Asa: Military Romance (Overwatch Division Book 2)

by Coco Miller

  Chapter Five

  ASA

  I get to the bar a little early. I’ve never been on a blind date before and honestly, I’m not looking forward to it. So I thought having a drink or two before Hillary arrives would be a good idea. Hell, drinks at any time is usually a good idea. But, I don’t want to overdo it before she shows up either. Me being drunk upon her arrival wouldn’t be a good look either. To say I’m nervous is an understatement. This seems...forced.

  I called Hillary tonight, with April’s insistence of course. I didn’t know what to expect when I called, but when she said she has never ridden a motorcycle I, unfortunately, got an image in my head of how this night will go.

  Badly.

  “What can I get you?”

  I look up at the waitress and think, this is the kind of woman I am attracted to. She is tall, long legs, big tits, overdone make-up and sexy as hell.

  “I’ll have a beer and a shot of vodka please.”

  She nods her head with a sexy smile in place, before walking toward the bar. I already grabbed a table. I can see the door from here, and hopefully, I will be able to know when Hillary comes in. She is wearing a black shirt and jeans, which will make this a bit difficult. I, however, was handed a rose by April and was told that Hillary will find me by looking for the rose. It sounds a bit too much like a damn reality TV show to me, but it’s one night and makes April happy. So here I am with a beer, a shot, and a rose.

  “Here you are. Can I get you anything else?”

  I slam back the shot and hand her the empty glass. “That’s good for now, thanks.”

  She juts out her hip and smiles at me. “Are you spending Valentine’s Day by yourself, sexy?”

  I chuckle and lean in a bit closer. “No, I’m not.”

  She pouts and walks away which causes me to laugh. Even though I think she is sexy, coming onto me like that for some reason is a turn-off.

  I check my watch and realize Hillary should have been here fifteen minutes ago. Maybe she decided she didn’t want to go through with the date? I pull my phone out of my pocket to see if anyone has called, but nothing. I leave it on the table and look around.

  This place is covered with couples littering the dance floor. I try to figure out which ones are newly dating and which have been together a long time. It isn’t hard to tell.

  This is what I hate about Valentine’s Day. Why do couples need a day to prove they love each other? If you are with someone, you should show them every day. I know damn well that when I meet that special someone, that Valentine’s Day won’t be the only time I show her how I feel.

  “Asa?”

  I snap my head to the right and nearly fall out of my chair.

  “Hillary?”

  She nods her head and smiles. I get up and even though instinctively I want to pull her in for a hug, I stick my hand out for hers. She places her hand in mine and holy shit. It is like a shot of electricity runs through my body.

  Hillary is average height, but I can tell through her jeans that she is mostly all legs that have curves in all the right places. She has a creamy hazelnut complexion and light brown eyes that have flecks of green in them. Her hair is in a huge mane of wild, jet-black curls that frame her delicate features. I already find her intoxicating.

  And apparently so does my dick.

  It’s hard as a rock.

  “Please, have a seat,” I say pulling out a chair for her while I discreetly adjust myself. Damn, she’s beautiful and she also looks vaguely familiar. Where have I seen her before?

  “Thank you. I’ve heard so much about you, it’s nice to put a face to the name.”

  I’d like to put my face all over her body.

  “I have to say this in case you find me staring, but you are beautiful.”

  She smiles and tucks a few curls behind her ear.

  “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself. April described you well.”

  I chuckle and suddenly want to call April and thank her. I sound like an asshole, but I was terrified that Hillary wouldn’t be my type. Not only is she my type, but she’s a classier, sexier, hotter version of my type. Dare I say, she might be too damn good for me.

  “Well, before we get to know each other, what would you like to drink?”

  “I’ll have a vodka and cranberry.”

