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“You look fucking hot.”
“Thanks,” I replied with a laugh. That was something I was coming to appreciate about Warrant. The man said what he thought.
“You up for a ride?”
My brows shot up and I leaned around him to look at his motorcycle. It was a gorgeous machine. “Sure. Let me grab a jacket.”
His grin widened.
“What?”
“Thought for sure you were going to give me some lecture about how dangerous they were.”
I snorted at that. “I’m a cop,” I told him. “Not exactly a profession you get into if you’re risk adverse.”
“That’s true,” he conceded. “Here,” he said, plopping a helmet over my head so fast I barely had time to react. The face mask was open so he continued on. “Safety first.” He buckled the strap under my chin for me.
I liked the way his fingers felt brushing my skin. Ugh. I was in so much trouble. This wasn’t a part of the plan. He wasn’t a part of it. I was supposed to come here. Get the job of a lifetime. Have the townspeople love me. Become a part of the community… Not fall in love.
Not that anyone was falling for anything right now. But dammit, Warrant was a distraction for sure.
“Come on, Beautiful,” he said with a charming grin, as he took my hand and led me to his motorcycle.
I waited until he got on and put his own helmet on, then I climbed on behind him. My arms went around him and I gritted my teeth when that flattened my boobs against his back. I may have rubbed them against him just a little. My nipples stiffened under my shirt and a thrill raced through my body as he started the engine. The vibrations—and hanging onto a gorgeous man—were going to make this a very interesting ride.
It’d been a really long time since I’d…ridden…anything. I was a bit repressed and my body was making that known. Before we took off he patted my thigh, then gave it a firm squeeze and I thought I might explode on the spot. A grin spread over my face as he pulled away from the curb and we headed out of town.
I hadn’t asked where we were going, but really, I didn’t care. I had the day off tomorrow and there was no reason not to enjoy tonight. The freedom of flying down the open road on the back of this bike was something I was going to remember for a long time.
CHAPTER 11
Warrant
Cheyenne was only about an hour away. A long enough drive that I got to enjoy Ainsley’s body plastered to mine, but not so long that she’d be hobbling after the ride. Riding a bike could be like riding a horse. If you weren’t used to it, too much time on either could have you walking a bit bow legged.
But there were more options in the bigger city and less prying eyes. My brothers had already opened up a betting pool on how long it was going to take me to sleep with my sheriff. Problem was, I wasn’t fully convinced sleeping with her was the end game. Well, it was. Of course. I was a red blooded male, and she was…
I shifted my mind away from that as my dick got hard. Not the best time to be thinking about all that because I couldn’t easily shift to rearrange my shit. I pulled into a parking lot andcut the engine. “You alright?” It’d still been a long ride for her first time.
“Absolutely,” she said with a laugh. “That was fun.”
Grinning at her, I pulled my helmet off, then helped her with hers. She was competent enough to handle it, but I liked touching her. Besides, I needed her to get used to me. As it was she was shoving my hands away so she could do it herself, not aggressively, just in a ‘I got this’ manner. She smoothed her hair down and handed the helmet over.
I put my hand on her lower back and guided her into the restaurant. It was one of those nice places that had dim lighting and small intimate tables, but not one of the kinds that sold you one tiny slice of beef and half a potato made into some fancy mash, along with one sprig of something or other and charged three hundred bucks for it.
This place had the decency to give you a good portion size while they charged you an arm and a leg for it. I hadn’t come all this way to go home hungry. Nothing worse than shelling out a pay check, then having to hit a food truck because your date was still hungry.
“Must be hard to eat out at a place like this when you’ve got your own home grown beef,” Ainsley said, as I helped her scoot her seat at the tiny table that was going to be barely big enough for me to get my knees under.
I sat down and stared at her.
“What,” she asked, her eyes widening a little at my look.
“Marry me.”
“What?” she choked out with a laugh.
I shook my head. “The fact that you understand that…”
