Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“Not the wheelchair!” burst from her lips. He could tell from her expression that she feared having to use that device.
“We’ll try the scooter first. It requires some balance. I’ll help you practice. I have some tricks.”
She smiled at him. “Thanks.”
“Of course. I’m going to wrap that ankle to give it some support, and we’ll head home.”
Her stomach growled loudly. “Would you move my car, or can I leave it in the parking lot?”
“I’ll drive your Honeymobile home.”
“Honeymobile?” she repeated.
“I figured you bought a beige car to match your name.” Razor winked at her surprised expression. “You didn’t plan that?”
“No. My last car was yellow. Wait! That could be honey too.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “You’re not psychoanalyzing me, are you? Do you think I have some kind of natural sugar fetish?”
He laughed. “Sweetheart, if you have a honey kink, I can’t wait to explore that. I’ll order some rubber sheets.”
When her expression didn’t lighten, he knew his degree bothered her. It made a lot of people uncomfortable. He understood their feelings completely. No one wanted to think someone could figure out their inner secrets.
“I don’t go around searching for mental problems in the people in my life. If there’s something you want to talk to me about, I’m always glad to help you work through whatever is bothering you, but I’d never psychoanalyze you. That’s a huge invasion of your privacy.”
“Really?”
“I also make it a policy to never lie to anyone—especially my Little girl. There’s no future in that, and I plan to keep you.”
When she nodded and smiled a bit, he suggested, “How about if I wrap your ankle and we go have lunch at Inferno before I take you home? Are you as hungry as your stomach says?”
Her tummy grumbled at his suggestion.
“I smashed my sandwich when I fell.”
“I bet the cooks at Inferno can create an even better one for you.”
Chapter 11
“Okay, sweetheart. Here’s our booth.” Razor set Honey on the bench seat before sliding in on the other side. “Let’s prop your ankle up.” He lifted her foot onto the seat next to him and draped a fresh ice pack over her ankle.
Razor had already flagged down the server to order a couple of burgers and fries. He wanted to get something in her tummy to help offset her grogginess from the pain medicine he’d given her. A never-ending parade of MC members working stopped by to greet Honey, including Scythe, who returned her key fob. Razor knew they were memorizing her face so they could watch out for his Little girl in the future. He appreciated their efforts while bristling at the interruptions of his time with Honey.
“Don’t growl at them,” Honey whispered after Dead Eye walked away.
“Sorry. I don’t share well. I’m an only child.”
“Really?”
“No. I have four sisters.”
“No way. Younger or older?”
“They’re all younger by about ten years. I think I scared my parents into no sex for a long time.”
“Really?” she squeaked again, and the sound delighted him. She was irresistible. And his.
“No. My parents are very much in love to this day. They are great role models for maintaining both an emotional and a physical relationship.”
“You definitely look at things from a different standpoint than I do,” she said, shaking her head.
“What do you mean?”
“I never think of my folks having….” Her volume dropped to a whisper after the hesitation. “Sex.”
“Do you enjoy making love?”
“It’s okay. Well, with you it was—unlike anything I’d even dreamed of experiencing.”
“We’re an explosive combination,” Razor agreed and loved her pink cheeks as she nodded with a secret smile.
“We are,” she whispered, wiggling on the seat.
Razor stabilized her leg so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Her expressive face filled with a delicious fraction of the passion he’d noted during their previous play, and he suspected she relived an exciting moment in her mind. He waited until she glanced up at him, enjoying the heat lingering in her eyes.
“Okay isn’t an acceptable word to describe sex, Honey. I’m sorry your lovers have lacked the skills to please you.”
She shrugged and leaned back against the seat. “I’m sure I was to blame for some of the lack of fire. My boyfriend left when I got my diagnosis. He researched the progression of MS and vamoosed.”
Her eyes widened at the string of curses that flew from Razor’s mouth. Honey smiled at him and said, “It would have been worse for him to stick around and grow to hate me when I became a burden. The future scares me as well. I just don’t have a choice. He did.”
Razor struggled to control the fury building inside him. How could any man abandon someone as precious as Honey at such a scary time? Her ex hadn’t truly loved her.
“You are not to blame for his incompetence. Making love to you is a delight. That was an asshole move on his part to leave,” Razor growled. The man deserved to face some physical challenges of his own. Perhaps karma needed to visit him sooner rather than later. “What’s his name?”