Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection

by Lexy Timms

  She got in a good look at him as he took the time to check her out. Ruggedly handsome, piercing hazel eyes, broad shoulders, a massive chest, and arms that told her he could probably drop down and do a hundred pushups without breaking a sweat. He was the kind of person no one would volunteer to go up against in a fight. He was one of those guys other men would make a point of taking a step away from in conversation, just in case he uncoiled a friendly punch by accident. His sandy blonde hair still gave away his military cut, but now the top of it had been allowed to get a little messy.

  She took all of him in at once, and realized just how tall he was. He was almost a foot taller, and his broad shoulders completely overshadowed her small frame. Just her type. She could handle that body above her. She almost wanted to see what those bulging muscles looked like under his shirt. Maybe they bulged like that everywhere.

  Nicole couldn’t quite figure out that boyish innocence about him, though. He had to have seen a few things during his service, unless he was holed up in some supply base in Hawaii or at one of the US training bases in West Germany. Her father had traveled enough, and she knew the look of men who had seen things. This guy didn’t have that look. As they got closer to stepping on the plane in the long queue, she smiled.

  Yeah.

  A chance meeting with a sexy as sin ex-military guy at a time her nerves were wound tighter than a pissed off rattler?

  Priceless.

  “Can I help you carry anything?” he offered, slinging his bag over one shoulder.

  Oh, and manners too? This guy was too much. She had a guaranteed panty-dropper on her hands.

  “I’m fine, thanks for offering.”

  “Let me know if you change your mind.”

  She nodded, and hoped those thoughts of hers would betray her.

  “So, you said you were on your way to New York to see family?” he asked in a friendly tone.

  “That’s right,” she said, keeping it simple. “And you’re going there for work, right?”

  “I am.”

  “Nice. I’m curious, what do you do now?”

  “Now?” he raised an eyebrow.

  “Yes, now. It’s obvious you served in the military at some point. I’m assuming you’re out, so what do you do now?”

  He laughed and gave an impressed nod. “It never really leaves you. I work security.”

  “Really? Like a bodyguard, or something more risky?”

  “Every job has a level of danger.” He flexed for her. “That’s why I’m packing these guns.”

  Nicole rolled her eyes and laughed. “Right.”

  Sense of humor, hmmm. Not so much.

  “If someone needs a physical presence, I’m their man,” he continued, giving her a seedy wink.

  He definitely had a physical presence, she wanted to say. Instead, she kept quiet. If she wanted him to stand a chance with her on a five-hour flight, she needed to make sure he didn’t say anything so damning that she would have to completely give up. Hot guys were one thing, but she knew her limits.

  He continued making conversation. “So, you’re visiting family. Special occasion?”

  “Not really. I haven’t seen my dad in a while, and I had some vacation days saved up at work, so I figured I’d use them.”

  “That’s good. Family is important.”

  She nodded. “So, what did you do in the military?”

  “I was Special Forces,” he replied quickly.

  No way. She didn’t buy that for a second. Every ex-military guy had a tendency to brag about being ex-Special Forces. This guy couldn’t have done a day of that intense stuff.

  “Special Forces? Really?” Now she was curious. “So, you got to do all those covert operations, the secret behind-the-scenes type things, right?”

  Her military stranger shrugged. “We follow orders and don’t ask too many questions. Handle the situation and move on. It’s nothing like what they portray in the movies. No glamour, not much gunplay, and definitely no walking in slow motion with a big explosion behind you to give you a larger than life silhouette. None of that shit.” He winked at her after that hell of a dumb answer. All she could do was laugh.

  Chapter Ten – Nicole

  LAX Airport, Los Angeles

  “What about you? What do you do?”

  “I’m a software developer,” she said before realizing she’d actually admitted that at a time like this. It was okay. She would stick to her dad’s ‘ounce-of-truth’ policy. As long as she was honest about some things, no one would suspect she was lying about other more important things. “I may not have a job when I get back, but that’s what I do for now.”

  “Oh?” He stopped and turned to face her, appearing genuinely curious. “Why is that?”

  “I’m in the middle of a project, and I’m taking off pretty close to the deadline, so my boss isn’t going to be too thrilled with me when I get back. I expect to get a call while I’m in New York telling me not to come back. I can’t say it would be the worst thing that could happen, you know?”

  Before they could continue, they had made it to the aircraft.

  “Looks like we’re here,” her stranger announced, then offered his hand. “By the way, I’m Nick.”

  “Wow, nice. I’m Nicole.”

  “It’s a pleasure, Nicole,” he said, “Although I won’t be offended if you just made up that name for me.”

  She grinned, continuing to step down the narrow aisle in economy class. “Now why would I do something like that?”

  “Women can’t be too careful these days.”

  “You got that right. It really is Nicole, though.”

  “Then that’s pretty cool.”

  She stopped at her row and slid into her seat to let him pass. “Well, nice meeting you Nick. Enjoy your flight.”

  “Now I know I will,” he said. “I’m in this row too.”

  “Really? Amazing coincidence.”

  “So true.” He stuffed his bag in the overhead bin.

