Finding Her Soldier (BBW, Military Erotic Romance)

by Haley Nix

  Contents

  Finding Her Soldier

  Copyright Information

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Check Out More Releases from Haley

  Excerpts From Other Stories

  Finding Her Soldier

  By Haley Nix

  Copyright Information

  Copyright © 2014 By Haley Nix

  Finding Her Soldier is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents and events are the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. This book or portions thereof may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any form whatsoever without direct permission from the author.

  This book is intended Only for Mature Audiences 18+. It contains mature themes, substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

  Finding Her Soldier

  Chapter One

  Online dating. I’d always been reluctant to try it. Ugh, was I really stooping this low? But my friends all told me it wasn’t so bad. A lot of the guys they met on there were actually pretty great. That’s what they said, anyways. I sipped a glass of wine as I filled out my profile. Choose a screen name, write about my hobbies and interests, favorite movies, music, food, etc. Six things I can’t live without.

  If I was being honest, I should put sex as one of those six things. I hadn’t slept with anyone in a really long time. It was killing me. But I didn’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention; I wasn’t just here for a one night stand. Sure, a good fuck would be absolutely delightful, but I didn’t want to wake up alone the morning after. Besides, if I was just in it for casual sex I could find that at any bar late on a Saturday night.

  Then I got to a tough question: Body Type. Ugh, what were my options here? I scanned them, Athletic, Skinny, Average, etc. Always a sore spot for me, thinking about my body type. If I was being honest here, I’d have to choose Curvy. I sighed. Did that decrease my chances of meeting someone? I hoped not, but sometimes it seemed like it did.

  It’s not necessarily that guys weren’t attracted to me physically, but sometimes my self-confidence was shockingly low. I rarely came out of my shell for that reason, and the bubbly, sassy personality that I had around my friends was hardly ever on display around strangers, especially if there were hot guys.

  Whatever, I’d select “Curvy” and see what happened. There was no use lying about that, especially when it would be quite obvious that I was a curvy girl as soon as anyone viewing my profile took a look at my pictures. I’d just have to go with the flow and see what happened.

  Before I could set my profile live, I had to answer a bunch of questions, supposedly to help me find my match. I laughed cynically to myself. As if some computer could help you find true love, as if it could calculate some number that made sense of the chemistry that either did or didn’t exist between two people. But answering the questions was actually pretty fun, and after a while I started getting really into it. Even if it didn’t work perfectly, it still might be pretty interesting. No reason to take myself too seriously here, it was freaking online dating, after all.

  After I was done with the questions, I could finally begin scoping out some of the guys on the site. But before that happened, I started getting a barrage of messages in my inbox. Most of them rather blunt and rude, a lot of guys wanting to know if I was “DTF” or if I “wanted to chill.” Ugh, were there any real men left in the world, ones who knew how to treat a woman right? Sometimes I didn’t think so.

  I got nicer messages of course, but a lot of them were from these real nerdy sort of guys. I like a guy with some bulk, big muscles and a great smile. I yawned, putting my hand up to my mouth. I looked in the corner of my computer at the little clock and saw that it was past midnight. Damn, I can’t believe I wasted two hours on this thing, I thought to myself.

  I closed my laptop and got up from the couch to get ready for bed. The world of online dating would have to go on without me. I for one would be heading to bed for the night. I had a long work day ahead of me tomorrow and I couldn’t afford to stay up any later than I already had.

  Chapter Two

  Waking op the next morning was a drag, as usual. Somehow the power had gone out the night before so my alarm clock didn’t work. When I checked my phone to see what time it was, I found out that I was almost twenty minutes behind on my normal morning schedule.

  I had a quick breakfast of toast and coffee and hopped in the shower. In the rush of it all, I made it to work only about ten minutes late. Not bad actually, all things considered.

  My boss was being a hard-ass as usual though. I came in to find a big pile of papers on my desk. Legal documents that had to be edited and then re-submitted to him for approval. Just what I needed first thing in the morning.

  I set to work quickly and was making pretty good progress until about 11 AM. Then my phone started buzzing like crazy. Apparently, I’d chosen the setting that sends messages from my online dating profile directly to my phone.

  I have to admit, it was kind of nice. Whenever my boss was out of the room, I’d take a sneak peak and see who’d messaged me or who had visited my profile. A couple OK guys, but no one who really blew me away. Nonetheless, it was nice to catch a break from the tedium of the workday.

  A little after 1 PM I stepped out for my lunch break with Becky, a co-worker and one of my few friends at work. We took a short walk to a small deli around the corner and got a few sandwiches. Fortunately, we got long lunch breaks at my office, so it was a nice chance to unwind. When we found an empty table, we sat down and I let her in on the recent news.

