Serving the Bad Boy: War Hawks MC

by Carmen Faye

  “What?” I half squeaked in reply. “I’ve never really thought about the ring I would want. I guess I just always assumed the right man would just know the right ring.”

  “I suppose he should,” Tarek replied, “if he’s smart enough to know he’s got the right girl.”

  I blushed, and he made larger movements, leading our dance. He was guiding me to his brother and Catarina. They excused themselves from other guests and kissed their hellos with Tarek.

  “You clean up well, little brother,” Ali commented. “I’m glad I was finally able to convince you that you should own a tux instead of renting for these things.”

  “You do too. It’s been ages since you have been able to attend one of your own functions in person,” Tarek threw back in jest.

  Ali looked to Catarina. She blushed as he happily kissed her forehead.

  “It’s nice having someone besides you in my corner, wanting me to get out and enjoy life,” Ali said. “I’m living every day to the fullest now.”

  “Yes, well, our days will be much fuller soon,” added Catarina, smiling even more broadly.

  “Yes, I imagine wedding planning will be a very hectic time for you,” I replied.

  “That and planning a nursery,” Ali said, now beaming as much as Catarina.

  “Are you serious? You two are going to have a baby?” Tarek asked.

  “When Ali proposed, I had been waiting to give him some big news as well,” Catarina told us.

  “You work fast,” Tarek said to his brother, shaking his hand rapidly. “Congratulations. I’m excited to get a little niece or nephew.”

  “Yes, I’m excited to keep our family growing,” Ali said, giving Catarina a loving squeeze. “Perhaps you won’t be terribly far behind.”

  Tarek looked squarely at me as he replied, “I hope not. That’s not what I’m planning, anyway.”

  I could feel Ali and Catarina smiling at me expectantly. Tarek was still gazing at me, but his look was more knowing. He knew I was his, even if he hadn’t popped the question yet. He knew when he did I would say yes.

  “I’d love to hear more of your plans sometime,” I said, taking his hand.

  “Well, maybe when this is over you can come back to my place for the rest of the weekend. I have some more immediate plans I think you would like to discuss as well,” he said, giving me a wink.

  “These things pretty much run themselves, right?” Ali asked. “You’ve given the staff instructions, and everything is going smoothly. We have a program, and the staff has its instructions. This is our event so any last minute details can just come to us directly.”

  “You two go. This is one of my last nights out before I’ll probably start showing and not having the energy for all this. I’ll go out on a high note feeling like I’m in charge for a night,” Catarina teased encouragingly.

  “Okay,” I replied, thinking only a moment. “It’s your event.”

  “Then let’s leave now. Sheba’s around back,” Tarek said, immediately taking a small nip of my neck.

  We made our goodbyes. Then I lead him through the center to one of the back doors. We stopped here and there along the way in quiet corners and empty rooms to steal a few more kisses, nips, and nibbles.

  By the time we reached his motorcycle, I was already wanting. The hour and a half ride back to his place on Long Island more than prepared me to walk in the door to his house and head straight for the bed that I slept in as much as my own.

  When Tarek parked the bike in his driveway, I eagerly jumped off, walking for the door, but he caught me. He spun me round to face him and claimed my lips for another kiss.

  “We can do more than that inside,” I whispered as he made his way to my neck.

  “Or we can warm up doing a few things, right here,” he said, continuing to dig his teeth into me.

  “That’s just as well by me,” I replied, gripping his hair to guide his lips back to mine.

  “I’m amazed you haven’t noticed something yet,” he chuckled stepping back from me. “How well do you know me?”

  “I feel like I know you better than most, but also like I have so much to learn. Why?”

  “Something is wrong with this picture. Think about all the times you have come here or ridden on the back of my bike like tonight,” he said.

  I thought for a moment.

  “The only thing that’s different is that we are all dressed up,” I replied, shaking my head confused. “We’re dressed up, and you didn’t pull your bike into the garage.”

  “Bingo!”

  “Do I win a prize?” I asked, stepping forward, ready for another kiss.

  “I assure you that you can have what you are suggesting any time, but I think that is more of a prize for me,” he replied, welcoming me into his arms and giving me another kiss. “I do have something for you. It’s in the garage?”

  “For me?” I asked.

  “Ah-huh.”

  “After all the hinting tonight, I’m surprised you want to give me something in the garage.”

  “I have different plans for that too,” he told me with an even bigger smile. “For now, just accept this present as my way of saying that I want us to have our adventures together.”

  “Okay,” I replied hesitantly as he took my hand in his.

  He pressed the garage door clicker in his pocket, and as the door raised, it revealed a beautiful bike, similar to some of the ones many of the War Hawks rode. It was black and chrome with a red rose detail. I walked over and lightly ran my hand along the leather seat and saddlebags.

  “Tarek, this is gorgeous. It’s too much,” I said, still looking at the motorcycle in awe.