  I flag down the waitress and order her drink and another for me. We also order a few appetizers. I take in her sexy shirt that makes me want to run my tongue across her bare shoulder. Her perky breasts and heart-shaped pout seem to be begging for my mouth to suck them, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

  “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

  I have no idea what else to say at this point since my cock is draining all the blood from my brain.

  “What exactly do you want to know?” she smiles.

  “How about I start? My name is Asa Grant. I recently moved here right after I left the service to be closer to my sister and her kids. But I guess you know that since you two are friends and all.”

  “Uh, yeah, sort of.”

  “Yeah well, it’s hard to kind of start fresh after a long tour. I just got a job with a construction company, and I just moved into my own place.”

  She shifts, almost like she is uncomfortable before looking back into my eyes.

  “I bet it would be hard. I’m Hillary West. I’ve lived here my whole life, and I love it. There is so much to do and I’m lucky to have met some amazing people. I have been on my own since college, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like having my freedom.”

  Our drinks come and we both take a long sip. I think we’re both nervous. For me it’s because she is so much more than I expected, but I’m not sure why for her. Maybe I’m not her type, and she wants this to end.

  “I totally understand liking your freedom. I like having mine, too. Until recently, I forgot just how much I missed having it. So, have you ever been here before?”

  “Yes, but not in years. It’s nicer than it was the last time I was here.”

  I don’t know what else to say right now. This is awkward. I usually know a woman, even just a little before we go out.

  “So are you glad to be home?”

  “That’s a tough question. Yes, I miss the life of being in service. But, I am happy to be home. It’s definitely better weather.” I laugh. “My sister doesn’t like to ask for help, but I knew with her divorce she would need it, that’s why I settled here.”

  She sips her drink, and my eyes are drawn to her mouth. She doesn’t even realize that she is turning me on like she is. Just sipping her drink, watching her plump mouth, makes my cock twitch in my pants.

  “You sound like a great brother. I’m an only child, but I always thought it would be great if I had a brother looking out for me. Your sister is lucky to have you.”

  I wish I felt that way. The guy that she married was a friend of mine. They started dating and next thing I knew they were getting married. I didn’t think it was a good idea because I knew what a player he was, but she swore he had changed. Instead of making sure that was true, I did nothing. I let that asshole take advantage of my sister for the next six years. That’s why I knew I needed to be here for her now. She needed to know that even though my friend treated her like shit, I’d help fix it.

  “I’m the lucky one. So what was it like growing up without any siblings? I mean my sister and I are close now, but damn when we were kids we did nothing but fight.” I laugh thinking of all the fights we had been in.

  “It was quiet. Lonely honestly. My mom and dad worked long hours to pay the bills. Things are a bit spread out here, so it’s not like I had a lot of kids to hang out with around the neighborhood. It was hard sometimes. I read a lot of books. Watched a lot of television.”

  I can see in her beautiful face that it still bothers her. “I can’t imagine. I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m sure you’ve made up for it now.”

  She smiles and it hits me. Holy fuck, this is the gi
rl I saw at the bar. The girl that I thought was stunning. What the hell are the odds?

  “Yes, I definitely have. I like to make sure no one is lonely.”

  “I’m sure you aren’t lonely. Can I be honest? Why the hell are you on a blind date? You are beautiful, and I’m sure guys are all over you. In fact, I think there are two assholes staring at your ass right now.”

  She shakes her head giggling as the waitress drops off our appetizers. I ask her to bring us both another drink and look back at Hillary.

  “Well, I’ve never done anything like this before. I was just helping out a friend.”

  Her answer confuses me because I thought I was helping out a friend.

  “So, why say yes?”

  I’m probably asking too many questions, but I can’t understand how this beautiful woman could need a date.

  “Look, my love life is nonexistent and I just wanted a night out. What about you?” She takes a bite of her mozzarella stick and looks at me.

  “I told you. My sister said a friend of a friend needed a date. I’ve never done this before either, but I’m glad I agreed.”

  I notice her blush and grin, knowing my words are affecting her.

