Chapter Eight
Two Months Later
“So, are you going to spill?” Maeve asked, sitting on the sofa with a large tub of ice cream.
Eden was dressed in jeans and a tight-fitting shirt, courtesy of Maeve’s picks.
She had not worn this shirt since she purchased it.
It was a little revealing and also pushed her boobs together and made them look .
.. there. She didn’t get it. She had curled her brown hair, and Maeve had also taken time to put on some makeup for her.
“What do you want me to spill?” Eden asked.
“You’ve been with him for what, four months nearly?”
“I don’t know. Since Valentine’s Day, maybe?”
“And it’s June, that’s four months. give or take a day or two.”
“What do you want me to spill?”
Maeve shrugged. “How you’re feeling? Has there been any action? Is it just fun, sex, or is it love?”
“That’s a lot of questions,” Eden said.
“And I just got back from three weeks of intense work. I’ve got a little time off, and come on, you have got to tell me something. He is around all the time. He comes for breakfast and he’s here at dinner. That must mean something.”
“He never stays over,” Eden said.
“I know, but you’ve always been a little reserved in that department,” Maeve said.
Eden looked toward her sister. She had never told her sister she hadn’t ever had sex. It wasn’t exactly a topic of conversation she felt like discussing.
“Maeve, I’ve never ... well, I don’t know, I’ve never—”
“You’ve never had sex,” Maeve said.
“How do you know that?”
“I may be busy and travel a lot, but I also listen to town gossip, and I know my sister. You’ve dated, but you’ve never gone too far. Not even with Mac, and trust me, I think that is a good thing. You might have had to go and get tested if you’d jumped in the sack with him.”
“Do you think that’s weird?” she asked. “Being a twenty-five-year-old virgin?”
“No, that’s not weird. I think it’s nice that you’ve not slept with every single man you knew, and that you didn’t give me a hard time when you were at that age when you could have been doing exactly that.”
Eden frowned. “Were you doing that?”
“Hell, no, I was focused on my career, and guys just didn’t appeal to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m the kind of girl that likes a man. Not a boy, or a man boy. I can’t be dealing with that child in a man’s body.” Maeve wrinkled her nose. “It’s not attractive. I don’t want to have to baby someone, certainly not a partner, and trust me, I have watched a lot of couples end up like that.”
Eden couldn’t agree more. “You know, I saw Doc looking at you back at the fair a few months ago.”
Maeve shrugged. “He was asking about his daughter. You know what Razor asked me a few days later. Crap, I am supposed to be organizing that. I promised, and now I’m going to look unprofessional if I don’t. Shit.”
“Don’t panic.”
“No, I’m only as good as my reputation, and I do not like to let people down.” She let out a growl. “I’m sorry, but I am going to have to cramp your style.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m coming with you tonight, and I will organize this thing with his daughter, and I can’t remember her name.”
“It’s Charlotte.”
“Charlotte, of course. I’m also going to need to check that Nancy is okay with me helping her daughter.” Maeve handed her the ice cream, and Eden took out the spoon and had a mouthful. Chocolate fudge ice cream was one of her favorite flavors, but she was also partial to peanut butter flavor.
Just as she put the ice cream in the freezer, there was a knock at her door. She made her way toward the door, and there was Razor, waiting with his leather jacket and that smile that made her feel weak inside.
“Hey,” she said.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked.
“Actually, there is a change of plans. Maeve is getting changed, and she is coming along.”
“Don’t wait for me,” Maeve said, suddenly appearing at the top of the stairs.
Eden looked up to her sister. “But you’re wanting to come, right?”
“I don’t need to worry about any kind of special code to get into the clubhouse, do I?”
“Not at all.”
“Is Doc even there?” Maeve asked. “I’m going to get dressed and ready and if he’s not there, there’s really no point in me going.”
“He’s there.”
Maeve nodded. “Good, I’m going to organize this thing for his daughter. I’ll see you guys there. Don’t wait for me.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yep,” Maeve said. “Trust me. I’m going to organize what I need to, and then I’m coming back home because I’ve got a date with ice cream.”
Eden grabbed her jacket. It was hot out, but from the looks of it, Razor had brought his bike. Razor had told her he wanted to take her for a ride, and she guessed now was the time he was going to do it.
