Asa: Military Romance (Overwatch Division Book 2)

by Coco Miller

  “Let’s eat, babe.”

  After we enjoy a late breakfast, we decide to go back to her place. I want to take her for a ride, but I want to be sure her car is safe at home. I follow her to her house and am a bit taken back at how big and beautiful it is. It makes my house look like a damn shed.

  I know she’s college-educated and has some sort of fancy office job, but what the hell does she do for a living to be able to afford a place like this?

  She gets out of her car as I pull my helmet off. “This is some house.”

  She smiles and looks up at her home. “Thank you. Would you like a tour?”

  Part of me, the manly part (or as April says my prehistoric part), wants to say no because it’s intimidating. And I’m old-fashioned. If Hillary and I are going to see each other seriously, I want to be able to provide for her financially, but seeing this makes me realize that will probably not happen.

  The other part of me can tell that she’s proud of her home and wants to show it to me. So I resign myself to be humbled and follow her to her door.

  We step inside and it is just as breathtaking as the outside, if not more. It has dark hardwood floors, white walls decorated with pictures, and all the furniture is upscale. I’m feeling a bit out of my element, like she may be better than me.

  Smiling, she takes my hand and leads me through her home, showing me room after room, each just as beautiful as the last.

  “This place is amazing. I could fit my house in your yard as a shed if you like,” I say, half joking.

  She looks disappointed in my response, and I want to kick myself. No woman wants an insecure man. Get your shit together, jackass.

  “Asa, you just moved here and are still trying to get things sorted. I’ve been here my whole life and worked my ass off for what I have. Don’t make this about who has what. Last night it didn’t matter, don’t let it matter today.”

  I step closer to her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. She snakes her arms around my neck and looks into my eyes.

  “You’re right. I’m sorry. It doesn’t matter. I’m happy you have been able to provide so well for yourself doing–.”

  She runs her fingers into my hair before cutting off my sentence with a kiss.

  “Thank you, babe. Now didn’t you want to take me for a ride?”

  Chapter Nine

  ASA

  After spending the afternoon driving around and relaxing at a beautiful park, I drive her home as we both need to get ready for work tomorrow. We pull into her driveway and I help her off my bike. She wraps her arms around my waist as I wrap mine around her shoulders, resting my chin atop of her head. She rests her forehead on my chest and we just hold on.

  There is a sadness wrapping around us knowing we need to say goodbye. I don’t want to let her go, and I know she feels the same as she is digging her nails into my back.

  “Baby, I don’t want to leave, but just because I do doesn’t mean I’m letting go.”

  She kisses my chest, but keeps her hand buried in my chest as she speaks. “I know. I just feel like this goodbye is our first and last.”

  Her tone of voice sounds so sad which troubles me a little bit. I don’t know where it’s coming from. I’m pretty sure I’ve shown her in all the ways that I can that this was not a one-night banger for me.

  I back up just enough to make her look at me. “This is just see you later, it’s not goodbye.”

  She tries to force a sad smile, and I can’t take it. I really can’t. I need to make her see I’m not saying goodbye. That I want to be with her. I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. I hold onto her ass as I crash my mouth to hers. I kiss her with everything I have to make her understand how she makes me feel. She returns the kiss with just as much passion, and I finally start to feel like she understands.

  After a while we break apart, panting, and I kiss her nose. “This is what you do to me. Don’t question it. I’m not going anywhere.”

  She gives me that smile and my pulse picks up. “Neither am I.”

  I put her back to her feet and walk her to her door. “This has been more than I ever expected,” I tell her. “Thank you for the best night of my life.”

  She smiles and I start to slowly walk back to my bike. “Hillary,” I call out and she turns around. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

  We both laugh and she shakes her head walking into her house.

  * * *

  It’s been a week since our first date and except for the Sunday I dropped her off at home, we’ve spent every night together. To say it’s been amazing is a total understatement.

  We’ve had sex in every room of her house and mine. We’ve cooked, laughed, talked, and held each other as we slept. It’s the beginning of a new life for me. One that isn’t bogged down with war and turmoil. And I’m excited to see where this one leads. I know anywhere with Hillary will be amazing.

  I haven’t felt like this in...well...ever. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my whole damn life. It’s weird how someone can open this new side up for me. These dormant emotions I never thought I’d experience ever.

  I thought after everything that happened with my unit over in the Middle East that I would never find happiness again, but Hillary has proven me wrong in the best ways possible.

  Tonight, I am taking her to a new restaurant that recently opened. I decided to dress up a bit, which for me is just jeans and a button-down shirt.

  I’m just sliding my wallet into my pocket when I hear a knock on the door. I go into the living room, open the door and have the wind knocked out of me when I see her standing there. She looks stunning.

  Her luscious curls have been blown straight and now swing bone straight past her bra strap. Her makeup is on heavier, complete with a red lip. And the tiny black strapless dress she’s wearing hugs her in all the right places. My dick twitches with approval as she walks into the house.

