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"Hey, who's the hot cop?" I leaned against the bar, peeking over my shoulder at the bartender. A devious grin crossed his lips as his thumb and pointer outlined the bristles of his mustache.
"No one you should be concerned with." He chortled, making me role my eyes.
"Fine. What's she doing here?"
"Not you." He barked, reaching over to tug at my braid scornfully.
"jesus, Ralph, I'm not going to go fuck her brains out." I drawled. "I just didn't realize they had women like that on the force."
"They don't." He handed me another shot. "Her daddy is the commissioner and what baby wants, baby gets..."
As he said that I watched her look around in complete boredom before her eyes caught mine. I was none too subtle with the way my eyes drank in the way her slacks tightly hugged her delectable ass, almost to the point of where it looked like it had been painted on. I could see the contents of her belt, complete with handcuffs and a gun. Standard .9mm nestled safely in her holster around that small waist of hers. Further up, her finely starched shirt had absolutely no wrinkles in it, covering a modest chest, probably strapped down by a vest, or something other than a bra. What got my attention right away was the fiery low ponytail dangling straight down her back, contrasting perfectly with her prim black uniform. Whoa.
"Modern day Barbara Gordon?" I asked Ralph, but not before fixing her with a lopsided grin and a wiggle of my fingers. Her eyes widened and she quickly turned back to whoever she'd been talking to.
"Hey, lay off of her, Ruger." He snorted. "She's visiting from the city...probably to look into some of the things you're getting in to."
"Leave them out of this." I groaned, tossing the shot back. "I'm still a Nomad right now so fuck off."
"So, are you planning on coming back? Hans The Delirious VP, doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands now that you aren't there to hold them." Is he mocking me? I looked evenly at him.
"You know, for a Hangaround, you know more than some entry-level shit. That never goes well, especially if Marshall finds out you're already delving deeper than the damned Prospects." I watched his thick eyebrows waggle like rolling caterpillars as he gloated at me.
"I thought you were Nomad? So it shouldn't concern you too much, eh?" Fucking hell, he's insane!
"That doesn't mean I'm completely out of the loop, dipshit. My ink isn't blotted out yet." I growled at him as he crossed his huge arms infront of him. He may have thought he looked intimidating, but I knew he could fight for shit. All brawn and no brain. Arrogant prick is worse than Hans.
"Can I get a Coke?" A feminine voice broke through our stare-down. I exhaled and turned to see none other than Officer Redhead standing timidly next to me. She speaks. Now I could see freckles sprinkled all across her nose and cheeks. Her wide pretty eyes were a lovely turquoise color and she smelled like strawberries. I also noticed that she wasn't wearing her name tag.
"Here you are, Darlin'." Ralph grinned broadly at her when he handed her a glass of soda. Before she could reach for it, I got to it first. They both snapped their eyes to me as I pried the glass from his hands and took a drink, instantly tasting a heavy dose of Vodka he'd added. Idiot.
"In a clean glass, shithead. You trying to get her in trouble?" I asked, looking disdainfully at the messy brown-haired man. "I can definitely stop by Van's if you don't stop harassing people." I knew I had him when the vein on his forehead emerged.
"She doesn't own me." He snarled, looking like he'd be raising the bar in two seconds flat. Next to me, Red began to get anxious, looking like she'd be reaching for her gun any second now.
"She's got you by the balls, admit it. You'll do whatever she asks." I fought the urge to laugh at him, knowing he wouldn't cause a scene.
"I swear, Ruger, if you ever get an Old Lady-" He tried to threaten.
"Trust me, idiot." I cut him off. "You won't ever lay a hand on me or said Old Lady." I held power over the brickwall of a man and it drove him crazy. There was another stare-down until the ringing of the phone ripped his dark eyes away from mine.
