The Last Riders - First Four Votes (12 page)

“Because unlike Evie, who ran from the room, you would pass out in horror.” Beth giggled.

“Try me,” Razer said seductively. “I might surprise you.”

Beth blushed, stepping back out of his arms to pick up the bag with the clothes Evie had given her and grabbing a towel.

“I doubt it. A man who commands complete dominion over where his dick goes is not ready for mushy.” At his laughter, Beth stuck her tongue out at him before slamming the bathroom door, hiding from his questioning gaze.

The shower relaxed her nerves , so Beth used the time to psych herself up for the night ahead. Evie had warned her that gatherings on Friday’s were used to provide a variety of entertainment. Beth remembered the first night she had visited with Razer and was well aware of what she was in for tonight. The surprising part was that she felt no fear; nervous excitement, though? Yes. Beth had become familiar with the members now and with it the rules of the club. Participation was always voluntary, if a person didn’t want to join in, then no attempt was made to force them. If one of the women did not want to have sex with a particular member, then that was also fine. That was probably why the club worked so well, everyone’s wishes were respected.

Beth dried off and opened the bag of clothes Evie had purchased for her.

“No way.” Beth started to put the clothes back in the bag, but Evie’s face as she handed them to her had her hesitating. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do. Beth didn’t want to hurt Evie’s feelings, yet she certainly couldn’t wear the clothes.

“Dammit.” With an aggravated sigh, Beth put the clothes on and then nervously turned to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. The blue jean skirt barely covered her ass. It did, however, cover it, Beth assured herself. The skirt had black leather patches that matched the top, which is what had Beth really blushing. It was a black leather vest that covered her breasts, but it left her breastbone completely bare. It had no buttons, only a metal clasp that formed a circle right above her belly button. Critically, Beth stared at herself. It was certainly form fitting and the leather clung lovingly to the full curves of her breasts, though they weren’t exposed. What was exposed was her midriff and tummy by the skirt riding low on her hips.

It exposed less than a swimsuit and it would look more conservative than what Beth remembered some of the girls wearing. A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her argument with herself about grabbing a t-shirt and jeans.

“Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

Beth opened the door and Razer’s reaction settled the argument. At least she knew he appreciated the way she looked. Lust was plain as day on his face.

“I’m ready,” Beth said nervously, smoothing the skirt down.

“Yes, you are.” Razer nodded his head and started to reach for her.

“Oh, no. You said you were hungry and so am I. My lunch was interrupted and now I’m starved.”

“Baby, I can satisfy that hunger right after I satisfy—”

Beth shook her head, laughing at him.

“All right then, but you are going to make it up to me later,” Razer warned.

“Don’t I always?” Beth joked. She grew serious as a quick look passed over Razer’s face, however it was gone before she could decipher it. Thinking she imagined it, Beth snuggled against him as he placed an arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the bedroom.

As Beth moved forward towards the stairs, Razer held her still while he turned and locked the bedroom door with a key he pulled from his pocket. He had never locked his bedroom door before.

“Friday night the beds run short; I want to make sure mine is empty when I want it.” Nervousness filled her at his reminder of the activities that the members would become involved in as the night progressed. Before she could run back in her room and change clothes, Razer turned her towards the stairs.

Coning into the living room, the party was in full swing. Beth looked around, realizing that several people were there that she did not recognize.

“I’m going to go check on the steaks,” Razer said, releasing her as they both spotted Evie and Jewell making a huge salad.

“I’ll help Evie and Jewell,” Beth said as Razer snagged a beer from the cooler sitting on the table before going outside.

Evie gave Beth a bright smile as she approached the counter.

“You look great!”

Beth smiled at her eager expression, happy that she had made the decision to wear the clothes.

“You look fabulous,” she complimented in return.

Evie was wearing black leather bootie shorts and a leather corset that laced up the top; but it was the thigh high leather boots that placed her in the hot category. She looked sexy and confident with her dark brown hair loose and flowing around her sultry face. Evie stood out among the women swarming the room.

