Page 39 of Warrant (The Berserker’s Rage MC: Wyoming Chapter #1)

Warrant

M y patience was at an end. I’d given her over a week. Stayed away even though it killed me to do so. But Owen had called and said that Ainsley had resigned as sheriff.

My knock on the door went unanswered. So I did the only reasonable thing. It didn’t take me long to pick the lock. What I found inside had me freezing in the doorway. There was a homeless squatter sitting on her couch.

“You guys are back early,” the person said, without taking her eyes off the TV. “You said you wouldn’t be home until late. It’s only four.”

Correction. Ainsley was dressed like a homeless person and was sitting on the couch in a pair of sweats and a ratty t-shirt, her hair in one of those messy buns, and was hoovering down a pint of ice cream with impressive speed. There was a Cheeto in her hair. And ice cream down the front of her.

When I didn’t answer, she finally looked over. Her gorgeous eyes widened when she realized it was me. She set the ice cream down and muted the TV. It was some trashy reality TV drama, you know, the kind where women scream at each other for the whole episode.

“Hey,” she said, standing up and wiping at her shirt. It dipped down, leaving one shoulder exposed, and stopped just below her tits, also leaving her stomach bare.

Fuck me. Even at her worst she still looked damn good.

“Owen said you resigned.” I hadn’t meant that to come out so accusingly, so I softened my tone. “Why, Ains?”

She sighed. “I was going to come talk to you tomorrow… After I’d showered,” she admitted with a wry grin.

“How about now.” It wasn’t a question. I stalked over and plucked the Cheeto from her hair.

She took it from me, shrugged, and popped it in her mouth. “Have a seat.”

I sat in the recliner next to the couch so I wouldn’t have to crane my head to look at her.

I wanted to see her expression when she told me what’d happened.

She’d given up her career. Considering she’d been struggling with the idea of dating me and holding that job, I wanted to make sure she hadn’t quit for me. That would be fucked up.

“I found out something about the Iron Circle Crew.”

That caught my interest.

“I want to bring it to Cypher. Let you and the club handle it.”

“Okay.” I liked the sound of that. “So what does that have to do with you resigning?”

“Everything, Warrant!” she snapped. “Don’t you get it? I’m planning on turning over a guy…well, multiple men…to you guys, knowing you’re going to kill them.”

“And-” I was lost, and clearly she expected something of me here.

“And I’m okay with it!” She was panting as she practically screamed the last at me.

I bit back a grin. It was hard not to appreciate this bloodthirsty side of my sheriff. Wore a little bit of that honor she used like armor off her. I liked it.

“Don’t you fucking smile about that,” she sighed.

“I’ve changed. Enough that I can’t do my job.

It’ll be too easy to use you guys as a tool in the future.

I’m not supposed to circumvent the law and our justice system.

But I’m going to. So, I quit before I put myself in a position where I wouldn’t be able to live with my actions. ”

“So, then this has nothing to do with me?” I asked.

She gave me a guilty look. “You’re the other reason.”

“I don’t want to be the reason you quit something you love, Ains.”

“I’m quitting because of me, first and foremost,” she said, picking up the ice cream and pointing the spoon at me. “You’re just the bonus.”

It would be easy for me to take offense to that, but I chose not to because it meant I got the girl. My girl. “Does that mean you’re agreeing to be my old lady?” I asked.

She licked the remaining ice cream off her spoon—making my jeans a bit tighter in the process—and eyed me. “Do we have to say it like that?”

“How do you want to say it?”

“I’ll be your girlfriend.”

I chuckled. “That sounds like we’re teenagers. We call you an old lady.”

“Fine,” she said, giving in. “Then I’ll be your old- Warrant!”

I scooped her up, leaving her abandoned spoon and ice cream where she dropped them. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Baby Girl.”

She didn’t fight me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she started kissing anywhere she could reach. It was damn distracting.

“Who did you think I was, coming through that door?” I asked, trying to distract myself until I got into her room.

“Oh, my parents are here visiting.”

“You’re not expecting them soon?”

“No. Not until around nine or so.”

“Good.”

I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Letting it run, I faced her. “Why don’t we get you out of those clothes?”

Watching me, she lifted her arms and waited.

My heart stuttered and started to pound harder. She was beautiful. With her arms over her head like that she was offering herself to me.

I reached forward, unable to resist. My fingers skimmed the bottom of her shirt and I drew the fabric up slowly.

She shivered as I took my time. My palms skimmed over her bare tits as I slid her shirt off and she lowered her arms. I stared down at her, a need to protect this woman rising inside of me.

Tossing her shirt away, I reached for her sweats.

Her belly was softly rounded, just enough for me to grab a hold of and I fucking loved it.

I must have taken too long because she swatted my hands away and wiggled her hips as she shoved the sweats and panties down until they pooled at her feet.

Then she knelt down in front of me, her knees cushioned by her clothes.

Her hands went to my belt and she looked up at me as she unbuttoned my jeans. Before I could say anything her hand was in my pants and wrapping around my dick. Fuck, that felt good.