  “So, window or aisle?” she asked.

  “Whatever you don’t want.”

  “I’ll take the window, then.”

  “Nice. I get you all to myself,” he said coyly.

  She leaned into his shoulder when he sat down, and whispered to him, “Just promise to stop me at three drinks. Anything more than that and I’m liable to do something I might regret.”

  He grinned and placed a friendly hand on her knee. “Four drinks it is, doll.”

  This was going to be an interesting flight, with a nice distraction sitting right beside her. She couldn’t ask for more. She’d made it away from her office, home to pack, to the San Jose airport and into LAX, and now she was on her way to JFK.

  And there was no hint of trouble following her.

  Unbelievable.

  Maybe she was just really lucky, and now she could kick back and relax for a few hours with her own personal piece of ex-military man meat. It looked like smooth sailing from here on out.

  Or riding, if it got to that.

  Once they were in the air and the flight attendants brought out their serving carts, Nick ordered a round of drinks.

  “Are you sure it’s a good idea for us to get tanked on the plane?” Nicole asked, although she could use a good drink or two.

  “Why not? Besides, I’m buying. You just sit back and enjoy the view.”

  He didn’t need to worry about that. She was enjoying the view, just not out the window. A moment later, the flight attendant placed two Jack-and-Cokes on his fold down food tray.

  “I have found,” he explained, “this will keep the cabin from getting too claustrophobic on long haul flights.”

  Nicole burst out laughing. “You mean to tell me that Mr. Special Forces gets claustrophobic? Oh that’s rich!”

  “Just take your drink,” he growled.

  “To balancing family and work,” she said, raising her glass in a toast.

  “Family and work,” he agreed. She kept her eyes locked with his while
he took his drink like a shot.

  “Nick, I don’t think it works like that,” she cautioned him before taking a sip of hers.

  “They never make them strong enough,” he replied. “Besides, I won’t get another until you’ve finished yours.”

  Sexy, powerful, mysterious, and a sense of humor.

  Too bad they would part ways in New York.

  “Tell me about your claustrophobia,” she said after a few minutes.

  Nick laughed. “I’m not, but it’s a damned good way to convince the servers to allow me a few more drinks up here.” He eyed her drink. “Not too strong, is it?”

  He was right. They did make them pretty weak. “It’s more Coke than Jack Daniels.”

  “Finish it off. We’ll have another.” He turned away and held his arm up to get two more.

  “You’re not trying to get me drunk, are you Nick?”

  “Nope, I’m trying to get me drunk. There’s a difference.”

  Nicole gulped down the rest of her first drink just as Nick handed her a second.

  “So, tell me about yourself. You know a little bit about me…ex-Special Forces, not so claustrophobic… it’s only fair I learn something about you.”

  “I don’t know why I’m going to tell you any of this,” she said, “but here goes. I was a military brat. My dad was in the Air Force, so we moved around a lot. I’m sure you’ve heard all this before. We really all have the same story.”

  “Nice. So, if you’re visiting family in New York, how’d you end up in California?”

  “Work,” she said flatly. She didn’t want to say anything about work. He knew what she did, but that second drink was a lot stronger, and she didn’t want to give away what she was really doing on this flight.

  “You didn’t go into the military? Follow in your dad’s footsteps?”

  “No, after watching how hard he pushed himself when I was growing up, how little he was around because he was always at work, I wasn’t ready to repeat that in my own career. Even after he supposedly retired, he would still go away on military assignment. I don’t want to do that. I want to start a family one day and actually be there for them.” She cut herself off there. She was sharing way too much now.

  “Another drink?” Nick asked.

  “I think I’ve hit my limit.”

  “Already? Come on, I was really looking forward to seeing you when you hit four or five.”

  She shook her head. This guy was good.

  What the hell.

  “Sure,” Nicole told him.

  After the next drink, she wandered off to the restroom. She couldn’t get him out of her head. She felt a strange connection with the ex-Special Forces bodyguard she’d just met before the flight. It was rare for her to meet someone and feel comfortable with them so quickly, but there was something about him, something strangely familiar that made her feel safe at a time she should have been scared out of her mind. She knew that once they landed at JFK, they would go their separate ways, and she’d probably never see him again. That made their connection even more intriguing.

  So many things a girl can do with a man she won’t ever see again.

  When Nicole got back to her seat, she leaned over and whispered to him. He leaned into her a little so he could hear. “You know what I’ve never done?” she asked.

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  “I’m still not a member of the Mile High Club.” She couldn’t believe she actually admitted that to a complete stranger. It had to be the alcohol.

  Nick sat up and looked at her with one eyebrow cocked. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. How about you?”

  “Me? I’m a card-carrying platinum member,” he said with gravelly laugh. “So how come you’ve never done it on a plane?”

  “I never had the nerve to try. I’ve actually always worried about being caught.”

  Nick chuckled. “Don’t worry. They don’t make you parachute out afterward or anything like that,” he assured her. He looked her up and down, and playfully added, “Tell you what. I’d be happy to help you get initiated if you’d like.”