“Okay. See you there.” She closed the door behind her and looked at Razor. “You brought your bike.”
“I thought before we headed to the clubhouse, I could take you for a ride?”
Mac had never taken her for a ride on the back of his bike. He always made some excuse that no chick rode with him. She had a feeling that was total bullshit.
“I’ve never been on a bike before,” she said.
“Then it is your lucky day, because I’m a damn good rider.” He banded his arm around her waist and pulled her in close. “Be ready for the ride of your life.”
She loved when he held her like this. He took her hand and led her to his bike. There was no helmet, and she wanted to ask him about protection, but she also didn’t want to seem like a stick in the mud. So, she stayed silent. This was about new experiences and learning each other.
He climbed onto the back of his machine, and she waited for his invite, which was a simple nod of the head and seemed like a pretty big deal, but she didn’t say anything.
Once on the bike, he waited for her to get comfortable and only then did he turn over the ignition, which caused her to wrap her arms a little more tightly around his waist.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I’m just nervous.” She let out a little laugh she didn’t quite feel.
Then, he pulled away from the curb. She needed to start having more trust, and she did trust Razor. He’d not done anything to ruin her trust. They started to make their way onto the road.
She kept closing her eyes, and she hated that she was ruining this experience, so she forced herself to open them. At first, she did hold tightly to Razor, not wanting to let go.
He picked up speed as soon as she saw the sign that announced they were leaving the town of Rivermont Ridge, and she tried not to panic.
They were going quite fast, but then that fear seemed to change as she started to get into the rhythm of the ride.
It felt incredible. They were moving faster and she let out a squeal, but she didn’t at any point feel like she was going to fall off.
Razor was a master on his bike, and it felt damn incredible.
She didn’t know how long they were riding, but she recognized the clubhouse up ahead, and he slowed down, pulling in and parking his bike alongside similar bikes. She couldn’t help but wonder if they ever ended up on the wrong bikes.
“Do you have to label your bikes?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Nah, we all know which one is ours.”
“How? They all look the same.”
“We all have a different number plate, but we also have different bikes. Trust me, we know.”
She was still straddling his bike and holding onto him.
“Razor?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think I can get off.”
He reached behind him and placed a hand on her thigh. His touch felt so good, even through the thick denim. She was pleased she opted for jeans over a skirt or a dress. There was no way she would have been able to stay modest wearing either of those on this bike.
Both of his hands were on her thighs as he rubbed up and down. “Does that feel any better?” he asked.
“A little bit.”
He chuckled.
“When you get off, grab my hands, and I’ll keep you upright.”
Eden had no idea how they were going to pull this off, but she did as he instructed, climbing off the bike. Razor must have lightning reflexes, because one moment he was on the bike, and the next he was stopping her from falling.
She looked at him and couldn’t resist her gaze falling toward his lips. In that moment, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to close that distance between them and just kiss her.
Razor tucked some hair behind her ear, such a sweet gesture. “Did you like that?” he asked.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Good.”
Was he going to ask to kiss her? Did she have to ask him to kiss her?
His fingers sunk into her hair, and whatever distance there was between them faded as he grabbed her ass, and she moaned his name.
Was it her, or did she feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her?
He growled her name and kissed her. There was no asking. Razor was taking, and she was more than happy with being taken. The way he gripped her ass sent an instant heat between her thighs, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her whole body against him.
He was the one that broke the kiss first, his lips coming toward her ear. “Do you know how crazy you’re making me?” he asked.
She shook her head.
The hand at her ass tightened as he pulled her in close, and she cried out.
It was instant.
The pull.
The lust.
Eden had never felt this way before. She didn’t want it to stop. The pleasure was next level. Not that she knew what kind of pleasure was to be had between a man and woman. Other than a few kisses, she had never gone further with anyone else. This already felt deeper.
Razor stopped. “I better stop, otherwise I would be fucking you in the parking lot.”
Eden wouldn’t have minded. She was a virgin. She had to tell him, right? Was it necessary to tell a guy it was your first time?
He held her hand and they made their way into the main clubhouse, which was full of a lot of people. Once again, she was in a crowd and felt so very awkward. She held onto Razor’s hand tightly.