  “Wow, you look beautiful.”

  She blushes and runs her hand down my chest. “You look amazing, too.”

  I pull her to me and run my hands down to her perfectly round ass as my mouth finds hers. When we break apart, I grin and give her a wink.

  “Let’s get dinner over with because the sooner we do that, the sooner I get you out of this dress.”

  She giggles and we go outside. She drove because she said getting on my bike in her dress was not happening. One day it will though, and she’s going to love how the engine rumbles between her legs when we ride.

  When we pull up to the restaurant, I get out and open her door for her. Taking her hand, we walk inside and thankfully have reservations because it is busy. They lead us to our table, handing us menus.

  “Everything looks so good.”

  She’s right, it does. After finally deciding on what we want, we order. I reach across the table and take ahold of her hand.

  “You know, we’ve only been together a week, yet I feel like we’ve been together a lifetime.”

  She dips her head before looking back up to me. “Is that a good thing?”

  “Real good.”

  We sit talking about everything and anything while we enjoy our dinner. Nothing with a woman has been this easy before. Whether we are sitting around the house just hanging out or out to a delicious dinner like this, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.

  After we finish up dinner, she stays over at my place and I have her screaming my name by the time the eleven o’clock news comes on.

  We fall asleep, tangled in each other, and I feel like everything in the world is right.

  Like I could do this every night.

  Chapter Ten

  Hillary

  I’m walking on clouds when I head into work the next day. This hot as hell man is into me, and I have had mind blowing sex almost seven days in a row. How could everything be going this perfectly? I literally have to pinch myself to stop grinning the entire day. My clients are going to think I’m drunk or cr
azy. I’m pretty sure Martha thinks I am.

  Of course I still have to tell Asa what I do for a living, and I’m dreading that part. I’m not even sure how I’ve been able to sidestep that this week, but I guess it’s because Asa allows me to be as open or as closed as I choose to.

  He doesn’t push or force a conversation, but that doesn’t make this right. I have to tell him. It’s really no big deal, right? It’s just that I’ve made it something bigger by not telling him in the first place. That damn April. I blame her for this.

  I busy myself with clients, trying my best not to think about any of that stuff.

  “Thank you so much, Miss West. I look forward to hearing from you.”

  Smiling, I walk my newest client to the door, telling her I’ll be in touch. After I close the door, I lean up against it and blow out a breath. I’m exhausted. Asa kept me up late last night, not that I’m complaining, but today my ass is dragging.

  “Hillary, you have an April here to see you,” Martha says through the intercom, and I dip my brows in confusion. I haven’t seen or talked to her since Asa and I got together, and honestly I’m dreading what she could want from me now. I tell Martha to send her in and continue to stand, leaning my tired body on my desk.

  April comes walking into my office, huge smile in place. “Well hello, Hillary.”

  I greet her, telling her to have a seat. I need to sit down myself before I crash to the floor.

  “What can I do for you, April?”

  She raises her eyebrows and grins. “Maybe you should be giving me your job.”

  I find no humor in what she says, but she finds it extremely funny. She’s cracking up.

  “I’m just kidding. I just wanted to stop by and thank you for making my brother so happy. I’ve never seen him like this. I know you didn’t want this whole thing to happen, but look how perfectly it worked out. I also wanted to settle our bill. I am a woman of my word, and I will pay you double.”

  I just stare at her. She can’t be serious. I don’t want her money. Hell, I feel bad enough lying to him. I’m sure as hell not going to let her pay me like a prostitute. She’s right about one thing though. I thought nothing good could come out of that date, yet it’s flipped my world upside down. I’m happy, which is something new for me.

  “I’ve never been happier than to be proven wrong about going out with your brother. With that being said, I can’t and won’t accept your money. It feels wrong and I won’t have it. Being with him is all that I need.”

  And that’s the God’s honest truth. I don’t want to be paid for something I am this happy about.

  She stays chatting for a bit too long, and I feel my eyes getting heavy listening to her drone on and on about work. I like April, but I have no interest in what she does for a living. Especially because her brother kept me up half of the night.

  It is taking all my willpower to keep from resting my head on my desk. I just want to go home and see Asa. He’s worn me out the past few days, but in the best way possible.

  “I should get going,” she finally says. “But one last thing.” Of course there is. “When exactly are you going to tell Asa what you do for a living? He keeps asking me, but I told him I didn’t know exactly.”

  He keeps asking her? Which means that he’s noticed that I haven’t really told him. This is my biggest fear. I don’t want him to know that our whole relationship started on a lie, and that I’m the ringleader liar extraordinaire.

  I rub my forehead, keeping my gaze off her as long as possible. When she clears her throat, I look up to her. “I don’t know what to tell him. If he knows this was a matchmaker set up, and that I didn’t tell him, he’s going to be pissed. Do you think it’s something he will forgive?”

