Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1)

by Savannah Rylan

  I made my way around a rack of coats that cost more than my bike. A woman on the floor, clad in a stuffy pantsuit, eyed me as I went. She casually changed direction and followed me. She was about as smooth as a deer on ice. I’d been in a dozen situations where I was being followed, and their weapon of choice was a lot more intimidating than her. If I was in here to steal something, I would have already done it and they would never know, but the only thing I wanted I couldn’t stuff under my cut.

  “Can I help you with something?” the woman finally asked, just as my eyes landed on Sunshine who was skimming through a rack of shirts.

  “If I wanted your help, I would have asked,” I said, just as the woman stepped in front of me and blocked my path. I rested my hands on either side of her arms, and she let out a loud gasp, as I geared her away from me.

  She didn’t move from the spot I moved her to. Instead, she stayed firmly planted there, hands on hips, staring me down. I laughed and continued over to Sunshine. She held the sleeve of a yellow shirt in her hand, and her lips pushed to one side in thought.

  “Do you own anything that’s not yellow?” I asked, and she jumped at my voice.

  “Cash! What are you doing here?” she exclaimed in a whisper, her eyes nervously searching the area around us.

  “In the area,” I said, keeping it vague. I wasn’t about to tell her that I couldn’t resist the urge to see her. “What about you? Don’t have enough yellow in your wardrobe already? Thought you would add to it?”

  Her head tilted in what looked to be annoyance. “My stylist told me it was a good color on me.”

  “Your stylist?”

  “Yes, my stylist. My mother got me one for my birthday last year, and she told me all the colors that work well with my complexion.”

  I lifted an eyebrow at the absurdity. As far as I was concerned, Sunshine could wear a burlap sack and still look fucking good. “You know what would look good on you?”

  “What’s that?”

  I stepped toward her, snaking my hand around her waist, and pulling her tight against me. “Me.”

  For a moment, we stayed there. It was as if she was soaking up the heat that was rolling off of me in waves. Her gaze met mine, and I could see the desire burning brightly in her eyes. Unable to resist temptation a second longer, I crushed my mouth to hers, desperate to taste her sweetness.

  She moaned against my lips, and her fingers knotted in my hair. I wanted to fuck her against these designer shirts, and come all over the expensive material, but I forced down the urge, pulling away slightly.

  I rested my head against hers, listening to her heavy intakes of breath. My fingers toyed with the hem of her dress as my hands skimmed the bare skin of her thigh. “Come with me,” I said.

  “I can’t,” she replied, but the way she bit her lip told me she wanted to.

  The woman that had been following me poked her head around the corner, and gasped at us. Sunshine pushed me away and straightened her dress.

  “Is there a problem here, ma’am?” the woman asked, looking at me like I was some fucking thug.

  “No, no. No problem. He’s a friend,” Sunshine explained.

  The woman seemed skeptical about this admission, and continued to linger. “Are you sure?”

  Sunshine rested her hand on my chest, and my raging hard on turned to fucking stone. “Positive. Besides, we were just leaving. Have a good day,” Sunshine said, taking my hand and guiding me out the door. Outside, she came to an abrupt stop and spun toward me. “I have to go.”

  I yanked her to me, and her hands splayed across my chest. I bent my head to her ear. “But you don’t want to,” I said against her skin before swiping my tongue against her lobe. Her fingers dug into my chest, and I could feel her trying so desperately to resist. “Come with me.”

  Her eyebrows pinched together, causing little wrinkles to form. “But I’m here with my friends.”

  “Ditch them.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Come on, Sunshine. Be the wild girl I know you can be, and get that pretty little ass on the back of my bike.”

  “I’m supposed to meet them for lunch though.”

  “I’ll give you something to eat,” I said, and nipped at the sensitive spot between her neck and her shoulder.

  Red flared up her neck and her cheeks as she scanned the area.

  “Time’s ticking,” I said, letting my hand run down the side of her body, skimming her gorgeous tits before settling just above her ass.

  “Okay, but I want real food. I’m hungry,” she said, and I laughed.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You,” I said, as I grabbed her wrist and brought her to my bike. I placed a helmet on her head and fastened the strap, letting my fingers linger on her soft skin. I loved how out of place the flat black looked on her pretty head. “Hold on tight,” I demanded as I revved the engine and then pulled out into traffic.

  Her arms pressed firmly against my sides, and her hands latched securely onto my front. Her tits pushed into my back, and it was the one time in my life I wished I wasn’t wearing my cut. I wanted to feel her against me with no material blocking our skin from touching.

  She had given into me so easily that first night, and now she was making me work for more. It was killing me. I felt like a thirsty man in the desert, desperate for a drop of water, and willing to do anything to get it.

  Normally, I’d drive to a secluded place and claim what I wanted, but she needed her stamina for what I had planned. So, I drove through the streets of Seattle until we came upon my favorite pub. The food was good, and the beer selection was even better. As I dismounted the bike, and looked from Sunshine to the worn wooden door of the pub, I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever set foot into a place like this.

  “It’s no country club,” I said. “But the food is damn good.”

  She slid off the bike, landing on her sexy heels, and smiled. “I wasn’t concerned,” she said as she walked by me and right through the doors.

  I caught up to her just as she greeted the hostess. “Two please,” she said, and I liked the way she was taking charge. From the outside looking in, she seemed like the typical rich bitch that couldn’t do anything for herself, not even make a decision, but as I got closer, I was beginning to realize she was far from it. She was a tough little thing and damn if I didn’t like it.

  The hostess brought us over to a table in the middle of the restaurant with four chairs. It might as well have had a spotlight on it. “Do you have a booth?” I asked.

  “Yes, please follow me,” the hostess said, and led us to a booth in the far corner. It was slightly darker than the rest of the joint since the sunlight didn’t reach this far.

  “Better,” I said, and waited for Sunshine to slide into the booth before joining her.

  The hostess handed us the menus, and went over the day’s specials. “Any questions?” she asked.

  “We’re good,” I said, and she disappeared back to the front.

  Sunshine fidgeted beside me. “Why are you sitting here?” she finally asked.

  I turned toward her, resting my arm on the back of the booth. “Do you have a problem with it?”

  “It’s weird. I’m used to the guy sitting on the other side of the table. Across from me, not right next to me.”

  “Yeah,” I said, and slid my hand beneath her dress, running my finger up her thigh. Her body stiffened and, then, as my hand continued to move she shivered. I swiped my thumb across the cotton of her panties, feeling the wetness begin to pool. “But, if I was over there, I couldn’t do this.” I yanked the material out of the way, and sank two fingers knuckle deep into her pussy.

  She gasped, and I leaned my elbow on the table to block her view from the rest of the place. Her breathing picked up, and she began to pant, as I worked my fingers in and out.

  “Water,” someone said behind us, and Sunshine’s eyes widened. Red crept up her neck and spread quickly through her cheeks.
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br />   Slowly, I slid my fingers out of her slick tight pussy, and turned in the green vinyl booth. “Thanks,” I said to the guy in a white button down and black slacks who clearly had no idea what he just stumbled upon. “I was craving something wet,” I said, and I felt Sunshine tense up even more beside me.

  The guy moved on, and started bussing a table a few over from us. Sunshine was still frozen beside me. “You okay?” I asked.

  She took a deep breath and sat up in the booth, avoiding my face. She picked up the menu, acting as if she wasn’t just on the brink of an orgasm in the middle of a restaurant. “What are you getting?” she asked, but I could still detect the desire in her voice.

  I brought my fingers to my mouth, still glistening with her juices, and dipped them inside. Slowly, I pulled them out. “I already had dessert, so I guess a burger.”

  The look of surprise in her eyes made me laugh. She was just too damn easy to mess with.

  The waitress came over, holding a pen and pad. Her head was a mess of blonde curls, and couldn’t help but wonder if the carpet matched the drapes. “You ready to order?” she asked.

