Page 77 of Army
Chapter Sixteen
“Ishould’ve broughta bottle of Jack when we left the club,” Army said, looking around the room.
“There’s a mini bar. Let me see if it has any whiskey.” Mia headed over to the small fridge, taking off her leather jacket as she went, then folded it over the back of a cushy chair. She bent down and opened the door, scanning the miniature bottles that lined the shelves. “You’re in luck,” she said, glancing at Army over her shoulder.
“Grab all of them,” he said, his eyes fixed on her ass.
A small shudder ran through her, and she pulled out three small bottles of Jack and two of gin. Mia stood upright and snagged two wide glasses then slowly walked over to the loveseat facing the picture window. Points of light coming from residences dotted the silhouette of the mountains in the distance. “Do you want any ice?” she asked while placing the bottles down on the end table next to a tall lamp with a large ivory shade.
He shook his head as his gaze captured hers.
She poured the amber liquid in a glass and handed it to Army. He took the proffered tumbler, swirled the whiskey and sniffed the aroma, then he winked at her before taking a drink. After pouring her own, Mia clinked her glass against his and raised it to her lips while keeping her gaze locked on his. The cool burst of slightly sweet freshness slid down her throat. “Wonderful,” she said then licked her lips. Mia’s pulse soared when his gunmetal blue eyes grew dark as he followed the movement of her tongue.
Army took her hand and guided her down on the couch, his intense body heat radiating into her. “It’s nice without all the noise,” she murmured.
“Was it awful for you?” he asked over the rim of the glass.
“The open sex thing was a bit much, but otherwise I found it interesting. I loved seeing the camaraderie you all share. It’s awesome to be so close to so many people.”
“They’re my family. You know … family isn’t always blood. We earned each other’s respect and love, and I know no matter what the fuck happens in life, they’ll be there for me the same as I will for them. There’s not one damn bit of doubt about that.”
Army’s passion and love for his club turned Mia on even though she thought that was a crazy reaction to his words. She was keenly aware of his knee touching her skin, the warmth that emanated from him, and the spicy scent of his cologne … even the way his throat moved as he spoke.
Army finished his drink and leaned forward, inches away from her face, “You keep looking at me like that and it’s going to be fuckin’ hard to behave,” he whispered before brushing his lips across hers.
“Maybe I don’t want you to behave,” she said softly.
Army’s eyes met hers in a fiery bond, and his lips curled up in a sexy smile. “Maybe?” His finger trailed down her throat, slowly bringing a starburst of pleasure to spread through her.
Before she could say anything else, Army claimed her lips in a hard and demanding kiss. His lips and tongue plundered her mouth, devouring her, and Mia kissed him back with just as much fervor and intensity. She wound her tongue around his and pushed in deeper, trying to feel as much of him as she could.
Low guttural groans rumbled from his chest and he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it hard as his other hand cupped her breast and roughly squeezed the soft flesh. Mia moaned into his mouth and he pulled back a little. “You like that, babe?” he said against her lips.
“Yeah,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his scalp, “but I’d love it harder.”
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
Nodding, she pulled his hair hard, jerking his head back. “And dark.” Her tongue licked across his lips before she nipped at them.
“Fuck,” he grunted, tearing his mouth away from hers.
Pleasure spread through her as he trailed hot kisses down her neck, sinking his tongue into the pulsing hollow of her collarbone before he moved to the swell of her breasts rising above the low scooped neckline of her snug top. Tugging at the hem, Army pulled the top down to reveal more before licking circles down her cleavage. His stubble lightly scratched and tickled Mia’s sensitive skin, and she looked down at his strong hands massaging her tits while he nipped then laved her flesh.
Army glanced up and she knew he noticed that she was watching by the way his grip tightened. She cried out as pain shot through her, then moaned as warm pleasure replaced it.
“You like that, baby?” he said hoarsely, his fingers pinching her hard.
Mia sucked in a ragged breath and let the pain wash over her, then relished the soft touch of his tongue soothing the ache. “Yes,” she rasped.
Suddenly, he clutched the hem of her top, and in one fluid movement pulled it up and over her head, throwing it to the floor. In the cool air of the room, her skin pebbled and her nipples hardened, making the hiss of Army’s indrawn breath hit right between her legs.
“Fuck, baby,” he gritted as he yanked her bra straps down to expose her breasts. He stood upright and gathered her in his arms then threw her on the bed. Mia gasped for breath and wiggled up toward the headboard, grasping at the bedspread.
His eyes pierced into her as her breasts bounced, and she started to get up, but he pushed her down. “No,” he growled.
His deep voice held a hint of danger, and all kinds of tingles danced over her skin. Kneeling on either side of her, he bent over and gently sucked on her earlobe. “What’s your safeword?” he whispered.
“Independence,” she breathed.