His pissed-off expression was so priceless that I had to snicker when he stormed off to answer the phone. Knowing him, he wouldn't even get what Officer Red had ordered. The guy hated any sort of authority. Too bad for him, there's always someone there to tell him what to do. I suddenly sensed her looking at me, but I only took another drink, feeling amused at the amount of liquor he'd added. Fuck, two gulps of this and she'd probably be wasted. Not like I knew shit about her, but I figured she was a good girl. So good a girl that she comes into a bar in her damned uniform.
"Um... thanks?" She tried, I cocked my head and gave her a smirk.
"Don't thank me just yet, Sweetcheeks." Her brow raised in curiosity at my nickname for her. "He might come back with poison in the next bottle."
"I'll make sure to let you try first then." She rolled her eyes at me. Nice.
"My blood will be on those sweet looking hands of yours then." I whispered, letting my eyes fall from hers and on down her neatly pressed uniform to her shiny boots and then back up. Is it me, or is her face more red than it was before? Once again, I grinned at her, causing her to cough awkwardly and look away. Cute.
"Darn, I hate getting my hands dirty." She stated under her breath, but I still heard it. Was that a grin? I shifted in my seat, facing her now. Her shoulders were tense, I could see the muscles in her jaw working overtime as she clenched and unclenched her teeth. Her hands were doing the same thing. My god, she's so damned nervous. I looked back to where she'd been standing before and saw two others dressed in uniform and again I had to wonder why they were here. Happy hour was two hours ago.
"That's too bad." I said, bringing the conversation back. "I think calloused hands are sexy as hell." That made her hands ball themselves into fists.
"Is that how your hands are?" She asked, not looking directly at me, but I could see her staring at me from the mirror infront of us from my peripheral vision.
"Maybe. Wanna feel for yourself?" I splayed the back of my hand on the counter, exposing my palm to her. I'd always been told I had warrior hands. Well, I still had nails if anything (it drove me crazy if I clipped them too short) but all the same, there was a small scar on my palm from an accident awhile back, I had no feeling in my pinky and since I'd been working on my baby earlier, there were some black marks on them that had refused to be washed off.
Red gasped, instantly leaning closer, but being careful not to touch me as she examined my hand. I watched the way each intake of breath made her throat constrict somewhat, instantly hypnotizing me. Attractive. Very attractive. I concluded to myself just as she looked back to me with those bright intense turquoise eyes. She seemed to be asking permission and I gladly held my hand out to her, letting her know it was alright; not a trap.
"Hey, Ruger. I just talked to Beck and Ryder. They heard you were back in town and wanted to see you." Ralph suddenly reappeared, making the girl basically jump away from me like she'd gotten caught doing something she shouldn't have. I brought my hand back up from the surface to run it through my hair and I noticed that he had no drink in his hand. Bastard. And I really didn't want to see anybody just yet.
"Why don't I buy you a drink? A non-alcoholic one at a place, not this one." I asked the redhead instead, fully ignoring what Ralph had told me. I watched her ponder that for a few seconds before I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I know you aren't on duty yet, Officer Sweetcheeks."
"Don't call me that." She snapped, attempting to glare at me, but I only fixed her with my you-can't-resist-me smile. "Besides, you've been drinking." She tried not to stammer.
"I'm an excellent drunk driver." I said sweetly, trying to ignore the way her more commanding voice did things to make my cock begin to stir in my jeans. I could only imagine ripping the buttons off of that uniform, using those handcuffs to bind her hands and then fuck her over the hood of her cruiser. But I'd play nice since she was new and all.
"I'd stay away from this one if I were you, Officer." Ralph the Cock block butted in, making me give him a pointed look, which he reciprocated with a smug one. "She's bad news." Still pissed about earlier, bro? I thought as much, since not everyone had the balls (literal or not) to call him out on his bullshit.
"Careful Ralphie-boy." I stood to my feet, downing the last of the Redhead's intended drink and lowered my voice to where he could only hear. "Remember who's going to be replacing Hans when the time comes." He glared at me, which I returned with a tip for him. Whether the cutie would follow me out or not was completely her choice as I also paid for her drink and turned to leave.
