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  Raze breathed deep as I collapsed onto the bed next to him. He made himself cozy under the covers, and flipped the TV on to fill in the silent background that surrounded us. He stretched his arm out around me and pulled me close.

  “This feels good,” he said as he nuzzled my arm.

  I twisted my body on my side and threw my arm around his chest. I didn’t realize he was already shirtless until then. I could feel his warm breath on the top of my head, and I wanted more than anything just to kiss him. To be as close as possible to him. He felt like home; something I hadn’t felt with anyone else before. A warm, loving feeling rushed over my body, and I knew he was going to be all I needed from there on out.

  I felt Raze’s hand trace up and down my arm until suddenly his other hand reached over and cupped the side of my face. He turned it upwards, towards his face, and leaned down to plant a single kiss on my waiting, wanting mouth.

  I could faintly taste whiskey on his breath, but it was covered up by the taste of mouthwash, which implied to me that he wanted to get close tonight. I was up for whatever he wanted. I just wanted to be his girl.

  I opened my lips a little more and his tongue entered my mouth. It was soft, tender, and delicate as it stroked around my tongue. I hadn’t been kissed this way in forever.

  His hand slipped down my side and nestled comfortably on my hip, under my shirt. As we kissed more, he worked his hand up underneath my shirt and rested it gently on top of my left breast. I sighed gently, hinting to him that I wanted him to keep going. His hand slipped under my bra cup and he massaged my breast and nipple. His hands were soft and amazing as he felt me up. He didn’t touch me the way the other guys touched me.

  I sat up as he pulled my top up and off and then unhooked my bra. I unzipped my pants and slid them down. As got under the covers, I saw he was in nothing but his underwear. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d undressed. My mind was still in a fog. My heart raced a little in anticipation of what was about to happen. I’d been waiting a long, long time to have Raze, and now it was finally about to happen.

  I reached my hand down under the elastic waist of his underwear and grabbed his fully engorged cock. I rubbed and stroked his member as he nuzzled up to my face and playfully bit my ear. After a while, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up on top of him. I straddled him as his hard cock pressed against my pussy, and he cupped my breasts.

  “I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he heaved. “You have no idea. Since the first time I saw you, I wanted you.”

  I smiled and playfully moved my hips in a circular motion. He moaned in response.

  “I want you inside me,” I purred. My long, blonde hair spilled down my back and over my shoulders as I leaned forward and kissed him.

  He reached his hand down and pulled his cock out of his underwear and positioned it at my pussy. I leaned back and slid right over it. I was already so wet and turned on, that he glided right in. We both sighed collectively. It felt like sheer heaven. We belonged together, I could feel it. And I wanted to fuck Raze to make the night right. I didn’t want to go to sleep with my last memories involving being naked in Red’s bed.

  I slowly slid myself down onto his hot and pulsing cock, grabbing his hands for leverage. I moved up and down, taking my time and enjoying every second.

  I picked up the pace a little and bounced, my breasts bouncing along with my every move. Raze and I locked eyes as I rode him. We both knew we were meant to be together, and we knew what we were doing was right.

  Raze slipped his hands around my waist and held on as he fucked me back. The pressure of me sliding down his cock and him pushing upwards into me made him go deep inside me, hitting my wall. It was intense and insane all at the same time. I wanted him to fuck me all night long and as hard as he possibly could. I needed this.

  He fucked me harder and harder, and I could tell he was getting close. I let myself go and knew that I was going to cum soon as well. I took deep breath after deep breath in anticipation of the wild orgasm I could tell was seconds away.

  “Aagh,” Raze yelled out. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me like a wild snake as my pussy began to tighten around it. Ripples of ecstasy ran through my body, and my pussy was on fire. We came together, and then I collapsed on top of him.

  Our bodies were sticky and almost melted together as he laid there heaving, huffing, and puffing.

  Raze reached up and moved the hair out of my face as he leaned up and kissed me.

  “I really like you, Mia,” he huffed as he attempted to catch his breath.

  “I really like you too, Raze,” I sighed back.

  I climbed off of him and laid next to him, in the crook of his arm. I threw my arm around him again and held on tight. Nothing was going to tear us apart from here on out. I refused to let that happen. I really liked him, he was mine, and that was that.

  “Let’s get some shut eye,” he said. “We have a big day tomorrow. We’re getting up at four to get ready and leave.”

  Raze was serious about this and that made me very happy. I knew then that he was serious about being with me and wanting to build a life together. We were going to be very happy together, I just knew it. The best was yet to be, and we were just getting started.

  I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep in Raze’s arms. The next thing I knew, his phone alarm was going off at four in the morning. He popped up, reached over, and turned it off as quickly as possible. The walls in the motel were paper thin, and he didn’t want anyone to hear us.