  “So,” I said. “I finally did it.”

  “Did what?” asked Becky.

  “I took your suggestion and signed up for OK Cupid,” I said, a small smirk on my face, trying to hide my embarrassment.

  “Oh, good for you! Any luck yet?”

  “Well, I just signed up last night. I have a few messages in my inbox, but nothing really special.”

  “Yeah, it’s like that. But there are a lot of guys on there. You’ll find someone.”

  “I don’t know. A lot of them seem like really awkward guys who can’t get a date. And then there are the ones on there just looking for a one night stand.”

  “Trust me. There are good guys out there. It just takes a bit. Remember, that’s where I met Rob. But it took a few months.”

  “A few MONTHS?” I said. “I don’t know if I can wait that long. It’s, you know, been awhile since I’ve…”

  “Well, then why not go with a one night stand?” asked Becky.

  “Eh, it might be good for me. I just don’t know how I’d feel about it afterwards.”

  “True. Trust me, just give it a little time, no need to rush into things. When it’s right, it’s right. But it’s worth going out on dates. You never know what someone is like just from a profile.”

  “That’s a good point,” I said. “We’ll see what happens.”

  “Yes. And you will of course let me in on all the details.”

  I laughed.

  “Yes, of course.”

  We headed back to the office and back to the workday tedium. The good thing about taking a late lunch was that the latter half of the day was a bit shorter. And the day was les
s boring than usual since every half hour or so I’d sneak a quick peak at my phone to see if there were any new matches.

  All the same, five o’clock couldn’t come fast enough. And unfortunately my boss had asked me to stay later tonight to finish another project. I gave him my fake smile and complied. It’s not like I wasn’t used to this sort of thing; he had a real habit of working us hard around this time of year.

  So, I worked as fast as I could and got things tied up nicely by 5:45 PM. I slipped out the door before he could ask me to do anything else.

  When I got home, I made myself a light dinner and sat down in front of the TV for a few hours to unwind. Occasionally, I’d check my phone, but decided I didn’t want it to become too much of a habit.

  I went to bed a few hours later, very sleepy from the wine I’d drank. I was happy though because I’d received a message from a guy who was kind of cute. We’d set up a date for the coming weekend. I knew that the hours at work were bound to drag by over the next few days. Oh well, I thought, somehow I’ll get through it.

  Chapter Three

  In hindsight, I don’t know why I was so anxious for the week to be over with. The date ended up being a total bust. I was almost excited to get back to work on Monday so I’d have Becky to laugh about it with.

  We’d gone to a nice restaurant, but the guy was a total douchebag. He actually asked me if I could pay for my half of the bill! I guess it’s like they say, chivalry is dead. The most ridiculous part was that afterwards he still invited me over to his place.

  Yeah, right. Not a chance in hell was I doing that. Aside from being totally rude and not charming whatsoever, he was incredibly dull in general. Strike one for online dating. Becky encouraged me to keep back at it though, so I decided to continue giving it a shot.

  The next few weeks saw more of the same. I kept going on dates, but all of them were bad in slightly different ways. I met some nice guys who were just too boring, or we didn’t have anything in common, or they were awkward, or too short, or whatever.

  I began to think that maybe I was being too picky. I didn’t have to hold out like this. A guy was a guy, right? No, that’s not true, I told myself. It was worth holding out for the right person; I was just starting to lose confidence that I’d find him anytime soon.

  But just when I was starting to lose faith in everything, something new caught my eye. I was at work when a new notification popped up on my phone: Soldier1985 is looking at your profile. That was interesting. I clicked on the notification which took me to his full profile.

  Age: 29

  Height: 6’2”

  Occupation: Currently serving as a Sgt. in the U.S. Army.

  Interests: Football, college basketball, my dog (Duke), politics

  Favorite Food: Steak.

  Favorite Drink: Beer or Bourbon (depending on my mood)

  Those were the basics. Everything seemed in order. I clicked on his picture which brought me to a page of photographs. There he stood in the middle of the desert, his arms folded and a Humvee in the background, sleeves rolled up bearing the muscles of his arms, the hot sun glinting off his sunglasses and a huge smile plastered across his face.

  Well, well, well, I thought. I certainly liked the looks of this. I scrolled to the next picture. It was basically the same picture, except he was in front of a red Ford F-150 and wearing civilian clothes. His dog, Duke, was in the truck bed.

  Aww, I thought, what a cute dog. I was a huge animal lover, so this was definitely a perk for me. There’s something tender about a man who loves animals.

  I looked through the remaining pictures until I came to the last one, him and a bunch of his buddies at the beach. He was wearing a straw cowboy hat, shirt off, with a cold Budweiser bottle in his hand.

