Chapter Eleven
Maeve had known about the town hall, because apparently when their parents were still alive, that was where they went for date night. Her sister hadn’t gone.
Eden didn’t even know about it, but Maeve helped her pick out a dress.
She was advised to wear a knee-length one, a pair of flats, and before she could say otherwise, Maeve did her hair and makeup.
This was her sister taking it easy, but it was hard for her not to touch makeup or do something with hair.
Razor arrived at exactly seven at night, and he was dressed in his leather cut, a pair of jeans, and a flannel shirt, which seemed so out of character for him. Also, his thick, black hair was slicked back.
He had his bike, and Eden didn’t know if it was even going to be safe to ride, not that she was making excuses, because she would never do that.
Razor took control, and she was on the back of his bike, her dress secured between her thighs, and she wrapped her arms around him as he rode out from her driveway. Maeve had already wished them a good night, and they headed into town.
The main parking lot for the town had several cars in it, and she knew that had to be for this dance event.
He parked, took her hand, and they walked together toward the town hall. She saw the lights were on, the doors were open, and as they made their way inside, she spotted couples.
Now she understood a little more what Razor had meant when he said this wasn’t for the dating scene. The people she saw were all couples—married couples, or longtime relationship couples. She and Razor were the odd two, seeing as their relationship had only just started.
He didn’t let go of her hand, and no one turned on them, telling them they had to get out, so that was a bonus.
Across the dance floor, she spotted the large table laden with snacks and party food. There was also another table in the opposite corner with beers and boxed wine, as well as sodas. The lights were still aglow.
Eden kept to Razor’s side, and she couldn’t help but wonder if someone would come and attempt to kick them out because they were not a longtime couple.
“You want a soda?” Razor asked.
“Yes.”
They made their way toward the drinks, and he grabbed two cans of orange soda, opening one and passing it to her. She took a sip. She was not a big soda lover, but she didn’t like drinking beer or wine.
“Maeve told me this is where our parents came for date night.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. I’m surprised because I had never even heard of it.
” She smiled up at him. She took another sip of the soda, and she had nearly finished the whole thing when the lights dimmed and a party ball came on, then the lights seemed to shimmer.
Razor scrunched up his soda can and tossed it in the trash, took hers and did the same.
He grabbed her hand as the music started, and Eden knew it was a country song. Everyone lined up, and she had feeling they were about to do some line dancing. She hadn’t done this since she was a kid in high school.
Eden was nervous, but Razor didn’t let go of her hand. “I don’t know the moves,” she said.
“Honey, barely any of us know the moves, you just keep moving. Trust me, this is only to get people moving and have fun. Loosen up those muscles.”
She recognized Tabitha, who was married to Archie. Tabitha owned the florist shop, while Archie was an electrician.
It was hard to stay tense for too long. It was a lot of fun, attempting to keep up with everyone. She didn’t know how long they were line dancing, but it did break up and people started to dance in couples.
Razor took the lead, and the songs went from slow to speedy and she needed to keep up with him. She loved it.
There was not a moment she didn’t stop laughing. It felt so good to relax and have fun. She also noticed the way Razor kept touching her. He would pull her close and his fingers would stroke the base of her back, or he’d touch her hands. She loved his hands on her.
On the more active dances, he would bring her in close so her back was against him, but she’d feel the hard ridge of his cock as it pressed against her back, and she relished every second of his touch.
When they needed some food, they would step off the dance floor. No one argued. If people bumped into one another, there was an apology, a laugh, and a giggle.
By the end of the night, which was only ten o’clock, it was time to leave, and Eden slid her arm into Razor’s as they made their way out into the night.
“How did you know about this place?” she asked.
“Took a ride out one night, found it, went inside. I was told I would need a partner, that it was the third Saturday of every month. It looked like a lot of fun. Did you enjoy it?”
“Loved it,” she said.
“Do you want to go back in three weeks?” he asked.
“You’ve got yourself a date.” Eden laughed.
They made their way back toward his bike, and Razor stopped and pulled her in close. “Do you want to go back to my place or yours?” he asked.