  As soon as I realized that we were putting our plan into action, adrenaline and excitement coursed through my veins.

  CHAPTER 4

  Raze hopped in the shower and I followed him.

  “Why hello there,” he said as I entered the shower fully nude.

  “Thought you could use some help,” I smiled. I grabbed a bar of soap and began soaping down his hot, hard, tatted body. I focused on his cock, giving him a slippery, wet, and wild hand job.

  Raze moaned, “Mia, we can’t do this. Not now. Not yet. We have to get out of here.”

  I pouted as he pulled my hips towards him and leaned in for a kiss. The warm water from the shower caressed our bodies as we were melded together once more. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but we knew we couldn’t waste any more time.

  We quickly finished our showers, got dressed and ready, and tip toed out of the motel. We found his bike in the lineup of parked bikes outside and walked it down a block to a gas station. Raze had hoped that the blaring rumble of the motor wouldn’t wake up anyone if we were down the street.

  He handed me a helmet as I hopped on the bike behind him, wrapping my arms around him tight. He started his bike and eased on the throttle as he tried to quietly yet quickly exit the city.

  About an hour later, we ended up in the next town. We stopped for gas and decided to get breakfast at a little café on the corner.

  Raze checked his phone. “Well, it’s a good sign that no one’s tried to call me yet. Means they haven’t noticed I’m gone.”

  “We’re really doing this, huh?” He smiled. I could tell he was trying to hide his nervousness. He was a good man who had never disobeyed his father.

  “Everything’s going to be fine,” I assured him. “I promise.”

  “I know,” Raze said as he leaned in to kiss me. “Whatever happens, just know you were worth it.”

  I cocked my head to the side, “What are you talking about? Don’t talk like that.”

  Raze shook his head. “Forget what I said.”

  I could tell that there was so much more about the Black Ice gang that I didn’t know about. Apparently they were more serious than I’d imagined. They weren’t just a bunch of guys who liked motorcycles.

  “I just want to be with you, Raze,” I said.

  He leaned in and kissed me again, and in that moment nothing else mattered.

  We ate our breakfast at the café then hopped back on his bike, riding off into the sunset towards
our new future together.

  CHAPTER 5

  Riding on the back of Raze’s hog was the most exhilarating feeling I’d ever experienced. It was freedom like nothing else.

  With breakfast settling in our full bellies and the rattling and roaring of the bike beneath us, the sun was just starting to come up over the horizon. There were hardly any other vehicles on the road, so it felt like that stretch of highway was ours and only ours. As I wrapped my arms around Raze’s washboard abs, I knew he was mine at long last.

  In a lot of ways, Raze had saved me. He saved me from a life of working in that flea bag motel. He saved me from a life of never getting out of that God-forsaken small town; the only town I’d known my entire life. He saved me from a future of mundane nothingness. But in that moment, however, I wondered if maybe I had saved him too. He seemed to want out of the MC lifestyle pretty badly. It was the only lifestyle he’d never known, and although he was the vice president, it seemed at time he felt powerless against the strict rules of the gang. I’d gotten the impression that he’d been involved in some pretty shady things, but I’d never asked any questions. Heck, he wouldn’t even tell my why his road name was Razor. He was closed book sometimes, but I hoped that someday I could get him to open up a little.

  I knew that anything bad Raze had ever done was because he didn’t have a choice. And I knew deep down that he was a good man stuck in in a bad rut. I wanted to save him, and I hoped I could save him.

  We rode for a few hours, wind in our faces and the roaring of the cycle in our ears, until we came to a small town just north of the highway. Raze pulled off on the exit and we stopped at a local Wal-Mart to stretch our legs and get something to drink.

  “You doing okay?” I asked him as I noticed his concerned look. “You look like you’re thinking about something.”

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, although I didn’t quite believe him. I took a good, hard look at the man standing in front of me. He stood in his tight blue jeans, cut off t-shirt, and leather cut.

  “Are you going to keep your cut, Raze?” I asked him as I ran my finger down his vest. The vest was covered with the gang’s colors, Kelley green and royal blue, and his name was embroidered on the inside. The gang’s logo was on the back.

  Raze shuddered for a second as I remembered women were not allowed to touch their cuts. They were sacred, like a piece of protective armor.

  “I’m sorry,” I said as I backed away. I must have looked afraid.

  Raze looked irritated for half of a second before a calm look washed over his face. “It’s okay, Mia.”

  He grabbed his cut and slipped it off his shoulders, one by one, never breaking eye contact with me. He walked over to a nearby trash can and threw it in. It was gone forever. A day from now it would be sitting, rotting in a landfill somewhere.

  “Wow,” I said as I watched him toss it. “That’s a big step, Raze.”

  He stepped back over to me and slipped his hands around my narrow waist, pulling me in closer to him.

