The Sheikh's Defiant Girlfriend (The Botros Brothers Series) (7 page)

Malik turned to see what Amir had been staring at so intently. He saw his sister. He ignored it
assuming that there was nothing to it. After his speech, Fiddah gave one as well. She mostly spoke about how beautiful their union was. How very happy she was to see them together. They were made for each other. The reason why Tariq never married was that he hadn't met Sara yet. He was fated to be with her. Everyone clapped after she was finished.

After the speeches, music filled the room once again. People got up and started dancing. Sara's brothers went to speak with Sara and Tariq.

“Congratulations, scabs,” James said and pecked Sara on the cheek.

“Really, James, you're going to tease me right now?” Sara demanded.

“Don't touch her, you'll ruin the makeup,” John said.

“I'm surprised she is even wearing any.”

“Tell me about it. I bet they held her down to put it on her.”

“Okay, whatever,” Sara said. Tariq kept his face expressionless. Jason studied him. There was no cracking this man. He still wore the same stoic face on his wedding day, but he noticed how his faced changed when he was dancing with Sara. It was as if no one else was in the room. No one existed. He held her so delicately. His eyes softened for the first time. Clearly, this man was in love with his baby sister. He knew Sara was in a safe relationship. He could trust him with her.

“Congratulations,” Jason said and extended his hand to Tariq. Tariq shook it.
Firm grip,
Jason thought to himself. You could tell a lot from a man's handshake.

“Thank you,” Tariq replied.

Sara decided to go speak with Alex and Soraya. She felt like she had been sitting for too long and needed to move. Soraya smiled at her as she approached them. Sara opened her arms to hug her. Soraya stood up and gave her a hug.

“I feel like taking my shoes off,” Sara said. Soraya laughed gently.

“Typical Sara, she hates wearing high heels,” Alex said.

“I am not keen on them either,” Soraya said. Sara put her hand up for a high five and Soraya gave her one.

“Sara, you did not do enough justice in describing how attractive Tariq is,” Alex said and raised an eyebrow.

“Well,” Sara grinned. “He's alright,” she added.

“Whatever! You're head over heels for that man.”

“He is quite the character,” Soraya chimed in.

“Elaborate,” Alex said and leaned forward getting ready to hear the gossip.

“Excuse me, ladies,” Amir interrupted with a smile.

“Well hello, handsome number two,” Alex said. Sara laughed and covered her face.

“Hello, beautiful,” Amir took her hand and kissed it. Soraya tried her hardest to keep a straight face and not react.

“Alex, this is Amir, Tariq’s younger brother,” Sara said.

“Pleasure to meet you, Alex,” Amir said to her.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Alex replied.

“What's up?” Sara asked.

“I came to ask this lovely lady for a dance,” Amir said and looked at Soraya who was avoiding eye contact. Sara and Alex turned to look at Soraya. Amir cleared his throat to get her attention. Soraya turned slowly.

“Go for it,” Sara said quickly before Soraya refused to dance. Sara could see that Soraya was about to turn him down. Alex looked at her also and nudged her slightly. Soraya wondered what it would have been like if Aaliyah was there. She would have either been in her corner or maybe she'd strongly hint the way Sara and Alex were doing. Soraya reluctantly put her hand in his and followed him to the dance floor. He placed his hand around her waist with his free hand. She put her free hand on his shoulder.

For a few seconds they danced silently. Amir was looking at her. It was making her nervous, especially after they had kissed. The memory was still replaying in her head. Amir pulled her closer to him. She felt her heart pounding faster. Her eyes raced. She avoided eye contact. The silence was making things ten times worse. With each sway, her body rubbed against him. She had never been this close to a man, not in this way. And his touch was doing things to her that she had never experienced before. She really wanted him to kiss her again. 

“Look at me,” Amir said to her.

“Why?” Soraya asked. Amir tilted his face and leaned closer to Soraya. “Stop.” Soraya whispered. She couldn't take it anymore.

“I'm not doing anything,” Amir whispered back. Soraya looked down. “Could it be that you're actually shy?” Amir asked.

“Shut up,” Soraya said.

“You never show me any emotion.”

“That's because you're very annoying and impulsive.”

“I should stop, then.”

Amir expected Soraya to jump at the opportunity to tell him to leave her alone. To his surprise, she remained silent. She did not say anything. She simply kept dancing and looking at the floor.

“You actually don't want me to stop
?” Amir questioned tentatively.

“Don't play games with me,” Soraya spoke quietly. Amir had never seen her so vulnerable before.

“I am not playing games, Soraya. I keep telling you that. Why won’t you believe me?”

“Why me?”

“The heart wants what the heart wants,” he replied.

Soraya looked up. His face was inches away from hers. Amir felt his heart leap in his chest when she looked at him. She searched his eyes.

“Promise me that you won't hurt me,” she said.

“Give me your smile and I won't,” Soraya smiled and looked away. There was no winning with him. “Wow, you're actually smiling at me,” Amir said, smiling too. For the first time, Soraya smiled at him. He felt as if he had won something, he had achieved the impossible.

