My Kind of Love: a Military Romance (Finding Love Book 1)

by Nikki Ash

  “We can definitely make that happen,” he says, swiping his tongue across the seam of my lips. “But since there isn’t one here, how about we shower together and consider it a warm-up?”

  “That sounds absolutely perfect.”

  “For future reference,” Lexi says, strolling into the living room. “Your bathroom presses up against the guest bathroom.” She saucily winks, and my face flushes, as I recall what went on in the bathroom.

  “Oh, don’t get all shy now. It made for some great shower entertainment. Way better than porn. But you might want to keep it down if you have anyone besides me staying in there. Or you know… if you have more kids.”

  She laughs, and Georgia snorts. They’re both dressed in gorgeous dresses, perfect for the clubs here. Lexi’s is tiny and black, showing off her pert breasts and toned, pale legs. She’s wearing tall, black heels to match. Her blond hair is pin straight and her makeup is barely there. Where Lexi’s is sexy, Georgia’s is more classy. It’s a deep crimson red with long sleeves. It’s not as tight or short as Lexi’s and it completely covers her chest. She’s wearing black heels to match. Her hair is down in loose waves and her makeup is also lightly done.

  “You look beautiful,” Lexi says, already moving on to another subject, as if telling us she got off to us having sex in the shower isn’t a big deal. “A total MILF.” She winks.

  “Thanks.” I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight, but my body is thicker, more shapely than it was before I had RJ. My breasts, even though I’m no longer breastfeeding, are bigger, and my hips are a bit wider. When the girls confirmed they would be coming down this weekend, since their finals ended a couple days ago, my mom and I went shopping so I could buy a couple new outfits.

  The dress I’m wearing is an olive green tie back dress. It’s short like Lexi’s and dips in the front, showing off my cleavage, but is long-sleeved like Georgia’s dress. I’m wearing nude heels, my hair has been straightened, and I’m only wearing a bit of mascara. I tend to sweat when I dance, and I don’t want my face coming off.

  “I would agree,” Ryan says, entering the room, looking sexy as hell. He’s wearing a black button-down collared shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing his corded forearms. His jeans fit snuggly against his muscular thighs, and his shoes are brown suede. He’s even trimmed his beard, so it’s neat.

  “But she’s my MILF,” he adds, pressing his lips against mine. “You look fucking sexy as hell, babe,” he says, tugging on my bottom lip. My body sags against his and a soft moan escapes past my lips.

  “Oh, no,” Lexi says. “Let’s go. If we don’t leave now, you two will end up back in the shower. And based on how long you were moaning, your man has some stamina.”

  Ryan nuzzles his face into the curve of my neck and chuckles. “You need to find new friends.”

  “She’s not my friend,” I joke. “She’s family.”

  “I’m both,” Lexi cuts in, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from Ryan. “And there’s nobody like me.”

  We take an Uber to the Strip and have him drop us off in front of a popular Italian restaurant for dinner. We each order a martini, and after begging Ryan to please loosen up, he orders a whiskey. We spend dinner talking and laughing, having a good time. I might live several hours away from Lexi and Georgia, but distance has never prevented us from remaining close. Two—maybe three—martinis later and we’re ready to get our dancing on.

  After Ryan pays the bill, insisting if any of us tried it would chip away at his masculinity, we head over to Club LA. It’s a new club Lexi heard about and is dying to check out. When we arrive, there’s a line fifty people deep. I’m about to suggest we go somewhere else, when Ryan takes my hand and walks us to the front of the line. He shakes hands with the bouncer, quickly introducing us. Apparently he’s one of the guys who is stationed at the same base as Ryan.

  “Damn, Ryan, your cool factor just got raised a couple notches,” Lexi yells over the music thumping through the speakers. “You’re the last person I expected to know anyone working at a club.”

  “He’s in the military,” Ryan explains. “The guys who aren’t active duty have to work full-time jobs to make ends meet. The military doesn’t pay a whole lot.”

  I consider asking him if he’s active duty, but push the thought aside. Being ignorant might not be the smartest decision, but it’s the less stressful option. Ryan only got home a couple weeks ago. We have plenty of time to deal with reality. For right now I just want to live in our little bubble. He’s home safe and in bed with me every night, and that’s all I care about right now.

