Razor's Edge: Men in Blue, Book 2 (33 page)

“There are people inside?” She gasped. “They’re…”

“Yeah, just like we will be in a minute.” Razor flicked a smile, so diabolical she shivered, over his shoulder.

“Everyone can see…” She moaned when she noticed the silhouette of a woman on all fours. Someone pounded into her from behind while someone else fed her a cock from the front. The throbbing in Isabella’s pussy escalated, making her wish she were the lucky bitch.

“Uh huh. Sort of.” He grinned. “Where’s your sense of adventure now, Izzy?”

Razor might as well have called her chicken. Nothing could be farther from the truth. The steamy show, the admiring gazes of the men and women around the room and the pure effect of spending time in close contact with her lover had her ready to ride him on top of the table if she had the chance.

With the variety of levels to the club, they could certainly have discovered a place where overt fucking would be appropriate and welcomed. She appreciated Razor’s gradual initiation to these wicked fantasies. She could go wild and never fear failing.

“Oh, I’ll show you that side of me and more.” Isabella snatched the key from his hand. She marched to the rice paper and balsa door with the black seven artfully burned into the frame.

When she turned to gauge his reaction to her bold move, she noted Mason, Tyler and Lacey heading for an empty spot less than ten feet away.
Holy shit.

“How brave are you now, princess?” Razor chuckled against her neck. “Will you show them how hot you really are?”

Chapter Twenty-Two

The crotch of Isabella’s thong, already damp, soaked when her pussy generated an instant gush of wetness. This new side of her gentle lover sparked her imagination. What would he do to her? Not one modicum of fear tainted her excitement.

He ushered her inside.

“Is this okay?” Razor whispered in her ear. His arms cradled her from behind. The stiff flesh of his erection ground into the small of her back.

“God, yes.” She trembled when his hands slid upward to cup her breasts.

“You’re not afraid?”

“Never with you.” She spun, showing him the truth. Concern darkened his eyes despite the bright white light in their cubby. She couldn’t hide a single thing from him in here.

He nodded with a sexy smile.

“What would you like to try?” He offered her any fantasy she desired with a sweep of his hand in the direction of the naughty vending machine in the corner. “Anything? Nothing?”

Isabella took one step then another away from his fiery hold. She browsed from object to object, dismissing the clamps, inspecting the lubricants and paddles and skimming the row of vibrators before facing Razor.

“You told me you enjoy…bondage.” It irked her to stumble over the word. “What about the silk scarf?”

He grinned then rushed to her side, holding out his credit card. He swiped it through the slot on the side and keyed in her selection, adding a package of condoms.

She moaned as their purchases fell into the tray where Razor collected them.

“This is going to be quick, princess. We don’t have much time in here.” He murmured against her temple as he wrapped each end of the silk around one of her wrists, punctuating his whisper with a kiss when he tied it off. The ample amount of play left in the middle disappointed her, but she didn’t want to ruin his fun. “Later tonight, when we’re home, I’ll give you a more thorough demonstration.”

Isabella nodded, anticipation blossoming once more.

When she stood bound as he wished, he swiveled her to the side. She froze when she saw the elaborate system of hooks on the wall to the right of the spotlight.

“Oh, did you think I was letting you off easy?” His soft laugh did a crappy job of disguising his hunger.

Razor snatched the draped silk, which arced between her wrists. He hung the center over one of the curved brackets above her. Her wrists lifted, though not very far.

“Swear you’ll tell me if this hurts your arm.”

The command brooked no argument. She nodded.

“Good. Now…” He paced behind her to grip her hips. “Take a couple steps backward, toward me.”

Isabella obeyed. She had to tilt forward as her arms extended fully in front and above her. She considered their silhouette. Immediately, she understood what he intended. Isabella bent at the waist, her shoulders straining as she dipped lower and lower.

“Ah, yes. Just like that, Izzy. You’re so flexible.” Razor stroked her flank, her ass presented for his taking. “Imagine how beautiful you look to the crowd out there. Every man, and some women, will be very jealous of me tonight.”

She rocked into his touch as he skimmed along her torso, testing the snugness of her binding and the tension on her arms. He paused near the hook, which held her in place. She angled her face to nuzzle his cock through his jeans.

