Razor's Edge: Men in Blue, Book 2 (21 page)

“Can we talk about it after…? I’d rather not have to tell the story twice.” A cross between a hiccup and a sob slipped past her guard. Or at least she made it seem as if it had.

“Of course, baby.” JRad offered his hand to help her recline on Razor’s bed.

The older cop propped her on the two puny pillows topping Razor’s mattress then skimmed his hands along her sides, dragging her scrap of underwear with them in a practiced move. JRad didn’t hesitate, and Isabella capitulated in the wake of his innate control without reservation. Observing the power exchange riled Razor beyond belief.

Watching JRad touch her—positioning her on the mattress so her heels reached close to each edge—had Razor’s skin crawling with the urge to knock his friend away from the petite woman lounging there like something straight out of a wet dream. He concentrated on relaxing his fists at his sides when her pretty, pink pussy spread before them.

“You’re unbelievably beautiful, Isabella.” JRad spouted a string of infatuated nonsense similar to the crap Razor had ran on about last night. Right around the time she’d flashed her sweet ass at him.

Only, she didn’t melt at the compliments as she had for him. She lay, stiff and unyielding. Her wide-eyed gaze locked on the stippled ceiling. Rapid, shallow breaths shattered the awkward silence. He growled when he realized he stared at her heaving chest.

“Razor, come over here. Hold her hand. Do something.” JRad’s demand almost sounded like a plea. “Stop thinking for two damn minutes and give in to what feels right.”

“Because that’s worked so fucking well for me,” he grumbled as he took a step in their direction. Damn it if her discomfort didn’t tug him closer, whether he chose to soothe her or not.

“It’s not all about you, Razor.” JRad’s mild reproach stirred remorse and defiance.

“You’re right. This is about the truth.”

“She’s scared.” JRad trailed his palm over Isabella’s toned thigh, accustoming her to his touch. She didn’t move a muscle or make a peep. Her jaw clenched tight. The white of her knuckles glowed in the dim light. “Distract her.”

Razor groaned as he sank onto the bed beside Isabella. She finally shifted, her fingers seeking his. They grasped his hand in a death grip. Shit, they froze him solid. Before he could consider, he chaffed them. When the brisk motion didn’t help, he brought them to his mouth. He blew warm air over the chilled digits.

She angled her head to offer him a weak facsimile of her brilliant smile. “Thank you.”

He tried to ignore the shivers wracking her, chattering her blinding-white teeth. Impossible. Son of a bitch, he couldn’t resist her even when his mind screamed red alert.

“Are you ready, baby?” JRad’s fingers circled closer to her mons, inspiring a haze of jealousy to overlay Razor’s vision. It condensed when the man crawled between her spread legs. Who knew JRad could be so dominant, so controlled?

“Y-yes.” She had to try several times before the shaky assertion fell from her lips.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

Razor had to clench his hand onto his thigh to keep from shoving JRad away when the tip of his friend’s blunt finger traced the seam of Isabella’s labia. What the hell was taking him so long anyway?

JRad lifted his head, meeting Razor’s glare. “She’s tense. Dry. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Shit!” His head fell onto the bed. What had he done to deserve this kind of torture? She sure as hell hadn’t had the same issue last night.

“Just do it.” Tears streamed down Isabella’s face. “Get it over with. Please. Hurry.”

“No, Isabella.” JRad kissed her flat belly. “That’s not how you want this to happen. Trust me.”

“Look at me.” The directive burst from Razor’s chest before he could change his mind. When her face tilted in his direction, he closed his eyes and imagined the delicious heat they’d shared the night before. He pretended it had been real then stole one last taste of her luscious lips. He should have known it felt too good to be true.

The moment their mouths fused, some of her apprehension seeped from her delicate frame. She conformed to him, her arms winding around his neck. Her tongue darted out, laving a spot he hadn’t realized he bit.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered between nibbles. “Should have told you everything. I should have asked you for help. I’ve never had someone I could count on before. Someone strong enough to stand up to Malcolm or my father.”

He deepened the kiss to keep her from saying anymore. Her genuine-sounding confession had his instincts crying out for him to comfort her, to shelter her.

What would she do when JRad couldn’t find her maidenhead? Claim it’d torn sometime in the past two days? Maybe when she’d done her Spiderman impression earlier? He took her without restraint as he recalled the drop he’d measured out his window.

