The Last Riders - First Four Votes (14 page)

“I am going to see that pussy take all of me.” His hands brought her down on his cock.

Beth began moving slowly up and down, sliding his full length deeper and deeper within her. She faced the door, which had a mirror on the back, giving Beth a view of what was happening on the bed. A hand at her back had her leaning forward, bracing her hands beside his knees as she continued to ride up and down his large member, helplessly watching the mirror.

“I can see all my kitty’s cream this way. That tight little pussy stretching to take my cock.” His fingers slid through the cream escaping her sheathe, rubbing his thumbs in it and slickening his fingers before moving them to her tiny rosebud.

“Are you a sweet little virgin here, too?” His thumb began to probe her ass. Startled, Beth almost jerked off him to move away from his touch, but a hard smack to her ass had her settling back down until once again his cock was deep within her.

“Bad kitty. Now be still.” His thumb circled her rosebud again before he began inserting the thumb inside her, past her restricting muscles that were trying to keep him out.

“Fuck me harder,” Razer ordered.

Beth’s trembling body followed his commands as she once again found a rhythm that was bringing them the most pleasure. Tiny whimpers were escaping her at the feel of his thumb pushing into her ass in combination with the glide of his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. Her hands threatened to give out, yet she managed to maintain the position he wanted. When another thumb pushed in, stretching her hole, Beth’s whimpers increased at the bite of pain.

“Now, that’s a very good kitty,” Razer crooned as his thumbs began a scissoring motion that had her trying to clench her ass. Her pussy was tightening around him and his hips had finally started to thrust upward, driving himself harder into her.

She had been slightly sore before they’d started having sex and, with the motions of his cock and his thumbs in her ass, the pain was adding to her stimulation, making her body move to capture it. The exquisite pain was as breathtaking as the orgasm she was desperately reaching for.

“You’re going to have trouble walking tomorrow. Everyone’s going to know I fucked you hard and long tonight.” Razer’s solid thrusts were driving her insane. “You ready to come?”

“Yes,” Beth whimpered.

Razer pushed his thumbs deep into her ass and thrust up inside her pussy, hitting just the right spot to send her flying. Soft mewls were escaping her as he pulled his thumbs out, lifting her up and off his cock.

“Now, it’s my turn.” He slid out from under her and then flipped her to lie on her belly before he raised her hips, sliding a pillow under her pelvis. His sheathed cock slid in and out again, grinding into her until his balls were slapping against her flesh. Her fingers grabbed the bed sheets, holding on for dear life as his hands pulled her hips back against him, making sure he went as deep as possible. A series of hard thrusts later had him coming with Beth going over the edge once again, this time unable to prevent the screams that were torn from her throat.

Razer disposed of the condom and gently cleaned Beth. He then pulled her to him so that they were both lying on the rumpled bed, too hot to bear the covers on top of them. With their legs tangled, Razer’s hand found his resting place on her breast.

“I can now see why it took two women to satisfy you,” Beth said wearily. Razer didn’t correct her misinformation. Sometimes, he could go through three or four, depending on how energetic or inventive he felt. Tonight, however, he was oddly content and satisfied with just Beth. Not wanting to think about it too closely, he closed his eyes and went to sleep, unconsciously trapping her with a lean leg thrown over hers.

B
eth woke up mid-morning
, regretting that she was unable to go to church again that Sunday. It was a habit she’d had for as long as she could remember and the church was a part of her life. She sighed as she gazed over to where Razer was sprawled on his stomach. Beth was tempted to wake him, but he had early shifts the coming week and she wanted him to catch up on his sleep.

She grabbed a quick shower, dressing in a pair of cut off jeans and an overlong t-shirt that had a cat playing with a ball of yarn. Smiling mischievously, she thought Razer would appreciate the humor. Closing the door behind her, she went downstairs to the kitchen where the aromas of coffee and bacon filled the air. Her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday with Lily. With that thought in mind, Beth made a mental note to be sure that she saved Razer enough food because he would be even more starved than she was.

“Best night I ever freakin’ had,” Natasha was telling Jewell. “He was a fucking machine.”

When the women saw Beth approaching, they changed the subject, talking about the chore board they had sitting in front of them. Beth tried not to let it bother her. She liked both girls and had thought they liked her also.

“What’s for breakfast?” Beth smiled at both of them and walked to the counter to pour herself some coffee.

“There are some eggs and bacon left. Oh, and Evie made some awesome cinnamon rolls. They’re in the oven.”

Beth checked and saw that they had been put in there to be kept warm. Tearing one off the baking sheet, she went to the counter and sat down, sipping the coffee. The cinnamon roll melted in her mouth and, licking her lips, the sugar glaze dissolved against her tongue.

