Bryan slaps him in the back of the head, and I crack up. The look on Razor’s face is priceless.
Hunter just shakes his head. “Glad you’re all okay. Next time, though, let one of us at least know where you’re off to.”
“Sorry, brother.” Cynthia goes to stand by him, giving him a loud kiss on the cheek.
Razor walks up to me, taking my arm. “I want you alone, Fiasca.”
I smile at him. “Absolutely.”
Razor
It’s about fucking time I got Fiasca all to myself. I've been patient; but dammit, I haven’t even got to fuck her yet. That ends now.
“Where are we going?” She beams up at me as we walk hand-in-hand.
“My room,” I grin salaciously, wagging my brows.
“It’s not big enough for naked wrestling,” she wheezes, falling into giggles.
“Fiasca, don't threaten me with a good time.” We get to my door, and I let us both in. “Have a seat, gorgeous.”
Fiasca smiles, holding my eye contact as she ever-so-slowly peels off her shirt, then her pants. She hops onto the bed, and jumps up to her knees, arching her back, wiggling her luscious ass.
“Oh, little one—you are in so much trouble now.” My voice deepens with my arousal.
I whip off my clothes so fast, I scrape myself with my nails when I go to unlatch my bra. I jump onto the bed next to her, pulling her into my lap.
“Hello, Razor,” she whispers, my hard, pierced cock laying against her bare skin. She leans in to kiss me, and I fall into her.
“Does this mean you forgive me?” I practically beg.
“Yes, Razor. I forgive you. And love you,” Fiasca says in a serious tone, showing me she means every word she says.
She looks down at my cock, and gasps. “Um, is that a piercing? Wait, there’s more than one? Holy Buckets!”
I laugh at her reaction. “Yeah, baby. It's called a Jacob’s Ladder.”
“Really? I want to climb it.” Grinning, Fiasca runs her tongue over her lips.
As she moves to touch me, my door bursts open.
A frantic-looking Frost stands there, chest heaving.
“Whoa, man... everything cool?” I ask in concern.
He doesn’t say a word—just stands there.
Fiasca looks at him in confusion. “Frost? You okay? You can, um, stay, if you want.”
Frost still doesn’t speak, just closes the door behind him, flipping the lock. I look at my girl, and she shrugs. Her breathing has picked up; I'm betting having an audience is turning her on.
“You like being watched, baby? I remember when I played with that pussy walking through the courtyard; your bare ass hanging out for all to see. You enjoyed it then.” I chuckle.
Frost growls low in his throat, curling his lip. I ignore him, choosing to display my girl in all her glory.
I pull her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs as far as they’ll go, propping a pillow under her hips. I move behind her, grabbing her arms and pulling them up, holding them together in one hand.
Fiasca is breathing in choppy bursts. “Please, please,” she begs.