  I felt myself getting hot. Damn, look at those abs, I thought. And those pecs, such definition. His arms were big and muscular, definitely something I could envision myself wrapped in on a dark and stormy night.

  Why didn’t guys like this send me messages on here? I mulled this over as I clicked back to the first page of his profile. Then this caught my eye:

  You should message me if:

  You’re a strong woman who can handle a military man like me. My life is challenging, but challenging is what I’m all about. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have one of the toughest jobs in the world, and I love it. I’m damn proud of that fact. I need a woman who can be tough, too. I want a woman who isn’t just attractive, but confident, smart, and kind. My job, by nature, requires me to leave for extended time periods, so any woman I’m with has to understand that. I’m a very loyal and faithful person. I expect the same of any woman who seeks to be my partner.

  Wow, I thought. That was actually a thoughtful response. Most profiles I read had something along the lines of “You should message me if you want to hang out and grab a drink sometime.” They all seemed so childish, focused on the short-term and fleeting. But not this man, he was a real man, after all. He seemed to really know what he wanted out of life.

  But did I dare message him? I thought about it for a bit. What harm could it do? It wasn’t like walking up to him in a bar and getting rejected face to face. If he didn’t message me back, then no big deal.

  But the more I thought about that, the more I didn’t like the sound of it. I also didn’t want to look too forward or too eager. Would I be coming on too strong? Wasn’t it the guy’s job to reach out first?

  Truthfully, I didn’t know what the best way to proceed was, so I just held off for the time being. Over the next few days I came back to his profile and looked at his pictures. Damn, he was freaking hot. Honestly, the slim possibility that he could be interested might make messaging him worth it.

  I noticed, however, that he hadn’t been online for several days, since the day he first looked at my profile, actually. Hmm, maybe that was why he hadn’t said anything yet.

  So I decided to hold off a bit longer, to wait and see if something would happen on his end.

  Chapter Four

  A few days later, as I sat in the office filing papers, my phone buzzed and I got the same notification on my phone: Soldier1985 is looking at your profile. My heart skipped a beat. If he was coming back for a second look, he must have liked what he’d seen the first time.

  I put my phone down and took a deep breath. For me, that seemed like enough of a signal to swallow my fears and send him the first message, but as I started to type it out, I realized I had absolutely no idea what to say.

  I’d never actually sent anyone the first message before. Sure, I’d had messages sent to me, but I’d never actually had to write the first one. How should I start the conversation on here?

  As it turned out, I wouldn’t have to send the first message, after all. While I was staring at my phone, pondering what to write, another notification popped up: Soldier1985 just sent you a message! My heart raced, excited about what it had to say. I tapped the notification to open it and found a message, short and sweet.

  Hey, how are you? I see you’ve been looking at my profile. According to OKCupid we have a really strong match percentage and judging from your profile it seems that we might really get along well. But the fact is, I don’t think you really know whether you get along with another person until you actually meet them and spend some time together. I’d like to take you to dinner and find out if we’re really a match. Let me know if you’re interested.

  Best,

  Bronson

  Yes! Not only was he not a douchebag just looking to “chill”, he was actually offering to take me out to dinner. Straight to the point, not a meandering chain of messages asking me about my interests and whatnot. It’s not that I didn’t like talking about myself and the things I was passionate about; I just got the impression that none of the guys really cared, they just asked because they thought that was what they were supposed to do, and that if they pretended to find it fascinating for long enough eventually I’d sleep with them. I could see right through that sort
of game.

  I liked the fact that Bronson had been direct with me. I agreed with him that you had to meet someone in person to know if they were a good fit for you. What good were shared interests without any chemistry? So I decided to write him back right away.

  I hesitated a second, thinking maybe I’d appear to eager and that maybe it was better to wait. But no, I didn’t want to play games. I was interested, and I decided to be confident. There was no reason to be shy now.

  Hi Bronson! I’m definitely interested in going to dinner sometime. What/when did you have in mind?

  -Angie

  P.S.: Your dog is the cutest! ;)

  I pressed send and crossed my fingers. Even if nothing came of this, right now it was providing a great distraction from the pile of papers on my desk. Looking over at the pile, I decided I should probably get back to dealing with those contracts if I wanted to get out of the office on time today. But then I received another message from Bronson.

  Hi Angie, how does tonight sound for dinner? I realize it’s short notice, so I understand if you have plans, but I figured that if you don’t, what’s the point in holding off? I’m fine with any sort of food, so pick the restaurant and we should be good to go. It’s a weeknight, so we shouldn’t need reservations.

  Bronson

  This message made it nearly impossible to concentrate on my work. I didn’t have plans tonight, so I was available. Of course, I’d need some time after work to get ready. I didn’t want to go to dinner in my work clothes, after all. