Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“No visitors?” he asked.
“I was in place before sunset, and Pirate got settled about an hour later,” Dead Eye stated. “No one stepped foot into that clearing.”
“I guess I need to go talk to Lucien,” Razor told the group. A scuff of a heel on the concrete made everyone spin to address a potential threat. Lucien emerged into the light.
“I’m here, Razor. What happened?”
“The Ravagers left a note for us instead of showing up,” Fury growled. “And that message…. Poisoned.”
“It could be baby powder for all we know,” Razor said quickly.
“Yeah, they have a chafing problem,” Dead Eye said, drawing the word out.
“What did the note say?” Lucien demanded.
“I took a picture. Let me send it,” Razor suggested. Quickly, he forwarded it to everyone in the small group.
“He’s really going to be sorry Razor is on our side,” Fury said.
“I’m not shocked Viper can’t be trusted,” Lucien commented dryly. “Why do you think I sent Razor in the first place? He’s already thought through the situation.”
The gathering considered that. After a brief hesitation, they nodded.
“All that brainpower,” Wraith suggested.
Razor shrugged. He’d always had the ability to anticipate what people would choose to do. Sometimes they surprised him.
“I won’t respond tonight. If that substance is anything dangerous, I’m sure they’re watching to see if they got someone. I’ll send out an alert to everyone in Inferno to be alert. Wraith, check in with the guys at the door. They know our customers best.”
“On it,” Wraith said and moved away.
Lucien brushed Razor’s arm as the others faded away, silently signaling him to stay behind. “You just put a target on yourself.”
“You think they had eyes on us?” Razor asked.
“I have no doubt cameras were set up in that area.”
“And you suspect they’ll come after me?”
“Possibly. Keep your guard up.”
Razor nodded, his thoughts jumping to Honey. He definitely didn’t want to drag her into anything dangerous.
“Your Little girl is already under our protection,” Lucien said, reading his mind.
“She’s got special challenges,” Razor shared.
“You’ve got unique talents. I’m glad you found her.”
“Me too.”
Lucien turned and walked back into Inferno without another word. The MC president was one of the few people who kept Razor off-balance. Just when Razor was sure he had him figured out, Lucien confused him. That was one reason Razor had joined the Devil Daddies. Someday he’d understand the mystery Lucien presented.
Razor’s stomach growled, and he pressed a hand to it. He had a choice: go to work and grab a couple of protein bars, or head home, eat, and straighten his house to prepare for having a guest. Smiling at the thought of having his Little girl at home, Razor headed for the loaner bike.
After scrambling some eggs for dinner, Razor stood at the stove, eating them from the pan like a dedicated bachelor. His mother would whack him with her favorite spatula if she caught him doing that. She would also love Honey. He didn’t have any doubts about that.
Spunky and courageous, Honey had set off Razor’s take-a-second-look radar immediately. That didn’t happen often and usually for the wrong reason instead of a positive one.
Razor scooped up the last bite. What was Honey doing? Definitely not eating out of the pan. That was a bachelor thing.
Did she have a stuffie? He was confident she did. An image of the adorable woman curled up in bed with a stuffed animal pinned to her chest popped into his brain. He glanced at the empty couch in his family room, hopeful for the first time in a long while.
Checking the clock on the microwave, he quickly washed the skillet and tossed his other dishes into the dishwasher. Razor wanted to get a good night’s sleep before seeing Honey. He headed down the hall, turning off the lights behind him before he walked through his bedroom and into the large bathroom.
Razor loved the huge walk-in shower he’d had installed. He flipped on the water to warm and stripped off his clothing. Stepping onto the slate tile floor, he positioned himself directly under the spray. The cascade of liquid felt good as it pelted his skin. He stood there for a couple of minutes enjoying the heat before backing out to dispense bodywash into his hand.
Operating on autopilot, Razor rubbed the slick mixture over his chest and arms, working it into a lather before rinsing it off. He washed his hair and beard next, scrubbing at the bristly whiskers, letting the water flow over his face. His beard oil added a whiskey and spice scent to the warm air as he spread that over his facial hair to soften it. Razor definitely didn’t wish to redden Honey’s skin when he kissed her.
His cock thickened and lengthened as he imagined pressing his lips to hers. Her parents had chosen the perfect name for the sweet woman. Razor grabbed some soap and stroked a slick handful over his shaft. He groaned at the sensation and repeated the action as he imagined peeling off Honey’s clothing to caress her curves. Razor moved his hand faster, his balls tightening closer to his body. His pleasure built fast and strong as he pictured her in his mind.