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Her eyes widened as she tried to wiggle away when my mouth clamped onto her. Her moans were soft at first, but got louder with each lick, nibble and suck. I had a feeling she was trying to keep them down because every noise was an admission that she wanted me. That she really was mine. She could try to stay quiet all she wanted, but I planned to make her scream. By the time we were done, she was going to know the fucking truth. I was claiming her in the most primitive way that I could. She could try to run from me, but I was always going to be there when she turned around.
I thrust two fingers into her, my thumb rubbing at her clit, until her breathing became shallow and her pussy fluttered around my fingers. She moaned my name as her fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my mouth against her wetness, while I thrust my fingers into her, over and over until her thighs trembled. Her fingers gripped my head as she came.
Extending her orgasm out as long as I could, I waited until her body went limp then I shifted upward. Grabbing her by the hips, I flipped her onto her hands and knees. I didn’t pause. Didn’t give her time to process what was happening. The tip of my cock snagged on her entrance and I thrust into her until I was fully encased in wet heat. Fuck she felt good. Her pussy was still quivering from her first orgasm.
She whimpered as I rocked back out of her. Her thighs spread as she moved backward to try to find me, to be filled by me again. “Please, Warrant. I need you. Please.”
Her pleas drove me mad. I fucking loved hearing her beg. Wrapping one hand around her throat from behind, I anchored the other on her hip as I started up a pounding rhythm. One that would drive us both to the edge. And beyond. She moaned my name. Reached back to grab my thigh and tried to pull me back into her after every thrust. She didn’t have to. There wasn’t any chance I was leaving her hot, wet cunt until we both got off. And even after we both came I’d want more of her.
She gasped loudly, and I knew she was about to come again. Her pussy started to tighten around me, making it almost impossible not to come with her. Her back bowed and her inner walls spasmed as she orgasmed again. My name tore out of her throat and the sound drove me crazy. My fingers tightened on her, though I was careful not to crush her delicate throat, my hips kept pistoning into her. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to stay buried balls deep in her until we both fucking died from heart attacks. But she felt too good wrapped around me. Her walls were milking my cock, begging for my cum.
My balls drew up as the first jet of my cum left me. It felt like it was pulled out of my very soul, the way she sucked me deep inside her. The orgasm left me blind and deaf to anything except her and how good she felt.
Once my heart rate slowed down, I dropped to the side and pulled her against me. To my relief she snuggled up to my side and closed her eyes. “What’s it going to take to convince you of how good we are together?”
Her sigh was sharp, but she didn’t open her eyes or respond.
“I love you, Ainsley.”
She lifted her head and glared at me. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Don’t play dirty.” She rolled away from me and I let her go.
Sitting up in bed, I watched her snatch up her clothes, fury radiating off her. So much for staying relaxed. “Telling you I love you is playing dirty?” I asked, arching a brow.
“You know it is,” she snapped, tugging on her clothes.
I grinned as she had to put her pants on over her bare pussy. I wondered how long it was going to take for her to realize I hadn’t used a condom. It hadn’t been my plan not to. I had enough in my nightstand, but I’d been so out of my head with needing her that it had slipped my mind. The image of Ainsley pregnant with my child made that possessive instinct inside me rear up. It took all my self-control to stay sitting while she finished getting dressed.
I chuckled as she flipped me off and walked out of my bedroom. One of these days she wasn’t going to walk away. I’d make sure of that.
CHAPTER 32
Ainsley
Sighing, I dropped the rag into a bucket of water and put down the twentieth bottle of hydrogen peroxide. My eyes scanned the hallway carpet for any last traces of blood.
Cypher had called me and offered for his MC to clean the place for me, but something about doing it for myself was cathartic. I needed to do this for myself. To close this situation out in my mind.
Though I had taken Cypher up on the offer to help me put new furniture in my rental because the couch and recliner had been shot to hell. I’d told him not to send Warrant though. He and Scythe had shown up personally to take care of it for me.
It’d taken me days to get this house put back together after what had happened. Sure, I was using the excuse of cleaning it as a way to hide from Warrant. To hide from the world. He’d told me he loved me and I didn’t know what to do withthat information. A part of me was ecstatic. The other part was logically looking at what a relationship between us would look like.
I focused back on my work and pushed all thoughts of the sexy biker to the back of my mind. This battle inside myself had been going on since the first night I’d met him and I wasn’t sure how to fix it, so it was best to ignore it.
I was eternally grateful one of my academy classmates had told me that hydrogen peroxide was the best way to get blood out of fabric. At the time he’d creeped me the hell out because he’d told me that while staring at me without blinking.
When I’d curled my lip at him, trying to decide whether to hit him or walk away, he’d continued to explain.
“You see, it breaks down the proteins in blood. It’ll foam up and just lift right out of pretty much any material. You never know when you might need the information one day!” The last he’d called out as I finally walked away from him.
Who knew that one day it really would come in handy? Though I never had asked why exactly he knew that or why he’d told me the way he had. The guy had washed out not too long after that. He hadn’t had what it took to be in law enforcement and had figured it out pretty quickly.
The cleaning had given me time to think. It wasn’t fair to Warrant that I’d slept with him again, then told him I needed space. I should’ve put my foot down and not let him touch me. But when a man like that sets his mind to something he was hard to resist. Not to mention he’d saved my life less than a week ago.
That, plus the fact that I really couldn’t let myself see him again yet. If I did, I’d end up right back in bed with him and those were the only reasons I wasn’t on his door step yelling at him for not wearing a condom the last time. I hadn’t even realized it until later. Thank God I wasn’t in the part of my cyclewhere I was ovulating. Bringing a baby into this situation wasn’t going to help at all.
