Dirty Tactics (Special Weapons & Tactics Book 1)

by Peyton Banks

  Sarena shut the door, and her friend moved into her home.

  “Any updates?” Ronnie asked, throwing her purse on the couch and plopping down next to it. Her dark-brown eyes were wide as she waited to hear about Marcas.

  It had been a few days since Sarena had woken up and put her clothes on to make the short walk of shame home after their non-date dinner. Due to him getting called out, they hadn’t had to go through with the awkward ‘morning after a one-night stand’ routine.

  “No.” She shook her head and took a seat on the other end of the couch. She had confided in her friend about the night of passion she’d had with Marcas. “I’m really not expecting much.”

  “But if the chemistry is what you say it was, how can he just ignore it?” Ronnie sat back flabbergasted. She was a huge fan of romance and happy ever afters.

  Sarena smiled at her gullible friend.

  “This isn’t one of those romance novels you read, Ronnie.” She shook her head at the look of hope on Ronnie’s face. “Not everyone has a happy ever after.”

  “But you could! Have you called him?”

  “Ronnie, he said he didn’t do dating or relationships. I knew what I was going into when I went over to his place.” She shrugged, thinking of her last few nights at home. She didn’t know what he had done to her but she found herself wanting him even more. He filled her every thought.

  She just couldn’t get him out of her mind. Even now, her core pulsed with the memory of the feel of his cock stretching her walls when he’d thrust deep inside her. The feel of his hard body posed over her had chills sliding down her body. She was officially going through withdrawal. One night with Marcas MacArthur, and she was addicted. She craved another hit of his expertise tongue and thick cock.

  She’d heard his motorcycle at all times of the night the last few days as he came and went. It took everything she had not to go to the window and try to catch a glimpse of him.

  Even if she tried to be discreet, he would see her looking for him. She didn’t want to appear desperate. If he wanted her, he would come for her.

  “And you’re just all right with this?” Ronnie’s frustration was apparent on her face, and she stared at Sarena.

  Was she okay with it? Not really, but she’d rather have one night with Marcas than nothing. She didn’t regret their sole night together.

  “I’m not going to be the desperate woman chasing him down. Believe me, I’d like nothing more than to walk over there and bang on the door and demand he fuck me again.” She laughed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  She paused at the way Ronnie’s eyes lit up.

  “Oh no! There is no way in hell I can do that.” She shook her head just as the sound of Marcas’s motorcycle roared through the night, announcing he was home.

  “Yes, you are! You are going to go over there in something sexy and you’re going to get laid again tonight!” Ronnie shot off the couch and grabbed Sarena’s hand. Her friend dragged her up the stairs and pushed her toward her bedroom.

  “Ronnie, you are crazy. I can’t just show up at the man’s house and demand he take me, like one of the heroines in your books.”

  Ronnie pushed her into the room when Sarena tried to stall.

  “If it works in the books, then it will work for you. How can he resist a hot babe like yourself?”

  Her stomach fluttered just thinking of what could happen. But what if he only wanted her once? Doubt crept up in her mind, and she sat on the edge of her bed while Ronnie rummaged around in her drawers.

  “But, Ronnie, what if the chemistry was just one-sided? What if I just imagined it? You’re right. If it was there, wouldn’t he have come for me again?” She bit her lip, her imagination running wild with the ‘what ifs’. Self-doubt blossomed in her chest. What if their night together was the itch to his scratch and he was done with her?

  “Don’t you start doubting yourself, Sarena Rucker,” Ronnie threatened and disappeared in Sarena’s closet. “He should be grateful that you felt compelled to give him your cookie!”

  Sarena snorted and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Felt compelled? She’d practically forced it down his throat.

  Literally.

  She watched her friend come out of her closet with a pair of fire-engine-red heels and lingerie in her hands. The glint in Ronnie’s eyes made Sarena leery of her friend’s plan.

  “Um, where is the rest of the outfit?” she demanded to know.

  Ronnie had lost her mind if she thought Sarena was going to walk over to his house in just lingerie and heels.

  “This is it. You can throw your trench coat on over it.” Ronnie danced in place as she set the items down on the bed.

  Sarena looked at the lingerie and recognized the piece. It was tiny, black, lace, and barely covered her body. She had bought it on a whim.

  “You have officially lost your mind.”

  “Have I? Why buy these things if you aren’t going to wear them?”

  “I wear them,” she muttered, picking up the lingerie and admiring it. It had been expensive, but she’d just had to have it. She hadn’t been sure when she’d ever wear it, but she’d splurged and bought herself something sexy.

  “When?” Ronnie cocked an eyebrow. She planted her hands on her hips, waiting for Sarena to reply. Her perfectly tweezed eyebrow was high on her forehead.

  “Around the house when I need to feel sexy,” Sarena mumbled, holding it to her chest. There was nothing wrong with a woman walking around her house in sexy lingerie to make her feel sexy.

  “What am I going to do with you?” Ronnie exclaimed with a shake of her head. “No, this particular scrap of lace was meant for a man to peel off you with his teeth. Now go! Shower!”

