Army

by Wilder, Chiah

  “When’s Stiletto’s next fight?” Buzz asked.

  “Not sure, and you better not call her Stiletto outside of the ring or she’ll have you in a submission before you’ll know what hit you,” Army said to the Fallen Slayer member.

  Buzz guffawed and slapped Army on the back. “Good one, bro.”

  As more Fallen Slayers entered the clubhouse, Army grabbed another beer and made his way over to Crow. Before he reached him, Alma ran up to Army and gave him a big hug.

  “I really missed you,” she whispered in his ear.

  He gently eased her away and smiled. “Did you think I moved to Durango for good?”

  “No, but you were gone a long time.” Alma twirled a strand of her dark hair around her finger. “Did you bring that lady back with you?”

  Army tilted his head back. “Yeah … I brought my woman with me.”

  The club girl’s face fell and she looked down at the floor. “Oh,” she muttered then she looked up at him. “Are you gonna want to have some fun on the side like Rooster and Tattoo Mike?” She bit the corner of her bottom lip as she locked gazes with him.

  “Mia’s more than enough woman for me, but Buzz’s got a thing for you.”

  Alma’s dark eyes brightened. “He does?” She craned her neck. “Where is he?”

  “By the bar. He likes pretty dark-haired women who walk like they’re doing the rumba.”

  Alma put her hand behind his neck and tugged his face down and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks,” she whispered, and then walked away.

  Army watched her sashay toward Buzz, and smiled when the big guy wrapped his powerful arms around Alma’s tiny waist and lifted her up then planted a big kiss on her mouth. Army turned around and walked over to Crow.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey.” Crow stared straight ahead.

  “We good?” Army took out two joints and handed one to Crow.

  Crow took the weed and put it between his lips. “You still going out with her?”

  Army leaned against the wall, the joint dangling from his mouth. “Yeah. She’s staying around for a damn long time, bro.”

  Crow glanced sideways at him. “She’s a damn good fighter.” He lit the joint.

  Army blew out. “Mia’s the best.” Pride swelled inside him, and he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and be with her.

  “I’d see her fight again,” Crow said, still staring straight on.

  “She’ll probably come to the clubhouse once in a while and be at some of the family events. You gonna be cool with that?” Army chugged his beer.

  Crow shrugged. “She came through for the Night Rebels. Yeah … she sure can fight.”

  “Yeah,” Army replied.

  They finished their joints and their drinks without saying another word and, in that moment, Army knew the club would embrace his woman.

  When Brutus and Skull walked in with several strippers from Lust, Army looked at his phone and decided to head back to the hotel. He wanted to have a special evening with his precious woman. As he walked through the crowd, he stopped and talked a bit before finally making it outside.

  “Are you leaving so soon?” Eagle asked.

  Army glanced over at him and saw that he had his arm wrapped around Kelly. She winked at Army then ran her blue-tipped nails up and down Eagle’s arm.

  “I’m taking Mia to Flanigan’s,” Army replied.

  Eagle’s eyes widened. “That’s some serious shit, dude. You gonna do something pansy-assed like make her your old lady?”

  “We just like steak. I gotta go. Later.” They pumped fists in the air, and then Army jumped on his Harley and sped toward downtown.

  When Army arrived at the hotel, he stopped by the front desk and thrummed his fingers on the counter while he waited for the clerk to finish his phone call. The tall man with wire-framed glasses hung up the receiver and walked over to Army.

  “May I help you?” he asked.

  “I want two bottles of champagne sent to my room—403. I’m taking my woman out for dinner, so I want them in the room when we get back.”

  The front desk clerk smiled. “Celebrating a special occasion?”

  Stone-faced, Army stared at him. “We leave at six thirty, so make sure the champagne is brought in after that.”

  The man cleared his throat. “Would you like to add chocolate dipped strawberries to your order?”

  Army splayed his hands out on the smooth granite counter. “Why the fuck not.”

