The Last Riders - First Four Votes (4 page)

“Would you like some more tea?”

“No, thanks. Come watch this movie with me. The house is usually so loud I can’t enjoy watching television anymore.”

Beth moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch when Razer reached out and took her hand, pulling her down next to him.

“How many people live with you?” Beth questioned. She was curious; she knew nothing about his personal life. She didn’t even know where he lived.

“It varies; sometimes twelve, sometimes thirty. Our club is pretty large and our headquarters are in Ohio. Members from there rotate in and out.”

“It must be a pretty big house.” Beth tried to think of houses in the surrounding areas with homes that large and couldn’t think of one.

“It can be, although we always find enough room for everyone to sleep, even if we have to bunk together or sleep on the couch.”

“I imagine that does make watching television difficult.”

“Yeah. That, and we can never agree on the same thing.”

They grew silent as they watched the movie. Partway through, Beth got up to go to the restroom and poured herself another iced tea. When she came back into the living room, she sat down, nervously reaching across Razer to place her drink on the side table. Razer watched her actions until she had sat settled down next to him without his prompting; her actions seemed stiff and uptight for a woman of her age.

“What?” Beth saw his puzzled frown.

“My grandmother doesn’t act as uptight as you when the whole club shows up on her door. Aren’t you a little young to be strung so tight?”

“I didn’t mean to be,” Beth replied defensively.

“Loosen up some. You act too old for your age. It’s probably because you’re working for all those old people you take care; it doesn’t help."

“Are you insulting me or my job?”

“Both. I’m just saying act your age.”

“Oh, how am I not acting my age?”

“Well for one, it wouldn’t take me a whole day to kiss someone who wasn’t so uptight.”

“I am not uptight.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

“Prove it.” Razer laughed at her prudishness.

“How?”

“Like this.” Before Beth could determine his intentions, he had pulled her to him and kissed her. His mouth enveloped hers, seducing her with a single stroke of his tongue as it parted her lips, searching her mouth. Beth could taste the iced tea he had with dinner as she felt the heat, which she had never found in a kiss before. He was experienced, tempting her lips to open wider for him so that he could gain all the access he wanted without hesitation.

Beth’s arms circled his shoulders as her hand delved into his long hair, finding the silkiness to be an irresistible sensation between her fingertips. His own hand buried into her hair and tilted her head backwards before his lips released hers to explore her sensitive throat. As he took a piece of skin into his mouth, he sucked it and produced a groan from Beth at the excitement it aroused.

Hearing it, Razer’s hand slid across her stomach and underneath her thin t-shirt to skim over her lacy bra before gliding underneath to find her peaked nipple. Another moan escaped at the fire beginning to burn out of control in her body. Beth tried to regain control, she had never had trouble keeping it before, but lost it just as quickly when he lifted her shirt and pushed her bra out of the way.

Lowering his lips, he expertly began to suck on the nipple he had exposed while his other hand began to unsnap her jeans. Beth lifted her hands to stop him only to find that he had already stopped to take off his shirt. Beth watched, becoming aroused at the sight of his muscular chest. He didn’t stop there; instead he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out. Blatantly, he took one of her hands and placed it on his hot length before wrenching her jeans down and sliding his fingers under the crotch of her panties to rub the rosy flesh underneath.

“That’s it baby; get good and wet for me.”

Beth sat stunned. Never had she been with a man who moved so fast through the steps of intimacy. The previous men she had dated had gone slowly, letting her set the pace. The only pace Razer was setting was one to see how many bases he could steal before sliding home.

Finding her clit, he began stroking until it started to throb in demand. Small whimpers escaped her trembling lips as Beth slowly moved her hands on his cock, wanting him to feel the passion at the level he was arousing within her body. She began to stroke him faster, unsure of herself and how he wanted to be touched.

“Like this.” He wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed her fingers tighter around his hard length before then pumping her hand up and down in a rhythm he set for her. “I like it hard and rough.” He forced her fingers to go even tighter on his cock and, when she took over, his hands returned to her cunt, sliding the panties out of the way so his long finger could slide deep within her.

His teeth bit her nipple, causing Beth's body to jerk when he added another finger, sliding deeper within her. “You’re tight. I love tight pussy.”