Evie noticed Beth’s glances and explained. “On Friday nights, the club allows members to bring in hang-arounds.”

“Hang-arounds?”

“Women or men that want to hang around the club to party or fuck. If we like them and they are interested, they can become a probate. “

“If they don’t?”

“Then they’re like Sam, they stay for the sex or leave because it’s not for them. We don’t take many probates, only one or two a year.”

“Are they always female?” Beth stared at one particular woman who was already sitting on Rider’s lap, grinding herself against him.

Evie laughed. “I brought Knox in, but he was military, stationed where I was at. All the other guys are ex-military and knew each other in the service. That’s why they trust each other so much.”

Beth nodded, remembering Razer’s tattoo. Reaching for the celery and picking up a knife, she began cutting it and placing it in the salad bowl that they were working on to feed the huge crowd.

“Don’t the female members get jealous with the new women here on Fridays?” Beth still couldn’t understand how they managed to keep their feelings separate.

Evie and Jewell shared a glance. “No. If we did, we wouldn’t last long and we sure as hell wouldn’t have become members. We’re a motorcycle club that enjoys sexual freedom. We don’t do that by putting restraints on each other.”

Jewell sighed and laid down the lettuce she was shredding. “What she’s trying to tell you without freaking you out is that we enjoy the new bitches, too. It’s hot as hell to watch them get fucked senseless; we even join in if we want. Hell, girl, these guys can go all night. There’s plenty for everyone.”

“Shut up, Jewell.”

Before Beth could be further embarrassed, Razer and the guys walked in with a massive tray of steaks and hamburgers. Pandemonium ensued with everyone going for the food at the same time. She dodged several elbows as she got out of the way of the starving horde until the line thinned out. She grinned as Razer handed her a plate with a steak already on it.

“Gotta take care of my girl; she’s going to need her strength for later.”

Beth took her plate, averting her eyes from him. She didn’t want him to see the pleasure his words had brought welling to the surface. She knew he hadn’t meant it the way it sounded, but Beth couldn’t help her reaction. When she looked up, she saw Evie giving her a concerned look. Beth quickly moved away, placing a small amount of salad on her plate.

Razer snagged them a couple of chairs at the table and they ate leisurely. Evie had followed them over and brought her a beer. They sat chatting in their small group until the volume of the music from the front room had risen and the loud voices drew her attention. The darkness outside showed they had lost track of time as they sat there talking.

“I think the party has started,” Evie said with a mischievous grin.

Razer took their plates to the kitchen while Beth threw away their empty bottles. Everyone tried to clean up after themselves, not leaving the responsibility to any one person. Beth didn’t think other clubs did this, yet she admired it, thinking it showed the respect they held for each other.
Or,
she thought, laughing to herself
, the women would kick their asses before they were treated like servants.

Razer’s arm went around her shoulders as he steered her into the large living room. This time, she wasn’t stunned by the scene that met her eyes. The furniture had been pulled back into a couple of grouping areas or lined up against the wall, leaving the middle of the floor bare. The empty area was now filled with dancing couples gyrating against each other.

Evie was snagged around her waist by Crash as they walked through the doorway. The last Beth saw, her legs were wrapped around his waist and they were trying to see who could find each other’s tonsils first.

Out of the corner of her eye, Beth saw Jewell being dragged down onto Knox’s lap, who already had the redhead’s top off. Jewell giggled, quickly evening the playing field by pulling off her t-shirt.

Razer’s arm tightened around her as he felt her stiffening next to him. Maneuvering them to the dance floor, his hand cupped her ass as he started moving her to the beat of the music. The close proximity of his body stirred Beth’s desire. The beat of the music allowed her to loosen the tight control she held herself in. She gradually relaxed her body and swayed provocatively against his and, when his lips found hers, her pussy grew wet just thinking about going to their room later that night.

“Want to get a drink?” Razer asked after the third song.