  “Now, are you serious?” she asked, giggling that she was seriously considering having sex with this guy she met less than an hour ago. In the airplane restroom, no less.

  “Yes I am.” He said it like he’d done it a hundred times. “I’ll help you out. Give me a minute, then come back there and join me. It’ll look too suspicious if we walk back there together.”

  He stood up and walked down the aisle to the restroom. Nicole watched his broad, firm body work its way through the cabin. Broad shoulders, fit back, strong arms, and tight ass. She imagined holding on to those buns of steel while he gave it to her in the bathroom. She couldn’t believe it was about to happen, but she was so ready. She was wet just thinking about it.

  Her anticipation grew while she waited for him to get to the back of the plane. It took what felt like forever as she waited for him to give her a signal to let her know when to come back there. It was unfair, she thought. Maybe she should have gone back there first. That way she wouldn’t be drawing too much attention to herself by staring back through the aisle every few seconds. Then, she saw it. The door opened slightly. That must have been the signal.

  Chapter Eleven – Nicole

  Somewhere above continental USA

  The restroom was probably cramped before, when it was just him. Nick’s shoulders took up most of the width of the space now, but that didn’t discourage her. She closed the door behind her, but then remembered she had to turn around to lock it. With her back to him, Nicole could feel Nick pressing against her, his gentle hands grabbing the front of her jeans and unbuttoning them, unzipping them, and moving it down her hips before she could find the dexterity to finish locking the door.

  He pulled her hair to one side and kissed her neck. She moaned from the sensation, and forgot everything about what was on the other side of that door. This was exactly what she needed, standing there with her jeans at her thighs, her panties exposed, and this large man behind her, pressing himself against her ass through his jeans.

  “I think it’s locked now,” she said breathlessly. Her elbows bumped the side of the tiny space when he tried to turn her to face him.

  “Ouch.”

  “Sorry about that,” he said, and let out a nervous laugh trying to rub one of her elbows. “You all right?”

  “Yes I’m fine. How do people do this anyway? There’s barely room for one person in here.”

  “I’ll show you.” He stepped back until he was standing over the toilet, making room to get her to turn just enough so he could slide in and lift her up to sit on that teeny tiny counter. That gave him enough room to finish getting her jeans down her leg, along with her panties, something he really seemed to enjoy. Damn, she didn’t mind it either. Those hot hands of his felt so good against her bare skin.

  A second later his belt was open, zipper was down and holy crap, the man freed one massive hard-on from inside his pants. It looked delicious enough to eat. Delicious enough to soak her panties, if she had still been wearing any. Nicole thought she heard herself hiss, or she may have whistled to the tune of some song by the Black Eyed Peas.

  Oh, the joys of inebriation.

  He gripped her inner thighs and spread her legs as far as they’d go without bumping something, and stood between them. Pulling one strap of her tank top down her shoulder, Nick kissed her neck as he slid the fabric down past her ribcage to reveal her breast. He placed his large hands over her chest, gripping each breast firmly enough to send a wicked heat through her core. Those hands moved behind her back and he lowered his head to her chest. Nicole felt a brief spell of self-consciousness at letting him see that she hadn’t worn a bra. She forgot all about that when his lips made contact with a nipple and his tongue started feasting on it.

  She gripped onto his shoulders and ground her hips on his member. She wanted him inside her now. Dammit, she was wet enough already. Foreplay could wait.


  She slid her hands down his back and gripped his ass, pressing her hips forward to take him inside. He got the hint. A second later he lifted off her breast, slid out a condom from who knows where, wrapped up that package and got in position. Strong fingers grabbed her waist, and in one thrust he was deep inside her, stretching her to her limits. God, if they weren’t where they were she would scream and cry in pleasure. Nick must have read her mind. He pressed his lip to hers and took in her moans, kissing her with as much fierceness as his manhood entered her each time.

  Her legs clamped around his waist, holding him tight against her while his hips pounded into her. Doing this here, with a potential audience outside, made it that much more intense. Every sound became so much louder. Every time he slammed into her, he hit the counter hard enough that it must have echoed throughout the cabin.

  Nicole reached back against the cool mirror for leverage, knocking something down from the wall. She couldn’t tell what it was. She panted, trying to find something to hold onto. He was punishing her insides, bringing her closer and closer with each thrust. She grabbed his shirt and gripped it so hard she was sure the buttons would give way any moment.

  She kissed his neck and bit down to try and keep her moans to a minimum. That neck was rock hard, just like the rod he shoved between her legs. She kissed his jawline. Nick grunted and he thrust deeper into her, harder, slowing down, taking his time with more deliberate strokes now. She rode him from the counter, rocking back and forth on him, taking him in deeper, and filling herself with him.

  “Come for me, Nicole,” he whispered in her ear. He filled her again. And again. Soon a low moan escaped her as he brought her to the edge. Her body shuddered on this thrust, and Nick grabbed her back and held her against him while she shook through her climax.

  He let go right then, and she felt him freeze up and jerk inside her until he released. Spent now, she relaxed enough to lean back and rested her head on the mirror behind her, waiting to recover.