Serving the Bad Boy: War Hawks MC

by Carmen Faye

  His heart almost stopped when a loud crash sounded like a car had hit the side of the building. Emmy squealed and the sexy moment was gone. The storm had to be in full force now, and there was nothing they could do but wait.

  “I love you, Emmy. I know it’s been a short time, and I know there are a lot of obstacles, but if we make it out of this I want to try to see if we can make this work.”

  She looked at him but then picked up his phone so she could see him better. “Say that again,” she said, looking deep at his face like there was going to be a change in what he said or how he said it.

  “I love you, Emmy, and I’m sorry that I tried to make decisions for you that we should have discussed together.” He kissed her forehead and then wondered if maybe they should put some clothes on. If anything happened he was going to need to help out, and she would need to be with the other civilians.

  “Do you really mean that? I hate to ask you so many times, but I was beginning to feel like I was all alone in this. Not the sex. We’re good at that, but you were just able to flip your emotions on and off with not a thought of us. You walked away yesterday without even my cell phone number, and it really hurt. Today, I was willing to take sex from you because it’s so good and because I’ve never regretted being with you like that, but I was more afraid of what’s going to happen to you when all this is over.”

  That’s what he’d been trying to tell her. The life of a military partner wasn’t always a good one, and if nothing else, loneliness topped their charts. It wasn’t something that he wanted for her, but it was something they would talk about. How to make this work? Could they make this work? Why should they try to make this work? Those were the questions he wanted answered, but the main question was… Would they live through the night?

  “Let’s get dressed in case either of us has to make a quick retreat.” He was sorry to break up their little party, but he hoped there would be time later when they both survived this ordeal. Until then, they would have to be happy with what they had.

  They were dressed and in the bed when his emergency walkie-talkie went off. “Everyone just stay where you are. It’s about to get bad.” The tinny sound of the little machine made him wonder about who was talking on it and where the hell they were.

  “About to?” Emmy said from his side.

  He brought her to the inside wall and covered her with his body. It was all he had, and he’d give it to her. The winds were shaking the cement building, and Matt wondered if it would crack and crumble around them.

  “When I knew that you’d seen my list, my first thought was how embarrassed I was, but you didn’t let me know about it until later, so I thought I’d gotten away with some master heist.” Emmy’s voice was low, and he was concentrating on her words. It was amazing how just that one thing had him calm and focused.

  “I wanted to be the stranger whom you had your one-night stand with. From the moment I fingered you at the restaurant and heard your sweet moans, I knew it would be hard to let you go. I started that night trying to let you have the independence you said you were looking for. I’d kicked off your list and you were on your way.”

  “What brought you back?” she asked, as her fingers stroked him comfortingly. It wasn’t lost on him that they were both trying to bring comfort to each other in a very uncomfortable situation.

  “I watched you try to gather your courage to take off that robe while you were on the boardwalk. The area you were heading towards wasn’t even heavily populated, but I wanted to make sure you had done another thing on your list. I knew you weren’t the type of woman who would have liked the, ‘You look beautiful. Just go out there and strut your stuff’ angle, so I tried to get your competitive spirit going.”

  “I’m not competitive.” She practically sat up, but he made her lay back down, and then he turned off the light on his phone, thinking they may need it later.

  “You are one of the most competitive people I know. The fact that you don’t think so means that it’s so deeply ingrained in you it’s hard for you to see. I’m not asking you to change it. I’m just saying that I saw it… probably because competition is my spirit animal, too.”

  “Thank you for helping me with my list.” She turned around in his arms so that they were no longer spooning, but she was nestled into his chest. He wasn’t ever able to fully turn off the hyper-awareness of the turmoil going on outside, but he was able to be comfortable, and he was able to comfort.

  “I’m glad you wrote list so I’d have a chance to woo you with your own words. That was pretty convenient.”

  “I’m not going to lie to you, Matt. I don’t know if we are going to make it out of here alive, but if we do, you may never get rid of me.” She snuggled into him even harder, and he took comfort in her words and touch.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever pushed anyone the way I pushed you—unless I count myself, but that stops right now. Today. If we get out of this, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go.” He hugged her tight in his arms.

  There was a sound so loud it seemed to be right in his head. The wind blew around the room, and it was like he was fading into a fog.

  “Matt… Matt…. MATT!!”

  He knew that was Emmy’s voice, but it seemed to be fading fast. Matt wanted to tell her to go and get help but nothing was working. His mouth wouldn’t move and neither would his body.

  Run, Emmy. His mind felt like it was flooded until the peace and calm ran over his body and mind—like water.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Lieutenant Commander Matt Perrier had seen better days, or at least he felt like he had. He opened his eyes and felt like he must have gone on a major bender if the pounding in his head and the soreness of his body was any indication. The room was dim, but there was enough light to see that he wasn’t in any bedroom that he remembered. Turning his head a little to the left, he could see that there was a woman asleep on the bed. She wasn’t laying in the bed but rather sitting in a chair at his bedside and bent over so that her head lay by his hand. What the hell is going on?

