Chapter 48
SUNDAY
This had better not be a dream because if it is, I never want to wake up. What began as a nightmare has turned into the most impossible dream come true.
Razor came for me.
The Reapers came for me, and I will never stop being grateful for that.
My fingers go to my neck, and I shiver inside, remembering what could have been my fate. The memory of not being able to breathe is still fresh in my mind.
I almost lost everything before I found him again, and apparently Razor always felt the same but never let on.
I will deal with that later, but right now all I want is to be close to him. Safe, secure, and happy, knowing I am where I was always meant to be.
I follow him to a guest room and blink at the decadence.
“Bonnie would never leave this place.”
Razor chuckles. “Can you imagine? She would demand a total refit of The Rubicon. Ryder’s reserves wouldn’t bear up under the strain.”
I wander around the room, blinking in astonishment at the sheer luxury of this place.
The smart furnishings that appear untouched, expensive art, heavy silk drapes, paneled walls, and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling in the bedroom.
The luxury bathroom where marble mixes with chrome, fur with cotton, and every modern gadget blends in with chic luxury, creating an experience I doubt I will ever witness again.
I turn to Razor and my heart rate increases. He is one gorgeous guy, and even though I prefer him in leather, he cuts a commanding figure in his black suit.
His gaze burns, and as he opens his arms, I run into them, loving how they fold around me, his strength tender but reassuring as he drops a light kiss on my head, his breathing deep and comforting against my ear.
“I’m sorry, darlin’. I will never stop apologizing for letting you walk away without declaring my feelings.”
“None of that matters now we are here.”
He presses me in closer, desire heavy in the air, and his low growl lights the flickering flame inside me, causing me to moan.
“Would it be rude to get naked right now?”
His low chuckle lights a smile, and he pulls back, tilts my face to his, his gaze dark, yearning, heated, as he whispers, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Without breaking eye contact, he eases the dress off my shoulder; it falls to the deep carpet in a heap, his expression lustful and filled with emotion.
I ease his jacket off, the shirt following quickly, longing to press my skin against his body, desperate to be close.
He angles my face and kisses me deeply, our tongues tangling, his fist curling in my hair. A low moan begins somewhere deep inside me as I kiss him back, my hunger real, my mind already gone.
Somehow, the rest of our clothes join the others in a pile, and he swings me in his arms, his lips never breaking away from mine.
We fall onto the bed, the cushions scattering, our bodies molding together, a desperate need to be closer overwhelming.
He pinches my chin lightly between two fingers and gazes deep into my eyes, his burning with tenderness, passion and a deep yearning that I share.
No words are spoken, no need for foreplay; we both know what we want, and who the hell cares if it’s quick. Our connection is unbreakable as he enters me deep, our desperate groans blending, my breath hitching as he returns home where he belongs.
I’m emotional as he claims my body as if it were yesterday and not several interminable months that have passed in pain before the sweetest homecoming.
I grip him tight, afraid to let go, and his familiar groan tells me we are on the same page.
He moves deeper, pulling out just enough to create friction, my pussy a jealous one, clamping down on him, refusing to let go.
It’s quick; it always was going to be as we crash and burn together, unable to hold back. I’ve waited so long for this, never really believing I’d experience it again, and tears are my happy companions as I return home. I should have never left.
* * *
I’m not sure how long we lie glued together before we hear movement from inside the building and Razor groans. “They’re back.”
With a deep sigh, he rolls off me and turns, his broad smile a welcome one as I gaze at him with happiness, desperate to commit every line, every scar, every inch of his face to memory.
“I’ll clean up and head down to meet them. Take your time, darlin’, then come and find us. I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”
I smile, reaching out, tracing his lips with my fingers, gazing at him with happiness, not pretending, not holding back.
“I love you, Razor.”
I don’t expect him to answer me, but he reaches out and cups my face in his giant hand, and his gaze burns as he says huskily, “I love you, Sunday. I can’t promise you an easy ride with me because I’m a difficult son of a bitch, but I will always love you until I take my last breath and that will never change. ”
I nod, accepting him for who he is. I always did, and as voices rumble from outside our open window on the terrace below, I whisper, “Go and find your brothers. I won’t be long.”
* * *
When Razor showers and leaves, I don’t rush.
As I stand for a long time under the steam of the shower, I cleanse my body of the past year.
The pain of losing Razor, the other Reapers, the whores.
The fact that my dream of making it in college is not so important anymore.
The months of loss and coping with that.
Anxiety and desperation held deep inside as I painted a smile on my face and attempted to operate when an important part of my machinery was missing.
It all blends into memories and is replaced with hope because my life begins now, the one I have always wanted and never really believed was an option.
My thoughts inevitably turn to Santiago, and I shiver inside. I won’t allow myself to dwell on what may have happened because it never did. I was liberated before he could make his threats a reality, and I will not let it drag me down. I am free of him, and I hope he is dead.
I should really go and find out.
* * *
I find a soft robe in the bathroom and love how it swamps my body, the soft fabric wrapping me in contentment.
I spy our clothes on the floor. Razor left as a Reaper, not a fucking bodyguard, and when he pulled on his jeans and a tight black t-shirt, my breath hitched as it always does because that sight will never get old.
I head off to find the others, and by the sounds of it, they are outside on the terrace. Their low rumble of conversation a familiar one, as the occasional loud laugh accompanies their words.
I head out to meet them, loving how they all jump up, their smiles warm, their pleasure hitting me from all sides.
“Thanks, guys.”
My lip trembles as they waste no time in welcoming me back. Each hug is a welcome one, as they reassure me. First Creed, then Snake, Blade then Tyson, Summer beaming beside him as she pushes him out of the way, whispering as she holds me close.
“Thank God you’re home, honey.”
She pulls away, and Ryder grins, his powerful eyes flashing with warmth. I step into his outstretched arms, and he says softly, “Welcome home, darlin’. You gave us quite a scare.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No apologies necessary; never do that. All that matters is you’re home and I have a strong feeling you’re back where you belong.”
“You got that right.”
He pulls away and winks, causing me to grin and I move beside Razor. I love how his hand curls in mine as he pulls me beside him on the comfortable seat set around a fire-pit, that blazes with warmth in the cool Los Angeles night air.
We grab a cool beer and settle down for the debrief, and as I snuggle against Razor, I love how his arm circles my shoulder, his ownership obvious.
This is happiness to me, and it always will be.