  “It’s all for you,” he said. “I just want to be with you. I refuse to put you in danger again. You didn’t deserve what you were about to go through. You’re a good girl, Mia.”

  “It certainly wasn’t something I was looking forward to,” I lamented. “But if it was going to be the only way we could be together…”

  I glanced up into his steel blue eyes and saw a pained face. I realized that I was quickly falling harder and harder for a man I hardly knew. We were both taking a huge leap of faith by doing what we were doing. Maybe it was crazy. Maybe it was idiotic. Maybe we were a couple of fools, but it felt right. We found in each other what we’d both been looking for all along.

  “Do you think we should change our looks?” I asked him. “Are people going to be looking for us?”

  Raze pursed his lips as he thought about it for a while. “Probably wouldn’t hurt. Nothing drastic. Just change our clothes for now.”

  We headed inside the big box store and bee lined for the clothing section. We pulled armfuls of clothes off the racks, and we grabbed anything that was going to make us blend in with regular people. Raze traded his tight blue jeans in for chinos and his cut off t-shirts for polos. I grabbed some khaki shorts and button down shirts. We laughed at how ridiculously normal we looked, but we knew it was for the best. We also grabbed a pair of clippers and scissors before we checked out. Raze’s wavy, longish dark hair was going to soon turn into a buzz cut much to my dismay, but it had to be done. My long, blonde hair which I’d spent years growing down to the middle of my back, was going to soon be above my shoulders. It was okay though, it was just hair. It’d grow back eventually.

  We climbed back on his bike, our old clothes in the trash and our new ones on our backs and zipped up in saddle bags, and rode off. We had been headed west the entire time, but I knew Raze new that part of the country a little better. We’d met in Oklahoma, but his gang was based out of Southern California. I figured we’d end up somewhere in between. Neither of us were east coasters.

  We rode a few more hours and stopped in another town just on the edge of the Colorado border. I climbed off, followed by Raze, who seemed annoyed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

  “This thing has been going off nonstop all day,” he said.

  “They’re probably wondering where the hell we are,” I said. “Probably more you than me.”

  Raze shook his head as he scrolled through text after text and missed call after missed call.

  “What are you going to do?” I asked.

  Without any kind of warning, he threw his phone on the ground. It immediately broke off into several pieces and the screen shattered. He took the heel of his boot and finished cracking it into a million more pieces until it was nothing but tiny little bits scattered all over the pavement.

  I took a step back. I’d never seen him do anything like that before.

  “Whoa,” I said as I covered my mouth. “You sure that was the right thing to do?”

  “Give me your phone,” he commanded as he outstretched his hand towards me.

  I didn’t question him. I reached into my purse slowly, pulled out my phone, and placed it in his big, strong hand. Within seconds it, too, was smashed into smithereens.

  “Okay, so what are we going to do about phones now?” I asked, trying hard not to sound like I didn’t trust his decisions.

  “We’re getting Trac Fones,” he said. “That way they can’t reach us and they can’t track us. We’ll be virtually untraceable.”

  I breathed a deep sigh of relief as it all made sense now. He had a good point. They could easily pin point our exact location using our cell phones.

  “I can’t believe it took me this long to even think about that,” he said.

  The sun was beginning to set over the horizon. It felt like just minutes ago that we were riding off into the sunset and now our first day of freedom was coming to a close.

  “Should we settle in?” I asked him as I glanced around. We were in some truck stop parking lot, and I didn’t even know which town it was. All I knew was that I was hungry and tired.

  “Yeah,” he said as he honed in on a motel across the street. It was just as seedy as the one I used to work in, but all I wanted was a place to rest my tired bones.

  CHAPTER 6

  We checked into the motel and dropped off our bags in our room. To my surprise, the rooms had been recently remodeled despite the horrible exterior of the hotel. The peeling yellow paint, rotting shingles, and falling awnings were a far cry from how the interior rooms looked. For that I was grateful.

  “I’m hungry,” I moaned to Raze as I rubbed my gurgling stomach.

  “I know, babe,” he said. “Me too. Let’s go grab a bite to eat.”

  We climbed back on his bike and rode up and down Main Street looking for a restaurant of some sort, but all we found were bars.

  “Is bar food going to be okay?” he yelled back over the roar of the engine.

  I nodded in
to his side mirror, and he pulled into a spot in front of one of the bars. We climbed inside and my mouth salivated at the thought downing some fried pickles and a tenderloin and washing it down with a tall, ice cold beer. I could taste the sweet and savory goodness already.

  We stepped into the dark, smoke filled bar and took a seat in the corner booth. Raze always liked to face the doorway, so I let him pick which side he wanted. He was always on the lookout, and I thought it was pretty sexy of him to be so protective.

  A waitress with bright red hair, pink lipstick, and a mouthful of bubble gum came up to take our orders.