The Last Riders - First Four Votes (19 page)

Razer was in love with Beth. He had finally admitted it to himself the day they had visited Lily at her college. When she had gone inside the station and those biker bitches had followed her, he had almost lost his mind. He had been following her inside when the bikers had challenged him. Thankfully, it was quickly handled with Shade there; the other bikers being inept against two former Navy Seals. Beth had returned minutes later, oblivious to what had transpired during her absence.

Beth’s body twisted underneath him as his mouth found her pussy. He separated the flesh, finding the tiny button and sucked it into his mouth. Razer teased the bundle of nerves with small bites and lavish attention while Beth’s legs spread further, giving him greater access. A finger found the wetness and he pushed it deep into her warm channel. Razer used every skill at his disposal to have her tensing, ready to explode.

“My kitty wants to come?” Razer asked, delving another finger inside her.

“Yes… Yes…” Beth moaned. Her hips surged upwards, trying to maneuver his fingers to the right spot so that she could come.

“Not yet… we’re going to play for a while.” Razer played with her body, tormenting her until she was covered with a sheen of sweat and her frustrated whimpers were driving him crazy. Still, he denied her the climax. When she tore away from him, unable to take more, he dragged her back.

“You sure you want me, kitten?”

“Yes.” Razer’s mouth latched onto her as he heard her answer. This time when his tongue found her clit, he gave it the pressure needed for her to finally come. Beth almost lost consciousness, the relief was so great. Afterward, Beth lay limp on the bed with Razer leaning over her, his hand rubbing her stomach while he enjoyed watching her recover.

“Jerk.” Razer grinned in accomplishment at her word.

“Do you really want to insult me?” He lifted a brow as his fingers returned to her moist pussy.

“No, I don’t.” Beth was no fool, but she did believe in revenge.

She rose to her knees with a mischievous grin. Unsnapping his jeans, she tugged them down as he lay back with his arms folded behind his head. After tugging the jeans free, she shoved them off the bed and turned back to Razer and stared. Crawling to his side, she sat on her knees, unable to believe her eyes. Her eyes furiously blinked back the tears threatening to break loose.

“You put my name on your dick.”

“Not quite, but as close as it was going to get.”

Beth stared down in awe at the tattoo slightly above his hardened cock. It was a horizontal, purple ribbon with her name on it, in what resembled her own handwriting.

“I took a piece of paperwork that you left behind with your signature. The tattoo artist used it as a pattern. I rode two states away to have it done.”

“Did you pass out?”

“No, but it was close.” Beth couldn’t help laughing. She had never seen Razer embarrassed.

“How close?”

“I threw up.”

Beth’s eyes searched his, seeing what he was trying to tell her. Her finger traced the tattoo. “It’s beautiful.” Her lips lowered, tracing the tattoo with her tongue. “When did you get it?”

“While you were in the hospital. I couldn’t stay in Treepoint while you were in there and not be with you. Since I had to leave, I got the tattoo while I was away. I only got back a couple of hours before you got released.”

Razer’s hand went to her hair and used it to raise her head. “Evie was going to bring you the suitcase and tell you to stay away. We thought that would be the best way to break it off, but you came to the club and we had to play it out in front of Memphis. I’m sorry, kitten.”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Okay?”

“Okay.” Razer knew that it was going to take time for that hurt to heal; she felt as if everyone had betrayed her. In a way, they had. They had put Memphis ahead of Beth because he had been a member and Beth wasn’t. It was going to have to be resolved. Razer loved his brothers and Beth. He needed them both. There was only one way for that to happen, Beth had to become a member.

Beth’s mouth sucked his cock into her warm mouth, her tongue tracing the length of him before exploring the head of his cock, finding the sensitive nerves underneath. Razer’s hips surged upwards, trying get her to take more of him inside her mouth. Instead, she pulled off him completely, blowing soft breaths on him and then giving him an innocent smile. Razer’s eyes narrowed, he had forgotten one thing while he had played with her mercilessly, that she was a firm believer in revenge.

Beth’s fingers found his balls, exploring his body, something she had been too shy to do before. When she eventually sucked one of his balls into her mouth, Razer almost came off the bed in surprise. Beth showed him that she was the master at playing. This time it was him covered in sweat before she took his cock deep inside her tight throat, setting a rhythm that had him grasping her head as he thrust wildly out of control with the pleasure tightening his balls until he came with a loud groan.

As Beth leaned back on her knees, Razer could only stare at her in amazement while trying to catch his breath. She was going to be a good match for him. He hadn’t thought of it before; however, the best part of sex—the part he always enjoyed—was the playing and cats loved to play.

R
azer and Beth
went down to breakfast late. They were at the bottom of the steps before the unusual quietness and lack of the aromas coming from the kitchen struck them. By this time of day, someone should be in the kitchen cooking lunch. Giving each other worried looks, they went into the kitchen, coming to a sudden stop.

Everyone was in the huge kitchen and attached dining room. All the available space was occupied by a member in various states of injuries. Evie was sitting on the stool with her hands in a bowl of ice, Jewell was holding an ice pack to the back of her neck, Natasha held a bag of frozen vegetables to the side of her swollen face while Ember and Dawn—who Beth hadn’t been aware were even at the bar—were dabbing alcohol on various scratches and that was just the women.

