Chapter Seventeen
In the late morning sunlight that streamed through the gap in the curtains, Army watched Mia as she slept, her naked body bathed in a soft golden glow. The scent of lemongrass on her skin, the peaceful look on her sweet face, and the rise and fall of her tits as she breathed, combined to play havoc with his emotions. He reached out and gently ran his fingers down the length of Mia’s body. He loved the feel of her hard muscles … the softness of her tits … the curve of her hips and the dip of her stomach. He skimmed over her smooth mound and ignored the pain in his hard dick.
Mia shifted slightly and a small moan escaped from her slightly parted lips. Fuck … he loved the sounds she made: quiet whimpers, throaty giggles, sweet laughter. He slipped his finger between her folds, a smile ghosting his lips when her wetness coated it. She moaned again and the sound broke something inside him, and a sudden wash of emotion stung his entire body. But he couldn’t say what he was feeling for her. He wouldn’t.
Army pulled away, and a small frown creased over her brow, then sleep quickly absorbed it, and calmness returned to her face. He sucked in a deep breath and shook his head. He was in deep. How the fuck had that happened? Mia had come into his life like a gust of fresh air, making all the liaisons he’d had with other women seem stale and nondescript.
She cracked her eyes open, then smiled. Damn. Her smile lit up the dark places inside him, warming his heart like no one else ever had.
“What’re you doing?” Her voice sounded groggy as she stretched.
The way her back arched brought her tits up into the air, and for just a moment, all Army could think about was burying his face against them and playing with her nipples until she writhed in pain and ecstasy.
“Seeing how beautiful you look in the morning,” he answered, trailing his fingers down her arm.
“I don’t,” she said, suppressing a yawn.
Looking at her messy hair, drowsy eyes, and no makeup, he dipped his mouth to hers. “You so fuckin’ do,” he said against her lips before claiming them. Her whimper drove him beyond insane, and he kissed her deeper and more passionately. She looped her arms around his neck and pulled him in even closer as he pushed farther into the sweet recesses of her mouth.
His phone rang. “Fuck,” he said, breaking their kiss.
“Let it go to voicemail,” she whispered.
“I can’t,” he replied. One of the rules of the brotherhood was to always answer the phone. In the unpredictable world in which outlaws lived, a brother may be called upon at any time. Leaning over, he grabbed the phone from the top of the nightstand and pushed the button.
“Yo.” He kept his gaze on Mia’s, her eyes shone in the beam of sunlight, her lips slightly swollen from the power of his kiss. Fuckin’ beautiful.
“You wanna go riding with us? Buzz and Ironclad are coming,” Jigger asked.
“Nah, I’m kinda busy right now.”
“With your fighter? You taking advantage of her flexibility?” He chuckled.
Army’s jaw tightened. “Have a good ride.” He put the phone back on the nightstand and caught her gaze—desire-filled and tender. He wanted to tell her how much she twisted him all up, but he couldn’t. He didn’t understand what was happening because he’d never felt such a connection with a woman before: it was as special as it was consuming. In his mind, women were for fun, and if men got too close and trusted them, they’d destroy them like a black widow. His mom had certainly done that to his dad and to him and his brothers.
“You look so intense. What’re you thinking about?”
He scooted closer and loomed over her, pressing her shoulders against the soft mattress. “Fucking you last night was off the charts, babe. I just … hell … I don’t know.” He slammed his mouth on hers in a crushing kiss as he slipped his hand under her and cupped her ass, jerking her naked flesh closer to his. He wanted to possess her, make her his exclusively and irrevocably. He wanted to cherish her, protect her, and be everything to her.
“Army,” she murmured.
He pushed her legs open with his knees. He needed her with an urgency he’d never felt before. Later that day, he’d fuck her good and slow, tease her until she begged for his cock, but at that moment, all he wanted was to fuck her hard, rough, and fast.
His lips raced down to her breasts, nipping and licking them as they made their way to her nipples. She groaned when he sucked one hardened bud into his mouth, biting it hard then licking away the pain.