Beth nodded gratefully. The huge bar set up on one side of the room was empty and Beth moved behind it to get their drinks. Wanting water to quench her thirst, she made herself an ice-cold glass and reached into the cooler to find a cold beer for Razer. She watched as he leaned against the bar next to her, drinking the frigid liquid. They simply stood there for a moment as it was the least crowded spot in the whole room.

Every now and then someone would come up and ask for a drink. Beth grinned at Razer while she played bartender. Razer would even hand out a few since several wanted them at the same time. Having fun, Beth took a drink of her water and almost spit it out when she saw the man standing against the wall with Bliss, Echo and Dawn, all vying for his attention. The large man with sandy blond hair was ignoring the women. His arms, which were folded across his chest, exhibited bulging biceps that were clearly visible beneath his tight, black t-shirt. The black motorcycle pants and boots highlighted the sexiness he exuded without his ever having to make a move. Yet what had Beth choking on her drink was that she recognized him.

Cash Adams had been a member of her church when she had been a young girl. She remembered staring at him, thinking how handsome he was and that he must be what her father preached about when he talked about sins of the flesh. Even as a young girl, he had awakened her body to stirrings she had been too ashamed to acknowledge. She hadn’t been alone; every woman that he crossed paths with had a hungry look come into their eyes. He was born into a family that didn’t have much, but Cash never lacked for money and everyone knew it was from his grandmother’s bootlegging. His parents, as God-fearing members of the church, had refused her help, however they hadn’t been able to keep Cash from accepting what money his grandmother gave him.

As he got older, he even began working for her. He became an expert at evasion not only from the police, but also from the male members in the community who were angered at his lack of restraint when it came to nailing anything he was offered. The women threw themselves at him with an amazing lack of decorum for the chance to be in his bed. After one public fight he had disappeared. Cash had beaten an irate brother who had been angry over his sister’s deflowerment, which the whole town knew about because the stupid girl had bragged to her best friend, who also had a big mouth. What made it worse was that she had also been with Cash.

Everyone had assumed he had finally pissed the wrong person off and had been killed. In truth, he had hidden in the vast mountain region. He was good at that and Beth had never believed he was dead, she had known better.

“That’s Cash Adams.” Beth couldn’t keep the awe out of her voice.

Razer came up behind her as she stood behind the bar. “I take it you know him?”

“He went to my church before he disappeared.”

“From what he told us, he left town to join the Navy, which is where he met Viper and the rest of us. He’s Viper’s lieutenant. He rode in with him this morning.”

“He hasn’t changed, I see.”

“No?”

Beth could only nod her head speechlessly as Cash smiled at her. He said something before leaving the women standing, waiting like little puppies for their master’s return.

“Razer,” he said and Razer nodded. Cash’s eyes then found Beth. “You’re Beth Cornett, Pastor Cornett’s daughter?”

“Yes.” Beth couldn’t hide her surprise that he recognized her.

“You’re all grown up, I see.” His blue eyes brushed the cleavage that was accented by the leather vest.

“You have, too.” She stated the obvious. His facial features had toughened and matured into a face that was compelling to look at.

He smiled. “I heard about your dad and mom. Sorry to hear of your loss.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m just sorry the bastard is dead because I wish he was still alive so I could beat the shit out of him.”

Beth’s mouth dropped open at his bluntness.

Razer reached back and handed Cash a beer, which Cash took, twisted the top off and took a drink from before continuing, “He was a sick fuck that I was too young to know how to put out of commission. That wouldn’t be the case today.”

“No, I don’t imagine it is,” Beth agreed, not knowing what else to say.

“Good seeing you again.” He gave Razer a nod and stepped away, again enveloped in the midst of the three women.

“Wow.”

“Careful, I could get jealous,” Razer said with a grin.

Beth looked over her shoulder to see he was only joking before turning again to watch Cash as he went back to standing against the wall. His brown eyes surveyed the room almost as if he was searching for someone. He gave the women occasional replies to keep them pacified, but he never diverted his concentration from the room.