  As the night goes on, we talk, laugh, and start to get drunk. The flirting between us has picked up, and we have become much more comfortable with each other. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s just that we’re both attracted to each other. Whatever it is, I’m rolling with it.

  “Do you want to dance?”

  Like she needs to ask.

  I’ve been waiting for a chance to touch her all night.

  We make our way to the dance floor and start moving to the beat of the music. Watching her dance is fucking hot. Her tits are bouncing, her hips are begging to be touched, and her sexy grin is calling for me.

  I move closer and pull her flush against me, wrapping my tatted arms around her and resting my hands on her ass. She lets out a soft moan and it spurs me on. We move to the beat of the music and my cock strains in my pants having her in my arms.

  “Damn, Hillary, you are so hot.”

  She smiles and runs her hands up into my hair, lightly tugging. “So are you.”

  We continue dancing, letting our hands explore each other (respectfully of course). I spin her around and yank her against me from behind. I snake my hands around, keeping them on her stomach as we move. Having her ass against my cock is making me lose what little resolve I have left.

  Moving her hair off that bare shoulder, I lean forward and place a small kiss on it. She responds by grinding her ass harder into me, and I know she is feeling this connection, too. I kiss a path from her shoulder to her ear and whisper, “I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. You feel amazing in my arms.”

  The dancing continues and the touching gets more intimate. She looks at me seductively, biting her lip.

  And I lose it.

  I run my hands into her hair and crash my mouth to hers. Forgetting where we are, forgetting that I barely know this woman, our tongues collide with a force I’ve never felt and she moans. She tastes of vodka, cranberry juice, and lust, and I can’t get enough. I keep my hands tangled in her hair as we explore each other’s mouths on the dance floor.

  The music is no longer playing, our bodies are no longer moving, it’s only the two of us here. I’m in a trance and I don’t want it to end. After minutes or hours, I have no idea, we break apart and the look of pure lust I see in her eyes mirrors my own.

  “Hillary, I think we need to get the hell out of here.”

  She doesn’t protest, but instead grabs my hand and lets me lead her out of the bar.

  Holy shit, this night is about to get a hell of a lot better.

  Chapter Six

  Hillary

  I rarely act this irresponsibly. Making out in the middle of a bar dance floor with a virtual stranger? Not my thing, but Asa was a pleasant surprise. Sexier than I expected. Nicer than I imagined. I might have to thank April once this date is over.

  I’m having a great time, and I’m excited to see where the night takes us. I’ll admit, I haven’t done this in a long time. A really long time. I am nervous, but there’s a sense of adventure swimming through my veins at the thought of being with Asa.

  When we exit the bar, my head is spinning with alcohol and everything that is happening with him. I came here thinking I was just doing a favor for a desperate client, but the pull I feel toward him was immediate and undeniable.

  I am seriously attracted to this man. His piercing grey eyes pop like polished steel against his dark hair. The tattoos that snake out from under his shirt have me mesmerized. And I swear I can feel electricity at my fingertips as I hold his hand.

  This isn’t just about raw physical attraction either. Talking to him is so easy, especially after the initial guilt I felt about lying wore off. And just listening to him talk about his time in the service had my heart hurting for his. I want to soothe his demons.

  When we were on the dance floor, my body was damn near yearning for his. The way his hands felt on me, the way he moved, and the look of pure lust in his eyes. I felt things coursing through my body that I’ve never felt before. Not even with my ex. It seems so much more than just sexual attraction. My heart was pounding in my chest when he held me, and my stomach is full of the sort of butterflies that I’ve only read about in books right now.

  This is against every boundary I’ve set for myself, for every lesson I’ve taught my clients, but now that I’m in this cab on the way to Asa’s home, I know there is no place I’d rather be. His hand is resting high up on my thigh and my body burns with desire from just that. It’s been a long time since I was with a man and even though I am halfway to drunk, I know even sober I’d make the same decision.

