Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1)(14)

"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.





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.