  A small frown creased the desk clerk’s forehead. “Is that a yes, sir?”

  “Fuck yeah.” Army hit the counter with his hand and the man jumped back. Army guffawed and turned around, and then swaggered to the elevators.

  Army fished for the key card in his pocket but he couldn’t find it. He knocked on the door and heard Mia’s light footsteps approaching.

  “It’s me, babe,” he said through the door.

  The door swung open and Mia stood before him in a short as hell ivory robe, cinched tightly around her waist by a sash. The shiny robe draped sexily over her curves, and a hint of cleavage peeked out from the slightly opened neckline. Army ran his tongue over his lips as his gaze traveled up and down her body.

  “Are you just going to stand there gawking at me, or are you coming in?” Mia asked.

  Army glanced up at her and saw desire burning in her amber eyes. “Fuck you look sexy,” he said in a low voice.

  Mia ran her hands over her body, and then cupped her breasts. “Do we have time to play?” she asked softly, gripping his hand and jerking him inside.

  Army kicked the door shut, yanked her to him, and took her mouth. Deep. Hungry. Mia slipped her hands under his shirt and drew her nails down his back, scratching him savagely.

  “I like that,” he gritted as he undid the robe’s sash.

  Army’s hand covered one of her tits and he squeezed it hard, loving the way Mia groaned and dug her nails deeper into his skin. They clawed, bit and humped each other like two animals in heat, and then Army slammed Mia’s back against the wall and leaned into her with the full weight of his body, pinning her. He pushed his hands inside her robe and ran them down her soft skin, and when he felt her panties, he looped his fingers around them and ripped them off. Mia cried out and tore his back even more with long scratches.

  “I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since we left Durango,” he snarled.

  “That makes two of us,” she said before biting his bottom lip.

  Army’s fingers slid between her folds, and her juices covered them, exciting him more. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

  “That’s what you do to me.” Mia grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged at it.

  Army’s teeth nipped and bit at her neck, her shoulders, and her tits, her moans fueling his burning lust. In frantic moves, they tore off each other’s clothes, touching, grabbing, kissing, and biting as if it were the last time they’d ever taste and feel each other again.

  Army lifted Mia’s leg and she wrapped it around him, and then she put her other leg around, hugging him tightly as he held her up, his hands squeezing her ass checks.

  “I need it so bad,” he grunted as he thrust into her. He crushed his mouth on hers and then he banged her hard and fast. Mia cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her firm body matching his rhythm.

  Her arousal mixed with his created a tangy, musky scent which drove him fucking wild, and he pounded in and out of her. Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his back.

  “So fuckin’ good,” he panted as he pushed harder and deeper. “Touch your sweet spot for me, baby.”

  Army watched as Mia slipped her fingers between her engorged lips and flicked her clit while he fucked her. “I love watching you touch yourself,” he growled.

  “I’m so close, Army,” she moaned.

  He was too, and the combination of her whimpers, her face contorting in pleasure, and her finger furiously rubbing her hardened nub pushed his passion over the top. Mia bang
ed her head against the wall with a thud as she cried out her release, bucking against him, mumbling incoherently. And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire, melting.

  “Mia! Fuck!” he shouted.

  Their orgasms downed them both, and they crumbled like sand to the floor, holding each other tightly, panting, their bodies sated.

  After their breathing returned to normal, Army kissed her slowly and gently. With his fingertips, he traced the outline of her lips, loving the way they still glistened from his kiss. “I fuckin’ love you,” he said in a low voice.

  The tip of Mia’s tongue brushed over the pads of his fingers. “I love you too.”

  After a while, Army eased away from her and stood up, holding out his hand. “We’ve got dinner reservations, baby.” He helped Mia up and handed her the robe and ripped panties.

  “I better get ready. I’m always starving after a workout.” She winked at him, and he swatted her ass as she went into the bathroom.