At least she’d saved him from burning in hell. If she’d been innocent, it’d be damn hard to swallow his own deceptions. His job had mandated his lies. He’d done it for a higher purpose than cold, hard cash. Unlike his little blackmailer.

As if the reason mattered.

“That’s better.” JRad’s reverent whisper cut through his whirling thoughts. “A little more, Razor. Turn her on.”

The illusion could only survive a few minutes longer. He might as well take the opportunity to say goodbye to the girl he’d thought he had such amazing chemistry with.

His hand wandered along the elegant curves of her jaw and neck then lower to palm her pert breast. Her nipple strained against the lacy bra covering it, beading at his touch.

When she sighed, he eased his tongue into her mouth, memorizing her taste. Izzy responded, granting him free rein to do as he pleased. He paused as his chest tightened. She returned the seductive kiss, luring him to continue. Her hand buried in his hair, dragging him closer to her softness, her warmth.

Lost in rapture, the tap of JRad’s elbow against his hip startled him. Both he and Izzy peeked through the chasm he’d put between them when he jerked. JRad stared with dilated pupils while he sucked on his index finger. At least Razor wasn’t the only fool in the room.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” she sighed beneath him, her hips arching toward JRad.

“No,” he groaned at the same time. He couldn’t bear for the exchange to end so soon.

JRad quirked an eyebrow.

Razor ignored the man. He rose more fully over Izzy, devouring her lips. She tensed beneath him when Jeremy made his move. To counter, Razor stroked across the dip of her waist, aligning her with his torso.

“Jesus, she’s so tight. Tiny.” Sloppy sucking drew his attention to the juncture of her thighs. JRad had withdrawn the tip of his finger to moisten it further. “And tastes delicious.”

“Are you okay?” He hated that he’d asked.

Izzy nodded but winced when JRad replaced the digit at her entrance.

“Lick her.”

His friend nodded. He nuzzled her dewy flesh, giving her the chance to object before his lips parted. His tongue explored the apex of her slit, circling the hard bud of her clit.

Isabella’s heels drummed on the mattress. Her hands tucked beneath Razor’s T-shirt to rake his shoulders with her kittenish nails, urging him to reclaim her mouth.

Is this what sex was like for Mason and Tyler when they shared Lacey? He never would have guessed it could be such a turn on. But, when she shuddered in his arms at the barest contact of JRad’s seeking hand, something inside him roared in satisfaction. Dictating her enhanced arousal went straight to his cock. It throbbed in his jeans, galvanizing his wish to bury himself in the slick satin his friend explored.

Izzy panted into their kiss. He pinched her nipple when she rubbed against him like a hungry cat. Her thigh shifted, making room for JRad to delve deeper while increasing the pressure on Razor’s hard-on. He figured his friend must have made some progress when she cried out, trembling beneath him.

“Is everything okay in there?” Clint called from the living room. When no one could catch their breath to answer quick enough, the door crashed open.

“Holy shit, that’s hot.” Matt groaned.

Tyler jumped to the rescue, shutting the cheap hollow-core. The thin door didn’t obscure Mason’s bellow. “This is a fact-finding mission not a goddamn orgy. Do it.”

“Ignore them,” Razor growled into the curve of Isabella’s neck. He licked a trail to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “JRad?”

Terrified the man had already tunneled far into her body with no obstruction, he held his breath while waiting for a response.

“Only in to the first knuckle.” JRad rasped. The bed rocked in time to the other man grinding his hips into the mattress. Razor couldn’t fault his appetite.

“More. Please, more.” Izzy squirmed in his hold as though nothing had happened. The dazed quality of her beautiful blue eyes made him wonder if she’d noticed the rest of the men in blue.

“Give her more, JRad.”

His friend nodded, dragging his lips over the glistening folds of Isabella’s pussy. He pumped his hand between her legs. She gasped at the same time JRad yanked his gaze to Razor’s.

“I can’t. I’m in as far as I can go. She’s telling the truth.” His friend shuddered, his finger lodged in place as he trapped the flesh of Izzy’s thigh lightly between his teeth.

Razor growled at the possessive display. “Enough.”

“I’ve never taken a virgin.” JRad tensed, his little head obviously having grappled control from the big one.

