Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
They were going quite fast, but then that fear seemed to change as she started to get into the rhythm of the ride. It felt incredible. They were moving faster and she let out a squeal, but she didn’t at any point feel like she was going to fall off. Razor was a master on his bike, and it felt damn incredible.
She didn’t know how long they were riding, but she recognized the clubhouse up ahead, and he slowed down, pulling in and parking his bike alongside similar bikes. She couldn’t help but wonder if they ever ended up on the wrong bikes.
“Do you have to label your bikes?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Nah, we all know which one is ours.”
“How? They all look the same.”
“We all have a different number plate, but we also have different bikes. Trust me, we know.”
She was still straddling his bike and holding onto him.
“Razor?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think I can get off.”
He reached behind him and placed a hand on her thigh. His touch felt so good, even through the thick denim. She was pleased she opted for jeans over a skirt or a dress. There was no way she would have been able to stay modest wearing either of those on this bike.
Both of his hands were on her thighs as he rubbed up and down. “Does that feel any better?” he asked.
“A little bit.”
He chuckled.
“When you get off, grab my hands, and I’ll keep you upright.”
Eden had no idea how they were going to pull this off, but she did as he instructed, climbing off the bike. Razor must have lightning reflexes, because one moment he was on the bike, and the next he was stopping her from falling.
She looked at him and couldn’t resist her gaze falling toward his lips. In that moment, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to close that distance between them and just kiss her.
Razor tucked some hair behind her ear, such a sweet gesture. “Did you like that?” he asked.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Good.”
Was he going to ask to kiss her? Did she have to ask him to kiss her?
His fingers sunk into her hair, and whatever distance there was between them faded as he grabbed her ass, and she moaned his name.
Was it her, or did she feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her?
He growled her name and kissed her. There was no asking. Razor was taking, and she was more than happy with being taken. The way he gripped her ass sent an instant heat between her thighs, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her whole body against him.
He was the one that broke the kiss first, his lips coming toward her ear. “Do you know how crazy you’re making me?” he asked.
She shook her head.
The hand at her ass tightened as he pulled her in close, and she cried out.
It was instant.
The pull.
The lust.
Eden had never felt this way before. She didn’t want it to stop. The pleasure was next level. Not that she knew what kind of pleasure was to be had between a man and woman. Other than a few kisses, she had never gone further with anyone else. This already felt deeper.
Razor stopped. “I better stop, otherwise I would be fucking you in the parking lot.”
Eden wouldn’t have minded. She was a virgin. She had to tell him, right? Was it necessary to tell a guy it was your first time?
He held her hand and they made their way into the main clubhouse, which was full of a lot of people. Once again, she was in a crowd and felt so very awkward. She held onto Razor’s hand tightly.
Several of the guys recognized her and greeted her. Words failed her, so she lifted the hand she wasn’t using to hold onto Razor and gave them a wave. She must look so stupid.
Crowds were not her thing. Not by a long shot. Thankfully, she was able to see her sister, who was in the corner chatting with Doc. That was good. Her sister had made it here safely.
****
After ordering them both a couple of beers, Razor got her out of the main clubhouse. It was hot as hell, the women were not prone to keeping their clothes on, and he didn’t want to make her nervous. He had noticed she didn’t like crowds a long time ago.
She didn’t lash out or make a scene. Eden tended to revert into her own shell. He noticed a lot of things about her. Other times, he just listened.
There were several guys outside, enjoying some beers. A couple of fires had been lit in old metal trash cans, and the scent of burnt food was heavy in the air. That meant a barbeque had been attempted at some point today. This also meant Doc hadn’t been the one manning the food.