  Looking around the rest of the room, he saw that this wasn’t any hotel or base housing… he was in a hospital. There was a pole with a machine that looked like it had a bag of some liquid running through it to a long tube that was connected to his arm, and there were all types of other wires that were connected to his body in different spots that led up to a machine that had his vital signs on it…blood pressure, respirations, temperature, and pulse. He knew a bit about the medical field, so he knew that at least his readings were within normal limits.

  What had happened? He closed his eyes and tried to think about it, but nothing came to him, but what was worse was that it was painful to even search for that memory. He remembered getting on a plane to vacation in Hawaii, but after that, there was nothing. Maybe the woman by the bed knew something. He turned his attention to her and was transfixed on the long dark hair that was on the bed. Her position didn’t look comfortable, but she was definitely sleeping. The desire to touch her was stronger than he’d ever had with a stranger, but somehow he just felt like it was something he could do. Turning his hand over he let the silky strands flow through his fingers, attempting to catch the softness between his fingers, and her head popped up like he’d pushed a button. Her eyes were wild, like she was confused, but the brightness of her smile made him want to smile too…if he didn’t hurt so damn bad.

  “Matt? You’re awake?” The woman jumped up and threw herself on the bed… kissing his face and hugging him. She smelled awesome, and he appreciated her joy over the fact that he was awake, but he thought he’d stay quiet while he figured out who she was. Have I been captured somewhere by the enemy? She seemed too friendly to be a prison guard, but who knew? The enemy did all kinds of weird things.

  “Do you need anything?” she asked while looking all around, but then, like she remembered something, she stopped short. “Let me get the nurse.”

  He caught her hand before she could sprint off. “Wh
ere am I?”

  “In the hospital.” The look of relief and endearment on her face made him wonder again where he knew her from or if she was just a really good actress.

  “We were in a back room of an evacuation facility when something hit the wall and it crumbled. You were hit in the back with a piece of concrete, and they think the whiplash made your brain swell up a bit. The doctors are amazed that you didn’t have more damage, but you have been unconscious for two days.” She snuggled back into him with a hug that was about to make his cock hard as stone, but he cleared his throat and prepared to get some answers before this woman left to get reinforcements.

  “Are you my nurse?” That was a direct question, and he expected a direct answer.

  “Oh… you want to play that way?” She went to pull the curtain around the bed, and when she returned, she had a look he was very familiar with…the naughty girl look. It was complete with a smirk and her removing her panties. She had on a loose-fitting blouse with elastic around the neck line and a long skirt. The whole ensemble looked fairly comfortable, but when he looked at it another way it was easy access as well. She didn’t look like an easy access woman, but he’d not turn her away. He didn’t plan on saying anything to encourage or discourage the beautiful woman with the long dark hair and body like a 1950s pinup model.

  “It’s a good thing you woke up in the middle of the night. There is no way we’d be able to get away with this in the daytime.” She hiked up her skirt, and he couldn’t control how hard his cock throbbed when she saw her thick thighs spread. “I’m not sure what we can do with you, because you’ve not been cleared, and I’d hate to do something that would damage you.”

  “Sit on the chair and let me watch you play with your pussy.” He was fascinated by this woman who looked like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but sat in the chair next to him with her legs open and her glistening juices wetting her tasty looking pink parts as she did as he requested. Matt still didn’t know who she was, but that wasn’t going to stop him from having this fun with her, especially since she was so game to please.

  “Like this?” Her voice was breathy, like she was already turned on. Maybe it was her kink to get off with patients, or she felt like she was doing her good deed for the day. His dick was thoroughly enjoying the show, and if he wasn’t tied up to all this shit, he’d definitely would have requested something a bit more hands on.

  “Rub your clit a little before you sink those two fingers inside and pull down your top. It looks like you’re hiding a nice set of tits that I can’t wait to see.”

  Her breath hitched, and his hand moved down to his cock to adjust himself. However, he found his hand wrapped around his cock and the tempo of his stroke matching the rhythm of her movements.

  “I was right. Those tits are awesome, but they look like they need to be bitten or sucked really hard.” Why he thought it was okay to talk to this innocent-looking woman like this, he wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t complaining so he’d keep going.

  “Yes, please.” Her voice wasn’t as strong as it had been, and he was proud that he’d been able to get her this excited with nothing more than the words of his mouth.

  “Pull on your nipples.” He was enjoying giving her orders and wondered when she’d get up and tell him to fuck off. It didn’t appear that the dismissive words he was waiting for were going to happen.

