Asa: Military Romance (Overwatch Division Book 2)

by Coco Miller

  After convincing myself this is the route I will take, I feel much better about it all. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. He can’t get pissed at my job.

  I glance over at the clock and realize I need to get showered because it’s once again getting late. I pat his arms and turn my head to face him. “I need to jump in the shower. It’s getting late.”

  He kisses my nose and releases his protective hold on me. “All right, I’ll put the food away.”

  Once I’m in the bathroom, I turn the shower on and take my clothes off, dropping them to the floor. I feel the temperature of the water and step in. Letting out a small moan at the feel of the water pounding on my sore body, I drop my head back, wetting my tightly pulled back bun of curls.

  Not wanting to spend too much time in the shower, I quickly lather my body. I turn facing the hot spray, closing my eyes and letting it hit my face. I feel so much more relaxed now. I wipe my face just as I feel arms snake around my body. I let out a scream I’m sure my neighbors heard before I hear Asa’s raspy voice in my ear.

  “Relax, baby. Shit, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  I spin around in his arms, smiling when I see his sexy naked body. A body that has water dripping off of it, enhancing his inked arms. When I pull my gaze off his body, I look into his eyes. He breaks his trance on my body, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

  “There’s a stranger in my shower.”

  “That wants to do strange shit to you.”

  He reaches a hand between my legs, rubbing my now throbbing pussy. “Wet as fucking usual.”

  Never breaking eye contact, he slowly pushes a finger inside of me. I lean my head forward, resting it on his solid chest. My body has an immediate response to his touch. My nipples harden, my pussy gets even wetter, and my breathing gets heavy. All from just a single finger inside me. Asa’s finger.

  He masterfully adds another finger and I moan, letting the feeling wash over me. Between his fast moving fingers, water running down my back, and his heavy breathing in my ear, the sensations are overwhelming me.

  “Oh God, Asa.” My arms are wrapped around his waist, and I hold on to his back for dear life.

  “I know you’re tired, but I need you right now, baby.” He reaches out of the shower, grabbing a condom. “I’ll do all the work. All you need to do is come for me.”

  Making quick work of it, Asa gets the condom on and spins me around so my ass presses against his hard cock. One hand rests on my stomach while the other grabs my chin, turning my head to him. “I need to fuck you hard. You good with that?”

  I nod my head, excited at the thought of how this will play out. He slowly dips his head, kissing me soft and sweet. Not at all what I expected. It is playing havoc on my body. The hand on my stomach moves to push my legs apart, and I feel his cock between my legs. Breaking the kiss, I look into his lust-filled eyes.

  He lets go of my chin, pushing on my back, effectively pushing my pussy against him. He loosens my bun, wraps his hand in my hair and without a moment’s hesitation, he slams into me.

  I scream out which must spur him on because he yanks my head back by my hair and starts to really move. It’s rough, hard and fast, and I’m loving every second of it.

  “Hillary, you are so fucking sexy. Watching my dick move in and out of you is the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.”

  His words and his punishing strokes cause my eyes to roll back in my head as I feel my orgasm nearing. The hot water rushing over my body, Asa’s muscular body behind me, and his words are making this feel so incredibly unreal. My body begins to quiver from his expert touch, yet I need more.

  “Asa, I’m so close,” I whimper.

  That is all it takes. He slaps my ass, causing a stinging pain as he fucks me so hard I nearly fall over. Yanking my hair harder, he digs his other hand into my side. I won’t last much longer, and I know this orgasm is going to rip me in half. I can feel its strength building.

  The sound of our wet bodies clashing together and our moaning are the only sounds I hear. My pussy tightens on him and a wickedly powerful orgasm rips right through me.

  “Shit!” I scream.

  He thrusts into me a few more times before he grunts my name, finding his release. Spinning me around he pulls me against him, hugging me tight. “Damn, that was hot.”

