Page 12 of Warrant (The Berserker’s Rage MC: Wyoming Chapter #1)

Ainsley

S leep had been nearly non-existent. I wasn’t the type to sleep in late and lounge in bed anyway, but after Warrant left, I’d been so revved up, I couldn’t settle. I’d worked out in my home gym, watched a movie, I’d even given in and used my damn vibrator until I was worried my clit would fall off.

Nothing seemed to satisfy me. The multiple orgasms I’d given myself were just…hollow. It’d taken hours of tossing and turning in bed to fall asleep and once I finally had, wouldn’t you know it, but Warrant showed up. All over my dreams.

I woke up this morning, hornier than I’d been going to bed and even more restless.

I was supposed to be staying away from him.

To be doing the right thing. The smart thing.

Which was leaving him to live his life while I led mine, separately.

But my heart and mind, not to mention my body, didn’t seem to agree.

It’d only been a couple of weeks since I’d met the man and already he was under my skin. Maybe I could use him to scratch the itch and then walk away?

Snorting to myself, I showered, got dressed, and hit the local coffee shop for two to-go cups.

I knew going down this road—literally the bumpy ass driveway that led to Warrant’s ranch house—was dangerous.

I wasn’t the type to eat one square of chocolate and put the rest of the bar away for enjoyment later.

Nope. I ate the majority of my Halloween candy in the first couple of days as a kid—except the nasty stuff which would sit there until I was desperate enough to try it again—didn’t matter how bad of a stomach ache I ended up with. This was going to be the same.

“Turn around,” I muttered.

I didn’t turn around.

Putting the Tahoe into park, I heaved a sigh and continued with my plan of stupidity. I grabbed the coffees and shut my door with my hip.

Warrant’s front door opened as I walked up. He had no shirt on as he leaned against the door frame and watched me approach.

Wow.

The man was ripped. Not like those huge, bulky guys who spend every minute in the gym and do actual competitions. But he had muscle everywhere. And tattoos. They were all over as well. My eyes slid from one to the next as I walked up his steps.

“Morning,” he said.

His voice was all deep and gravelly. I’d woken him up. I could tell by the sleepiness in those blue eyes and that rough voice.

“Morning.” I held up the coffee cup. “Thought you might like a cup.”

He took it from me, studied it, then took a drink. Surprise flashed over his face when he realized it was pure black coffee. He eyed my cup. “You have the same in there?”

“Nope,” I replied with a grin. “Mine has a bunch of sugar in it.”

“Ruined it,” he muttered, then stepped aside.

I brushed past him, my heart skipping a beat as I stepped into his house. Looking around, I studied the space. It looked like a guy lived here. No pictures on the wall. No plants. Just some furniture and that was about it.

Just like his parent’s place, the door opened into the kitchen and dining room. I was certain the table and chairs and probably any other furniture he had was chosen by his mother. It all matched, which was a dead giveaway.

I hadn’t done much decorating at my house yet, but it was enough that if someone robbed the place they’d know a person was living there. I’d gotten myself a little plant just a couple days ago. I was in talks with a local rancher about a puppy. I needed some company.

Speaking of company.

Turning, I found Warrant watching me. There was a predatory look in his eyes, but he was drinking his coffee and keeping his hands to himself. If I saw that look on a suspect, I’d be prepared to draw down and shoot them. Seeing it in his eyes, I wanted to run, just to see if he’d chase me.

Beau, Warrant’s hound dog, walked up and nudged my hand with his massive head. He yawned, clearly willing to forgive me for waking him if I provided him with obligatory head scratches. I scrubbed my short nails behind one ear, then the next. I smiled when he grumbled in appreciation.

“Pretty early for a house call, Sheriff,” Warrant finally said, breaking the silence in the room and pulling my attention back to him.

He and Beau shared disgruntled looks until the dog eventually wandered away.

“Sorry about that,” I told him.

He set the coffee down on his table and stalked toward me. “Something on your mind?”

I swallowed. It was now or never. Did I have the courage to ask for what I wanted? Ugh. I should. I was a grown woman. A sheriff. I could ask for sex if I wanted to.

Just do it, Ains.

“I-”

He stopped in front of me. Close enough to touch, though he didn’t, and crossed his arms over his chest. He had to know why I was here.

Right? Judging off the interest in his eyes and the smirk on his face he knew.