  She again did as he instructed, and he stroked faster and faster. It was like he’d not had sex in a year. He was so ready to explode it was almost like his legs spread a bit on their own accord, like his body knew he needed a bit of room to work his cock. He could feel his balls bouncing until they got tight and felt full.

  “It doesn’t look like you’re going to last, Sexy. Why don’t you come for me?” he said in a voice that sounded rusty even to his ears. He knew they couldn’t be loud, and for some reason, he thought this woman would be a screamer. Matt wasn’t sure what to do in this situation, but what he did know is that it didn’t matter who pulled back that curtain, he was going to blow his wad in the next few minutes.

  She bit down on her lip, and it was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. There was a flash of something that ran across his mind. An elusive thought that was so quick that he’d missed it. Did it have something to do with this woman? He thought so. It had something to do with watching her ride her fingers like it was something she did often and her full breasts swaying with each wave of release.

  Watching her come from her self-stimulation was more thrilling than he’d imagined. It wasn’t like he’d never seen a woman stroke off for him, but with this woman, it set off something in him he wasn’t sure he recognized. She got up from the seat and stood by the bed. Matt was ready to come, but he felt a bit vulnerable here in this bed with no weapon at his disposal. The look on her face helped him calm down a little, but years of being wary and reading people told him it could be a trick, as he still didn’t know who she was.

  Her face was flushed, and she was still trying to catch her breath, but she looked like she was planning to do something. What? He didn’t know.

  “I know you missed this.” She put her wet fingers in his mouth and her flavor burst on his tongue like he’d licked her pussy himself. The woman sawed her fingers in and out of his mouth, and he couldn’t contain the deep moan that came from him. Whoever she was, she knew him well and had quite a bit of moxie to presume that he’d want this. He must be a dirty fucker because he loved it. That gesture coupled with the swinging tits that swayed every time she moved was so hot he couldn’t stop the eruption of semen that was rushing to squirt out. He closed his eyes and let it go, but not before he felt the soft warm lips of this beautiful woman close around the head of his cock. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, but before the aftershocks were complete, he could feel the cool air where her mouth was as she pulled down his gown and brought his blankets up.

  “Is everything all right in here?” A small woman in blue scrubs came rushing in with her stethoscope like a blur.

  “Matt’s awake. He’s only been up for a few minutes.” The woman whose lips were still wet from sucking his cock seemed nervous. Why would that be? Was she not supposed to be in there? Was she just going around the hospital spreading her type of cheer?

  “You should have told us he woke up the minute it happened. His heart rate spiked and so did his respirations.” The look the nurse was giving his playmate was making him upset. Maybe she should have tried to get help, he thought. Then, he remembered that she had, but he’d held her back to get more information.

  “It’s okay,” he said trying to help out. “She was trying to get help, but I stopped her with questions.”

  The nurse turned to him with a big smile. “Well, as long as nothing was harmed I guess it’s alright. I’m going to call the doctor and tell him you’re awake. The place is going to go crazy, Lieutenant Commander Perrier.”

  “What the hell happened?” Matt wondered out loud. It was like everyone knew something that he didn’t, and it was beginning to bother him.

  “There were a lot of people wounded when the side of the building gave way. You were protecting me with your body so I didn’t get hurt. The only way they’d let me in here is because I told them I had some medical experience and could help out.” She looked at him like he should know her. However, it didn’t matter how much he tried to search for the memory that would get them out of this awkward position, it just wasn’t working. The longer he stared at her the larger her smile was, and he wasn’t sure why she was doing that either. It was time to cut to the chase and get what needed to be said out of the way.

  “Who are you exactly?” There was no way to say that nicely, and his head was bothering him too much to attempt to be more tactful.

  Her smile faltered, and she slowly straightened up and took a step back from the bed. “What do you mean?” She seemed to stand up a bit taller as she clarified, “I’m the woman who’s been with you for the last week and a half. We met in Hawaii, an
d we’ve been inseparable ever since.”

  “Sweetheart, that doesn’t sound like the me I know.” He didn’t want to call her a liar, but this story wasn’t anything he remembered, and he tried long and hard to keep people… especially woman away from him and his lifestyle. His job was dangerous, and he didn’t invite anyone into the world where he may not return. His father had left his mother when he was five years old, and that wasn’t anything he planned on doing to another person.

  “You’re right. It isn’t. You found a note about the kinds of things I wanted to do while I was on vacation, and the first thing on my list was to sleep with a stranger. You fulfilled that wish, and then we ended up having so much fun we just kinda stuck together.”

  He watched her become more and more animated when she was trying to tell her story, and that told him that at least she thought she was telling the truth, but he couldn’t be sure.

  She grabbed her chest like she had just come to an important realization. “You don’t remember me… do you?”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t remember you at all.”