  We step up to the bar and Ryan raises his hand to get the bartender’s attention. She gives a small nod, indicating she saw him, and then walks over.

  “What can I get you?”

  “I’ll take a rum and Coke,” Lexi says. When Ryan’s friend let us in, he stamped all of our hands assuming we were as old as Ryan.

  “I’ll have a lemon drop,” I tell her.

  “Water,” Ryan says.

  “No way,” I argue. “You promised you would let loose. He’ll have a whiskey neat,” I tell the bartender since that’s what he was drinking at the restaurant.

  Georgia orders the same as me and then Lexi adds four double shots to the order.

  “We’re going to be crawling out of here,” I warn.

  “If we party right.” She winks saucily, handing her credit card over to the bartender before Ryan can. “You paid for dinner. I got the drinks.”

  “Not happening.” He snags her card from the bartender and hands her his.

  The bartender comes back a couple minutes later with our drinks. We each take a shot, leaving the glasses on the bar top, and then take our drinks with us to a booth that’s near the dance floor.

  After Lexi begs Georgia to dance with her, they take off onto the dance floor, while Ryan and I get comfortable in the booth. He pulls me into his lap and runs his hands up and down the length of my arms, trailing kisses along my shoulder and collarbone.

  “You look so fucking gorgeous tonight,” he murmurs into my ear. “I can’t wait to get you home and get you naked.” His hand roams down my side and lands on my thigh, which is visible from my dress riding up, but hidden behind the table.

  We spend the next several minutes making out like horny teenagers, until Lexi and Georgia return with another round of double shots.

  Ryan warns us that we’ll be cleaning up our own throw-up when we’re upchucking our dinner into the toilet later, but still takes his shot.

  “I feel good,” I tell Lexi, taking the last sip of my lemon drop. “I don’t want any more to drink.”

  “Well, someone has to drink it.” She pouts.

  Ryan lifts the shot and downs the liquid then goes back to kissing me. His tongue swipes past my parted lips, darting into my mouth. I suck on his tongue, tasting the sweetness of the alcohol.

  “Come and dance with us,” Lexi shouts, not caring that we’re practically dry humping in the booth. “Please,” she insists.

  “We’re watching the drinks,” Ryan murmurs against my lips.

  “There are no more drinks,” she huffs, which makes Ryan release my mouth and chuckle.

  “We’re keeping the booth warm,” he argues, his gaze locked with mine, humor glinting in his eyes.

  “C’mon,” I say, reluctantly climbing off his lap. “They’re only here for the weekend.”

  Ryan grumbles but stands, wrapping his arms around my waist. We make our way onto the dance floor, the four of us finding our own little spot. The music is pumping, playing a mix of old-school and new tracks, and Lexi, Georgia, and I dance facing each other, creating a small circle, while Ryan stays behind me, his body grinding against mine. He barely even moves but still manages to look sexy as hell. Guys have it so damn easy…

  We spend the next few hours drinking and dancing and having a good time. Every time Lexi gets more shots—how her tiny little behind is able to hold it all remains a mystery—
Ryan downs my shot for me. When she returns with another tray of shots—this time Georgia bowing out—she calls us lightweights and swallows back Georgia’s while Ryan drinks mine and his.

  Ryan and I are all over each other on the dance floor. It’s obvious by the way he’s acting, the alcohol has done what I was hoping it would do—loosened him up. Our bodies, completely in sync with one another, are swaying to the music, and with his face only a hairbreadth away from mine, he tells me how much he loves me and everything he wants to do to me once we get home. Ryan drunk is exactly how I pictured: sweet and sexy and so damn adorable.

  At some point, a couple of guys find their way over, trying to hit on Lexi and Georgia. Even though Ryan’s paying full attention to me—grinding his body against mine, and peppering kisses along my jawline and neck—I can tell he’s making it a point to keep an eye on them as well, which only makes me love him that much more. He’s protective by nature, and when I’m with him, I feel safe. I also know any time he’s with our son, he’ll be safe.

