Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1) (8 page)

“I’m on it,” Hudson said. “At this point, it’s worth a fucking try.”

“And I’ll take a trip down to the station, talk to Stanson, see if he’s heard anything about this Gord… whatever the fuck her name is.”

“What’s going on with the Feds?” Braxton asked. “They’re not sitting outside anymore. Does that mean they’re gone?”

“For now,” Nick answered. “Stanson said we’re no longer on their radar, but that doesn’t mean they won’t show their nosy asses up here whenever they fucking feel like it. So, just be on alert and stay out of trouble.”

Nick telling us to stay out of trouble was like telling a fat kid to stay away from cake. It was never going to happen.

M
y phone vibrated
in my pocket, and I slid it out.
Mom
popped up on my screen, and I swiped to see what she wanted to bother me with today. It was a picture of my half sister, Cara, in a cap and gown with the caption:
The proud grad! She did it.

I smiled before texting back and telling Mom to tell her I was proud. I hadn’t seen either of them since Dad’s funeral. Mom had skipped out on Dad ten years before, and moved to New York, where she met her current husband. The complete and total opposite of Dad, from the way he dressed to his nice cozy office job. He was safe, and that’s exactly what Mom wanted. She was sick of the biker life, and desperately tried to make me go with her, but I refused. I was born into the Righteous Outlaws, and the only way I was leaving was in a body bag.

After a few years, she finally gave up trying to persuade me with New York pizza and bagels. It was only then that we were able to pick up the pieces of our relationship. I might not have wanted to go with her, but I still looked at her as if she abandoned Dad and me.

I don’t think Dad was sober that entire first week after she left. He was the toughest son of a bitch I had ever come across, yet losing his Old Lady broke him. I couldn’t imagine what he would’ve done if I would have left with her. I never once doubted my decision. I didn’t fit into the cookie cutter life Mom was living anyway, so it was best that I was on the other side of the country. We texted a few times a month, and that was more than enough. I had my family. My brothers. They were all I needed.

I pulled out of the warehouse parking lot, and headed into the city. I had just finished up a few club errands, and wanted to go for a ride. There was nothing better than the open road when you had no agenda.

I drove down the street, passing the tall buildings and overpriced stores that composed Rainier Square, and came to a stop at a traffic light. The corner of my eye caught on a splash of yellow in the busy weekend crowd. I turned just as Sunshine, in a yellow sundress, waved to a group of people, opened a door and stepped into a store.

The obvious choice was to ignore her and keep going, but, after she ditched me the other night, we had unfinished business to attend to. I’d been walking around with a goddamned hard-on since she took that tight little ass away from me without even a taste.

So, I brought my bike to the side of the road and eased between two parallel parked cars. I killed the engine, took off my helmet, and walked into retail hell. As soon as I stepped through the doors, all eyes turned to me. The woman behind the register shifted uncomfortably as she rung up some woman who had so much plastic surgery she was starting to look like a cat.

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.

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.