Page 17 of Razor's Property

As the song starts playing through the speakers, I’m pulled from my thoughts. Drawn right into the rhythm. Letting the memories go as the music takes over. I feel the beat pulsing through my body and start to sway my hips. The flames starting to flick over my skin as I feel his stare burning over me. I close my eyes, listening to the lyrics, but the song suddenly stops, changing to the one he played for me last night. The one I thought would be our first song together as husband and wife. My eyes fly open, and I turn, shocked by the pain tightened around every single one of his handsome features.

“I don’t want you hating me, baby. I don’t want to relive the pain. I want to remember how good it was between us. How incredible it was before I fucked everything up. If you want me to change the song, I will. Just don’t ask me to play something that’s going to break me apart.”

My heart clenches as I watch the regret shadow his face and hear it drip from his words. It was a callous move on my part to choose that song. He’s right. We’ve both lived through enough hurt. It’s time to leave it in the past. He was wrong though. I’m not trying to break him apart, I’m trying to keep myself from breaking.

I start to sway my hips, letting the beat seep into my bones, letting the words of “our song” bleed into my soul. The feelings float in with every note. The memories of our past. Of when he was holding me in his arms, looking like a prince dressed in a suit. Staring down at me with so much love in his eyes. It stole my breath away, and I knew he was going to be my forever.

Before I know it, I’m swaying forward, dropping onto his lap as I slip into the past. I grip his shoulders for support and my eyes open. And there it is. The same look burning in his dark depths. The one I wished to see every day for the last eight years.

I settle over him, straddling his waist as I’m caught locked in his stare. My pulse is racing faster than the beat. My hips chasing that same rhythm as I rock against him. The flames are blazing over every inch of my body. And he’s burning in the fire with me. His eyes have fallen heavy, lips parted as he sucks in short breaths of air. The hard length between my legs is pressed up against my soaked panties, seeking every single one of my thrusts. But he keeps his promise. His hands are gripped to the couch with white knuckles as he fights to keep them to himself.

I grind down harder, sliding over the ridge and feel the current running south. The pleasure is starting to take hold. Latching on and pulling me tighter into its temptation. The song comes to its climax and I’m right there on the edge. My blood pumping heavier than the bass drum. My hips rocking so fast, I nearly buck myself off him. His hands grip my waist, catching me before I fall, and that simple touch, the simple grip of his thick, rough fingers takes me right over the edge. My orgasm blasts in like the bang of cymbals. A current of delicious sensations striking over every nerve. Loud and hard. My head falls back, and I gasp his name as the final note hits, the final pulse resonating in every nerve.

It’s then, as the music starts to fade, as the pounding of my desperate need stops banging in my ears, that I hear it. His groaned release, chased down by grunts and heavy breaths as his hold on me tightens. I open my eyes and am taken right back in time, watching Sean lose himself in the heat. The pleasure tightening his gorgeous face. The pressure riding through him. And he clings to me. Holding on like his life depends on it. Coming in his pants just like he did back when we were teenagers.

I’ll never forget the day our friendship crossed the line, and we became more. We’d been fighting over something stupid when he made his attack, tickle torturing me until I’d shoutmercy and claim he was right. Somehow, I’d managed to gain the upper hand, trying to fight him off and I ended up on his lap. That’s when I felt it. His hard length pressed between my legs, my little scrap of bikini barely a barrier between me and his wet bathing suit, which was clinging to him, allowing me to feel every ridge of his big, hard cock.

My tummy tightened with a curl of lust, and I found myself rubbing against it, shuddering when it slid against my clit. The laugh died on his tongue and his body froze, those dark eyes locking right on me. It was in that moment, caught in that crazy storm of rushing emotions, that my world shifted. I gripped his shoulders and rubbed against him again and again. And that’s when the line of our friendship snapped.

He grabbed onto me and crashed forward, kissing me until my mind was in blissful shambles. Until I couldn’t think past anything other than what was building low in my belly. My bikini bottoms became soaked, making a mess of his lap. And the intense feelings were building. And then it happened, I came. We both did. Like an explosion of fireworks. A beautiful array of colors lighting up my body, lighting up my world. And they didn’t burn out. I opened my eyes, radiating in the glow of the amazing beams of heat, and that’s when I saw it. The look. The same one he’s giving me now. And my heart pounds harder, nearly beating from my chest.

“You promised you wouldn’t touch me,” I tease, trying to lighten the load of my thoughts.

“I was just helping my friend out.” He winks. “Wanted to ensure she got what she needed.”

I definitely got what I needed. Didn’t realize how badly I needed it. It feels like a ton of bricks has been lifted off my chest. My body feels relaxed and warm. Cozy.

“How thoughtful of you.” I smirk, rolling my hips over him. “Feels like you got what you needed too.” He sits up, wrapping me in his arms, and the look on his face is unnerving.

“Not even close. But I’m so damn thankful for the opportunity to make you feel good. Got no idea what it means to have you in my arms and see that smile on your face. Missed it so damn much, baby.”

And he has no idea how much I missed him.

11

Razor

“Rise and shine, Angel. The day is a wasting.”

I was trying to let her sleep in, but I feel like a kid on Christmas morning eager for his parents to get up so he can open his presents. Last night was so fucking good. Better than I imagined. I was aiming to get her laughing again but fuck if she didn’t give me a hell of a lot more. When I walked her to the bedroom, leaning in and kissing her cheek goodnight, I saw it. The look I remember from years ago. The look I’ve been longing for.

A pillow comes flying at me and I catch it on a chuckle. “I can see you’re still not a morning person.”

“I only got to bed a few hours ago.”

We did stay up late. Talking for hours. Catching up on life since the last time I saw her. She filled me in on everything, but I could sense that she was leaving out certain details. The ones that would hit me with even more regret. I did the same. Left outcertain parts of club life I knew she wouldn’t approve of. Ones that would remind her of the reason she didn’t want me to join the MC. I only shared the good moments. Things she’d be proud of. And I definitely left out my fuckup that led to me losing one of my best friends.

“It’s almost noon, babe. Besides, you don’t need your beauty rest, you’re already the most gorgeous girl I know.” She’s sexy as hell with her hair all mussed up from sleep. Her legs on display as my flannel has risen up. Her thighs showing off her sheer little panties. The temptation hits hard between my legs and I step forward, dropping my knees to the end of the bed. Feeling the determination taking over.

Her eyes lift from under her tired lids, watching me as I crawl forward, stalking my prey with a hunger rooted so deep it’s weeping from the end of my dick.

“What are you up to, mister?”

“Just wanted to say good morning.” I drop my head to her leg, letting my whisper coast across her skin. “Good morning, pretty girl.”

“You’re not supposed to touch,” she breathes out on a slow gasp, shifting against the sheets. I already have her squirming.

“And I’ll keep that promise unless you beg otherwise.” I slide up higher. “Did you sleep well, baby?” My words are trailed up her inner thigh and she squirms again. “I thought we could take a ride today,” I whisper up higher. “Would you be up for a picnic down by the falls?” My question is asked right over her sexy little panties, the scent of her sweet essence making me groan. I love the smell of her little cunt. It’s a sultry musk that has my mouth watering. No one ever tasted this sweet or smelled so good.

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