Beth was almost drawn out of the sexual haze he had thrown her into by his words, yet his finger was sliding through her wetness before adding another finger into her already tight sheathe, and her mind couldn’t hold onto the reticence. Biting her nipple harder, he began to thrust his hips against her hands.

“Come here, baby.” Sitting up, he pulled her jeans the rest of the way off, taking her panties with them.

“Wait.” The burning arousal he had ignited was desperately trying to be doused by her conscious screaming at her to halt this before it was too late. Beth was trying to get her raging hormones under control, but found her body maneuvered until she was lying on his lap sideways with her leg draped over the back of the couch.

“It’s cool. We don’t have to fuck. Just let me play for a while.” With his hand buried in her hair, he pulled her towards his cock. Without hesitation, Beth opened her mouth and took him, sucking hard while licking the tender underside.

His loud groan inflamed Beth; she once again reached out to hold his cock with her tight grip. While she alternatively sucked then stroked him, she could taste the leaking pre-cum on her tongue.

Razer’s three fingers were buried deep within her once more while his thumb danced across her clit. This time it was her moans that filled the air as he built her towards an explosive climax. Beth tried to scream around his cock, but the hand that was gripping her hair forced her back down on his now spurting cock.

“Swallow it all.” He kept his hand in her hair, rubbing her clit, giving her the full effect of her climax until his shaft quit twitching. When he finally released her hair, Beth rose up, not looking at him as she jerked her clothes back on.

“Beth?” Razer remained sitting with his jeans open, his semi hard length still hanging out.

“You better get dressed, Lily could be back anytime.” Razer gave her a sharp look, but immediately shoved his member back into his jeans.

“What’s the matter?” He tugged her down onto his lap after she was dressed.

Beth shook her head, blushing as she felt his hand smooth down her tumbled hair.

“I can see something is wrong. Are you regretting what we just did?”

“Yes.” Beth was honest enough to admit to herself she had enjoyed it, however she couldn’t help being disgusted with herself for giving in so easily to her body's demands. “It’s just that I don’t know you very well.”

“I think you got to know me pretty well.” Razer laughed. “Don’t worry about all that other shit. It doesn’t matter. I’m pretty easy to get to know. Besides, you already figured out how to make me happy.”

Beth was disgruntled as she replied, “I think it’s pretty obvious what makes you happy.” The picture of him with his cock down the waitress’s throat came unbidden to her mind.

Razer grinned, he knew women and it was obvious where her mind had gone. “Let me tell you a secret; it made me hotter than hell having you watching us. I imagined it was your mouth sucking me off and you didn’t disappoint me tonight. I want your mouth again, but I want that tight pussy next. If it takes you getting to know me better, I can handle that. I enjoy your company. Now, does that sound good to you?”

“Okay," Beth said, determined not to wince at his plain talk. They were both adults; she would have to get over her prudish ways if she wanted to be with Razer.

“Good. Now, I gotta go or your sister is going to find me here and I don’t think you want that.”

“No.” Beth apologized with her tone of voice.

“It’s cool.” He lifted her off his lap, taking her hand as he walked to the door. “Friday, we’re having a party at the house. You want to come?”

“I would like that. Lily is going out of town with her youth group.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight. Sound good?”

“Yes.” Then, with a light kiss on her lips, he was gone.

Beth stood uncertainly at the closed door before forcing herself to move upstairs to her room. Taking a short shower eased the tension, though not the desire that still plagued her body.

Beth thought about Razer as she sat on her bed, painting her toenails. She liked his easy nature and sense of humor. She had never been around someone like him before. He lightened that feeling of being stifled that she always walked around with and never seemed able to figure out how to solve. He made her feel free, as if she was capable of being like the other women her age who didn’t have to worry about keeping so many people happy.

Beth thought back to the first time she had seen Razer, he had been across the street talking to the Sheriff. Her heart had done a flip in her chest, and every part of her body called to her to walk across the street and introduce herself. However, she hadn’t been too afraid. Now she was determined to take that chance she hadn’t that day.

The door opening and closing downstairs alerted Beth to Lily’s return home. Not long after, there was a quiet knock on her door before Lily stuck her head inside.