  We both rise off and climb out of the shower, wrapping ourselves in towels before going to the bedroom. Changing into my PJ’s while he throws on a pair of boxers, I feel my exhaustion settling back over me.

  We get into bed and he pulls me to him. I am slowly being lulled to sleep to the sound of his beating heart. I feel Asa grip me a little tighter but before I know it; I start to fall asleep.

  “Hillary, I love you.”

  I am pulled under and can’t make my eyes open or lips move, but in my head I heard his confession. And in my head I’m dancing across a meadow of wildflowers happy as hell. And also in my head I tell him I love him too.

  I have to admit, the way things are going, this is by far the best match I’ve ever made.

  Chapter Twelve

  ASA

  I know I’m moving at warp light speed, but what am I supposed to do? I told her I loved her last night, and I meant it. With all my heart and soul, I meant it.

  These new feelings swirling through me have made me the happiest man ever. I never want to come down from this high. From this euphoria, Hillary creates inside me. I love it. And I’m pretty sure that I love her. I never thought I had it in me, but here I am, wanting all that happily ever after shit with her.

  The alarm on my phone keeps beeping, and I reach other turning it off. I look down at Hillary and smile. Waking up with her will never grow old. I think back to our hot shower sex and my smile gets bigger. She can take anything I dish out, and it makes her so much hotter. I love that she embraces all the different things I try with her. And I love that she’s never done most of these things with another man.

  My smile fades when I think of how I told her that I loved her last night. Don’t get me wrong, I meant it. I just didn’t want to whisper it to her while she was sleeping for the first time. Having her conscious would have made it a lot better. Actually, it was kind of a chicken-shit thing to do.

  I decide that tonight I will make her a special dinner and tell her exactly how I feel. I start to get excited by this, but know I need to get my ass moving if I intend to make it to work on time. Kissing her head over and over she finally stirs.

  “Baby, I need to go. I didn’t bring work clothes with me, so I have to go home.” She opens her sleepy eyes, blinking a few times. “You can go back to sleep for a little, but I need to go. I’m sorry.”

  She leans up and gently kisses my mouth. “It’s all right. Have a good day.” She moves over, giving me room to get out of bed and rolls over.

  I chuckle and kiss her head. Dressing as quietly as I can, I leave her sleeping and drive home.

  * * *

  Today seemed to take forever to end. Maybe it is because it’s Friday or maybe it’s because I’m eager to tell Hillary that I love her. I’ve never told a woman I loved her and meant it before.

  When I was young, I would just say it to all my girlfriends because I figured that’s what I was supposed to do. I even told a few as an adult, but at the time I thought I might love them. With Hillary, it’s not a question. This is what love feels like, and I’ve never felt this way before.

  I leave work and go to the grocery store before heading home. I’m going to make her a broiled chicken, red potatoes, and fresh green beans. My stomach growls just thinking of it. I can’t make a million things, but this particular meal is one of my specialties.

  I move through the store, getting all the ingredients I need, even getting some whipped cream for dessert. The thought of covering her in whipped cream before eating it off makes my dick twitch. I shake my head to clear thoughts of sticky sex and finish getting what I need.

  After I strap it all down to my bike, I h
ead home. Once there, I put everything away and clean up. Normally I wouldn’t care, but tonight I want everything to be perfect. I vacuum, dust, even make my bed. I spray some air freshener around when I’m done and smile.

  I look at the time and since Hillary won’t get off work for a while; I decide to take a shower before I worry about the food. I scrub the dirt of work off of me, and once I’m done I get out. Since I’m trying to make tonight special, I get dressed in my favorite jeans and lay out a button down. I don’t want to put it on until I put dinner in the oven.

  I toss on a T-shirt and look around my room. Candles, I should have picked up candles. I shake my head and grab my keys off my dresser. I really don’t feel like going back to the store, but I know April has a ton of candles. She won’t miss them.