The men were in even worse shape. Viper and Shade seemed to have been injured the worst; their shirts were off and both sets of ribs were taped. Their faces were battered with split lips. Viper had a piece of medical tape across a swollen nose and Shade had a black eye. Each were holding frozen steaks against their faces. Beth’s gaze swept the room. The other members hadn’t fared much better. Cash, Rider and Knox seemed to have the least of the injuries with busted knuckles, split lips and bruised faces. Each of them was holding frozen vegetables to their heads. Train, who had two black eyes, was holding another steak to his face. Bliss, the only one uninjured, was passing around beer and ibuprofen.

All eyes turned to them as Beth and Razer surveyed the damage.

“I think we better order some pizza,” Beth told Razer, seeing all the food in use.

“Did the Destructors look as bad?” Razer asked.

“The men did,” Viper said, taking a beer from Bliss.

“The women?” Beth asked hesitantly, twisting her hands together.

“We don’t know. They were sitting at the bar drinking when the Sheriff and his men arrested us,” Shade said, glaring at Beth.

“You were taken to jail?” Razer asked in surprise, staring at Viper.

“We all were. Held us until bond was posted an hour ago. Tried to call you, but you weren’t answering,” Shade stated through gritted teeth.

“Figured you were kind of busy,” Evie said with a hesitant smile.

“Where was Bliss?”

“We didn’t call her. Beth’s new bff’s were waiting outside the Sheriff’s office to jump her,” Shade said in a voice promising retribution.

“Sheriff thought it would be better for everyone’s safety if she stayed here,” Viper cut in.

“She could have relayed the message to me.” Razer didn’t even know where his phone was currently. Probably buried in the pile of clothes on the floor of his room.

“They wanted you, too. Those bitches weren’t very happy with the way you packed Beth out of the Pink Slipper.”

“Why didn’t the Sheriff just arrest them?”

“He did. He put us in one and the Destructors in the other.”

“So who posted bail?”

“An impartial party.”

“An impartial party? Who?”

“Pastor Dean. The Sheriff figured they wouldn’t attack a man of the cloth.” Shade took another beer from Bliss with a shaking hand. “The crazy one asked for his number.”

“Crazy Bitch?” Beth asked, pleased.

The bottle Shade was lifting to his busted mouth froze. “That her name?”

“Yes.” Beth nodded.

“And you made frien—”

Razer cut him off. “Don’t go there, you won’t like the answer.”

Shade took a long drink of his beer before putting the bottle down carefully on the counter with a still shaking hand. All eyes were on him, tensely waiting, except Beth, who was handing Train a paper towel to wipe the blood away from his dripping nose.

“I am going to bed.”

Beth nodded. “I’m sure you’ll feel much better after getting some sleep.”

Shade’s lips tightened into a thin line. Limping slowly to the doorway, he stopped by Beth, who looked up from holding pressure to Train’s nose. Razer, Cash and Knox shifted unobtrusively closer to Beth.

“Is your sister like you?” Shade asked.

Confused by his question, Beth answered honestly, “No, we’re the complete opposite of each other.”

“Good.” He continued to the doorway.

“Everyone always assumed I was the troublemaker, but I was the one always having to get Lily out of some trouble she managed to get herself involved in before she went to college. Actually, her being away is giving me a break. Of course I would never admit that to her.”

Shade’s shoulders slumped. Stopping by the counter full of liquor bottles that were used to restock the bar, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey before leaving.

Beth went to Evie, checking on her bruised knuckles. “I hope it doesn’t hurt too bad.” She handed her a dish towel that she took out of a drawer.

Ruefully, Evie took the towel, wrapping some ice in it to hold in her hand. “In comparison to how much you were hurt, I deserved what happened. Those women stood up for you when we didn’t. I am truly sorry for how we treated you, we all are. It was because of you that we were able to prove who killed Gavin. Memphis betrayed the club while you were going to let Bedford shoot you to protect it.”

“We decided the best way to pay you back was to make you a member,” Viper broke into the women’s conversation.

Beth immediately shook her head. “Thanks, but I am not going to have sex to get the votes.”

“You already have the votes. All eight. First time it has happened in the club’s history.”

“How?”

“Well,” Viper said wickedly, “Some of the votes you earned the usual way; Knox, Rider and Razer. I gave you my marker at the hospital when Lily was hurt, which I decided would be my vote. Cash and Train gave you their marker because they were in the service with Gavin.” Viper took a minute before continuing, “Because of you, we were able to recover his body and give him a proper burial. The last two members expect repayment at their discretion from Razer. Which I believe he will agree to.” Razer nodded, relieved that the club had acknowledged the importance of Beth both to him and The Last Riders.

“Let’s go get your tat,” Natasha said, her smile bright, eagerly wanting to resume their friendship.

Beth shook her head. “Not today, I want you girls to go, and I don’t think some of you are up to it.” Turning to Razer, “Can you go? I know you’re not anxious to go to a tattoo shop after you just got a new one, but would you mind?”

“You got a new tat? Why didn’t you show us? Where is it at? Your back? Let us see,” Bliss said.

Beth saw the expectant faces in the room. “No one has seen the tattoo?”

The members not understanding, shook their heads as Beth began to cry at the overwhelming sense of relief from knowing that Razer had truly not been with anyone since her.

“Why not? You get a pussy tattoo?” Rider asked in disbelief. Razer turned bright red, taking a crying Beth in his arms.

“Rider, I can guarantee you will never know,” Razer promised.