Free Razor's Mark: (Marked Book 1) by Gracie Meadows Page A

get them some real food and see if he could help her with anything. He may not be a genius like Johnny, but he knew how to help if needed. Before he realized it, he was asleep.
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    Faith woke to a weird sound. Her head felt heavy, but the world was still off balance. Where was she? She had so many questions, yet each one of them hurt her head to think about. She went to sit up, but something pinned her. Looking down, it was easy to spot a large, tattooed arm around her waist.
    Shit, everything came back to her tenfold. She’d slipped, damn it. She was on the verge of finding out who it was, but she did discover who she’d be able to give the information to.
    Her stomach growled, and Razor shifted, but as he did, he reached up and grabbed her breast, squeezing it gently. What the hell? Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She went to move, but he started to grind himself against her. Closing her eyes, she didn’t know what to do. She should be mortified that she was enjoying it, or getting turned on feeling his erection press into her back. She knew it was wrong in so many ways.
    A low hum sounded from his throat, and she tried her best to not move or make a noise, but he was playing with her breast and that sensation alone made her pussy start to pulse with need. No, she couldn’t do this. He was dreaming, and God knows who it was he was dreaming about.
    Seeing as she wasn’t going to get out of his hold, she did her best to pretend to be asleep and start to roll some. Maybe it would be enough to wake him. But no such luck, as she did, he started to kiss her neck. Oh shit . His tender nibbles along with his thrusting into her made her lose all inhabitations. That was the point she remembered when she’d thought she was sleeping and grabbed him.
    Damn, she had started this whole mess with him. Why couldn’t she be at home, with her removable showerhead? She had always wanted a vibrator, but never had the courage to go to a store and buy one, or even order one from the internet. She knew how easy those transactions were to track.
    “Razor,” she rasped as he pushed against her again. This was going to be really bad. He just hummed along her skin. Grabbing his hand, he finally released her breast, making it easy for her to slip out of bed, and quickly. He stirred, but rolled over and grabbed a pillow. She thought she heard him mumbling her name, but wasn’t sure, and really didn’t want to wake him to find out.
    Not wanting to see what he might do, she shut the door behind her. All she knew was that she would need to change the sheets again tonight. Her body, however, was pulsing with desire for him, and the thought that he might be thinking of her too made her turned on more . Damn it all to hell.
    But right now she needed food. Dizziness was sweeping over her, but Razor wasn’t waking, so she needed to find something.
    A can of Spaghetti O’s grabbed her attention. She didn’t know if he’d eaten, but right now, she didn’t care. After opening the can, she found a bowl, dumped them into it, then put the bowl into the microwave. While it cooked, she grabbed some water to drink. Her mouth felt like sandpaper.
    After one whole glass was downed, she spotted the time. It was two in the afternoon. Damn, she had been out for a while. When did he pull her out of her trance? The microwave beeped letting her know the food was ready. Grabbing a spoon, she stirred it before taking a bite. She didn’t want to take it to the table, especially since her legs felt really wobbly, so eating over the counter was a good option. With half the bowl empty, the sound of a door opening let her know Razor was up.
    “You're awake.”
    “Yup,” she said between bites.
    “How do you feel?”
    “Like shit.” She was honest.
    “You look like it too.” She turned to snap at him, but he was standing without a damn shirt on in only new sweatpants.
    “Thanks.”
    “You really eating that?” He pointed to her