  “I think it’s just enough, for right now,” he replied. “Why don’t you climb on?”

  “I don’t want to make it tip over. I’ve only ever been on the back of your bike.”

  “That’s not true. You and Sheba practically ran a man over to save me in that parking garage.”

  “That was in the heat of the moment - pure adrenaline and fear,” I defended.

  “Well, I can give you heat of the moment and adrenaline,” he said, backing me against the bike. “You’re about to get you first lesson in handling your ride.”

  He pressed the garage door clicker again, and it began lowering to a close.

  “I am? What’s lesson number one?” I asked.

  “Staying in control,” he replied, lowering his voice.

  He reached out a hand and with one finger he eased his tuxedo jacket open. I had worn it to keep warm on the ride to his house. Now, he eased it off me and laid it over the handlebars.

  His eyes narrowed, and he pressed himself to me again, kissing the shoulder that held the single strap of my dress. As his lips moved toward my outer shoulder, so did the strap until it fell off. As he kissed my lips, he made easy work of unzipping the zipper on the opposite side, letting the dress fully slide down my body. I stood before him in a thong and matching heels.

  He placed my hips back against the seat of the bike. Then he eased my shoes off my feet. He tossed them aside and placed a hand on each side of my panties. His eyes stayed focused on my center as he pulled them down my thighs, knees, and calves, letting them come to rest on the floor near us.

  I gasped and then held my breath as he lingered in front of me without making another advance. He leaned in close as if he might claim my body with his mouth, but he didn’t. He ran his hands up the back of my calves to my thighs. He moved his hands from the back of my thighs to cupping my ass.

  Then he placed a small peck, the tiniest kiss, below my navel.

  “What exactly do you want me to control? You or myself?” I asked.

  “Mm, both sound good,” Tarek replied. “If you can control yourself right now, then you can control me inside.”

  “Control myself how?” I asked, looking at him still kneeled before me.

  “Don’t wake my neighbors,” he replied, leaning forward and giving my body the attention he had been prepar
ing it for.

  I gripped the seat with one hand and the handlebars with the other as he nestled his face into me, letting his tongue work. As I moaned and grew wetter, he moaned as well. The vibration and hum of the sound gave me a chill that ran through me from bottom to top and back again.

  “Remember, this is a lesson in control,” he replied.

  “I’m being very quiet,” I told him, breathing heavily already.

  “Let’s see if you can keep it up,” he replied, grabbing my hips and turning me to face the bike. “This is just the beginning.”

  He stood and eased me over until I was bent at the waist. Then he placed each of my hands on opposite ends of the handlebars.

  “Hold tight,” he said, in a low tone.

  A moment later, I felt him taking long licks of my body again. My thighs immediately began to tremble, and I whimpered softly in pleasure. This only made Tarek more diligent in his efforts to make me scream.

  We had only dabbled in backdoor play, but he pressed a finger against this additional opening as he tongued the other. It was a sensation I had never known and nearly made me lose my balance altogether. As my legs felt near buckling, Tarek grasped my hips and leaned me forward more. He pressed his lips and tongue to me working them that much more fervently until the bike rocked under the motion and my weight.

  “So good,” he said, sitting back looking at me like a man who wanted seconds on a good meal. “You passed. If we keep going, I’m going to have my way with you out here, and you won’t have to worry about who the neighbors think is loud. Take me in the house. Have your way with me.”

  He kissed along my spine and back of my shoulder blades. I rolled my head to one side, offering my neck back to him.

  “I think I’ve decided to stay right here,” I replied, wiggling my rear back and forth against him. “It feels like my next ride is nearly ready.”

  “It’s your show. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

  “For now, I think maybe I should do like you said and get on the bike. It might better help me learn some control,” I replied.

  “You want to go for a ride right now?” Tarek asked.

  “I do,” I said, swinging a naked leg over one side and lowering my exposed center against the leather seat. “I was thinking you could climb on with me and help me steer. It would help me learn.”

  I rose up again and leaned forward, holding the handlebars and pretending to turn left and right. Tarek licked his lips as he watched me. Then he began unbuttoning his shirt and unfastening his pants.

  “You have the driver’s seat. We can go wherever you like,” he said, stepping out of his pants. “I’d go anywhere with you or for you.”

  He climbed on behind me, and I raised myself higher, so that when I settled back down, I settled onto him. He let out a deep, long moan as I slowly took all of him in the one motion.

  “Are you ready for the ride of your life?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.

  He eyed my body and the way he moved caused my back to arch, pressing my lower half into him more.

  “The wilder, the better,” he purred, wrapping his arms around my waist.

  THE END

  BONUS BOOK - SEAL

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Did you want to use that or were you just checking it out for size?”