  I drive over to her house and I’m thankful when I pull up that no one is home. I don’t need her questioning what I need the candles for and the kids wouldn’t just let me do a drive by. They’d want me to play like when I toss them in the air for twenty minutes. They love that shit.

  I let myself in and look around. Where the hell would she keep candles? She’s always got them burning. I check the living room closet, nothing. I look in all the closets in the house, but don’t find any. Shit.

  Walking into the kitchen, I look around. She must have some in one of these cabinets. I start looking in all of them and when I don’t find any, I pull open drawers. One of them is full of papers, but I also find a few small candles. I peek out of the kitchen and when I see no one has pulled up, I take some papers out, resting them on the counter.

  Yes, more little candles. I keep digging and end up finding ten little candles. This will work. I look real quick when I hear a car door, but it’s not April. I pick up the papers and start shoving them back in the drawer. My phone rings, scaring me and I drop some papers on the floor. “Shit.”

  Bending down, I pick them up, when something catches my attention. I find a receipt of sorts and it has my sister’s name and Hillary’s name on it. I abandon the other papers and stand up with this one. I look it over and the more I read the more confused I become.

  “What the fuck?”

  I continue to read and realize that what I’m reading is a receipt for services rendered. April paid Hillary for something. It doesn’t say what, just that it has been settled. I keep it on the counter and lean down to pick up the rest of the papers, this time I flip through all of them. I find a business card and I pull it out of the pile.

  I read it over and my eyes bug out of my head.

  “Professional matchmaker? Hillary is a fucking matchmaker.”

  I quickly put two and two together and realize that my one and only sister paid the woman I’m about to profess my love to, to date me. Like I am some sort of charity case. Like I can’t get a woman on my own.

  What the fuck!

  I yank the receipt off the counter and slam the drawer closed, leaving the candles on the counter. With the business card and receipt in hand, I slam the front door closed and climb on my bike.

  “Let’s go pay a visit to the matchmaker,” I say with more anger than I’ve ever felt.

  I look at the address on the business card and tear out of the driveway. The longer I drive, the more pissed off I get. I’m angry at her and I’m angry at myself. How have I been fucking this woman for weeks and I didn’t know this? It’s like a sick fucking joke. I can’t believe this is actually happening. I want to call and curse out April, but she can wait until I’m finished with Hillary.

  When I locate her office building, I fly into the parking lot and screech to a stop. Maybe coming here isn’t the smartest idea, but right now I don’t give a fuck. I want to see her expression when I walk into her office. I want to hear what she has to say for herself. I want her to explain how she fucks a man for weeks and doesn’t tell him that she paid for the pleasure.

  I walk up three flights of stairs, taking them two at a time. When I reach her floor, I stride over and pull the door open. The waiting room is huge. There is a person sitting on a nice brown leather couch flipping through a magazine. She doesn’t notice me; I guess she’s too excited about being set up.

  “Can I help you?”

  I turn to the sound of a sweet elderly voice. She smiles at me, as I stomp over to her desk.

  “I need to see Hillary.”

  She nods gently and I can tell she is going to say I can wait, so I just continue. “Now,” I whisper in an angry voice.

  “Sir, you’ll need an appointment. How about we set one up now?”

  As she digs through her desk looking for what I can only assume is a damn appointment card, I walk past her.

  “Sir. Sir!”

  I don’t turn around. I continue down the hall to the door that I assume will transport me to hell– Hillary’s office.

  I push it open and slam it closed behind me so hard that Hillary jumps.

  “Oh shit, did I scare you, matchmaker?” I ask in an angry, sarcastic voice.

  “Asa.”

  Her big, beautiful eyes are huge; she starts to stand but falls back into her seat. The look of pure fear is on her face.

  “Surprise.” I reach her desk and throw the receipt and business card at her. “Found these today. The only thing I don’t know is how much you fucking me cost my sister the single mother.”

  I can see her eyes fill with tears and for a spilt second I start to feel bad. However, it evaporates when she shakes her head.