  “But, Ronnie—”

  “Go!” Ronnie stomped her foot and pointed to Sarena’s bathroom.

  Sarena glanced down at the tiny scrap of lace and pondered for just a second.

  Did she have big female balls to pull this off?

  She thought of the night with Marcas and knew she had to have it again. Her dreams had been filled with nothing but memories of that night and even a few fantasies of what she prayed the future held. She looked up and met Ronnie’s eyes.

  “Okay, bitch. I’m going.”

  Chapter 9

  Mac stood beneath the steady flow of hot water. Steam filled the air as he braced his weight against the wall with his hand. Memories flooded his mind of his argument with Declan. His best friend had been right. In that short period of time, he’d let Sarena fill his thoughts and break his focus.

  He’d tried his damnedest to get her out of his head. He’d tried to ignore the fact she lived next door. Close enough for him to walk over to her place and demand entrance, but he held himself back. He had to get the taste of her, or the sounds of her moans, from his mind.

  Getting the call for the hostage situation had been a way for him to leave. It should have been an indicator of what a relationship with him would be like. He was always on call being a member of SWAT.

  It was a demanding job that required many hours away from home. His unit not only served for the local police department but for the Feds as well. The last two days had been spent going through tactical training. To be the best, he and his team had to rack up countless hours of training to ensure they were top notch.

  The days consisted of going through drills to practice and perfect their entry into buildings, sweeps, and takedowns. His body ached from the hand-to-hand combat drills. Declan, as usual, was his partner and hadn’t taken it easy on him. They were evenly matched in size and strength. They had gone at each other with a ferociousness that allowed them to pound out their frustrations. By the end of training, they were good and back to old pals. His team had ended the session with time at the shooting range.

  As usual, Myles had showed them all up with his precision shooting. Mac was a spot-on shooter, but Myles had the eyes of cat and could hit targets at over five hundred yards.

  Th
e water pounded on his head as he stepped underneath the warm spray. Visions of Sarena’s caramel skin came to mind. He released a curse and tried to push it away, but his mind was playing tricks on him.

  He closed his eyes, and the sight of her spread out on his bed woke the hunger for her again. His cock thickened with the thought of his tongue flicking her pink pearl that lay hidden in between her brown folds.

  He released a growl as he connected his hand with his aching member. He stroked himself to the memory of his cock disappearing between her plump lips with her eyes locked on him. Her hot little mouth knew how to work him up into a frenzy that no woman had been able to do before.

  He released a grunt and moved his hand faster. He gripped himself tight, closing his eyes, imagining all the ways he would love to take her but hadn’t got the chance to.

  The memory of her eyes widening when he had proclaimed that he would have her everywhere came to mind. He knew she had been in a state of frustration when he’d left her on the porch that time. He’d read her face easily. She wanted him.

  He’d had her, but it wasn’t enough. By the evidence of how hard his cock currently was for her, there was no way in hell he was done with her.

  He pumped his fist faster, imagining his cock sliding into her tight channel, her legs wrapping around him as she threw her head back in ecstasy. His balls tightened, hot spurts of release shooting out. His eyes tightened, too, and he pumped a few more times, expelling his release. He paused, gripping his semi-hard length, and the realization hit him square in the chest.

  Sarena belonged to him, in his bed, in his arms, and sliding down on his cock.

  Damn the rules.

  He leaned back and let the water rush over him. Determined, he quickly washed his body. Going against everything he had convinced himself of over the years, he would go to her. She was a smart woman and would understand what it would mean to be with a cop. They would take it one day at a time. No need to rush into anything.

  He rinsed, shut the water off, then stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he stalked into his bedroom, trying to think of all the things he could say to Sarena to explain why he hadn’t called or had any contact with her. He grabbed a pair of sweats and threw them on. The sound of his doorbell floated through the air, and he finished toweling off his chest and ran it over his hair to dry it a little.

  “Who the hell is that?” he muttered, glancing at the bedside clock.

  It was a little after nine at night, and he wasn’t expecting anyone. He moved to his nightstand and pulled his Glock from the drawer, flipping off the safety and creeping to the top of his stairs. His bare feet flew down the steps as he made his way toward the front of his house.

  He arrived at the door and pulled it open without looking. Whoever it was would be greeted by the nozzle of his Glock. Mac froze in place at the sight that met him.

  “Well, is that how you normally greet your neighbor?” Sarena breathed, her gaze dropping down to the weapon in his grip. She propped her hand on the edge of the doorframe and settled the other on her hip.

  He slowly took her in. She was the epitome of sexiness. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth as his eyes met hers.

  He trailed his gaze down over her. Her thick hair fell around her shoulders in waves. She had a beige trench coat on that stopped mid-thigh. Her silky brown legs went on for miles and were put on display by her red high heels.

  “Sarena,” he said, clearing his throat, his voice finally able to work. He shook his head to erase all the erotic images that were coming to mind.

  “Are you going to invite me in, Marcas?”

  Something about the way she said his name always had his heart skipping a beat. He usually went by Mac, never Marcas, but it felt right coming from her. She’d be the only person he’d allow call him by his first name besides his mother.