  She stands, tossing her purse strap onto her shoulder. “I don’t see what the big deal is. I came to you and you stepped up. I think you are worrying too much about nothing. Also, would you mind emailing me a receipt that says the financial obligation has been taken care of? You know, just in case in the future you change your mind.”

  Winking, she reaches over and grabs one of my cards. I raise my brows and she grins, saying, “For a friend.”

  As she walks out of my office, she doesn’t mention another word. I call Martha on the intercom and tell her to type and email April a receipt saying the financial obligation is taken care of.

  I understand her concern; she fears if this doesn’t work out with me and Asa that I’ll go after her for payment. I would never do that, but she doesn’t know that, and I’d want written proof as well to cover my ass. April’s smart. I’m the dummy. So, I have Martha write it up for her.

  I check my watch and realize it is closing time. I look at my computer and even though I should be on here searching for potential matches, I’m just too tired. I power it off and gather up my belongings before leaving for the night.

  When I walk through the door of my house, I smile looking over at my couch. I drop my keys and purse on the floor and climb onto it, falling asleep as soon as my head hits my decorative pillow.

  Chapter Eleven

  Hillary

  I wake up to a gentle tapping sound on my window. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up looking around. I must have been asleep for a while because it’s dark out. I hear the tapping again and lean over turning on the lamp. Standing up, I make my way to the front door and open it. Standing there with a smile across his face is Asa. I open the door, and he leans in pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

  “I was getting worried. I kept calling and there was no answer, so to keep from shooting something I knew I had to come by. It’s in my DNA to be overcautious. That’s why I made such a good soldier.”

  “Sorry, I was taking a quick catnap.”

  He wraps his arms around me, kissing me with all he has this time.

  “I think I’m tiring you out. Why don’t we just eat dinner and go to bed?”

  Liking the sound of that, he follows me into the kitchen while I rummage through the cabinets looking for something to make for dinner. I laugh and turn to him.

  “You also are preventing me from buying groceries. I’m sorry, but I have nothing to make for dinner.”

  He lifts me up, sitting me on the counter and kisses me. “That’s what phones are for. You want Chinese or pizza? My treat. After all, it seems like I’m affecting every aspect of your life.”

  He winks as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, ordering us a large shrimp fried rice, a small beef and broccoli and two egg rolls.

  “You know, I may be exhausted and lacking food, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy or exhausted or hungry.”

  I laugh at myself and he silences me when he rests his hand on my pussy over my pants.

  “Oh, nothing to say now?” he says with a smirk on his face. “As much as I want to keep you up all night tonight, sleep is necessary.”

  I know he’s right, but damn having his hand pressed against me is waking my body up completely Feeling a bit playful I grab his shirt, fisting it in my hands. I give him a sexy grin and whisper, “Why don’t we test that theory. How much sleep does one person really need?”

  He growls deep in his throat, while his penetrating stare makes my pulse race. “You’re a damn tease. I don’t know if I should fuck some sense into you or make you wait. Which one?”

  I swallow hard, knowing exactly which one I would rather he do.

  “Fuck me.”

  Once again he growls and crashes his mouth to mine with a force that makes me need to grab onto his shoulders. As I open for him, his tongue is as rough as his lips, making my body immediately respond. He tangles his fingers in my hair pulling, but not hard enough to cause real pain. Just enough to soak my panties. I wrap my legs around his waist and wrap my hands wantonly around his neck.

  We are frantically devouring each other, being completely swept up in the moment, when the doorbell rings. He pulls away, keeping his now darkened eyes on me. “Chinese food is her
e.”

  He goes to pull away, and I whimper at the loss of him. His eyes change from dark to playful and he chuckles.

  “Sorry, baby, I need to feed you. I think you will need the energy if we’re to test this theory of sleep or no sleep.”

  He walks away, and my head falls back against the cabinet.

  “Holy hell,” I whisper, trying to get myself under control. The only thought I have is, I hope he makes good on his promise.

  * * *

  After dinner, we are both in control of our minds and bodies again so we decide to watch a little TV before bed. Sitting with his back resting on the arm of the couch, I’m nestled between his legs with his strong arms wrapped around me.

  “Hey, I forgot to ask how it went with the new company,” I say.

  Asa is overqualified for his position right now and told me he wants to move in a different direction. He’d need to leave his current employer, but it would be worth it.

  He squeezes me, kissing my head. “I’ll know in a few days.”

  I’m so proud of him for going after what he wants, he deserves to be as happy doing what he does as I am. And there it is, that ping I get anytime I think of my job. The job he knows very little about.

  Maybe I should just quit. Ha! I would never. But, I just can’t think of the best way to tell him. And every day that ticks by with me not telling him is one more day of knowing how upset he’ll be that I didn’t mention it sooner.

  I mean, I guess April is right. I need to suck it up. I could just tell him I’m a matchmaker, but I don’t necessarily need to tell him April came to me looking to find someone for him. How do you tell the man you are falling in love with that everything about how we met is a lie?