She put her hands on his chest and did what she had wanted to do all night. She went onto her tiptoes and kissed him. “Come to mine,” she said.
“You don’t mind?”
“Not at all.”
“What about Maeve?”
“She won’t mind.” It wasn’t like she had ever taken a guy back to her place.
Razor broke the kiss, climbed on the back of his bike, and this time she didn’t hesitate. She arranged her skirt, wrapped her arms around his waist, and he started up the bike.
This felt different from earlier. When he picked her up, they were getting ready to go out on a date. This time, they were getting ready to go and fuck.
She pressed her face against his neck, not attempting to torment him, she just couldn’t stop touching him.
He seemed to pick up speed, and she didn’t care that she wasn’t wearing a helmet. It felt so good to be close to him, and she didn’t want to lose that.
The bike came to a stop just outside of her house, and she climbed off but didn’t have to worry about her wobbly legs, because Razor was right there, lifting her up into his arms. She reached into her jacket and grabbed her key, which he took. It looked like most of the lights were out.
“We’re going to have to be quiet. I don’t want to wake Maeve,” she said.
“Got it.”
They were inside, and she tried to tell him she could walk. Razor was not listening to her. He closed the door, and she had to shush him, while he laughed. It felt like they were making a ton of noise. She giggled.
He laughed, and they somehow made it upstairs. Her sister’s bedroom was closed, and she tried to be quiet.
Razor had turned them toward her own bedroom, but she watched her sister’s door open.
“Did you two have a nice time?” Maeve asked.
She looked at her sister and smiled. “Yes, we had a great time.” Her face was getting redder.
“Good. Is Razor staying the night?” Maeve asked.
“Yep,” Eden said.
“See you both in the morning.”
Maeve spun on her heel and went back into her bedroom, closing the door. She couldn’t help but laugh as Razor spun her around, and they both collapsed onto the bed.
She ran her hands up his chest and circled his neck, just as he leaned down and took possession of her lips.
The kiss made her toes curl. He didn’t linger as he suddenly rolled her over and slowly eased the zipper of her dress down her back.
She helped to wriggle out of it, and Razor was a master as he had her dress, bra, and panties gone while he was still in his leather cut.
She lifted up, ran her hands under his jacket, and he removed it, letting it fall to the floor. She moaned his name, not wanting to let go. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she grabbed his flannel shirt and started to work the buttons.
He took over and peeled it off his body, but when it came to his pants, he stopped her. Eden frowned as he crawled off the edge of the bed but didn’t stand up. She let out a squeal of laughter as he captured her ankle and pulled her down the bed.
Her legs were hanging off the bed, and he spread them wide.
She gasped as his fingers touched her pussy and he spread the lips.
She felt his fingers dance across her clit, and then she felt his mouth.
This made her cry out as his tongue took over for his fingers.
She couldn’t think. She couldn’t focus. Her body was on fire.
He stroked his tongue across her clit, then circled around before gliding down. He did this repeatedly, and then slid down, going toward her entrance, where he started to rock in and out of her. She cried his name. The pleasure was intense.
After he fucked her a few times with his tongue, he then drew it up, took her clit into his mouth, and sucked hard.
She was close to orgasm, and he held her clit between his teeth and slid his tongue across her nub, building up her pleasure, and she came apart. Eden tried to hold it together, but she literally fell apart, mindless from the pleasure. She didn’t want it to stop.
Even before she came down from her peak, he moved her up across the bed and she felt him press inside her.
Inch by inch, he lifted her thighs to keep them high on his waist, and he started to rock inside her, going harder and deeper. She screamed his name, feeling the pleasure rush through her whole body.
He pounded inside her, and the bed was hitting the wall, but she didn’t care. This was better than anything she had ever experienced, and she felt him change as his cock hardened, and right before he came, he kissed her, and she felt his release as he growled against her lips.
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Eden was not a master of sneaking around, but he could have probably earned a doctorate for it.
He knew how to sneak and making his way downstairs for breakfast and getting the coffee on, he felt pretty smug with himself.
He wore his jeans but no shirt, and he went through their fridge.
Razor figured the scent of coffee and bacon would wake Eden.