My baby needs gas and I'm sure Meg can put me up for the night...I went over a few more things in my head before opening the door for a few ladies, all of which smiled a little too friendly at me. Always being one to please, I returned their smiles in kind, making them giggle like a bunch of fangirls before they walked immediately to the bar. Ralph welcomed them with open arms and I was surprised to see the redhead still sitting there. She'd been watching me, but as our eyes locked again, she quickly tore her gaze away with that flush. I had no idea girls still blushed nowadays and it was refreshing. Can't have them all now can ya, Ruger? I snorted to myself as I stepped out into the darkness of the evening.
"Who's the new Officer?" I asked, leaning against my bike. I ended up meeting the ones who had been wanting to see me and they welcomed me home with bear hugs, a box of cigarettes and a bottle of Jack. So sweet. Maybe I could crash with one of them tonight.
"Dibs! I call dibs on that." Beck cut in, pointing at both Ryder and I.
"Give it up, B. I do believe it's ladies choice. Right, Els?" He gave me his smolder, making me snort. "Our other gift to you?"
"Shut the fuck up." I playfully shoved them both. "She's not some kind of prize, but if either of you regard her shrewdly, I'll be forced to kick your asses."
"Oooh, the Almighty Ruger returns with her elegant dirty mouth." Beck waved his hands infront of him like a lame version of a ghost.
"Anyway." Ryder pushed his face out of the way so he could be the one standing in front of me instead. "Her name is Anna Javelin. Transferring over from Corona County. She's only been here a few days, but you know how Happy is with his tech gear. We also know her age, rank...it's ridiculous, actually." He scratched the back of his head in both pride and a hint of shame.
"No, it's Happy." I chuckled. That little guy was a genius. Too bad no one could handle him in the real world. "And, yeah I was just wondering about her because I saw her at Felix's place."
"Maybe she needed a drink. I know I do." Beck couldn't wait and opened the bottle they'd given me. I wouldn't be drinking anymore tonight. "Marsh is talking about a patch-over."
I looked from him to Ryder in astonishment. "What for? With who?" Already?
"Caspian, of course. Look Elsa, you've been Nomad for awhile now and things are changing in the Club." Ryder filled in, seeming a little uncomfortable with breaking this to me. I already knew about all of that, but I hadn't expected it to happen so soon. "How's your dad?" He thought it would be a good time to change topics and I suddenly wished he hadn't.
"Shit, we didn't even ask did we?" Beck put the bottle down and put his arm around my shoulders. Fuck, I didn't want them bringing it up.
"The funeral's two days from now." I answered hollowly before briskly pushing his arm off of me and turned for my bike. "I'll be back later, I think I forgot my wallet at Felix's." I lied, but they understood and Ryder held out his house keys to me.
"Punzie should be there. I'm in the shit-house, unfortunately." He grumbled, causing Beck to break out in laughter.
"I'll tell you all about it later, Ruger." He gave me a thumbs up as I started my bike, with my own grin playing at my lips. With Ryder, anything could have landed him in that unholy place.
I rode aimlessly for a good while, enjoying the feeling of being back home. My actual home was far from it. I'd been born in Corona, but when my mother died, my dad went crazy and I ran away ending up in Arendelle. Here I met the first love of my life, Marshall. It wasn't the romantic kind of love (I couldn't love men like a normal woman could) but he was the one that found me and took me in. He introduced me into what a family should be like, how they were to act around each other and then later I joined his club. From there I instantly earned my spot as VP. All was good until I got news that my last remaining bloodline, was lying in ICU. I'd gotten the clear of going Nomad so I could be with him until he either got better...or didn't. My father was the only reason for ever leaving Arendelle and now I had no other reason to leave again.
Flashing red and blue lights glared from behind me, jerking me back to the present and I immediately pulled over. Shit, how fast was I going? I rolled my neck, trying to loosen the muscles there. How long have I been riding? The door to the cruiser opened. Don't they normally check plates first? I turned off my engine, awaiting my grilling for speeding at night. I only hoped they didn't do a sobriety test, otherwise I'd spend the night on the comfy floor of a jail cell.
