Page 72 of Army
Chapter Fifteen
Mia swung herlegs sideways then stepped out of the car, stumbling on the uneven asphalt of the club’s parking lot. She’d opted to take her car because she couldn’t imagine how she’d ride on the back of Army’s bike in a miniskirt without showing her ass to the world. Army had reluctantly agreed and left his bike at the hotel where Mia was staying at for the next four days.
Circling his arm around Mia’s waist, he drew her to him. “Stay close to me inside, otherwise you’re gonna be bothered.” He softly traced her jawline with his finger. “You look so damn sexy, and those fuckin’ high heels are killing me.” Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, he pressed his warm lips to her neck. She cocked her head to the side, shivering as he grazed his tongue across a reddish love bite he’d left there a few nights before when he’d come to Durango.
She moaned and gripped his bicep, her fingertips pressing into the taut skin.
“I love the sounds you make, babe.” He kissed the spot behind her ear that turned her to mush then gently licked her skin, his tongue tracing invisible patterns down to the hollow of her throat and back up to nibble on her ear.
Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes. “Oh … Army,” she gasped softly.
His lips covered hers, eliciting a small groan from the back of her throat. “You do something to me, babe,” he muttered against her lips before pressing the warm tip of his tongue along the seam of her own.
She opened her mouth to him, and he delved in deep and urgent while his hand glided down the side of her until he cupped her ass and jerked her even closer to him. Mia’s body melted into his as sparks of desire stoked her need.
A loud shriek splintered the air, and Mia jumped back from Army, who burst out laughing. She punched his arm. “It’s not funny.” She glanced over at a burly man with long hair switching off the engine of a huge motorcycle. “Damn, that bike is loud. The noise scared the shit out of me.”
Army hugged her close, her face pushed against his solid chest. “You’re too damn cute.”
“Yo, Army,” the long-haired man yelled out.
Army looked over her and a grin split his face as he raised his fist in the air. “How’s it going, bro?” His broad chest vibrated against her cheek as he spoke.
“Good. Ironclad and me just got here. You going in?”
Through dark lashes, she glimpsed at the biker whose gaze swept over her before returning to Army’s.
“In a minute. Did you get a new bike?”
“Last month.”
Army backed away from Mia then draped his arm around her shoulder and walked toward the brawny man. Army whistled low. “She’s a fuckin’ beauty, Tats. It looks like you added some aftermarket pipes.” Pointing at them, he looked at Mia. “See those? That’s what gives the bike thatfuck-younoise.”
Tats chuckled, his gaze quickly sweeping over her as Army bent down to examine them. She suddenly wished she hadn’t worn her black miniskirt, lace scalloped-edged crop top, and her peep-toe lace boots. The boots were a reward for having a full week of awesome training a couple of weeks before. When Mia saw them, she fell in love with their delicate black lace and satin piping, and the four-and-a-half-inch heels sealed the deal. It set her back a couple hundred bucks, but they were so worth it.
But now with the biker’s eyes roving over her body, she felt exposed. She reached down and threaded her fingers through Army’s hair as if to tell this guy to back the fuck off. Army captured her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it as he stood up.
“A real beauty, dude,” Army said.
“She sure is,” Tats replied, his half-lidded eyes darting to her then back to Army who was still looking at the Harley.
Mia stood behind Army and wrapped her arms around his waist. He put his hands on top of hers. From the way Vic and his biker buddies talked about women, she was pretty sure this jerk thought she was a hookup at best and a slut at worst.Tell him we’re dating.But she knew Army never would. She was in biker territory, where the women were for fucking and nothing else. In the outlaw world, women were best seen and not heard. At the parties they’d be ignored for the most part until someone wanted a little fun. It was just the way it went, and Mia had heard Vic talk about the wild parties the Satan’s Pistons threw, and she didn’t expect anything less from the Night Rebels.
“Ready to go in?” Army asked her in a low voice. She nodded and tucked her hand in his as they walked toward groups of men milling in front of the two-story stucco building.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the men stealing furtive glances at her while they yelled out their greetings to Army as the two of them went to the front door.
Once inside, the rush of warm air and the smell of pot, sweat, and cheap perfume put her on edge, and she gripped his hand tighter as he pushed through the throng of people, stopping every once in a while to talk to fellow bikers before making their way to the bar.
Mostly men surrounded the large bar, which had a walnut slab top scattered with memorabilia from various metal and hard-rock bands all under a clear gloss resin. Riveted metal panels comprised the base of the bar, and thin beams of color from overhead lights bounced off the shiny metal bar foot rails. A few of the women, who wore clothes that made Mia’s look like her Sunday best, sat on some of the men’s laps or were dancing on top of the counter.
“Let me get you a seat,” Army said in her ear.
The people crammed the room and the scene was a riot of black leather and denim. Blue, green, and red party lights flashed around the room from spheres suspended from the ceiling that had an American flag painted on it. Hard hitting music filled the air, the deafening bass beats made her skin tingle and her bones vibrate. She looked behind her when she felt a hand on her arm, tugging her.
“I got you a seat,” Army mouthed, pointing toward the middle of the bar.
Holding onto him tightly, she looked down as they forged through a thick group of men who stood around drinking and somehow managed to carry on conversations despite the loud music.