  “How is the salmon?” Sunshine asked the waitress.

  “It’s salmony,” she said, clearly not a people person, and possibly in the wrong career field.

  “Okay then. Um…” Sunshine who seemed to always know what she wanted, shook her head back and forth as she stared at the menu.

  “Burger, medium with fries and a Guinness,” I said, and took the menu out of Sunshine’s hands. “She’ll have the same.”

  “But…”

  “We don’t have all fucking day,” I said. “Besides, you’re going to need more than salmon in your system to keep up with me later.”

  She blushed again. “Oh. Alright, then,” she uttered, swiping a hand through her brown hair. “Can I have a glass of white wine instead of the beer?” she asked the waitress.

  “Pinot Grigio, okay?” the waitress asked.

  “That would be fine. Thank you.”

  “Not the beer type, huh?” I asked as the waitress walked away.

  “On occasion, but, if you’re going to make me eat a burger, I’m still going to keep it classy,” she said with a wink.

  Not many girls could make me laugh, but Sunshine did. The girl was witty, and a bit feisty, and I found it both intriguing and sexy as hell. I slipped my hand back under the table ready to pick up where we left off when her hand grasped mine. She brought placed it on the table and smiled. “Let’s keep those in sight until we’re done here,” she said.

  “What’s the fun in that?” I asked, refusing to let her stop me from what I wanted and what I knew damn well she wanted too.

  “There could be a lot of fun in restraining.”

  “Trust me, there isn’t,” I stated, ready to shove my hand under her dress and make her come harder than she ever came before.

  She rested her fingers on my face, and urged me to look into her eyes. “Think of the prize at the end of the day, and how much more it’ll mean when you finally get it.” She gently pressed her lips to mine, and then turned back in her seat.

  She was playing hard to get, a game I never understood. It always seemed pointless to me. If you wanted something, you went after it. You didn’t take no for a fucking answer. But, this girl was different than the girls I usually played with which meant so were the rules.

  I would play her game, for now, but, later tonight when my cock was deep inside her, I would be the one in control again.

  Aubree

  I couldn’t even tell you the last time I had a burger. It was so damn good. I was always concerned with looking a certain way, and not wanting to hear my mother’s judgment if my ass got too fat. I savored every greasy bite, and washed it down with a second glass of wine that my mother would frown upon. No respectable girl had more than one drink before five o’clock. But I was sick of being her puppet. Sick of her making decisions for me. Hell, I would order a third glass if I wasn’t already tipsy from the others.

  The waitress took away my plate, and I almost waved goodbye to the greasy goodness. As soon as she turned her back to us, Cash’s big hand landed on my inner thigh. Heat shot to my core, and I licked my lips thinking of earlier and how he slipped his fingers beneath my panties without a care in the world.

  He inched ever so slowly up my goosebump-ridden skin, and I sucked in a ragged breath. I should’ve stopped him. Told him that earlier he had crossed a line and he was doing it again, but the warmth of his hand felt so good on my bare skin. I didn’t care that we were in public, surrounded by people. My head was fogged by reminders of how his fingers made me feel. How one swipe could send me into delicious convulsions, and how desperately I wanted him.

  Just as I was about to ease my legs open to him, he pulled his hand away, turning my want into need. “Ready?” he asked and slid out of the booth, leaving me completely speechless.

  He leaned down to me, his lips just a whisper shy of mine. “Think of the prize at the end of the day, and how much more it’ll mean when you finally get it,” he said, using my own words against me.

  “You’re evil,” I said as I got to my feet.

  The corner of his lip tugged slightly. “Just playing the game you started. And, just so you know, I am very competitive.”

  I didn’t know if he realized, but that was the first thing he told me about himself. Maybe that meant he was warming up to me and because of that he was willing to share a little more. Or maybe I was over analyzing it and it had nothing to do with anything other than him wanting to get back in my panties. He wasn’t easy to figure out, so I didn’t know his angle, but I figured I couldn’t go wrong with flirting.