"You never bought me that drink." A familiar voice caused a lazy smile to smear across my face. I knew she couldn't stay away.
"Are you going to arrest me, Officer?" I tilted my head up at her.
"I do believe I witnessed you drinking earlier." She granted me a small smile of her own.
"So what? Want me to blow you?" I paused, watching those eyes of hers widen. "For the sobriety test, Sweetheart." I clarified, seductively winking at her.
"Yes- I mean n-no- I mean...I don't know what I mean. Get off your bike." She straightened her shoulders, putting on a brave bravado and I found myself eagerly complying. Too cute for her own good.
"You want to spread me out, Officer?" I leaned against the hood of her cruiser, fully inviting her to do whatever she wanted and I didn't miss the way she'd stumbled over her own feet.
"Turn around." Her voice croaked.
"Normally, I'm the one behind, but I guess it could work this way too." I grinned naughtily at her before turning and splaying my hands on the hood, thrusting my ass out and spreading my legs. I heard her breath hitch. "Read me my Right's, Officer. I know I've been a bad girl." I taunted.
"j-jesus." She stammered before tumbling through my rights, but not before patting me down. Thank you Ryder! The only thing I had was a knife, but it was the appropriate size, so I wouldn't get in trouble for it. I felt her hands come back up my thighs and around to my pockets. My cock was already pushing against the front of my jeans even before she started so I'd be a monkey's goddamned uncle if she didn't feel it as she continued to pat me down.
"Are you going to cuff me?" I asked somewhat breathlessly and stiffened when her hand brushed my cock, stifling a groan in the process.
"If you don't give up your gun I will." She threatened, making me raise a brow.
"My...gun?" I looked over my shoulder at her. "I don't have a gun." Confusion fell over me. I swear I left it all with Ryder.
"I'm not messing around here, Ruger." She stated, bordering on haughty when she said my name. Is she really going to arrest me? 'What do you think, idiot?' And what the hell is she talking about?
"Neither am I, Sweetcheeks. I don't have it on me." I admitted.
"Then what the hell is this?" She snapped, stepping behind me once more. My eyes bugged out when I felt her hand close around my erection. "Give it." She ordered, making me groan heatedly when she squeezed.
"F-fuck, Anna." Don't stop.
"Don't force me to do it myself, this is resisting." It sure is, unbutton my pants. It was absurd. I laughed, until she squeezed again, prodding me to turn. You're going to make me cream these new jeans! "Turn around already, or I swear-"
"By all means, Officer Javelin." I cut in with a devious grin. "Feel free to arrest me, but I can also tell them where the bad girl touched me." I saw her brow furrow from over my shoulder and as much as I wanted to enjoy the feeling of her touching me, I wanted to laugh that much more. Fucking hilarious!
"What?" Now she was confused. I wanted to see her reaction so I turned while she was still firmly grasping my cock.
"Have you ever felt a gun through clothes?" I asked, watching her eyes widen into saucers. Even in the darkness of the night, I could see her face turning so red, it seemed to glow like a flare. "Or am I really as hard as a gun?"
"O-oh. My. Fucking god!" She yelped, jerking her hand back and stumbling away from me in so much embarrassment that I wanted to keel over in hysteria right then and there. "I am sooo fucking sorry! I-I didn't know- I thought you- shit!" She scrambled to the door of her car and hurled herself inside.
"Should I call you?!" I asked as she peeled out of her spot, backing up so fast and propelling forward at such a speed, I was sure she'd left a part of her car back there as she zoomed off into the night. I finally doubled over in laughter. That's too damn precious!
Anna Javelin, hm?
A/N: I know, I know I should be working on my other ones, but this one was pushing me and pushing me so I caved^^ I like how it turned out though *chuckles* oh Anna! *shakes head with stupid grin on face.*
Anyway thanks for the reviews an all that other jazz and I gotta be up in about five hours sooo Tootles~