“I need you real bad, baby,” he gritted.
Mia laughed, the sound catching in her throat as his fingers pinched the slick folds of her pussy.
“I like how wet you are for me,” he said as he pushed down then planted his mouth on her clit. She bucked under him, and he kept teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue while he twisted and pulled her nipples.
“Harder,” she groaned. He yanked her red buds. “Yeah … just like that.”
Watching her writhe under his touch, her face contorting in pain and pleasure, Army couldn’t hold back any longer. He ran his tongue from her rigid clit to her slick entrance then pulled back before he rammed his cock inside. The way she arched her back and the deep cries that tore from her throat only fueled his desire, and he drilled in and out of her hard and fast. Her breathing quickened, and as she rocked her hips to meet his thrusts, he felt her warm walls clenching around him.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you, babe?” he grunted, pummeling her tight heat as sweat crawled down his back.
“Army … fuck, it’s good,” she rasped.
Fierce. Primal. Raw … And relentless.
Moaning and whimpering, Mia’s head thrashed about on the pillow while she balled the sheet in her fist. He watched her hand slide down her taut belly and land on her smooth mound. Without saying a word, he slapped her hand away, and her eyes snapped to his—desire brimming and defiance warring inside them.
“That’s only for me.” Army held her gaze, the sound of her wetness intermingled with the slapping of his balls with every deep thrust. “It feels so fuckin’ good, babe. I love watching you as I fuck you,” he growled.
Mia splayed her hands on his chest and dug her nails in, scratching and clawing him hard, and he found it wildly hot and sexy.
“That’s right, baby, leave your mark on me.” He put his finger on her sweet spot and pushed hard.
Mia cried out and her heated walls clamped tightly around him, and he felt his balls tighten, pulling up inside him. Suddenly, he was right there with Mia, grunting, moaning, and panting as they clung to each other and cried out their mutual release.
Army lay on top of her, his dick still twitching inside her, his chest heaving. He nuzzled her neck then swept his lips overs hers before rolling on his back and tucking her under his arm. He’d never expected a woman’s skin pressed next to his could be so fucking addictive. And he’d never imagined a woman would affect him this way. Mia had slipped into a place in his life he had no idea was vacant, and now that she was here, he would never let her go. He wrapped his fingers around her hair and tugged it back, then brushed his lips against hers in a long, lingering kiss.
“I feel so good being with you,” she said in a soft voice.
“Me too, babe. He wanted to hold her like that all day, but the pull of having her tits pressed against him on the back of his bike was strong. He smacked her ass lightly. “I gotta go to the club and wash up. I’ll pick you up in an hour and we can go for that ride I’ve been promising you.”
“I can’t wait.” She kissed his chin then untangled herself from his arms. “How’re you going to get back? We took my car last night, remember?”
“I’ll call one of the brothers.” He kissed her quickly—it was ridiculous how he couldn’t get enough of her lips—and scooped his clothes off the floor before heading out of the hotel.
* * *
When Army walked in he saw Eagle sitting down, his elbow on the table with his chin cupped in his hand, and staring across the room at the dark television screen.
The sound of the chair’s legs scraping across the floor as Army pulled it out with his foot drew Eagle’s attention, and he glanced at him. Army clasped his shoulder before sitting down. “Your famous hangover cure not working so well today?” He chuckled.
“Fuck you,” Eagle muttered, slowly picking up a steaming mug of coffee.
“Where is everyone?”
“Riding.” He took a sip then put the cup down and glanced sideways at Army. “Jigger said you were busy with your sweet piece.”
Army smiled at Kelly, who put a bottle of beer and a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich in front of him. She blew him a kiss and sashayed away. Army took a long drink then pushed the plate away from him. “Mia and I are going riding. I just came back here to clean up before heading back to the hotel. You want the sandwich?”
Eagle grimaced as he shook his head. “Buzz kept asking questions about her this morning. He keeps thinking that he knows her.”
“I doubt it. Mia didn’t say she knew him.”
