled his eyes on me, pushed off the door and stalked toward me. Fear wasn’t something I was accustomed to and after months of therapy, it was something I didn’t succumb to. During my early years on tour, I was attacked by a fan between shows. It was not anything major but my agent added bodyguards for us, and I requested martial arts training. Hence, Ricky was hired as my personal strength and workout trainer along with my self-defense and mixed martial arts lessons. I knew Razor wouldn’t hurt me because the look on his face displayed annoyance, however, his stalking toward me caused my back to go up slightly.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m not sure where you get your fucked up idea about what a biker is or does, but the boys...,” he said pointing to Will, “played football, hockey and arm wrestled with my brothers all evening. They had a ball, went out for ice-cream and crashed an hour ago. Guardians are just that. We don’t deal with drugs, and we aren’t a gang. What we are is a brotherhood that looks out for each other. Period.”

He backed away from me and then left the room.

Shit.

I ran downstairs after him. “Wait. Razor, hold on.”

He was already at the door when I finally laid eyes on him. He was dressed in the same clothes from earlier; jeans, white t-shirt, and his cut with the large Guardians’ patch stitched on the back.

He stopped but he was facing the door and away from me. I touched his back and said, “I’m sorry. Okay. Can we call a truce, please? You’re right, my encounters with bikers in the past were not good and that also has nothing to do with you. I will commit to having an open mind. Okay. Can we please call a truce?”

He turned around and those gray eyes hit mine, causing me to blink. In an attempt to gain some control, I continued, “This truce also includes you not hitting my friends, making sexually explicit comments to me or trying to bait me. We live in the same town and we should get along, right?”

“Can’t do that, sweetheart.”

“What? Why?” I put my hand on my hip.

“Cause when I see you, I think sexually explicit thoughts. You always sass me, so I’ll keep baiting you. If I think for one goddamn minute that someone has laid a hand on you, you need to know right now, I will fucking put them down. Hitting them is the least of their worries.”

“Razor!” I exclaimed. “We need to come to a truce. We can’t keep doing this.”

He took several steps toward me and said, “Then put me out of my misery.”

“How?” I looked into his deep steel colored eyes, as he moved the hair out of my face.

“You know how.” He turned his head to the side in a forty-five degree angle.

“Not really.”

“Let me show you.” His hand grabbed the back of my neck and then my body was propelled into his.

Razor bit my bottom lip and then said, “You’re so goddamn sexy.”

He kissed me hard yet passionately, and rough just like him. This time, there would be no fight or struggle. I stood on my tip-toes and tried to take over the kiss. Razor was not having that shit. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I took it all and then some. His grunt let me know I was getting to him. Our tongues tangled, but eventually I did the thing I knew he’d lose his mind over. I sucked on it.

That did it.

His hands gripped my ass, thus pulling me up and Razor turned us around so my back was against the door. He groaned in my mouth and started rocking his hardened length against my center.

Holy shit.

The man was long.

My arms were around his neck, pulling on his ears, hair, and shirt. There were definitely scratches on the back of his neck, but it seemed to egg him on more. I’d been told I was a wild cat in bed, but we weren’t in bed and he was bringing out my beast with just a kiss.

Razor pulled away from my lips. He was breathing heavy and his eyes were low.

“Fuck!” he whispered.

My chest was rising and falling as I tried to gasp for air from the make-out session. He was still pressed against my center, but he wasn’t moving.

“How long do you have Will?”

“The rest of the week,” I said as I struggled to breathe.

“Tomorrow we see a movie. Friday, the carnival. Saturday, the baseball game in Lancaster and Sunday, me and you.”

“I love how you don’t ask, you just tell me what’s going to happen, when, and where.”

His eyebrow raised and then he circled his hips into my center again, causing a moan to escape.

“Know you love it, darling.” He nipped my neck but, this time, left his face there. “You’re younger than I’d like, but I swear there’s no getting you from under my skin,” he mumbled in my skin.

“So maybe we should take some time apart and not spend every day this week together.”

He bit me on the neck.

“Ouch.” I hit him. “I’m just saying.”

He continued to suck on my neck.

“You are not giving me a hickey, are you?” I moved my neck so he could have more access. “That is so something a young guy would do.”

Razor started to rock into me again as he continued to suck and I continued to let him. Then I gave it back to him. First, I bit him and then I sucked on the middle of his neck, below his facial hair. Front and center. If he thought marking me was okay, marking him would be my pleasure.

He pulled me closer to him by grabbing my ass and grinding his hard cock directly on my clit. After that continuous motion, I started to get hot and little beads of sweat coated my forehead.

Pulling away, I moaned, “Oh my God.”

Razor kept sucking and moving his hips up and down, sliding his hardness against my sensitive jeans covered clit.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Yes, yes.”

He stroked up and down a few more times and that was all she wrote. The heat traveled down my spine and I started to scream, but his mouth invaded mine, muffling my sounds. He took every gasp, murmur, and plea from me. My fists were full of his hair and he showed no signs of discomfort. He just kept kissing me until I calmed down.

Razor stopped nibbling on my neck and pressed his lips to mine. He didn’t move away from me, just connected our foreheads together as we inhaled each other’s breaths.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he said against my lips. “You trying to bring a man to his knees, huh? I want to lap up every single drop of that sweetness.”

I thought about what he was saying and burst into laughter.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “You are so...so...”

He bit my bottom lip and then said, “Sexy?”

“No.” I smiled. “Blunt is the word I was going for.”

“I know what I want.”

I didn’t answer him. If he knew what he wanted, which was probably a roll in the hay, then I needed to figure out what I wanted.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Forty-four.” He kissed my lips.

“Oh, wow,” I said in awe.

Twelve years is a long time. Razor kept his eyes on me.

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two,” I said with a hint of fear.

Dread filled me as I figured he might go back to his resolution of not fucking with women younger than him. I wasn’t in my twenties, but twelve years was nothing to cough at. Instead, he chastely kissed me and said, “I need to get out of here before we  wake up the rest of the house.”

An involuntary groan escaped my mouth. The side of his lips turned up and then he said, “Hmm. Believe me, I’d stay if I didn’t need to get Mace in bed. Probably best that I let you go, tonight. There will be a time I might not be able to let you go at all.”

Oh shit.

Razor loosened his grip on my ass, so I unwrapped my legs from around him while he gently let me down to my feet. They were a little wobbly, so I held on for a few more seconds.

“Thanks for bringing Will home,” I said.

He didn’t back away and his hands were still on my ass.

“Tomorrow. Movies. I’ll call you.” He squeezed my butt and then pulled me away from the door.

“If you say so, Mr. President.” I folded my arms over my chest.

“Save that title for when I fuck you.” He smacked my ass while he opened the door. “I’ll be sure to have you scream that.” 

“Blunt.” I shook my head.

“You like it.” He jogged down the front steps and I closed the door.

Oh.

My.

God.

I just let the president of the Guardians dry hump me to an orgasm against my front door. This left me wet, horny and full of lust and desire for the rugged man. He was older, vulgar, and downright sexy as hell.

Shit, what was I getting into? My heart was still lying on some dirt road in Missouri somewhere. Right where Jaz left it and rode over it for good measure.