Page 93 of Army
Chapter Twenty
Army woke upwith Mia’s ass against his hard dick, her face covered by messy caramel-brown hair with several tendrils stuck to his chest. He ran his hand down her arm, smiling when her skin pebbled under his fingertips. She was beyond wonderful, and as hard as he tried to push down his feelings, they kept rising back up. Mia trusted him implicitly when they were together, and he trusted her, which was a new feeling for him when it came to a woman.
Mia’s so special. I don’t want any other chick but her. Damn … I never thought I’d feel like this.She’d done something that he never thought would be possible with a woman—she’d made her mark on him. He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly as he watched her sleep.I can’t stop looking at her, and I’m always thinking about her. I’ve been to Durango more in the last couple of months than I have in the last five years.He bent over and kissed her hair.And I love the way her face twitches when she’s nervous or too excited.He chuckled softly under his breath.
The phone pinged and he groaned inwardly hoping he didn’t have to go back to Alina until tomorrow. While looking at the text, he dragged a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. “Fuck,” he mumbled as he texted back, telling Steel he’d be there in an hour.
Army put the phone down, and his chest tightened when he looked over at Mia again before rising to his feet.
When he came out of the bathroom, Mia was sitting up in bed, looking down at her phone. She averted her gaze to him, and a smile lit up her face, which made his dick twitch.Damn.
“My ten o’clock rescheduled, so I’m yours for the next three hours. Oh … and tonight, I thought I’d make fajitas, and we can watch a movie.”
For the first time since he became a Night Rebel, he wanted tell Steel he couldn’t come back until the next day. He walked over to the bed and bent down to capture her lips in a long kiss. “I gotta go back to Alina, babe. I got the text fifteen minutes ago from the prez. Chad, who’s a citizen, is sick, and I’ve got to be at Lust. It sucks.” He pulled away and shuffled over to the chair where he grabbed his jeans after tossing the towel around his waist to the foot of the bed.
“When will you be back?” Disappointment wound around her voice.
“After the rally. You’re coming with Taylor, right?” He slipped his T-shirt over his head.
“I can’t get away. Saturday is way too busy, and I have a few private clients on Sunday. I’m trying to raise money to get an attorney for Finn.”
“I can help you out with that.” He pulled on his boots.
Mia shook her head. “Thanks, but I couldn’t take money from you.”
Army stopped in mid-zip and looked over at her. “Why the fuck not? We’re together, and I wanna help out your brother.”
“I’ve never taken money from a man before. I’ve always been sorta nutty about it.”
He finished putting on his boots then walked over to her. “Fuck, woman, I’m not just a man … or am I?”
“Of course not,” she said quickly.
“Then I’m gonna help you out. That’s what people who are together do—they help each other out.” He swept his lips across hers. “The discussion is over.”
She looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down so hard that he toppled on the bed. She laughed then gave him a wet and passionate kiss. “You’re the best.”
His cock strained painfully against his jeans, but he knew if he gave it what it wanted, he’d be disrespecting Steel, so he pulled away and lightly patted her ass. “I’ll call you later today. You can meet my dad and Asher on my day off.”
All of a sudden, Mia’s face grew tight and her right eye started twitching. “I wanted to talk to you about something. Can you tell your president that you’ll be a little late?” She put her thumb to her mouth and chewed the cuticle.
“I can’t, but we can talk later. Uh … are you pregnant or something?”
Mia dropped her hand and shook her head. “No.”
“Can it wait until I come back next week?”
“I suppose.” She gave him a small smile.
“Maybe I can come on Monday. I’ll probably have to go back that night to work at Lust, but we can talk then.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about you working full-time at a strip bar.” Her forehead creased.
She’s fuckin’ cute when she’s jealous.He dipped his head and brought his face inches from hers. “I don’t think of anyone but you. The dancers are just bodies on a stage.”
“Thanks for saying that, but I can’t believe that you don’t watch them or get turned on.”
“Of course, I do, I’m a man. But … there’s no one I want to be inside of but you.” He brushed his lips gently over hers. “I better get my ass going.”