“We need a condom,” I said, but there wasn’t much force behind it. Her hand felt too good to make her stop. I didn’t fucking think to bring one with me. They were all at home.

“Don’t care,” she said, licking the tip of my dick as her hand kept working me over. “I’m not ovulating.”

I had no fucking clue what that meant, but if she was cool with it, so was I.

My hands found her head, fingers curling in her hair as she sucked me down into that tight, hot mouth.

Dropping my head back I stared at the ceiling for a minute, trying to find my self-control.

But the draw of watching her suck my cock was too great.

I tipped my head forward and pulled her hair away from her face so I had an unobstructed view.

She took me down further and I had to slap a hand on the nearby wall to keep steady. Her hands were busy as one kept pumping and the other slid down to play with my balls. Her eyes flicked up, her pupils so big and dark I couldn’t tell where the iris began. She looked so damn beautiful like this.

My cock swelled as my orgasm started to build and I felt her hands grip my ass, squeezing, encouraging. I wanted this to last longer than a few minutes, but she’d found the perfect rhythm and was driving me toward the edge.

My fingers clenched in her hair and she hummed, the vibration around my cock making me jerk. Then I was coming hard, my release making her choke a little. “Sorry, Ains,” I muttered, tugging her up to her feet after a few moments. “Meant to give you some notice.”

She smiled up at me as I quickly stripped off my boots and clothes and dragged her with me into the shower. “I don’t think I could get tired of this view.” My eyes roamed over her wet naked body.

Ainsley’s dark eyes sparkled, making me hard again. “Oh, yeah?”

I spun her so her front was pressed against the shower wall, my body holding hers against it. She gave me that wide, beaming smile, over her shoulder. The one that made my heart stop and start all at once. Was it any fucking wonder I wanted this woman to be mine? And now she was.

She arched back, rubbing her ass over my cock, tempting me. “Yeah,” I echoed. “It’s my favorite view now.”

“Mmm. You sure you don’t like me better in your bed, all naked and sprawled out on my stomach?”

“I do love that view too, Sheriff. I like you every way I can get you.”

My hands smoothed over her stomach and up to her tits. My hips bucked as she wiggled her ass and I slammed inside her, one hand going down to her hip to keep her right where I needed her. “Fuuuck, that’s good, Ains,” I groaned. “You have any idea how good it feels to be inside you like this?”

“I know how good it feels to have you inside me,” she gasped, pushing back against me. “I missed this. Missed you,” she admitted. “This was all I could think about, you know. You. Inside me. Ah!” She paused. “It was the worst torture to stay away.”

I started up a pounding rhythm, pushing her harder into the wall.

“That’s the only time you get space, Baby Girl,” I told her.

“You’re mine now and you don’t get to run away from me anymore.

” A possessive fury welled up inside me and I wanted to make it clear, in every fucking way that she was mine.

Her hand reached down to rub her clit and I knew she was getting close. I reached over to grab her wrists, pulling them above her head so she couldn’t hurry things along. Our bodies were pressed together so fucking tight I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began. That was just the way I liked it.

“Who do you belong to?” I growled in her ear. “Who the fuck do you belong to, Ains?” I held her wrists with one hand and reached down to stroke her clit with the other. If anyone was going to make her come, it was me.

“You!” she gasped, her orgasm rolling over her as her muscles clenched and milked my cock.

“Good fucking girl,” I told her as I pumped inside her. I could feel my release building as I thrust into her. At the last possible moment, I pulled out and came all over her ass. I wouldn’t mind knocking my woman up, but I wanted it to be when she was ready.

I let go of her wrists and wrapped my arm around her waist, helping to hold her up as we stood there, panting while we regained the use of our damn legs. We were going to be fucking like this every damn day until we died if I had anything to say about it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, dirty girl.”

She laughed, but let me soap her up. After we were done and drying off she looked over at me. “Will you take me to see Cypher?”

“Yeah. We can go right after we get dressed.”

“Thanks.”

I pulled my jeans over my hips and buckled my belt while I watched her. “You’re sure about this?” I asked her. “It’s not too late to get your job back. None of us would think any differently of you if you kept it and still worked with us.”

“I just can’t,” she said with a shake of her head. “I would feel differently about myself.”

“But it’s okay as long as you don’t wear a badge?” I asked, pulling my t-shirt over my head.

“In a weird way, yes.” She shrugged her shoulders, walking into her bedroom to get fresh clothes from her dresser. I followed her, listening. “Because I’m no longer bound by the vow I made when I took the job and swore in. I’m free of that. Free of the complications.”

“And you’ll be okay knowing that we handle shit our own way?”

“That’s why I’m giving you the information.

I’ve started to realize that just because you guys aren’t LEOs doesn’t mean you don’t protect those you love and care about.

You protect this town and all the good people in it.

Your methods may be…unconventional, but your hearts are in the right place. That’s enough for me.”

Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her. “You’re an amazing woman, Ainsley. And now you’re mine.”

Once we were dressed and she’d brushed her hair and teeth we headed out to my motorcycle. I hadn’t been sure the way this would go when I’d shown up here today, but fuck if I wasn’t happy with the results. I had everything I wanted.