As she took another bite, warm arms slid around her waist and a hand in her hair pulled until her head fell back on Razer’s shoulder. Lips fastened to hers, licking the sugar glaze that had clung to her lips.

“Mmm… delicious.”

When Razer released her, Beth smiled at him as he went to the stove to fix a huge plate of food. Loading two of the huge cinnamon rolls on his plate.

“You’re going to get fat the way you eat,” Beth teased.

Razer’s teeth picked up a crisp piece of bacon. “I plan to work off the calories after breakfast,” he said with a wink.

“Nope, I have work to do. I am determined to finally get Mrs. Langley’s boxes organized today. When you get done eating, could you get them for me?”

“Yes, I’ll do it before going for a run,” Razer said, biting into a cinnamon roll and giving her a sloppy kiss before leaving the room right as Evie came in looking like hell. Memphis and Crash, who were following behind her, didn’t look much better.

“The cinnamon rolls are great, Evie.”

“I fixed them before I went to bed.” When Evie would take a mood to cook something, she did it regardless of the time. No one would know
when
the mood would strike, but they all benefited when it did. Beth got up, snagging another one before they all disappeared and poured herself another cup of coffee.

“I’m going upstairs to get busy. I want to organize Mrs. Langley’s papers and give them back tomorrow when one of us does her house. I’ll be back later when you’re awake and we’ll divide the schedule,” Beth teased Evie.

“Take your time,” Evie replied, smacking Memphis’s hand before he could take three cinnamon rolls. “Damn people, there should have been enough to have some left over until tomorrow.”

Smiling, Beth headed out of the kitchen, leaving the others amicably arguing. Precariously opening the door to Razer’s room, she was careful not to spill the coffee. Setting it on the nightstand, she went to the boxes and set them in the middle of the floor. Opening the first one, she worked steadily, going through years of financial records that had been stored. She was surprised that Mrs. Langley’s son-in-law had not shredded them because she didn’t see anything of any importance. She put everything back and marked on the box for the papers to be shredded. She would check with Mrs. Langley before she took care of that task.

Taking a break, she finished her now cold coffee and cinnamon roll, debating about leaving some of it for later, but she was determined to finish the task. She used the restroom and sat back down, cross-legged on the floor once again.

Beth pulled the second box towards her, opening it. Beth stared at the papers, not sure what she was looking at. Then, with a sick feeling, she emptied the box and meticulously organized the papers until she could understand what she had found.

Afterwards, she carefully returned most of the papers to the box, closing the contents inside. Going to Razer’s nightstand, she took the sheaf of papers she had not returned to the box and hid them inside a magazine in the drawer. She had just closed the drawer, picking up her cell phone to call the Sheriff, when she heard the door open. Beth, thinking it was Razer, was not surprised, however, to see Sam standing with a gun pointed directly at her.

“I see you’re not surprised to see me.”

“I’m not.” Beth clutched the phone in her hand.

“Put it down, Beth.”

Beth could tell by the cold look in the young woman’s eyes that she would kill her, so she laid the phone down on the nightstand.

“Sam, don’t do this. You’re not involved.”

“Shut up. Pick up the box and let’s go.” Beth didn’t argue, figuring her chances were better outside the room than enclosed within it along with Sam. Beth picked up the box and went out the door with Sam following close behind her.

“Everyone is in the backyard going over the work schedule. If you make a sound, I will shoot you.”

Beth went down the steps, tempted to throw the box at her. “Don’t do it, Beth, I will shoot you then take off before anyone comes. If not, then I will shoot whoever shows up.”

Beth went through the door to the outside, truly frightened, not knowing what to do. Sam directed her to a low-slung, white sports car, ordering her to get inside. Keeping the gun pointed at her, she walked around to the other side of the car and got in. Sam started the powerful car, driving out of the lot, headed to town.

“Samantha, your father is not worth you going to prison for the rest of your life. The club will figure it out. They aren’t stupid, they’ll know someone from the house took me.”

“I’ve already got that covered. No one will know it’s me. And no, they won’t figure out shit. They still don’t know who killed Viper’s brother. It took a stupid bitch like you to figure out my dad was responsible.”

“Why were the papers in that box?”

“The stupid fucker hid them there. He had gone to my grandmother’s to destroy them, but he got interrupted, so he stashed them. He was going to destroy them, but he figured they were safe where they were, not expecting that dumbass worker of yours to actually take the boxes. If my dad hadn’t been such an arrogant bastard, he would have destroyed the papers. Lazy fuck.”

Sam drove through town without stopping, heading toward the county line. Beth didn’t recognize the house they pulled into as they travelled down a long unpaved driveway. Sam drove around the back and parked the car beside an expensive BMW.

“Stay here until I come around.”

Beth followed her order as terror began to fill her. She was out in the middle of nowhere with no one even aware she was missing.

“Get the box.”

“Sam—”

“Move bitch, don’t make me tell you again.”