“I’m just going to bed. Need anything?”

“No, thanks. Goodnight, Lily.”

“Goodnight; sleep well.”

“You, too.”

M
ondays were always
busy for Beth. Her first stop was Mrs. Langley, who was waiting for a ride to the beauty salon. Beth listened on the way as Mrs. Langley gave a list of groceries for Beth to pick up. She was expecting Vincent Bedford and Samantha to be coming to dinner that evening, so she would be preparing a meal. Beth would fit the grocery shopping into her tight schedule, hoping this time the father and daughter would actually show up. The last time they hadn’t shown without as much as a courtesy phone call to cancel.

It didn’t take long for her to drop Mrs. Langley off at the salon. Then, her next stop was Ton’s home. He lived on the outskirts of town, a couple miles up Pine Mountain. Beth always enjoyed the drive and Mr. James gave her money for gas. The log cabin, which was Ton’s home, suited him. It was rustic and old fashioned with hardwood floors; built on the ridge to capture the beauty of the mountains through the windows on the front of the house.

Ton answered her first knock, so he must have heard her arrival. Her smile was returned with a sheepish one. Beth had not seen him since his drunken rampage at
Rosie’s
.

Upon entering, he didn’t prevaricate. “I’m sorry Beth. My behavior was inexcusable.” He poured her a cup of strong black coffee. “Have a seat.”

Beth sat, picking up the coffee and wincing at the taste. Ton pushed the sugar towards her and she hastily added several spoonfuls to make it drinkable.

“I have your groceries in the car.”

“I don’t know why Loker won’t let me do my own shopping. The drive isn’t that far from town."

“Probably because you’re blind in one eye,” Beth gently reminded him.

“Yes, well, I remember where everything is. I still see perfectly fine.” Beth shuddered in horror at his reply. “Doesn’t matter anyway. Loker took my keys after
Rosie’s
. He even threatened the cab company if they came out here to pick me up.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

“Don’t be. Guess I brought it on myself. I just go in for a couple drinks and then, before I know it, I’m drinking the harder stuff. Guess I’m not doing so well adjusting to being old with nothing to do.” He ran his gnarled hand through his long, grey hair.

“You need a hobby,” Beth suggested.

“That I do, drinking isn’t working out so good at being one.” Beth laughed. She found it hard to believe the mean, foul-mouthed man she had seen last Thursday was the same one standing before her now.

“Well, I better get the groceries packed in before you go. I know you have other clients to see about.”

“I do, but I have a few things I wanted to get done here first, if you don’t mind. I scheduled in a couple hours and I don’t want to lose the money.”

“You sure you’re not staying because you and that son of mine think I can’t take care of myself?”

“Not at all. I need all the hours I can get with a sister to put through college. It can be very expensive.” Ton tried to stare her down, but Beth held firm. Twenty-seven years in the military and he caved to a blue-eyed blond. Of course, Ton realized there could be worse things than looking at Beth clean his house for a couple of hours, which definitely softened the blow.

“Well, I don’t want to deprive anyone of their education.”

“We both would appreciate it.”

“Okay then, what did you have in mind?”

“A little of this and a little of that. Go pack in the groceries while I start a load of laundry.”

By the time Beth finished three hours later, she left behind a stupefied Ton standing in his clean living room that smelled of the sweet scent from the laundry. She completely cleaned his entire home, including fresh sheets and blankets on his bed. His still wet, freshly washed hair had not even been spared; she had firmly sat him down at the table, taking scissors and a comb to it until he looked better than he had in several weeks.

Beth returned to town, picking up groceries for two other clients, plus the additional ones Mrs. Langley had requested to be purchased. She then rushed to meet her at the diner next to the beauty salon where Mrs. Langley was to have had lunch with a friend until Beth’s return.

After dropping the beautified Mrs. Langley at home, Beth had three more clients to see before she could call it a day. Each client had their own set of chores that needed to be completed, plus several that were spur of the moment requests. She always tried to do the additional items if at all possible, not wrapping up her day until late. When she finally arrived home, she found Lily doing homework. She ate a quick dinner and headed for bed, already dreading the work that was looming during the coming week.

