Razer's Ride (7 page)

“Baby, you’re so hot.”

The trite phase that was something he probably had said to several women since hitting puberty brought Beth to her senses.

“Razer slow down.”  She pushed him away and put her hands up to ward him off. “Can we slow down a minute?”

Razer frowned, “Do you think I am pressuring you?”

“No! I am not saying that at all. I just need to catch my breath for a minute.”

“I can do that.” He smiled and reached for her again, pulling her into his body, rubbing her back.

“Look, if this isn’t working for you, I can take you home. I can see how it can be a little much, I am used to this way of life, but I can also see how it can be for someone else.”

“You understand?” Beth gave him a sweet smile. “I just feel a little overwhelmed.”

“That’s cool. We can try another night. Maybe we can catch a movie when I get back from Ohio."

“I’d really like that.”

“Good, now let’s get out of here before my good intentions go out the window.”

The trip down the stairs was much slower. Razer was being so nice, Beth couldn’t believe that he didn’t at least try to change her mind. It made her feel like he was beginning to want to know her better, maybe he hoped to form a relationship with her in the future. The ride back was
gloomy; all the excitement of the night had been anti-climatic. Beth consoled herself that at least she had tried versus not trying at all.

At her door he kissed her again drawing a response that she couldn’t control. “Would you like to come in?”

Razer’s lips slid reluctantly away from her neck. “I better not, we’ll be leaving early, if I leave now I can grab a few hours sleep. I’ll call you when I get back.”

“All right, have a safe trip.” Beth watched from her doorway as he drove away. Contrarily wishing she had remained at his house. Her fear had won the battle and she had wanted to run like a scared little mouse. Again.

She was getting in her bed going over the night, sick to her stomach that he would be returning to a house of half-naked women. Razer had not been worried about getting up early in the morning before she chickened out. The more she thought about it, the sicker she felt to her stomach. She didn’t want him to turn to another woman because she had been too chicken to sleep with him. 

Jumping out of bed, Beth hastily dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt. Before she could change her mind, she grabbed her car keys.  Arguing with herself the whole way back to Razer’s house, she sat in her car for several minutes when she arrived before gathering enough courage to get out of the car. Hopefully, he wasn’t asleep yet and if he were, she would wake him up in a way he would never forget.

The party had become even louder, if that was possible. They were even having sex on the couch with others yelling encouragement. Beth didn’t think she would ever get used to the things she saw that night. Beth looked around the room, relieved that Razer wasn’t locked in an embrace with one of the women. Her confidence boosting that he had come home, going to bed as he had said he would. Beth went up the stairs to his room.

Raising her hand to knock, Beth didn’t want to walk in unannounced. Her confidence fading that he would be happy to see her at his door this late.

“Well, well, if it isn’t little Miss Goody two shoes.” Sam’s low voice drew her hand away from the door. She was barely covered in a blue see thru nightie that Beth could only imagine was able to be sold in a sex shop.

“You don’t have to knock, come in and join the party. I just left to get the lube.” Raising her hand with a tube of ointment in her hand, she blatantly wiggled in front of Beth’s stunned face.

“The more the merrier Razer always says.” Sam gave Beth a sly grin. “I am surprised you came back, Razer can be a little hard to satisfy, but I am sure you know that since you haven’t accomplished it either time you went out with him. I took the hit for you last week; fucked me all night long after he left you. I could hardly walk the next day.”  Sam was telling the truth, Beth could tell by her smug grin.  Razer had obviously discussed what they had done at Beth’s house with Samantha.

“Couldn’t do it tonight girl, I had to get help.”

Before Beth’s stunned mind could function, Sam opened the bedroom door. Beth’s gaze was drawn inside as the woman cruelly intended.  Razer was in bed on his back with Evie lying on top, his large cock buried in her pussy. Train was also there fucking Evie from behind. The two men had her pinned between their thrusting bodies.  Even Knox was in there sitting on the chair by the rocking bed, his fist pumping his cock.

“Well come on in. I’m back boys and I brought company.”

Beth turned and ran, almost tripping down the steps, barely managing to grasp the handrail in time. She kept going, running even when Razer yelled her name.

Beth knew it was only her years in track that allowed her to sprint to her car. She didn’t know why she had even run. She had already made a fool of herself and it wasn’t like he had been in any position to run after her. Tears falling down her checks, Beth couldn’t believe how naïve she had been. Even last week, after he had left her with the taste of him, he had come back here to fuck Sam.

She had wanted freedom from the strict rules her father had ingrained in her since childhood, wanting to test herself; but what she had done was throw herself in hurricane waters thinking she would be able to swim, but instead had been torn apart. Razer was out of her league, she had known that all along; he was very sexual, living in a club environment that provided easy access to women without the usual complications.  Coping with a woman who placed sexual limitations wouldn’t even occur to him.

Beth didn’t even bother turning on the lights when she walked into her house, finding her way in the dark to the kitchen.  Grabbing
bottled water, she sat at her kitchen table, burying her head in her hands. Her cell phone rang, the caller I.D said Evie calling.  Beth knew it wasn’t Evie calling, that it was Razer instead. Her lips twisted into a self-deprecating sneer, he had never bothered to even ask for her phone number.  

Brushing the tears away, Beth gathered every bit of pride her parents had instilled within her and picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Beth, I never meant for you to walk into something like that. I knew you weren’t ready to…”

“I would never be ready for something like that, Razer, nor would I want to.”

