“I want you to hear it from me first. Big E didn’t make it.” He holds up his bottle. “Tonight, we drink to our fallen brother.”
Looking around, I take drinks to those who don’t have one.
When everyone has a glass, Saint says, “To Big E.”
“To Big E!”
Saint takes a swig from his bottle. “We’ll make sure the fuckers who did this pay. For now, we need to keep our heads on straight.”
King adds, “Tonight we grieve. Tomorrow we kick ass.”
Rowdy cheers fill the room and I deliver more drinks. At one point, I take whole bottles to the tables, so the guys can serve themselves, because there’s no way I can keep up with them.
Razor saunters over to the bar and gets my attention.
“Hey babe.”
“Hey.”
“Still feeling good?”
He winks and I grin.
“You know it.”
“Good. We could all use a little sunshine right now, even though you’re looking a little stressed.”
“I’m not stressed. I just want to make sure everyone is good. Jas went to be with Mama Bear.” I pause. “I’m so sorry that Big E didn’t make it.”
“We all are. He was one of the good guys. Didn’t deserve a fucked up ending like this.”
He takes a long sip from his bottle, but I don’t miss the tears in his eyes.
“I wish there was something else I could do to help.”
“Just keep the drinks coming and keep on smiling. That’s about all you can do.”
I really hope I’m not about to overstep or make things weird.
“I’m here if you need me, Razor.”
“Thanks, babe. I’ll keep that in mind.”
He walks away and I get back to work, trying not to let my guilt get to me too much. Again, I have to ask myself if I’m responsible for Big E’s death.
I serve drinks until three in the morning. Most of the guys have either passed out or left, but a few still hang on. They’re older members who knew Big E the longest, and they share stories about him that make everyone smile in remembrance.
“Everyone, I’m heading out. I’m leaving bottles on the counter. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I put ten bottles on the bar top and lock up the rest of the booze. One last look around, and I leave the main room. My feet ache, but I know the guys are feeling worse than me. They lost one of their own tonight. The magnitude of this can be seen by the haunted looks in their eyes even as they shared stories of their friend. They wanted to drink their sorrows away, and some wanted to fuck away their pain, which means I never saw Jas or any of the club whores for the rest of the night.
Razor passes me, stumbling a bit. I go to his side, putting my arm around his waist to balance him.
“Easy there. You’re going to fall if you’re not careful.”
He gives me a lazy smile. “Making sure I don’t fall? I’m touched.”
“Come on, big boy. I’ll help you to your room.”
We make our way slowly down the hallway. When we get to his door, he has to enter his code twice before it opens. His room is as big as mine, but there aren’t many personal items. There are, however, enough electronics to make my head spin. He has a gaming system with two large screens that has me itching to sit and play, especially when I see an original Nintendo system.
But Razor needs help getting to his bed right now. We cross the room and he climbs onto his massive bed, pulling me with him.
“Hey there. What are you doing?”
His eyes are already heavy with sleep. “Just cuddle with me. I don’t want to be alone right now.”
He falls back into the mountain of pillows and fluffy bedding.
“Just sleep?”
He nods, eyes closing. I guess it won’t hurt, so I move next to him, pulling the blanket around both of us. He puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to his body. I’m not mad, though, because this is kind of nice, even if it’s just because he’s drunk and in pain. So, I’ll just enjoy this bit of contact until he falls asleep and then I’ll go to my own room.
Something presses between my legs and I rock closer to it, letting out a little moan when I feel a delicious friction.
“Easy there,” Razor says in a gravelly voice. “Keep doing that and we’ll both be sorry.”
I open my eyes and gasp. We’re wrapped around each other in an intimate way. And that thing pressing between my legs, well, I’m pretty sure it’s his morning wood.
I say, “Sorry. I meant to go to my own room after you went to sleep. Guess your bed is just too cozy, though.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m not complaining about waking up like this. I just don’t want to come in my jeans, which I will if you keep rubbing on me like that.”
“There’s an easy solution for that – take off your jeans.”
The words come out before I can stop them.
I quickly amend, “I didn’t mean it the way it came out!”
He grins. “I like the way you think, babe.”
He pulls back and kicks his jeans off. His woody tents his boxers, but he makes no attempt to hide it. Instead, he pulls me close again.
“Kind of hard to act cool right now with that massive thing between us.”
“Massive thing? Never heard it called that before.” He grins. “Know what would make you feel better?”
“What?”
“If you took your pants off, too. Had a little skin to skin contact.”
I let out a little laugh. “That doesn’t sound like a very smart idea.”
But, I pull back and tug my jeans off, too. Because I crave this kind of danger. His eyes roam over my lower half. The thong I’m wearing doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
“Like what you see?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I move back into his embrace. His cock rubs against my lower stomach, sending a rush of desire to my core. We lie like this for a few minutes before I decide to be bold.
“I still think we both have too many clothes on.”
“Oh yeah?”
Sitting, I pull my shirt over my head and then unclasp my bra. He yanks his shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
“Ball’s in your court, babe,” Razor says with a grin as he lies back.
I run my hand over his smooth stomach, down to his boxers. “These need to go, too.”
I help him tug them off. His cock is hard and rests on his stomach. Pre-cum glistens the tip and I lean down, licking it off. He watches me as I take him into my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth. When he lets out a moan, I pick up my pace. When I cup his balls, his hips rise, pushing his cock further down my throat.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?”
I meet his gaze and hum.
“God damn.”
I pull back and wipe the spit from my chin.
“Not going to give me a happy ending?”
I shake my head. “You’re going to give me one.”
I grab one of the condoms from the nightstand and put it on him. Moving over him, I grasp his cock and settle onto it. I don’t even take my thong off. No, I just pull it aside. We both let out moans as he fills me, stretching me. Rocking my hips, I find a stride that sets both of us on fire. His fingers dig into my skin, sending sparks of pain that makes my nipples hard. Leaning forward, I capture his mouth in a kiss.