Beth got out the car and walked towards the house with Sam still holding the gun to her back while following her. She slowly went up the short flight of steps, opening the door while juggling the box, to find Samantha’s father waiting inside the small kitchen. He was sitting at with a gun lying on the table before him.

“It’s about time,” he snapped at Sam as soon as she walked through the doorway.

“I had to wait until it was clear,” Sam explained

He got up from the table and took the box from Beth’s hands. Setting it on the table, he opened the box and took out the papers on top. The deeper down he went, not finding what he wanted, the more enraged he became until he started tossing the papers out haphazardly. When the box was empty, he angrily threw it at Beth.

“You idiot, didn’t you check to see if the documents were there?”

“I didn’t have time. The box was closed when I went in the room. How was I supposed to know she was smart enough to take the papers out?”

“You check!” Vincent Bedford screamed at his daughter.

“I can go back and get the papers.” Sam turned to Beth and smacked her across the face. “What did you do with them?”

Beth’s hand touched her stinging cheek, refusing to answer.

“I will shoot your kneecap. I can look if I have to, but it will be quicker and less painful for you if you tell me where they are.”

“I put them in the closet.” Beth lied, hoping Razer would find her going through his closet and become suspicious.

“She’s lying.”

“No shit,” Sam snapped back at her father. Furiously, she hit Beth again with the gun in her hand. Pain burst through Beth’s jaw as she fell, barely managing to catch herself by grasping the end of the table. When her hand cupped her cheek, this time Beth felt wetness against her fingers.

“Now where are the fucking papers? This is the last time I am going to ask before I leave. If I search your room and someone comes in, I will shoot. Do you want to be responsible for someone being hurt?”

Beth tried to think what her best option was, but she was drawing a blank. She didn’t want anyone hurt and Sam was determined to find the papers. She obviously had no compunction about hurting someone. Beth didn’t want to endanger Razer, but Viper deserved to know what had happened to his brother as well as with the money that he and the other club members had invested. With her mind still racing for options, a rough hand in her hair jerked her toward Vincent Bedford.

“Tell me where you put the papers. I will put a bullet through your brain if you don’t.” Beth felt the cold metal of the gun he was holding press against her temple.

“I put them in a brown shoe box in the closet,” Beth lied again. It was the only choice she had. They were going to kill her anyway. Bedford wouldn’t release her and let her identify him and Sam for kidnapping.

This time it was Vincent Bedford who slammed the gun into her head. Beth momentarily blacked out as he threw her to the dirty kitchen floor. Her vision was blurry as she fought for consciousness while crashing and screaming pounded through her head, but she couldn’t focus enough to understand what was going on. Darkness was growing at the edges of her vision, threatening to take her under, but with a last ditch effort, she managed to turn her head to see Cash restraining Samantha, who was fighting like a wildcat trying to get away from him.

Loker James and Bedford were fighting, if it could even be called that. Loker had two knives, one in each hand, and was cutting Bedford to shreds. The older man was covered in blood and was trying to defend himself in vain.

Beth felt Razer’s touch as he moved her tumbled hair from her face. She had never seen that look on Razer’s face. He had always been easy going or humorous, however this man before her was a cold-blooded killer, furious that she had been hurt.

She managed to see that Loker was now playing with Bedford, letting him think he was going to get out the back door when he turned to flee, yet at the last moment, Loker kicked him in the back, forcing him to fall forward onto the floor. The man attempted to crawl away from the assaulter, but Loker stepped on his hand, stopping his forward momentum. The scream of agony had her wincing in sympathy, even though the man had threatened to kill her.

“Loker, stop,” Beth said weakly.

He ignored her, bringing his boot back and Beth knew he was about to plant it in the wailing man’s face.

“Please, Loker, stop. I have all the proof you need to convict him back at the clubhouse.”

This time he stopped and looked at her.

“Cover him,” Razer spoke to someone she couldn’t see.

Razer brushed his thumb against her cheek. “You’re all right, sweetheart. The ambulance is on the way.”

“How did you find me?”

“Loker was watching Bedford and, when he saw Sam come in with you, he called us.”

“I had to, he threatened to kill my baby. He gave me no choice.” Sam hung pitifully in Cash’s arms, all the fight drained out of her. “He paid someone to take my baby. I don’t even know if it was a boy or girl. He took the baby while I was unconscious after the delivery. He won’t tell me where my child is or even with whom.” The whole room went quiet, listening to Sam’s heart wrenching cries. “It was Gavin’s child.”

“You lying bitch,” Loker yelled.

The sounds of the siren approaching made Beth’s head ache, though when she tried to move her head, the attempt had stars bursting through her skull. The last thing she remembered was Loker’s hand around Sam’s throat.

“Razer,” she whispered as darkness overwhelmed the pain.