  I can’t see what happens since my back is to Georgia, but I imagine it must have something to do with the guy who’s been trying to chat her up getting handsy. Because one second Ryan is running his fingers through my hair and kissing the sensitive spot below my ear, and the next, he’s in the guy’s face. With his hand in mine, he’s stepped between Georgia and the guy.

  “Hey! The lady said no,” Ryan says, towering over the guy and getting in his face. I peek around him and see the guy shooting daggers at Ryan, obviously pissed he just put a dent in his plans. He looks like he’s about to start shit, but once he realizes Ryan’s not only several inches taller, but probably has a good fifty pounds of muscle on him, he steps back, deciding it would be a fight he would undoubtedly lose.

  Lexi has now moved over to Georgia and has her arms around her in a comforting way, glaring at the guy like she’s about to step around Ryan and take him out herself—and by the look in her eyes, I’m almost positive she could.

  “I think I’m ready to go,” Georgia says nervously, once the guy walks away. Her hands are shaking, and she looks uncomfortable. Georgia has never been comfortable in situations that involve a huge group of people. She usually only goes along with it for Lexi, and even then, it’s rare she’ll actually join in.

  Lexi nods, not even attempting to argue. While Lexi has a thick shell, blocking out anything bad in the world and rarely taking life serious, Georgia is softer, more sensitive, and that hard shell Lexi carries on her back shelters and protects them both.

  When we arrive back at our house, Georgia and Lexi retreat to their rooms, and Ryan and I do the same. I peel off my dress and shuck off my heels, leaving me in only my undergarments. I’m about to head into the bathroom to rinse off, when Ryan’s arms encircle my waist from behind.

  “Fuck, there’s only one thing hotter than you in that dress and heels.” His hand glides down my stomach, landing on my cotton-covered mound. “You in nothing but a sexy bra and this tiny thong.” He slips his fingers under the material and pushes through my folds. I part my legs to accommodate him, and he sinks his finger into me, finding my clit.

  “I feel like I’ve been hard since you stepped out of the room in that dress.” He dusts my hair to the side, pushes the bra strap down, then places a soft, lingering kiss to my bare shoulder. He cups my breast with his hand, massaging it before he zeros in on my nipple, pinching and tweaking it. Bolts of electricity shoot straight to my core, which is already on fire from him rubbing delicious circles on my tiny, sensitive nub. I’m already close to coming, and he must sense that, because he pulls his hand out.

  I whimper at the loss of his touch, but before I can complain, he twirls me around and lifts me, setting me on our dresser. “I need to see you,” he says, his sapphire eyes meeting mine. The love and lust shining in his eyes are enough to take my breath away.

  He pulls my thong down my legs slowly, kissing my flesh as he goes. When I’m naked from the waist down, he parts my thighs and drops to his knees. With his tongue and fingers, he makes love to my pussy, worshipping me. Every lick, every kiss, every bite is done languorously, with my pleasure in mind. He doesn’t stop until I’m screaming out my orgasm, blinding lights overtaking my vision as I come hard and long.

  When I open my eyes, he’s standing in front of me, his eyes glittering in the soft light coming in from outside. He runs his tongue across his lips, and I know he’s tasting me. A soft smile spreads across his face, and my stomach tightens. I rarely compare Ryan and Ian. It’s not right or fair. They’re two different people, and Ian is gone. But in this moment, I can’t help but notice the way Ryan is looking at me. With Ian, I knew he loved me. I could see it in his eyes, feel the warmth from it in my heart. He gave me the best kind of butterflies. But with Ryan, when his eyes meet mine, like they are right now, it’s as if I’m his entire world. And his love… it doesn’t stop at my heart or my belly—it flows through my veins, blazing through my entire body.

  “Marry me,” he says, his eyes locked with mine. My heart picks up speed at those two simple yet heavy words, until I remember…

  “You’re drunk,” I point out, trying to make light of his request. The last time he asked me to marry him was right after RJ was born. We were both high on love for our son, and I knew I couldn’t say yes. I couldn’t agree to marry Ryan for the sake of doing the right thing for our son. But now things have changed. My feelings for him have grown, and I’m in love with him. But I can’t say yes when I know he’s been drinking and might not be thinking clearly.