“Give me time,” Soraya said.

“Woman, you've had time,” Soraya sighed and nodded.

Malik was standing with Tariq and Jason. He was watching Amir and Soraya dancing. He took a sip of his wine. Jason and Tariq were deep in conversation. Turns out they were both interested in economics. 

“Is it me or is Amir very close to Soraya right now?” Malik pointed out. Tariq turned his head and searched the room. His gaze finally found his brother. He raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not know anything about Soraya and Amir. He had never seen them even have a proper conversation.

“Who is Soraya?” Jason asked feeling left out. The atmosphere changed as soon as Malik pointed them out.

“My younger sister,” Malik replied. Tariq was feeling a bit awkward. He knew how his younger brother was with women.

“They could simply be dancing,” Jason said. Malik said nothing. He knew Amir all too well. He hoped it was nothing more.

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Tariq and Sara left their own wedding
reception before it was over. Sara was dying to get out of her shoes and onto Tariq. He too did not want to be at the reception any longer. He wanted to be with his wife. They kissed Leylah before they left as she was going to stay with Fiddah for the night.

Tariq had planned to take Sara to his vacation home. He had another house where he went to when he was in search of isolation. She was not interested in going abroad on honeymoon. All she wanted was to be alone with her husband. Tariq knew she would love the house. The driver took them there as soon they left the reception. The place was only 30 minutes outside town.

Tariq carried Sara across the threshold and into the house when they arrived. “You look ravishing, Mrs. Botros,” Tariq said to Sara. She had her arms around his neck as she smiled at him

“And so do you, Mr. Botros,” Sara replied. “Good enough to eat,” she said in her best sultry tone.

Tariq put Sara on her feet. “Would you like a tour of the house?”

Smiling coyly, Sara replied, “Maybe tomorrow. There is something more important that I would rather be doing. Now.”

Stepping towards her, he slowly undressed her as she watched him. Each caress of his hand across her skin made her sigh. After he removed her dress, he stepped back to admire her. Clothed in a lace bra, matching panties, garter and stockings, she was a vision. He quickly removed his own clothes before he covered the distance between them and picked her up to carry her to the bed. Lying down next to her, he continued to caress her skin.

“Your skin is so soft today,” Tariq pointed out. Sara giggled. She knew he'd love it. He took his time kissing every inch of her. He caressed her and traced circles on her belly. Even though Tariq had made love to her many times before, this time was different. There was something more intimate and passionate about making love to her husband. It felt right.

Cupping the side of his face, she rubbed her fingers on his goatee. “This is interesting,” she told him as she continued to stroke it. Tariq took her hand in his and kissed the palm.

“It is my secret weapon,” he told her with a grin. Raising her eyebrows, she gave him a quizzical look as he leaned down to rub his chin against her belly. Sara gasped in surprise. The sensation from his hair on her skin gave her goose bumps. Chuckling, he continued to kiss down her belly. Pausing at her panty line, he reached his hands up to cup her hips before he hooked the waistband and drew her panties down her legs. As he tossed them to the floor, he looked at his wife.
His wife.
He still couldn’t believe it. Placing one leg on each shoulder, he alternated between each leg as he kissed her stocking-clad skin and slowly worked his way back up her body. As he rubbed his chin against her legs, Sara began to squirm. The mix of sensations was doing things to her insides, she could feel herself quickly growing wet and he hadn’t even touched her there yet.

When he reached her centre core, he continued to watch her, but her eyelids had fluttered closed. “Look at me. I want to see all of your passion. Don’t hide it from me,” he told her as he dipped his head between her legs. As Sara opened her eyes, she watched him kiss the inside of her thighs. She heard his rumble of appreciation when he saw that she was completely shaved. Not breaking eye contact, he placed a kiss on her mound as Sara gasped and arched her back.

“I want to taste you,” he said simply before he buried his face between her thighs. The friction from his goatee along her most sensitive folds was too much for her. She arched her back towards him, seeking more as his mouth found her swollen clit and began sucking on it. Almost as soon as he started, Sara cried out his name as an orgasm washed through her. Sucking harder, Tariq lapped away as her cream flowed out of her and down her legs. She tasted as good as she smelled, he thought to himself as he continued to enjoy her juices. Lifting her hips higher, he inserted two fingers between her drenched folds and quickly found her most sensitive spot. As he massaged the area with his fingers, Sara cried out again as another orgasm washed over her.

Before she could recover, Tariq smoothly entered her. The sensitivity of her skin as he plunged in and out of her put Sara in a constant state of release as each orgasm flowed into the next. Her scream of pleasure echoed throughout the house followed by his own cry as they spasmed against each other in absolute ecstasy.

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The morning after, Tariq actually made breakfast. Sara smiled as she stood in the kitchen doorway. She was wearing one of his shirts. Tariq was not having an easy time cooking. He was standing far away from the stove, to avoid being burnt. Sara walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him on the back.

“Morning, habibti,” Tariq said and turned his head to kiss her. Sara stood on her toes to kiss him.