  We say nothing on the short cab ride to his house… his house. I had no idea he was buying a house. April made it sound like... well that he was struggling. If I had known this, I probably could have gotten him a proper date with a client. Of course if I had one that, then I wouldn’t be here about to get my freak on.

  “I had no idea you bought a house,” I say when he reaches for my hand as we exit the cab.

  “I needed off my sister’s couch. I’m surprised April didn’t bitch about it to you.”

  No, she didn’t, because I barely know her.

  We walk up to the door and he opens it, letting me step inside. He turns on the lights and I smile looking around. It’s pretty empty and not a large house, but it suits him, at least what I know of him. His large presence will soon fill every crevice of this house. I have no doubt of that.

  I feel strong arms around me as he turns me to face him. “Hillary, are you sure about this?”

  Am I sure?

  As if my body knows the answer to the question, I feel the answer swelling inside of my pussy and I grin up at him.

  “Yes.”

  That’s all I need to say before he crashes his mouth to mine. I moan when his tongue touches mine and run my hands up into his hair. Just this kiss has my body begging for more. I break the kiss, keeping my hold of his hair and ask for what I want.

  “Show me your bedroom.”

  I can’t even believe I uttered the words. It is so out of character for me, although this whole situation is. I’m going to be so embarrassed (but probably very satisfied) in about an hour’s time. I suppose that’s why they call it the walk of shame.

  Without a word, Asa grabs my hand, leading me down the short hallway to his room. Once inside, the butterflies start to swarm my stomach again. I want this so badly, but it’s been so long. I’m nervous I won’t be able to satisfy him. Hell, it’s been so long I don’t even know if I remember what to do.

  I need to think about what I usually tell some of my nervous clients.

  One step at a time.

  He’s just as nervous as you are.

  He’s paid for the privilege of a date, not a booty call. There’s no pressure.

  “Hillary, I want y
ou to know that I expected nothing to happen tonight. I’m just so attracted to you. It’s overwhelming. But I can wait.”

  His words are saying one thing, but his body is saying another. His eyes grow with heat, making them a darker shade of grey. They don’t lie. He doesn’t want to wait and neither do I.

  I don’t respond immediately to his statement though. My heart is racing at his confession. It races even harder, if that’s possible when he slowly backs me up toward his bed. I stop when the back of my knees hit it.

  “I’ve never done anything like this, Asa.”

  He backs away just a few steps and searches my eyes. “You’ve never had sex?” he whispers almost frightened.

  A smile takes over my face as I shake my head. “No, of course, I’ve had sex. I mean, I’ve never had sex with someone I’ve just met.” I lower my gaze to the floor, feeling a bit embarrassed.

  Lifting my chin, he stares into my eyes. “I’m glad.”

  With that, he steps closer to me, making my pulse go into overdrive. Slowly he runs his hands up my arms and into my hair. He leans forward and nips at my bottom lip, evoking a soft moan. It must turn him on because he lifts me up and slams his mouth to mine as he lays me on his bed. Never breaking the kiss, he climbs on top of me.

  Feeling his weight on me is all-consuming. I’m relinquishing the ultimate control and the act is a bit foreign to me. I’d forgotten how much I love the feeling of being under a man. Wanted by a man. Devoured by a man.

  Running his hands down my body, he finds the hem of my shirt and slowly lifts it up my body. He breaks the kiss and pulls the shirt over my head, tossing it aside. He takes in my strapless bra and growls, which makes my already hard nipples harder.

  He sits up and unbuttons my jeans, carefully sliding them down my legs. I lay there in just my bra and panties, with my chest heaving with arousal.

  “Fuck, you are stunning.” His words turn me on even more.

  With shaky hands, I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. He yanks it over his head and I suck in a breath at the sight before me. He has the body of a damn model. Solid arms, tattooed with colorful ink, a six-pack that leads down to that sexy V that I thought was for fictional characters only.