The Biker's Fate Chapter 688

He shrugged. "Didn't really care if I lived or died at that point, though."

I sighed. "We're going to have to work double time to get you to where you need to be, then, aren't we?"

He smiled. "You're gonna take me back as a client?"

"Yes, because it looks like you won't see anyone else."

"It's true." He bobbed his head. "I won't."

"I'm going to make you hurt."

"If it's you doin' it, I'm good."

"Yeah, I'm not sure you're going to feel that way come Friday."

He laughed and I just raised an eyebrow.

Because, seriously. He didn't know the world of hurt I was about to unleash.

Razor

By the third week of Waverly's amped up physical therapy regime, I realized she'd gone easy on me during week one and week two. We'd been working out at either her clinic or Hatch's, and today she was pushing me to the limit at Hatch's in-home gym and I felt like I was dying.

"Goddammit!" I bellowed as I felt like my shoulder was going to give out on me.

"Calm down, big man. You'll give yourself a man-urism."

Hatch stalked into the room, a frown on his face, and asked, "Everything okay in here?"

"Yes." Waverly grinned. "He's just having a little tantrum."

"I'm good," I said from my place, on my back, on the weight bench. "And I'm being nice, I fucking swear."

"Thank you for checking." She waved at Hatch. "He's fine. I'm pushing him harder today and he's feeling it."

"If you need me to motivate him, I'll be back in a couple hours," he said.

"You off to your meeting with Warlock?" I asked.

Hatch nodded.

"Watch your six, Prez."

"Don't worry, I've got someone watching it for me," he said, before turning on his heels and exiting.

I sat up and Waverly straddled the bench facing me. "Why are you called Razor?"

I smirked. "Because I was always on the razor's edge of pissing Hatch off."

She gasped. "That can't really be true."

"Oh, but it is. I tend to push limits."

"Which limits?"

I grinned, sliding my hands to her ass. "Whatta ya got? I test the limits of every bike I get on. I test the patience of the people who love me the most. I push the boundaries of humor in every social situation I'm in, for nothing more than my own amusement. I would be pushing the limits of how many times a day we could have sex, but that will have to wait until later. And yes, I push the limits of Hatch's sanity as often as possible."

"He's your president." She narrowed her eyes. "Is that smart?"

I smiled. "He loves it."

"Oh, really? He loves that you're a pain in his ass?"

"You'd better believe it," I replied. "Hatch may growl a lot, but if you haven't yet noticed he's kind of our papa bear. He does everything he can to make sure the people he cares about are safe. He puts his family and his club before himself in every single thing he does, no matter what it costs him personally. He lives with the weight of a tremendous amount of responsibility on his shoulders, and he handles it like no one I've ever known. He's the king and sometimes the king needs his fool. Not a clown to entertain him, but as an agent of chaos."

She cocked her head. "How is that helpful?"

"Chaos disrupts our normal thought and behavior patterns. It gives us a chance to examine what our priorities are. For example, you didn't wake up today worried about whether or not you'd find food, right?"

"Right."

"Of course not, because eating regularly is part of your normal routine."

"Careful, buddy. Never talk about how regularly a woman eats."

I laughed. "You know what I mean. You don't have food insecurities because regular meals are a part of your normal life patterns. But, if you hadn't eaten in two days, you'd wake up worried about food. The change in your life pattern would cause you to change your priorities."

"So, you give Hatch a hard time because it's good for him and he needs it?"

"Maisie calls it 'taking the mickey,' and yes, powerful men need to have the mickey taken out of them or they'll start taking themselves too seriously."

"He certainly seems to have a soft spot in his heart for you."

"My father is the only man I've ever respected more."

She smiled gently. "Does Hatch know that?"

"Yeah, baby, he knows."

Waverly smiled and reached over and felt around my shoulder. "Stronger."

"Yeah, I actually feel pretty good. Today's session, notwithstanding."

"We'll ice it and give you some ibuprofen." Patting my cheek she gave me a maniacal grin. "Just wait until I get hold of that leg."

"Jesus, you're enjoying this a little too much, aren't you?"

"Am I?" she asked innocently, then laughed.

"I just want this cast off so we can finally…"

She looped her hands around my neck. "Finally…?"

"Make this official."

She wrinkled her nose. "You mean, sex? Are you saying you want to have sex with me, Gio?"

"Yeah, Waverly, I'm saying I want to have sex with you. Do you want to have sex with me?"

She slid her fingers into my hair and smiled. "I feel like we should pass a note back and forth with a check yes or no box on it."

I chuckled. "How do you feel about it? Does it scare you?"

"No. You make me feel safe. And I want to be your loverrrrrrrr, so bad."

"Jesus," I sputtered out. "Don't ever say that again."

"What? Loverrrrrr?" She cocked her head. "That doesn't work for you?"

I bust out laughing, leaning in to kiss her and she scooted forward, sliding her legs over mine, pussy to my dick which drove me to fuckin' distraction.

"Fuck," I hissed, breaking the kiss. "We need to stop or I'm gonna fuck you on this weight bench."

"You know, there are ways around that cast," she said.

"Yeah. I just don't want to rush you."

"I'm up to try." Her hands were in my hair again and I was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the feel of her touch.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. You want to have a sleepover on Saturday?" She gave me a sly grin. "We can cook, then maybe we can cook?"

"Is that a newfangled word for 'fuck'?"

"Isn't it what the kids are saying these days?"

"Uh, no, I don't think so."

She shrugged. "Well, I'm making up a new word, then."

I laughed again. "Yeah, let's cook, baby."

"Okay."

"But if you change your mind, don't feel any pressure to say so."

She smiled. "I won't."

"Lookin' forward to it."

"Me too." She leaned in and kissed me again. "Okay, back to work, handsome."

"One more," I demanded.

She obliged, and then we got back to work.