Chapter 2
Razor stood and held a hand out to help Honey. Her slacks clung to the vinyl, making her movements even more difficult. Self-conscious, Honey tried to hurry, so she didn’t take any more of his time. Of course, that never worked. Her legs felt like she was moving through concrete.
“Razor, you’ve been so nice. I don’t want to hold you up. You don’t need to wait for me. I’m a slowpoke.” Please let him go on.
“That’s not happening, Little girl.”
Honey froze as a thrill zinged through her at that term.
Before she could react further, he continued, “I don’t have anywhere I need to be. Take your time. There’s no rush.”
“Are you all leaving?” a male voice asked from behind Razor’s back.
Honey sped up her process, scooting faster, and caught her toe on the center support of the table.
She jolted forward, closing her eyes to avoid watching the impending impact of her face on the hard Formica surface.
When her forward progress suddenly stopped, Honey looked down to see Razor’s arm braced across her torso.
She had no idea how he’d acted so quickly.
“Thanks,” she said, hating the shakiness in her voice.
“I’m glad I was here.”
“Me too,” Honey told him honestly. He was like a guardian angel.
Razor turned his head to address the man hovering to take the table. “Go away.”
“Hey, man. I’m not causing any problems. I saw you leaving and thought….”
“Go away,” Razor interrupted him.
“I’ll take care of this, Razor,” a gruff voice commented.
Honey’s face heated with embarrassment. Could this get any worse? Now, two more Devil Daddies MC members stood on either side of the group waiting for the table. “Give me a minute. I’ll get out of here.”
Razor’s hand closed gently over her shoulder, silencing her. “Thanks, Pirate. Find them another table, please.”
The other biker looked at him for a few seconds before nodding. “Got it. Not kicked out. Just relocated.”
“Oh, no…,” Honey protested. Razor’s hand tightened slightly on her shoulder—not painfully, but his grip captured her attention.
“Thanks, Pirate,” Razor said.
“Come on, folks. I’ve got a better place for you next to the dance floor. Follow me.”
“Dude! That’s awesome. We saw a reserved table….” The man’s voice disappeared into the crowd noise as they moved away.
“Let me help you, Honey.” Razor scooped her up from the bench seat and set Honey on her feet. She grabbed his arm in surprise as she steadied herself. He held on to her as she regained her balance.
Both relieved and self-conscious about his help, Honey muttered, “Thanks.”
Honey felt like a complete fool. She should not have come here. But inside, she knew she’d often think of her time there with the handsome biker, the amazing author, and sweet Winnie. She wouldn’t return if she didn’t have the strength to fend for herself.
“My pleasure. Are you ready to leave, or would you like to dance?” Razor asked as a slow song filled the air.
“I….” Instant desire to enjoy moving to the music flooded her. Like she had before. Honey needed to start home. But when would she have this opportunity again? “Dance. I’d like to dance, please. That is, if you don’t mind my tripping over your feet.”
“That will never happen. Let me carry this for you.”
He looped her purse over his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her.
After effortlessly lifting her feet from the ground, Razor navigated through the crowd until they were surrounded by the couples on the dance floor.
The similar positions of the others held close kept Honey from feeling conspicuous.
She bet no one could see that her toes hovered over the floor.
His body felt amazing against her. Even in her prime dating days, Honey hadn’t gone out with anyone in Razor’s buff shape. He held her effortlessly pressed to his muscular frame as he swayed to the music.
Treasuring every second, Honey hoped she’d remember this moment. The allure of the beat, the thrill of his hard form against her, and the freedom of moving combined to overwhelm her. She blinked away the tears that prickled against her eyelids. She could be sad later.
Razor tightened one arm, transferring her weight as he raised a hand to cup her cheek. Her gaze flew to mesh with his. “I’m going to kiss you, Little girl. Tell me no now if you don’t want this.”
She’d never see him again. Honey daringly shifted her hands from his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck. “Please,” she whispered.
His lips captured hers in a punishing kiss, and a deep moan welled from inside her.
Not the gentle exchange she’d expected, Razor demanded her response as an electric thrill spread through her.
She opened her lips, inviting him in, and then tangled her tongue with his as he explored her mouth.
Heat built inside her. Had she ever reacted this strongly to anyone?
A clapping sound drew her from the hypnotizing allure of his kiss. Honey pulled away to look around and noticed the music had switched to something upbeat without her realizing it. A few people applauded their exchange as they smiled at the embracing couple.