But he wasn’t going to make the first move.

He’d done that last night and I’d shot him down.

It was my turn.

“Rough night?”

“What?” I asked, thrown off. He had a way of doing that to me.

“You look…restless.” His grin got bigger.

I was tempted to tell him off and walk away.

The jerk. He wasn’t supposed to point out that kind of stuff to a woman.

Not even if it was the truth. Especially when it was the truth.

But then I’d be left to figure out what to do with all this energy.

And clearly my usual methods weren’t going to work.

Asking him to sleep with me was a little bit of a kick to the teeth though, when he was looking so damn smug.

Eh, who cares? As long as you get what you need?

Setting my cup aside, I took the last step toward him, fitting our bodies together, and ran my hands over the smooth skin over his pecs. Looking up at him, I cocked my head. “And if I said I was?”

“Thought you didn’t sleep with men on the first date?” he teased.

“It’s not the first date,” I corrected. “It’s the next day.”

“You’re right. Completely different,” he agreed as he lowered his head.

I moaned as our mouths clashed. It wasn’t an easy kiss. It was full of built up need and frustration.

It was so good, but I still wanted more. Needed more. I hadn’t felt this worked up in years. Maybe ever. And I definitely didn’t want it with any man other than him.

I slid my hands into his hair, holding his head so that he couldn’t pull away. His lips moving over mine sent tingles all over my body. The man could kiss, I’d give him that.

“Your room,” I gasped out against his mouth. I may have shown up at an unreasonably early hour looking for sex. Didn’t mean I was going to have it in his kitchen.

“Sure thing, Sheriff,” he rasped. His huge palms grabbed my ass and he lifted me as though I weighed nothing.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I groaned against his lips. “Just this once,” I whispered to myself, making a promise to my future self that this would not continue to become a thing. I couldn’t let myself become too attached to Warrant.

His chuckle was deep as his lips traced over the sensitive skin on my neck. “Not if I can fucking help it.”

I hadn’t even realized I’d said the words out loud. And of course he’d take them as a challenge. This was my own fault.

As soon as we were inside his room, he set me down on my feet and took a step away from me. The look on his face was like a wolf who’d caught a deer. The look a hunter gets right before the kill. It made my stomach quiver, but I refused to be prey to anyone, no matter how much I wanted this man.

I kicked my shoes off and reached up to tug the elastic from my hair. He was staring at me with hungry eyes. And the man had some nice eyes. They were so blue they reminded me of a frozen pond I used to skate on as a little girl.

Smiling, I shook my hair loose and watched as he swallowed hard. I licked my lips, reaching for the zipper on my jacket.

He lunged at me then, making me yelp as his body crashed into mine and he grabbed my arms, spinning me until my front hit the wall. The force of the move was hard, but he didn’t hurt me. If anything it just ramped the excitement up more. Who knew I liked sex a little rough?

His body pushed mine hard into the wall, trapping me with his muscled arms as he yanked my jacket down, trapping my arms inside the material.

“Warrant-”

His mouth was suddenly at my ear, his tongue flicking the outer rim. I shivered and let my head fall to the side, exposing more of my neck to him. He bit the lobe and tugged and my knees turned to jelly.

I didn’t like the feeling of being so weak against him.

Or so dependent. I hated to give up control.

But when it came to him, the way he barged past all my barriers, I just wanted to.

..give in. Let him do whatever he wanted.

I wanted him to take control, but that wasn’t me.

I fought every day of my life, tooth and nail.

I fought to be successful. I fought to make sure I didn’t disappoint anyone. To make sure I was good enough.

“Don’t worry, Baby Girl,” he breathed out. “I won’t hurt you. Much.” Then his teeth grazed the side of my neck.

The shudder that worked its way through me was unstoppable. “You promise?” I breathed. I wasn’t talking about the biting and I was sure he realized that.

“You don’t want me to make any promises,” he muttered.

His hand snaked between us and I felt him flick open my jeans.

He slid the zipper down. His knuckles brushed the bare skin of my belly, making goosebumps break out over me.

“Promises are like wild mustangs,” he continued.

“I’ve been known to break them from time to time. ”

It was easy to forget he was a rancher. Someone who probably grew up riding broncs and bulls in rodeos as a kid. His words only surprised me for a moment before they sank in. “No, you won’t,” I breathed. “Not with me.”