  “No, this isn’t what you think.”

  I lean my hands on her desk, putting my face closer to her. “I’m sure this is exactly what I think. Are you going to deny that my sister came to you for a setup?”

  Just saying it makes my mouth curl in disgust.

  “Miss West, is everything all right?” I turn my head, looking at her shaken secretary.

  “Everything is fine, Martha. Please give my apologies and cancel my last appointment.” Martha nods and closes the door. “Asa, let me explain.”

  I turn back to face her and she is wiping her tears. I shake my head and stand up, pacing. “Hillary, I don’t think there is anything you can say that I will believe. I feel like this whole thing between us, everything we’ve shared was nothing but a huge fucking lie.”

  She shakes her head and gets up, rushing over to me. “I know. I’m so sorry. At first I said nothing because April knew you wouldn’t go on the date if you knew. Then things moved so fast. Before I knew it, I was falling for you and I just didn’t know how to tell you I was a matchmaker. I knew you’d be pissed that I lied.”

  “Well, at least you got that right. I am pissed.”

  “But the receipt from your sister is not what you think.”

  I stop pacing and turn to her with more anger and hurt than I have ever experienced. I’m looking at the woman who just this morning had my heart beating out of my chest. Now, she’s the one who crushed it into so many pieces that it will never be put back together. The emotions I’m feeling are overwhelming. I walk over to her and get right in her face.

  “What I think is that you were nothing more than a whore who got paid to sleep with me.”

  She sucks in a breath in disbelief and goes to slap me. “Fuck you, Asa.”

  “No, fuck you. Dare I ask how much last night’s romp in the sack cost my sister?” I watch as tears run down her face and I just shake my head. “Never mind. Just put it on my bill.” That’s the last thing I say and walk out.

  When I make it to the parking lot, I punch the concrete wall so hard my knuckles bust open. Maybe the pain in my hand will numb the pain in my heart. This pain, this agony tearing through my body, is threatening to bring me to my knees. My world just crumbled around me and there is nothing I can do to stop the pain. To stop this heartache happening inside my chest.

  I need a damn drink.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Hillary

  Have you ever had your entire world come crashing down in the blink of an eye? That’s how I feel right now
. That’s how I’ve felt since the moment Asa walked out of my office.

  It’s been a week since he found me at work and my heart was literally ripped from my chest. I had no idea that the fallout of one little white lie would destroy me. But destroy me it has. It’s made normal things impossible to do.

  I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t even smile. I took three days off of work in an effort to stop crying. It hasn’t worked. Sure, I can put on the smiling face of the perfect matchmaker with a client, but as soon as they leave my office I crumble to the ground. I fall apart. And I hate that I do.

  I’ve always considered myself a strong, confident woman, but now I’m not so sure. Now I don’t know what to do, and I’ve never felt this way in my life ever. Why do people fall in love if this is what happens if you lose it? It’s horrible and makes me feel small and tiny and frankly… worthless.

  That’s why I shouldn’t go back to work. I want to scream and cry and tell my clients to run for the hills. To get the hell out of here. Because I’m a fraud. I’m peddling some sort of make-believe fairy tale to these people.

  Love is this fleeting thing that makes you high as a kite when you have it, but low as hell when it vanishes. The high is great while it lasts, but the ending makes you wish you could die.

  I suppose it’s fitting that Asa and I met on Valentine’s Day. Just like that day of love, ours was bullshit. That holiday should be ended. It shouldn’t be celebrated anymore. I hate it. And I hate all things love. I’m seriously considering going to law school and becoming a divorce attorney.

  Banging on my front door pulls me out of my destructive thoughts, and I drag my ass off the couch to get it. When I pull it open, my friend Kelly is standing there grinning.

  “You look like shit.” She pushes past me and takes in my living room.

  “Thanks. I feel extra pretty shitty,” I say as I plop back down on the couch, covering myself with a blanket, not wanting to ever face the world again.