  His eyes met hers again, and he pushed the door open and granted her entrance. She brushed past him with a small smile on her face. He shut the door behind her and turned to her. He leaned back against the door, unsure why she was there. He hadn’t called her, and here she was, standing in his entryway, dripping sex appeal.

  “Are you going to hold on to the gun? It makes this a little awkward if you feel you need to be armed.” She cocked her eyebrow at him, nodding to the weapon in his hand.

  He flipped the safety back on and pushed off the door.

  “I usually keep it secured in my bedroom,” he murmured and moved past her toward the living room. He walked over to the entertainment center and pulled open one of the draws. The sound of her heels on his hardwood floors echoed behind him. He placed the gun in the drawer for now, making a mental note to come back later to put it where it belonged. “Why are you here?

  He turned around, and the wind left his lungs as if he had been hit in the chest with a two by four.

  Sarena held back the chuckle at the look on Marcas’s face. She cocked her hip and rested her hands on them while he took her in. She had removed her jacket once he’d gone into the living room.

  Now here she stood in her little lace lingerie that molded to her thick curves and did nothing to hide anything. Her core clenched at the hunger that burned from his irises as he eyed her up and down.

  Ronnie had been right. This outfit was much better suited to show off in front of a man. One who would peel it off of her.

  She grinned and slowly turned around so he could see the full outfit. The lingerie was designed for a woman with an ample backside, and she had plenty. The back of the bottoms were a thong, leaving both plump ass cheeks of hers on display. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder so he could see the full outfit.

  She stared over at Marcas with an innocent look on her face. His gaze was locked on her ass, and she knew she had him. No man could fight a woman in a sexy outfit that highlighted everything he loved about the female anatomy, and Marcas MacArthur was an ass and breast man.

  “Like what you see, Marcas?” she murmured, turning back to face him. She put a little sway in her hips as she made her way over to him.

  Now it was her turn to lay down the rules.

  After her pep talk from Ronnie, she was confident in her sex appeal and knew if she wanted Marcas, she’d just have to go after him and make him see things her way. He didn’t get to just decide for her. He just didn’t know what he wanted and didn’t realize that what they’d started the other night was nowhere near finished.

  “Fuck, Sarena.” He ran his hand through his hair when she stopped in front of him.

  She cocked her head back so she could gaze into his eyes.

  “That’s what we are going to do, Marcas.” She smiled at the sight of his nostrils flaring. She had him in the palm of her hand. No matter how much he tried to fight what was between them, she’d win him over. They could work out the details of their ‘relationship’ later. Now, she just needed him between her legs.

  She placed her finger over his lips as he opened his mouth to speak.

  “Shh…” She pressed her body to his. His cock pushed against her through his cotton sweats, and it took all she had to stay focused and not drop to her knees in front of him. “Now see here, Sergeant Marcas MacArthur. It wasn’t that long ago that you marched over to my yard and told me that we were going to fuck. Now it’s my turn.”

  He moved to speak again, and she rested her finger on his lips and shushed him once more. He wasn’t about to kill her thunder, she was on a roll.

  “I’m not done. We are going to fuck. Many times. And we are going to date. I don’t care what you’ve done in the past, I’m the present, and if you play your cards right, I’ll be your future. I want you to peel this contraption off me, fuck me hard all night, and then tomorrow, we’ll discuss our relationship. Do you follow me, Sergeant?”

  Her breaths were coming fast, and she waited for an answer. He cocked his eyebrow and glanced down at her finger. She removed it to allow him to talk.

  “Do I h
ave permission to speak, ma’am?”

  A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, and her core clenched. His hand slid up to the back of her neck and held her head in place.

  “Yes, Sergeant,” she breathed, watching his head move close to her. “You have permission.”

  “Good. I’m a fucking idiot,” he muttered then swooped his mouth down onto hers.

  The kiss was hot, open, and wet. She celebrated her victory by wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands instantly cupped her bare ass, crushing his hard cock to her stomach.

  She released a moan as his tongue thrust its way inside her mouth. Marcas grabbed her and lifted her. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life when he moved toward the stairs.

  She’d have to call and thank her friend tomorrow. Hopefully, she’d have some form of her voice left. Tonight, she planned for there to be plenty of screaming.

  Chapter 10

  Marcas burst through the door of his bedroom. She could still smell the lingering scent from his soap in the air and on him. She groaned as his hand gripped her ass cheek. They had yet to break their kiss. She moved her lips to his scruff-lined jaw. His shadow of a beard drove her crazy. Just the memory of the scruff scraping against the soft skin of her thighs had her core clenching.

  He strode across the bedroom with her in his arms. His strength amazed her since she was a thick woman. He stood near the bed and allowed her to slide down his body. She groaned, her body coming into contact with every hard part of his muscular frame. His warm chest called for her lips. She trailed kisses along his chest, standing on her own two feet.

  He whipped her around and pulled her back to his chest. His hand crept up to her neck and held her in place, and he nuzzled the crook of her neck.

  “Sarena, forgive me.” he murmured. “I’ll explain later, okay?

  “You don’t have to explain anything,” she whispered, his grip on her throat tightening.