“And you’re not about to today,” Razor snarled. Relief mixed with an undeniable need to claim her. His heart pumped with victory he hadn’t allowed himself to imagine possible. It hadn’t been her in those pictures. She hadn’t lied to him.

“Oh, God. Someone help me. Touch me,” Isabella begged.

Shame overrode his lust and domineering instincts when he realized they’d abandoned this intoxiating girl on the brink of ecstasy. “Sorry, princess. Hang on. I’ll take care of you.
We’ll
take care of you.”

JRad bent his head once more, sipping the juices dripping from her now. Isabella moaned, peering at Razor so he could witness her surrender. His friend must have done something naughty with his tongue because she squirmed beneath them before putting a restraining hand on Razor’s chest.

“Wait. Not yet.” She panted. “Feel for yourself, James. Believe me.”

After the shitty way he’d treated her, her generosity awed him.

“I do. I believe you. It’s myself I can’t trust.” Razor framed her face in his palms. He pressed a kiss to her lips, aching because he couldn’t be more gentle. “So sorry. Won’t doubt you again.”

She drew her knuckles over his cheek. “I understand. Didn’t give you much choice.”

“When I saw…” He cursed under his breath. “Lost it. Then you ran.”

“Shouldn’t have.” She shook her head and promised between ragged pants. “Never again. Please. Touch me.”

He licked the tear that beaded on her flushed cheek before worshipping every part of her on his path to her pussy. JRad shifted to one side though he refused to budge from his station between Izzy’s legs. Razor didn’t blame the officer who feasted on her sweetness like Leo had on his Carnot’s steak.

Razor bumped into his friend, impressed by the vast difference between JRad’s hard-muscled body and the soft resilience of Izzy’s thigh, draped over his shoulder—although he’d never admit it. JRad’s hips kept time with the slow advance and retreat of his index finger in Izzy’s pussy.

Her legs flexed in rhythmic waves, which broadcasted the imminence of her orgasm. Razor couldn’t wait for JRad to finish. The seductive scent of Isabella overwhelmed his inhibitions, reeling him in. Before he knew what he intended, his finger probed her entrance beside JRad’s embedded digit.

JRad hadn’t been kidding about how tight she was. Fuck, would Razor hurt her if he pressed beside his friend’s hand? He hesitated until Izzy shifted, wedging the tip of his finger inside her.

“Yes!” She screamed loud enough for the neighbors four units over to hear, never mind the guys in the living room. “More!”

He tunneled a tad farther, noting the shallow depth of JRad’s penetration. After swearing to himself he’d be the one to make love to her first, he acknowledged the act should be special, something more than the crude finger fucking they gave her now.

They’d grant her release, but leave her intact.

Razor gritted his teeth. He proceeded to ease into her channel while JRad stroked beside him. He worked her entrance bit by bit until he nudged her hymen. The elastic membrane flexed then held. Nothing could eclipse how erotic the proof of her innocence was to him.

“Let me taste her.”

JRad lifted his mouth from her soaked flesh. She protested. Her head surged off the pillows as she searched for the reason the suction on her engorged clit had discontinued. When she spied them changing positions, she shuddered around him. The instant his tongue lapped at her, she tensed. She hung, strung so tight he feared she might snap—suspended on the edge for a couple of heartbeats—before the mouth of her pussy clamped around him and JRad in contractions strong enough to expel his friend’s finger.

JRad didn’t seem to mind. As he watched her convulse around Razor, he increased the arc of his hips on the bed. “So sexy. Shit, I’m going to—”

In the next second, his face contorted in a grimace while he grunted his release.

Razor gawked as his cock lurched. He tried desperately to pretend it didn’t ramp him up to watch his conservative teammate blow his wad in his pants over the woman who’d captured Razor’s interest. Yet, in the next second he found himself reaching to free his hard-on.

He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to Isabella’s abdomen as he rose to straddle her limp form. When the heat of his groin pressed to her chest, she blinked up at him and smiled. She licked her lips then opened her mouth, inviting him into paradise.

His hand cupped her jaw, his thumb stroking the slick heat of her cheek. “You’re sure, princess?”

She sucked his thumb, flicking her tongue over his knuckle. When he withdrew she whispered, “Teach me.”

With a groan, he fed his cock to her inch by inch. She struggled to take too much on the initial pass and gagged. In a flash, JRad appeared by her side. Razor had forgotten the man existed.