  I rested my hand on his hard chest, and looked up into those gorgeous green eyes. “Good,” I breathed. “Because I like a challenge.” I strutted away, pretty darn proud of my flirting skills.

  I had known William since I was twelve, so there was no need for flirting. Our parents pretty much had been planning our wedding after our first kiss at sixteen. It would be at the country club, naturally, and I would wear a white satin sweetheart gown with a Marchesa crystal embroidered belt. My hair would be pinned back because it was elegant and showed off my beautifully elongated neck. I tried not to gag as my mother’s voice ran through my head. She was still pissed at me that I turned down William’s proposal, and we weren’t on speaking terms at the moment. Which was fine by me. I was enjoying the peace and quiet.

  When I got to Cash’s bike, I stopped and spun toward him. He strolled up to me with easy confidence a freshly lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

  My phone buzzed in my bag, and I retrieved it. Amaya’s name flashed across the screen. I had countless text messages from both her and William. I totally ditched them back there, and didn’t even let them know.

  They were probably worried about me and afraid something happened. I waited until the call ended, and then sent a quick text, assuring my best friend I was okay and that I had to take care of something. After telling her I’d fill her in later, I shoved my phone back into my bag.

  “Everything okay?” Cash asked, taking one last drag off his cigarette before flicking to the street.

  My knees became weak at the sparkle in his green eyes. “Everything is fine. So, where are we going?” I asked.

  “Wherever the road takes us,” he said, as he placed the helmet on my head and tightened the strap beneath my chin. His finger skimmed my skin, and excitement shot through me.

  Being with him was against everything my parents wanted for me. It was stupid. It was reckless, and I might have officially lost my mind. But I didn’t care. My addiction was back full-fledged, and I would do anything and go anywhere to satisfy my craving.

  “Hop on,” he commanded, and I did as he asked without a moment hesitation. . I kicked my leg over the thick seat, and wrapped my body snug against Cash. The scent of tobacco was strong, mixing with the warm masculine scent of leather and spice. I inhaled it deeply, burning it
to my memory.

  The engine revved, and the bike roared to life, as Cash whizzed out into the traffic. He drove faster than I was used to, and I held on tight, digging my fingers into his sides, and pulling my body flush against his.

  The sun began its descent into the horizon, as the sky turned grey and a light rain began to fall. The droplets were cold against my skin, and a shiver ran through my body as the wind whipped through us.

  Cash dodged in and out of cars, disregarding all traffic laws. I felt like we were in a game, or a movie, and not real life. Eventually, the buildings became more widespread and the industrial landscape changes to residential houses and parks.

  I saw a sign for Black Hills, and remembered the patch on his leather vest that said exactly that. He was bringing me home, and I didn’t know if I should feel honored or if I was just another notch on his bedpost.

  The bike slowed as Cash made a right into a driveway. The house was small, but quaint, with green shudders and tan vinyl siding. There was a small wraparound porch that stopped just short of a two-car garage.

  Cash got off the bike, and held his hand out to me. I took it and let him help me off. “Watch your step. The driveway is a little uneven here,” he said, pointing down to a crack in the cement. “Wouldn’t want you to get your heel caught in it.”

  “Thanks,” I said, and looked to the house. “So, is this your place?”

  “Nah. I thought I’d pick a random house with no cars in the driveway, and see if I could break in without being caught,” he said and my heart stopped. Suddenly, I was looking around the area to make sure no one was outside and able to see us. Cash laughed. “Kidding.”

  “Oh. I knew that,” I said, feeling a bit stupid, but pretending like I wasn’t.

  “You should have seen your face.”

  “I’m sure it was hilarious,” I finally said.

  “It was, but just so you know. I wouldn’t drag you into my shit. I wouldn’t want to taint your clean record,” he said, walking toward the house.

  I caught up to him, my heels clicking loudly on the concrete path. “How do you know my record is clean?” I asked. Granted it was, not even a single speeding ticket, but he didn’t know that.