  An hour later they sat by the restaurant window eating shrimp cocktail. Mia was beautiful in a form-fitting plum dress with her hair loose around her shoulders. Army smiled at her as he brought the whiskey to his mouth.

  “It’s so lovely and romantic in here,” she said, picking up the glass of white wine.

  “I’m glad you like it. It’s one of my favorite steakhouses in Alina.”

  “I wish I could stay for the rest of the week and spend more time with you, but I have too many clients.” Mia popped another shrimp in her mouth.

  “How’s it gonna play out when you go back to Durango?”

  She glanced up at him. “I guess I can come down on my days off.”

  “And the times you don’t come down or I can’t come up?”

  Mia put her fork down and looked at him. “What’re you trying to tell me?”

  “That commuting sucks.” Army finished the drink.

  “I know, and I’m worried about if we get a bad snowstorm. Remember a few years ago when that blizzard hit? If that happens again, it could be weeks until we see each other. I don’t like thinking about it.”

  The waiter removed their dishes and placed their salads on the white tablecloth. “Ground black pepper?”

  Mia nodded and the server doused the lettuce leaves in black sprinkles, then did the same to Army’s salad. Mia picked up her fork and mixed the greens together.

  “I’d get to you even in a blizzard,” Army said.

  “That’s sweet, but it sounds dangerous.” She smiled.

  Army reached into the pocket of his leather jacket that hung behind his chair and pulled out a box wrapped with a white ribbon. Mia’s eyes widened slightly as they focused on the blue box in his hand, and a pinkish flush tinted her skin. A smile played at her lips as she put her fork down then locked her gaze with his. “Is that a present for me?”

  She looks so damn gorgeous, sitting there, her mind working overtime. “Yeah, but I’m gonna open it.”

  “If it’s for me—shouldn’t I open it?” Mia asked.

  Army laughed then handed her the box. For a long pause, she stared at it then opened the lid slowly.

  “It’s beautiful,” Mia gasped.

  Army gently took the box from her and took out the cushion cut black diamond. The band had three rows of smaller white diamonds all around it. The ring sparkled in the light from the candle on the table in a way that was majestic. He took her hand and slipped it on her finger.

  “You’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me,” Army said.

  Mia stared at the glittering ring on her finger then glanced at Army. “It’s breathtaking,” she said softly.

  “I know we’re meant to spend our lives together. We’ve been through a lot, and I can’t imagine spending one fuckin’ day without you. I want to spend my forever with you by my side. I want you to be my old lady. Marry me, babe.”

  Mia held up her hand and stared at the ring. “Aren’t you supposed to ask me?”

  Her sassiness drove Army insane with desire. “I’m not asking shit—I’m telling.”

  “If you’re not asking a question, am I still supposed to answer?” A devilish smile whispered across her lips.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  Mia locked her gaze with his. “I love you with all my heart.” She smiled and reached for his hand. “You’re my dark knight in leather on a big iron horse, and I want to live my life with you. I’d be honored to call you my old man.”

  Army laughed, leaning forward then curling a hand behind the nape of her neck, under all that soft brown hair he loved so fucking much. He fused his mouth to hers as he kissed her passionately. Mia was his nasty princess in his twisted fantasy, and his demons played very well with hers. She was the only woman he wanted on his body and in his life. Mia was his old lady, and nothing would ever pull them apart.

  The busser came over and Army sat back, his gaze still fixed on Mia’s as the man cleared the table. The waiter placed a plate of prime rib and sautéed mushrooms in front of Mia, then set Army’s thick steak, baked potato, and asparagus dish before him.

  As Mia cut into the prime rib, her sparkling eyes matched the brilliance of the ring. “Are you sure you’re okay with getting married? I mean I know how you feel about the establishment.”

  Her words made his cock twitch, and he couldn’t wait to take her home and spank some of the sass out of her. “I’m just thinking about you, baby. Unfortunately, we live under Big Brother’s rules, so if something happens to me, I want to make sure you get my assets.”