  Emmy Roth had never been so embarrassed in all of her life. She had been practically drooling over the most attractive man she’d ever seen—in or out of a United States Navy uniform—since their eyes had caught soon after she got off the plane. One day she’d be able to walk over to a man like that, crook her finger, and have him follow her to the nearest flat surface…but not today. Looking at something she knew she couldn’t have made her want to tune him out altogether. She gathered her luggage, which was only a very small bag, bought herself the extra-large frozen caramel coffee drink and looked down at the list that was going to be complete when she finished her time in Hawaii. It was like her mission that she chosen to accept.

  Have a one night stand with a sexy stranger

  Wear a bikini in public

  Learn to swim

  Buy a sexy black dress (and actually wear it)

  Wear high heels

  Jump into a waterfall like they do in the movies

  Surf

  Find out who Emmy Roth really is

  This was supposed to be the trip of a lifetime, and she looked down at her to-do list to see what she could accomplish that day. It wasn’t that she’d needed it out right now, but somehow, just holding that pink piece of paper in her hand made her feel like she could actually accomplish the items that were on it. Emmy was a list maker, and if she was going to make the most of her time, she needed to have her goals set and be ready to cross them off.

  She was trying to hold too many things at once. While she was trying to juggle her bags, her bucket list, and her iced coffee drink, she ran right into the very man she’d been avoiding.

  It was like she saw the whole thing happen in slow motion. She must have squeezed the cup, as she attempted to clutch everything and make sure it didn’t drop, but it got all over the man’s tan uniform. She remembered the napkins she’d taken from the café where she purchased her beverage and reached into her purse to get them.

  “I’m so sorry. Let me get that.” She started wiping off the whipped cream and coffee.

  “It’s okay, really,” he tried to grab her hand, but she wanted to make sure she cleaned up her mess. “Really,” he said again and lifted her chin so that she could look into his face.

  She was so easy to fluster. Everyone who knew her knew that, but this man didn’t know her from the man on the moon. Emmy got sucked into his cornflower blue eyes; she saw fatigue, amusement, and… was that arousal?

  “Unf…” The slight grimace he had on his face, as he moved his hand to hers made her really notice what she was doing. Looking down she saw that the cleaning she had been trying to accomplish had ended up with her rubbing the area around his most private parts, and a large, hard shape had sprung up under her hand. Then, she found she had wrapped her hand around his girth and was slowly stroking him up and down.

  His hand looked like it was in limbo, as he tried to decide if he was going to show her the stroke he liked the best or move her hand away. This man probably thought she was a prostitute with the way she was rubbing on him and acting like a hot-pants floozy. She jumped away from him, hoping she didn’t look as surprised as she was.

  “I’m so sorry to mess up your uniform and for… ummm… the other stuff. I don’t usually molest men in the middle of a crowded airport,” she said, as she looked the man up and down. He was even bigger up close than he’d been when she’d spotted him as she exited her plane. The beverage she’d gotten was supposed to cool down her libido because looking at the body of the man in front of her made all her best bits tingle.

  “It’s alright. The coffee blends right in.” His voice was deep, and it rolled over her nerves like a calming balm—even as it kept her sexually frustrated. “My clothes have been through much worse, and I don’t think I’ve ever had such an inviting greeting.”

  “That wasn’t a greeting. I was trying to clean you up.” Her voice’s pitch seemed to jump up into the Minnie Mouse range, as she tried to explain herself. It didn’t help that after she’d wiped off of his clothes, her hand had lingered on the long, hard cock that had grown while she fumbled around. When he called her on her actions, she was almost molesting the man in public.

  “I’m kidding with you. I guess I shouldn’t, but you look like you are taking this so hard… bad pun… and we are in paradise. Loosen up.” He bent over to pick up some of the things that had fallen out of her hand.

  This man didn’t look like he would have a poetic bone in his body, but the fact that he was trying not to make her feel like burying herself under the sand—and that she’d never had the attention of a man like this—made her stop judging him. She decided to start accomplishing some of the things
she wanted to do with her life. One was to break free of her anxiety. She was so fearful and had so many second thoughts about her life that she’d missed out on a lot of opportunities.

  “I guess you’re right; we are in paradise,” she said, as she snatched the pink paper with her list on it out of his hands. Hopefully, she’d taken it from him before he got a good look at what it was. That would be even more embarrassing than the one-sided fondling session she’d had with him. The expression on his face was still pleasant and not like he’d just found out he was standing next to a woman who carried around instructions on how to make her life and vacation better.

  “So we should do what people do while in paradise, right? Let me buy you a drink. Then, maybe we can get rid of the worry on your face,” he said, and she was sure then that he hadn’t seen her missive. He was sexy, built, and beautiful—and even though the first thing she had on her list mentioned a sexy stranger, she made a mental note to revise. She would have to know something about the person because she’d drive herself crazy with questions if she didn’t know a little about the man.