She pushed at Razor’s shoulders. “They’re watching,” she whispered, trying to gather her thoughts back together.
“I don’t care. Do you?” Razor asked.
Honey paused for a moment and shook her head. “No.”
“Good girl. Ready to go home?” He lowered her feet gently to the floor.
“Yes. Sorry.” Honey dropped her focus to his wide shoulders. She wasn’t a fairytale character with a bright future. She took a step away from him, her exhausted muscles tensing. Just make it to the car.
“The next time you apologize, I’ll spank you, Little girl. Save your regrets for mistakes you choose to make,” Razor told her sternly.
“Spank me?” she echoed and then checked to see if anyone had heard their conversation. Hot scenes from her age play books ricocheted into her mind, skyrocketing her arousal.
“That’s a conversation to have privately, Honey.” Razor wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her as they walked slowly toward the entrance.
To her surprise, Honey didn’t worry what others thought.
They looked like many of the couples in Inferno.
He didn’t hurry or rush her but stayed at a snail’s pace that allowed Honey to navigate easily.
His hold stabilized her, negating her wobbly steps.
People flowed around them as everyone gave the biker plenty of room.
“Are you a bad guy?” she blurted.
“Sure. When it’s warranted. Why?” Razor glanced down at her with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s like there’s a safe zone around you. Around all the guys in leather vests.”
He chuckled. “Cuts.”
“Cuts?” she repeated.
“That’s what an MC member’s vest is called. A cut. We wear them for protection on a ride, but also to announce our ties with our brothers.”
“You’re all family?”
“We are now.”
Honey thought about that as they headed into the parking lot. She pointed to her car. She should send Razor back inside. Reaching the vehicle without his assistance seemed like a colossal feat. He wanted to help.
When they reached her sedan, Honey smiled at Razor. “Thank you so much. You’ve got a gold star in heaven now.”
“Fuck gold stars. I didn’t spend time with you because I’m a saint.”
“Really? Why did you spend time with me?” she asked as she plucked her purse from his shoulder.
“I’m ninety-nine percent sure you’re the Little girl I’ve searched for,” he told her bluntly.
“Little girl?” He’d called her that before. Suddenly, the pieces clicked securely into place. Caroline and Winnie changing to the names of their significant others from Da…. Spanking. The name of the MC. She wasn’t imagining or fantasizing. “Oh, my God! You’re a Daddy. You’re all Daddies?”
“Yes, Honey. I’m a Daddy. Can you be brave enough to let me know if you’re Little?”
Her brain whirled inside her head as her heart beat fast. Could she tell this man, who she’d just met, her innermost fantasies? She opened her mouth to deny everything, and “yes” came out. Honey stared at him, unable to believe she’d admitted the truth.
“Good girl. You’ve had enough excitement today. Can you read this?” he asked, pointing to a round patch on his jacket.
Honey stared at him as her scrambled brain tried to understand what he had requested. His tapping motion on his chest helped her focus. She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. Read it? She couldn’t pick out any letters in the blurry shape.
“Devil Daddies MC,” she guessed with bravado as if she could actually see it well.
Razor pulled out his phone and made a call. “Vex? I’m going to text you an address. Come pick me up when I message. Thanks. I owe you one.”
He met Honey’s gaze and asked, “Where do you live, sweetness?”
Without thinking, she recited, “10245 East Robinson Street.” He keyed the information into his phone.
“Thank you. Keys?”
She opened her purse and rummaged around. “I have the fob in here somewhere.” Of course, she couldn’t find it.
Razor reached for the door handle and opened it. He pushed the unlock button, and the other doors released. “Thank goodness for technology. Let’s get you tucked inside.” He lifted Honey and carried her around to the passenger side.
“I can’t drive from over here,” she told him.
“You can’t steer when you can’t see. I’ll take you home.”
“Oh, no. I’m fine. I can drive,” she rushed to assure him. She couldn’t lose her car. It was her lifeline to work and freedom.
“Lift your right foot.”
They both focused on her leg as she battled to move it. Finally, it jerked upward as if it had a life of its own.
“It’s not safe for you to be behind the wheel. I can put you in an Uber, but I’d worry about you. Or I can drive you and make sure you get home. I’m choosing that option. Okay? Can you trust me?”
Struggling with her obvious inability and a flare of anger at him for proving it, Honey stared at him for a couple of seconds before asking, “Should I trust you?”
“Yes.”
“Please take me home.”