By the time Friday arrived, Beth was exhausted. After putting Lily on the church bus with a caution to be careful and a tearful hug, she watched the bus drive off before going home to take a nap. She woke a couple of hours before Razer was due to pick her up, took a long shower and then blow dried her hair before putting on light make-up and getting dressed in jeans along with a pretty red top that softly clung to her full breasts. This time, Beth was ready when Razer knocked on time.

“You look great. Ready?”

“Yes.” Beth removed a jacket from the closet and followed Razer out to where Razer’s motorcycle was parked.

Beth felt more comfortable getting on the bike now, and sliding her arms tightly around Razer. She was excited to see where he lived, but nervous about meeting his friends. She had never put herself in this position. Even in college, what few parties she had attended had been with the one or two girlfriends she had made who hadn’t minded her straight laced ways. Just once, Beth wanted to be reckless, to live as other women did and not hear her father’s sermons in her mind about what others considered normal. How could she teach Lily freedom if she wasn’t willing to find it for herself?

Beth was shocked when Razer pulled up and parked. She got off the bike, staring. “You guys are staying at Stolmes factory?”

The factory had been built four years ago when the economically depressed area had tried desperately to find work for the people in Treepoint. A businessman, Gavin Stolmes, had come to town and bought a huge amount of property that everyone considered useless. It had been over forested, steep and rocky. It wasn’t even a particularly pretty piece of land. The saving grace about the property was that it was a large acreage and that had been the selling point to Stolmes. He and his private investors, which included several of the local businessmen, had put up the money and built the factory in record time. The factory was completed and the machinery had been ordered, but it never arrived. Stunned, the investors discovered that Stolmes had left town without a word, taking the two million needed to buy the machines to build the equipment that the plant had been laid out to build. There even had been a bed and breakfast built next to the factory to house the buyers when they visited and it easily held the group of Razer’s associates.

“Yeah.”

The house was lit up inside and music could be heard out on the front yard where groups of people were standing around, drinking various forms of liquor.

“Let’s go.” Taking her hand, he led her up the steps to the front porch, which was crammed with even more people than Beth had first thought.

“You didn’t tell me there would be this many people here.”

“It’s busy this weekend. The guys are up from Ohio. We’re all headed back next week. A dispute has broken out; Viper wants to send a message."

“What message?”

“A don’t fuck-with-me message.”

“Oh.”

He opened the door, ushering her inside and into another world. Beth thought it would be people standing around drinking, talking and dancing. A normal party, but there was nothing normal about this party. They were doing much more than she had ever imagined.

Women were all over the place in different stages of undress; some dancing, some sitting, yet all of them were in various stages of sexual acts.

Beth came to a hard stop. “Whoa! I think I misunderstood what kind of party this is. I can’t stay here.”

Razer grabbed her around the waist, stopping her panicked flight. “Calm down. Nothing is going to happen that you’re not ready for or you don’t want to do.”

“You said a party, not an orgy. And I can tell you now I am not ready for this party.” Beth tried to lower her scandalized voice, aware of the curious eyes staring at her in amusement.

“Beth, you said you partied in college?” Razer questioned.

“Yes, normal frat parties. This is like a frat party on steroids.”

“Come on. It’s not that bad.”

“It’s bad, real bad,” Beth said in a low voice as she watched a pretty blond writhing in desire on Knox’s lap as he sucked on her bared breasts.

“Beth, we are quite a bit older than college kids. I assumed when you said you had partied that extended beyond the college age range. Give it a chance.” After seeing the couple Beth’s eyes were glued on, Razer continued, “Ignore that. Let’s get a drink.”

Beth felt like throwing up from being so nervous. She no longer merely heard her father’s words in her mind; now there were screaming words, dire warnings of hell and brimstone.

Razer grabbed a couple of beers, handing her one before pulling her down on his lap on an overstuffed leather chair. Train was seated on the couch beside it with a woman on each side of him. One seemed to be licking his ear while another was bobbing up and down on his cock.

At this point, Beth knew she was well out of her depth. In fact, she was trying to devise a way of telling Razer to get her the hell out of there when Evie appeared.