  “Great answer,” she said softly before putting the morsel of beef into her mouth.

  “Now that we’re gonna be hitched, I want you to move to Alina.”

  Mia started coughing and her hand flew to the base of her throat. “That sure came out of left field.” She picked up the glass of wine and brought it to her mouth.

  “Not really. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m not having you with me every day—”

  “And there’s no fucking way I’m moving to the clubhouse and living in your room.”

  Army finished chewing. “Right. Oh … by the way—the brothers are cool with you. You standing by me proved you’re all right.”

  Mia’s eyes widened. “Did they tell you that?”

  “Yeah. Even Crow’s cool. I meant to tell you that when I got back to the hotel, but you distracted me.”

  Mia laughed. “I’m happy to hear the club doesn’t harbor any bad feelings toward me, but I still don’t want to live in your room.”

  “If you wouldn’t have interrupted me, you’d have found out that I want us to look for a house. I’m cool with whatever you pick.”

  Mia set her fork down and leaned back. “Wow … a lot of changes are happening right now. I have my business … Champion … and my friends, especially Ronica.”

  Army nodded “Okay, but hear me out. You can get into a salon in town, and I can help out while you grow your customer base. The second thing—Champion—is something I’ve been thinking about very seriously. Alina doesn’t have a decent MMA training center. The two in the county are pathetic at best. I was thinking you could open one up here. You’d make a shitload of money, and you’d be able to train and compete as well.”

  “My own gym? I don’t know anything about opening one up.”

  “I’m gonna help you figure it out. Taylor can give you some ideas, and I’m sure Goliath would be more than happy to give you the lowdown on how to start a gym.”

  She picked up her fork again and put another morsel of food in her mouth, chewing slowly. “The main thing would be to have great trainers. Dominant and Madman have told me that they want to move their families out of Durango and into a smaller town. They both mentioned Alina as a strong contender. I could talk to them and see if they’d be interested in working at my new gym.”

  Army smiled inwardly when she’d called the gym hers. The way her cheeks flushed and her eye twitched, he knew the idea of openin
g an MMA training gym would be right up her alley.

  “And Ronica and my other friends can come down to Alina to visit, and I’ll go up and see them. You and I will be going up to support Taylor, so I can arrange some lunches with them during that time. I think this is going to work out great.” She grabbed his hand. “I can’t wait to get our own home together.”

  “Me neither. I’d love to do it tomorrow, but I know you have to wind down your business and decide what you want to do with your townhouse.”

  “I’ll sell it. I don’t want to deal with renters.” She pushed her hair behind her shoulders. “I hope people will join the gym. I’ll definitely offer self-defense classes.”

  “I already know three customers for those classes—Breanna, Hailey, and Raven. Chelsea’s sitting on the fence, but I’m sure Paco’s gonna talk her into going. Those women are the old ladies. You’ll meet them in a couple of weeks at one of the family nights. They’re gonna love you. They get together for dinners and shit a couple of times a month.”

  Mia grinned. “That sounds awesome. I can’t wait to meet them.”

  “Would you like any dessert?” the waiter asked as the busser cleared away their empty plates.

  Army glanced at Mia who shook her head. “We’re good, but we’ll take two glasses of champagne.”

  The waiter tilted his head and walked away. Army tucked Mia’s hands in his.

  “When we get back to the hotel, I have two bottles of champagne waiting along with your cut bearing my property patch. I can’t wait to see you in it.”

  “I’m so happy,” she gushed leaning toward him.

  Army met her halfway and they shared a passionate and loving kiss. The waiter put two flutes in front of them, and Army clinked his glass against Mia’s; her lips turned up into a big, glowing smile.

  I get so fuckin’ lost in her smile and her laugh. Hell … I just get so damn lost in her.

  Mia was his forever, and nothing would ever change that.

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