“It itches when it grows back in; it was easier to shave it…” Beth tried to explain.
“Kitten.” Razer kissed her bare mound. A part of him eased, Razer took it for what it was. Beth had never given up hope that they would get back together. No one had ever cared enough to miss him. Raised in foster homes, he had entered the military when he had graduated high school. Razer had never had a family until he had joined The Last Riders. The women who had come and gone in his life always wanted one thing from him, the sex he had become accomplished at performing. He had used his body to take and give pleasure, but emotionally he had never given. From the first moment he had seen Beth, something had come to life inside of him, and never having had it, he didn’t know what it was. It was love. Like a child learning, he had taken it for granted, used it, smashed it, then almost destroyed the burgeoning emotion. The fledging emotion that had come alive in him was like Beth; strong and resilient.
Razer was in love with Beth, finally admitting it to himself the day they had visited Lily at her college. When she had gone inside the station and those biker bitches had followed her; he had almost lost his mind. He had been following her inside when the bikers had challenged him. Thankfully, it was quickly handled with Shade there, the bikers inept against two former navy seals. Beth had returned minutes later, oblivious to what had happened during her absence.
Beth’s body twisted underneath him as his mouth found her pussy. He separated the flesh finding the tiny button and sucked it into his mouth. Razer teased the bundle of nerves with small bites and lavish attention, Beth legs spread further giving him greater access. A finger spread the wetness he found before sinking it deep into her warm channel. Razer used every skill at his disposal to have her tensing ready to explode.
“My kitty wants to come?” Razer asked, delving another finger inside her.
“Yes…Yes…” Beth moaned. Her hip’s surged upwards, trying to maneuver his fingers to the right spot so that she could come.
“Not yet… we are going to play for a while…” Razer played with her body, tormenting her until she was covered with a sheen of sweat and her frustrated whimpers drove him crazy. Still, he denied her the climax. When she tore away from him, unable to take more, he dragged her back.
“You sure you want me kitten?”
“Yes.” Razer’s mouth latched onto her, this time his tongue finding her clitoris and giving the pressure she needed to finally come. Beth almost lost consciousness, the relief was so great.
Beth lay limp on the bed. Razer was leaning over her, his hand rubbing her stomach, enjoying watching her recover.
“Jerk.” Razer grinned in accomplishment.
“Do you really want to insult me?” He lifted a brow as his fingers returned to her moist pussy.
“No, I don’t.” Beth was no fool, but she did believe in revenge.
She rose to her knees with a mischievous grin. Unsnapping his jeans, she tugged them down as he lay back with his arms folded behind his head. After tugging the jeans free, she shoved them off the bed and turned back to Razer and stared. Crawling to his side, she sat on her knees unable to believe her eyes. Her eyes furiously blinked back the tears threatening to break loose.
“You put my name on your dick.”
“Not quite, but as close as it was going to get.”
Beth stared down in awe at the tattoo slightly above his dick. It was a horizontal purple ribbon with her name on it. It looked like her own handwriting.
“I took a piece of paperwork that you left behind with your signature. The tattoo artist used it as a pattern, rode two states away to have it done.”
“Did you pass out?”
“No, but it was close.” Beth couldn’t help but laugh. She had never seen Razer embarrassed.
“How close?”
“I threw up.”
Beth eyes searched his, seeing what he was trying to tell her. Her finger traced the tattoo.
“It’s beautiful.” Her lips lowered, tracing the tattoo with her tongue. “When did you get it?”
“While you were in the hospital. I couldn’t stay in Treepoint while you were in there and not be with you. Since I had to leave, I got the tattoo while I was away; I only got back a couple of hours before you got released.”
Razer’s hand went to her hair and used it to raise her head. “Evie was going to bring you the suitcase and tell you to stay away. We thought that would be the best way to break it off; but you came to the club and we had to play it out in front of Memphis. I am sorry, kitten.”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Ok?”