“Hey, Beth.”

“Hello, Evie.” Beth looked at her, not wanting her eyes to return to Train as she heard his groans of completion. Beth eyed the outfit Evie was wearing, trying not to appear flustered at the tight pair of shorts that barely covered the curve of her butt and a top that was unbuttoned to show her firm breasts.

Beth felt overdressed, but wasn’t about to rectify the situation. She took a swallow of the beer, trying to calm herself down. Razer’s hand started to rub her back, easing the fear threatening to have her running out of the room.

“I can see from your face that Razer didn’t warn you the parties can get a little wild.”

“No, he didn’t.”

Evie laughed and sat down on the arm of the chair they were sitting on. “I have been partying since I was fifteen. I was twenty-one the first time I came to one of their parties, and it still shocked me.”

Razer and Train started talking, both ignoring the women at their side. “You’ll get used to it. The next time you come it won’t be such a surprise,” Evie sympathized with the obviously overwhelmed newcomer.

“I doubt that.” Beth sincerely was thinking that once she got out of here, she would never be back.

Evie laughed as if reading her mind. Trying to ease her fears, she changed the topic, “I like your top. All my pretty ones have disappeared. These bitches just borrow without asking, so we simply wash the clothes and everyone grabs something clean. The shorts are different, not many can get their fat asses into mine.”

“I bet not.” Evie was small, probably a one or two. Beth was one of the fat asses they wouldn’t fit.

“Not everyone likes skin and bones,” Razer said, rubbing Beth’s ass. “I happen to like mine with a little jiggle.”

“Never notice you complain when you were humpin’ it,” Evie joked back. She caught the shocked look on Beth's face and instantly regretted her ill-conceived joke.

“Damn, girl. I didn’t mean anything.” Beth gave her a false smile at her apology.

“The first couple of times I saw Razer, he had a different woman hanging on him. I just didn’t realize you two had a history.”

“No history,” Evie said. “How about we change the subject? Razer was telling me what you do; I bet that’s interesting.”

Beth looked in her eyes and saw a sincere desire to be friends. She liked the girl and, as all the friends she had made had gotten married or left the small town for greener pastures, she wanted to become friends as well.

“What do you do?" Beth asked.

"I was a nurse in Ohio. I applied here at the local hospitals and the two doctor’s offices, but they haven’t called.”

“You’re a nurse?” Evie stiffened at Beth's surprised tone.

“You don’t think I look like a nurse?”

Beth burst out laughing, stopping when she saw the hurt look Evie tried to hide. Razer’s arm tightened around her waist, letting her know he was also unhappy. Even Train was throwing her a dirty look.

“Well, to be honest, right now a nurse wouldn’t be my first clue as to your profession.” Beth waved her hand at Evie’s open top. “But you misunderstood me; if any of my male clients saw you, they would go into cardiac arrest.” This time, everyone burst out laughing. “Seriously, I have a nursing degree also. I worked and got my masters in business with a minor in accounting. Before everyone can say I’m flaunting my degrees, I am just telling you this because I have been getting a little overwhelmed with all the work I’ve been contracted to do. I was thinking of hiring someone part-time, if you think you might be interested?”

“God, yes. I have been bored out of my mind stuck here all day with the other girls. I don’t want full-time, whatever hours you could give me would be great,” She hastily added before Beth could reply.

Beth frowned. “Perhaps I should have mentioned you would need a car. Do you have one?”

“Yes, and it’s in good shape.”

“Have you got your phone handy?”

Evie pulled a small cell phone out of her back pocket. Beth took it and programmed her number into it then pulled her own cell phone out, adding Evie to her contact list.

“Give me a call on Monday. I’ll work something out this weekend on what hours I can offer.”

A loud booming voice yelled Evie’s name from the upstairs. “Gotta go before Knox comes looking for me.” Beth turned to see Knox and the blond woman waiting for Evie at the top of the stairs. When Evie reached them, Knox placed an arm around their shoulders before moving out of Beth’s sight.

“That was nice of you.”

“I had a rough week. I need the help and honestly, should have hired someone a month ago. This will give me more time to spend with Lily before she leaves for college and someone to cover for me in emergencies when I go visit.”