Beth could hear his sigh of frustration over the phone. “Look I can be there in twenty minutes, we can talk…”

She cut him off. “Don’t bother. Sam made it perfectly clear to me. But I do have a quick question before I hang up. Did you have any intention of calling me when you got back in town?”

The silence that met her question shredded her last bit of self-respect.

“Listen Beth, I think that we are on different wavelengths.  Sam told me you have been with several guys from town. You yourself told me you partied in college. I thought you knew the score. I was willing to play your game, but woman, you’re just too much work for a piece of pussy.”

Each word flayed her soul. She had been planning on a relationship, one that might not even have lasted, but he hadn’t even wanted that, just another fuck toy. She tuned back in to hear him finish.

“I am sorry that you walked into that.  I wanted it to end with no hard feelings.”

Beth was done, she hung up. Sam had lied, convincing Razer she was experienced, setting Beth up for failure. Beth had to admit to herself she was also at fault. The attraction she had felt for Razer had pushed her to do things that her commonsense had told her was too soon. If she had wanted a romantic relationship, then a sexy biker was not where she should have looked. Fortunately, Beth knew someone who wouldn’t mind her inexperience; he wanted the same type relationship she needed in her life.

Chapter 5

Beth kept herself busy for the rest of the weekend.  Sunday she had breakfast ready when Lily walked in the door. Lily laughed at the tight hug Beth gave her.

“I was only gone two nights.”

Seeing Beth's pale face, Lily’s smile disappeared. “Have you been sick?”

“No, I am fine. I just overdid all the cooking. I was in one of my moods to cook. The good news is we have enough dinners frozen for the next two months."  Lily laughed relieved, then telling her about the trip as they readied for church. 

During the sermon, Beth paid particular attention to the Pastor. She had noticed before he was a handsome man with light brown hair cut closely to his head. He was tall and well
built; both which was surprising for a man of his profession. Beth seemed to remember that he had been in the military as a Chaplin; in fact he had served two tours ministering to the soldiers overseas.

When he had first arrived in Treepoint, he had made friendly overtures. Beth had politely turned him down. She had no intention of finding herself in her mother’s shoes; but the more Beth listened to him, the more she appreciated how he was teaching God’s word with more modern expectations.

After the service, Beth for once waited patiently for her sister to finish talking to her friends. Noticing the Pastor had finally finished saying his goodbyes to the parishioners and was gathering the papers he had left behind on the podium. Beth stepped forward as Pastor Dean passed the pew where she had been sitting.

“How are you this Sunday, Beth?”

“Just fine, Pastor Dean. I hope your trip was successful?”

“Yes, we were able to lay a good foundation to rebuild the structure. The congregation should be able to finish the repairs.”

“I am glad to hear it.”  Once again he started to walk towards the doorway outside. “Pastor Dean, Lily and I would like you to come for dinner Friday night if you are not busy.”

The Pastor came to a sudden stop; the look in his eyes became speculative. “I would enjoy taking you up on that invitation. Would six be fine?"

Beth smiled relieved at his interested response. “That sounds perfect.”

Monday morning was hurried as both Beth and Lily had overslept. She was about to leave for work after Lily had left for school with Charles, who picked her up every morning since earning his license when the doorbell rang.  Already in a rush, Beth answered the door with a frown, surprised to see Evie standing nervously on her doorstep. She was wearing a pretty blue pair of scrubs.

“I know you probably won’t hire me now, but I really need the job,” she said with a hesitant smile.

Beth stepped back, opening her door further for her to enter. She knew that she would never get the picture of her sandwiched between Razer and Train out of her mind, but that was her problem, not Evie’s.

“I still need help; your private life is your own and none of my business,” Beth answered her quietly.

“Razer and I are just…” Beth cut her reply short.

“Again, it’s none of my business. I just have one
request; if you are going to work for me, don’t ever mention him to me again. Can you do that?”

“Yes, but…” Again, Beth cut her short.

“Good. Now it seems you want to start today and that works for me. Monday’s are a killer. I hope you can provide me with a couple of references that I can check out.”

“No problem.”

“Good, let’s go. Today you can drive with me until you learn the clients and where they live.”

“Anything you say boss," Evie said with a grin.

***Nine months later***

Blake was coming down Mrs. Langley’s staircase as she finished cleaning the large living room. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him balancing two large boxes.

“Need any help?”

“No thanks, I can handle it.” He sat the heavy boxes down on the floor. “I packed away all the Christmas decorations, cleaned the attic and threw away everything Mrs. Langley told me to. These two weren’t labeled. She said for you to go through them and organize whatever is inside if it’s important.”

“I don’t have time to right now, I have a date with Dean tonight.  Could you put them in the trunk of my car as you leave?”

“No problem.  Anything else before I go?”

“No, that’s all for today. See you next week.”

Beth went to the kitchen to make a small meal for Mrs. Langley before she also left for the day. Fixing a bowl of warm soup, a glass of cold milk, and several homemade cookies on a small tray.  Beth had made the cookies last night before going to bed.  Carefully carrying it upstairs to Mrs. Langley’s bedroom, she was laying in bed watching her favorite show.  Beth helped her sit up before placing the tray on her lap.

“Thank you. Are those chocolate chunk cookies?’

“Yes. I left a container of them on the kitchen counter for later.”

“They are my favorite,” picking one up and biting into it.

“I will have to remember that.” Beth smiled and chatted with her about the medical program she was watching as she cleaned the room.

“Have you seen Samantha lately?” Mrs. Langley asked as Beth took away the empty tray.