“It’s not like that. He’s probably seen her in a fight. He used to go to Arizona a lot to visit his buddy until Patrick moved to Nevada. That dude was really into MMA fights.”
“Could be.”
“Hey,” Goldie said as he pulled out a chair. “It’s pretty quiet around here.”
“They’re all out riding,” Eagle said.
“No one called me.” Goldie looked at the sandwich then at Army and Eagle. “Is this someone’s?”
Eagle grimaced again and Army chuckled, sliding the plate over to Goldie. “Kelly made it for me, but I don’t want it.”
Goldie took a large bite and waved at Lucy to bring him a beer. “I would’ve gone riding. Hailey’s busy with an anniversary party today.”
“I guess they think you’re outta commission since you’ve got an old lady,” Army said.
“That’s a load of shit.” Goldie washed down his second bite with a gulp of beer.
“It wasn’t anything planned,” Eagle added.
“After I’m done here, I’m gonna head out for a ride. Either of you wanna come along?”
Army pointed at Eagle and laughed. “He’s still got a party jumping in his head.”
Eagle glared at him. “And he’s getting pussy all day.”
Army bristled. “Watch it, dude. Mia’s not just pussy.” Anger licked at him and he pushed it down, not wanting his two buddies to see how tied in he was with Mia, but he wouldn’t let anyone disrespect her.
Goldie pushed the empty plate away and cocked his head to the side, a smile twitching on his lips. “So she’s gotten to you.”
“No one’s gotten to me. She’s cool and we have fun.”
“I bet you do.” The smile now split his face, and it pissed Army off that Goldie was enjoying his discomfort way too damn much.
“When’s she going back to Durango?” Goldie asked.
“In a couple of days. I’m going to go there to see what’s going on with Lil’ Donnie.” Army ignored the smirks on both of their faces.
“I thought you heard from him recently,” Eagle said.
“Yeah, he called to ask for more bucks. He said the damn Pistons are scrambling to raise the money for the buy, and I told him that was fuckin’ old news.”
Goldie leaned back and stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles. “Then why are you going to Durango?” Eagle snorted and Army glared.
“I know the date’s gonna be postponed. Anyway, I wanna spend some time with my dad.”
“Your dad? What a load of shit.” Goldie laughed.
“I want to install alarms at his place and at Asher’s. I already put one in for Taylor when I was staying with him a few weeks ago.”
All of a sudden the mood turned somber as the danger of what the outlaw world could do to the members’ families came crashing through.
“The 39th Street assholes don’t know you’ve been around, right?” Eagle asked.
“Yeah. I don’t wear my cut when I’m in Durango.” Army took another swig of beer. “I hate not wearing it.”
“I hear ya, but there’s no way in fuck the Piston bastards don’t know you’re from Durango. I bet the wannabe badasses know too,” Goldie said.
Army absently ran his fingers down the condensation on the brown bottle. “I’m sure they do, and I wouldn’t put it past either of those motherfuckers to try some shit with my family. And then there’s Mia.” He wiped his hand on his jeans. “I have to make sure my woman’s safe.”
The corner of Goldie’s mouth turned up as he gestured with his beer bottle. “You just called her ‘your woman.’”
“What? I did not … Fuck.”
Goldie took a long swig then clinked the bottle against his. “That’s how it happens—you don’t even know it then pow … she’s your woman.”
Eagle guffawed then groaned and brought the coffee to his mouth.
Army pushed away and stood up. “Yeah … well, I have to take a shower. Later.” They exchanged chin lifts and he walked to his room. He heard Goldie and Eagle talking in low tones behind him, and he caught the words “fighter” and “Stiletto” as he left the room.
It didn’t matter if Goldie was feeling a spattering of satisfaction about the hard time Army gave him when he was going out with Hailey, or that Eagle thought he was a pussy for spending the day with Mia instead of riding with the other brothers. What mattered was the way Mia made him feel when he was with her. He’d never been so drawn to a woman on so many levels—physically, intellectually, emotionally, and sexually. She’d made her mark on him and it was wickedly delicious.
Yeah … Pow!
Army opened the door and went into his room.