Page 90 of Warrant
“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.”