  His lips part, like he’s about to argue, but I cover his mouth with my fingers. “You want to marry me? Ask me when I haven’t just delivered a baby and you’re about to leave for several months, or when you haven’t been drinking and I’m going to worry if you really mean it or if you’re just drunk and thinking with the wrong head.” I laugh and Ryan rolls his eyes. I know he isn’t proposing to get in my pants—I’m a sure thing. But is there something wrong with wanting him to propose when he’s sober and something life-altering isn’t taking place?

  “I love you and I would love to marry you one day. But I need you to ask when you’re in the right state of mind so I know you mean it.”

  Ryan nods, and I remove my hand. He takes a step back, his mouth forming a slight frown. He’s assuming this has put a damper on the mood, but I’m not about to let that happen.

  Wrapping my legs around the back of his thighs, I pull him toward me, until he’s back between my legs, our chests flush against each other. “We have an entire night without our adorable little cock-blocker,” I point out. “So, I’m going to need you to fuck me now.”

  Ryan’s frown morphs into a lopsided grin—it’s not big, but it’s enough to make the sexy dimple on his left cheek pop out. I bring my face close to his and dart my tongue out, running it along that dimple. “Show me how bad you want to marry me.” I press my lips to his cheek. “Show me what I have to look forward to if I agree to marry you.”

  Gripping my thighs, Ryan pulls me toward him at the same time he thrusts his hips forward, sinking deep inside me. “Oh, I’ll show you what it’ll be like to be with me,” he taunts. His mouth connects with mine, and he kisses me hard. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, make you come so many times, you’re not going to be able to walk without thinking about me.” Tingles of excitement pulse through my body.

  He pulls out halfway, then pushes back in, filling me completely. “But I need you to understand one thing…” He grips my hair and tugs on it slightly, so our eyes lock. “When I’m sober, I’m going to ask you to marry me, and the minute you say yes…” He thrusts into me again, and my body clenches around him. “And you will say yes,” he growls. “I’m not waiting…” With the hand that’s not holding my mane, he brings his fingers to my already sensitive clit and massages circles along it, working my body back up into a frenzy. “We’re getting married, and I’m making you mine.” His mouth crashes against mine, and he kisses me with aban
don. “You’re mine, Micaela, and I’m yours.”

  Micaela

  “Oh, my sweet girls!” Mom rushes into the living room and wraps her arms around Lexi and Georgia. “How are you?” She steps back to appraise them. “How’s school? Your parents? Oh! How’s your brother? I can’t believe he’s in high school.”

  “Mom, breathe,” I joke.

  “Sorry, I just can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve seen them. Marco,” she calls out to my dad, who must be in the other room with RJ. “We should take a trip to California soon.”

  “Yes, dear,” Dad says dutifully, making me snort out a laugh. That’s been his go-to answer for anything she wants for as far back as I can remember.

  Mom playfully rolls her eyes. “Did you girls have a good night out?”

  “Ugh.” Lexi moans. “My head hurts. I swear I’m never drinking that much again.” She plops onto the couch and drops her head back against the cushion.

  “Shouldn’t have been drinking at all,” Dad says, walking into the room with RJ in his arms, who spots me and squeals in excitement. “Where’s Ryan?” he asks, handing my sweet baby boy over to me.

  “At the gym,” I tell him, taking RJ from him. I kiss his cheek and inhale his sweet baby scent. God, I missed him so much.

  “I’m heading there now.” He kisses my forehead. “There’s mail for you on the counter. Make sure you grab it. One looks like a bill.”

  He kisses my mom. “I’ll see you later.”

  “So, what are you up to today?” Mom asks once Dad is gone.

  “I’m not sure.” I shrug. “Probably just hanging out.”

  “I was thinking we could go shopping,” Mom suggests. “Then go to the spa and get manis and pedis.”

  “Oh, yes!” Georgia agrees. “I’m dying for a good foot massage. I’ve been too busy with school.”

  “Eh… I don’t want to drag RJ along. He’ll get bored and fussy.”

  “Actually, Ryan said he would be over to get him after his workout.”