“Let me taste you. Let me show them how I can please you.”

“God, yes.” Razor ripped open his fly, his bare cock springing free. He ducked beneath one of her arms to stand directly in front of her. The profile of his cock tunneling into her mouth would remain clear. Unmistakable.

She devoured him as he fucked her mouth slow and deep. The techniques Jeremy had showed her to enhance Razor’s experience came in handy. He tasted delicious. The grunts he made spurred her on. After several minutes, her arousal began to trickle along her thigh. She fidgeted in a bid for relief.

“Enough, princess.” James tapped her cheek with one finger. She released him despite her desire to taste his hot come on her tongue again. “You need me inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes!” She hadn’t meant to shriek.

He released a strained laugh. “I need you too.”

His shadow blocked the harsh light on the right side of her face for a fraction of a second before he adopted his stance behind her. He used his sneakered foot to kick her boots wider. The crinkle of a foil wrapper drifted to her ears. Spread as far as she could go on the mile-high heels while wearing her miniscule dress, he would have a perfect view of her swollen pussy.

His fingers tested her, dipping inside her saturated folds. They spread her moisture over the hard bump of her clit. She could have come at that touch alone. Instead, she bit her lip, waiting for him to join with her.

“Please, James.” She begged without shame. “Take me.”

Before she finished asking, he buried his entire length inside her. She felt full to bursting. The pressure of his entry shoved her off balance, but the silk scarf she dangled from kept her upright. His strong hands clamped over her hips, securing them as he rode her hard and fast.

Between the bonds at her wrists and his iron grip, she could only stand there and accept his delicious treatment. The idea had her on the verge of climax after a handful of fierce lunges.

“You’re so hot. So tight.” Razor groaned as he drilled into her depths. “You’re about to come already, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She panted, trying to rock on him in return. “Make me.”

Razor bent forward, blanketing her spine as he reached one hand beneath her torso. He simultaneously supported her and teased her when his palm massaged her breast, giving her something to lean on. His cock seemed huge inside her, thick and hard, as he continued to shuttle in and out.

Rougher than the other times they’d made love, he didn’t temper his lust. His pelvis smacked her ass, driving her forward into his waiting grasp. When he tucked his other hand between her legs, she lost the ability to speak.

Isabella screamed, moaned and shook in his arms. His fingertips danced over her clit. Her orgasm smashed through her, obliterating all sense of space and time. Their audience, forgotten.

All she cared about was the ecstasy assaulting her and sharing it with him. He stiffened behind her, shouting as he filled the condom he wore. Their jagged breaths cut through the air in sync.

“Amazing.” He moaned as he withdrew from her quivering sheath.

Both of them jumped when a round of applause and cheers sounded from the other side of the screen while he freed her. The embarrassment she expected at their wanton display showed up in the form of wicked pride instead.

“You’re good with that?” Razor tipped his head in the direction of the noise as he massaged the kinks from her shoulders. He kissed the red marks braceleting her wrists.

“I’m only worried about what you think.” She strained her neck to kiss him.

After a wild exchange, which drew more whistles, he smiled against her lips. “I think you might’ve earned an upgrade from princess to queen.”

They took a minute or two to straighten their clothes and shake out some of the wobbliness in their bones before emerging from the booth. Isabella didn’t bother with false modesty. She stared straight at the place she’d last seen her three friends.

Lacey had vanished.

“Where’s—” Razor began. He cut off when the sultry woman appeared from beneath the tablecloth of the trio’s table.

“Dropped my purse.” She winked as she licked her lips. The satisfied smirk on Tyler’s face called her a million kinds of liar.

“Time to go home, kids.” Mason’s grouchy mandate proclaimed he’d lost the lusty lotto. “Right now.”

After a couple additional private lessons in the comfort of his bed, James turned onto his side looking serious.

“What is it?” Isabella traced the slight frown on his handsome face. She’d never tire of admiring his spectacular body.

“This all happened so fast.”

Her heart stuttered when she wondered if he meant their relationship. They bonded together with every passing second, the link between them strengthening until she doubted they could be separated again. At least she hoped… What if he’d changed his mind?

“You and me?”

“Huh?” He tilted his head on the pillow. “Not exactly. I mean, yesterday you were a virgin.”

“Technically, that was two days ago.” She grimaced, as though one day made any difference.

“You know what I mean, Izzy. You were innocent.” He squinted as he considered. “Tonight you’re setting my sheets on fire. Am I pushing you too fast?”

“No.” When he didn’t seem relieved, she shoved his shoulder, rolling him to his back. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips so she could peer straight into his eyes as she cupped his cheeks in her palms. “Listen, James. I’ve craved this for so long I gave up hope of securing what I needed. Now I realize it wouldn’t have mattered. Unless I’d found you, nothing would have been enough.”

“That doesn’t mean I need to turn all kinky on you.” He scrunched his eyes closed. “Your bastard ex-husband tried to sell you to other men for Christ’s sake. What do I do? Flaunt you in front of a roomful of horny dudes and their dates. I’m hardly better than him.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She clapped a hand to his chest as she sat upright. “Mason and Tyler share Lacey. Do you think they’re in the same league as my ex, who would have shared me?”

“Fuck no.” His instant denial had her nodding in return.

“Me either.” She winced. “I might have thought so before meeting them. But how can the idea horrify me after I enjoyed you and Jeremy touching me together? Or after I’ve seen how they look at her? It gives me goose bumps and makes my stomach do flip-flops to stand in the same room as the three of them.”

“How do they look at her, princess?” Razor grew quiet as his hands caressed her thighs.

“Kind of like you’re looking at me right now,” she whispered. “I love you, James.”

“I love you too.”

“And that makes all the difference.”

He guided her hips with unconscious direction from his fingers until she rode the ridge of his awakening hard-on. Still, she could tell his mind lingered on their conversation, which she’d almost forgotten in wake of renewed passion.

“How come you’re so smart, Izzy?” He traced the swell of her breast with a worshipping brush of his fingertips.

“Just lucky. So very lucky.” She smiled as she leaned forward to kiss him. The slow meshing of their lips and tongues matched the pace of her rocking. With one hand, she searched through the wreckage of the condom box and wrappers, beaming when she secured the last unused packet. “Fate gave me no choice but to figure things out in a hurry when you showed up. I was in the right place at the right time. I thought everything had fallen apart. Until I bumped into you. And I realized this is how things were always meant to be.”

The sharp intake of his breath made it seem like he might say something. He closed his mouth, shook his head and scrunched his eyes closed.

She would erase his doubt. Employing one of her newfound skills, she rolled the condom over his erection, eager to cradle him in her body once more. She lifted enough to fit him to her greedy opening then sank onto his shaft, inch by inch.

It wasn’t until much later, when she studied his measured breathing as he slept that she wondered what he’d been about to tell her.

“It’s a trap.” Razor slammed the side of his fist into the refrigerator door. A magnet bounced off, leaving one of his niece’s or nephew’s artwork to flutter to the floor. “What’s the point of having a fucking edge if no one pays attention when it’s phoning home loud and clear?”

“We’re listening to your gut. Taking extra precautions.” Mason attempted to reassure him. Nothing could alleviate the panic rooting in his heart. “We’re all attending. JRad will stay right with you, and there will be more undercover cops than actual mourners at this point. It will be all right.”

“Son of a bitch, we practically waved the red flag in their face last night. It’d be impossible to miss the message.” He kicked the magnet across the room as he hissed, “Izzy’s no longer a twelve-million-dollar virgin. What if they decide she’s an inconvenience? A liability?”

“We’ll be there to catch them before things spiral out of hand.”

“She’s been shot once already.” He tugged on his hair. “I’d rather not repeat that performance.”

“Everyone will wear vests under their coats. We have snipers in the trees onsite. The perimeter is secure. We’re prepared.” Mason ticked off the points they’d reviewed multiple times.

“Just worry about being there for your girl.” Tyler retrieved the drawing. He rested a comforting hand on Razor’s shoulder. “She’s hurting still over that piece of shit. You have to stay strong for her. We’re covering you. Both of you.”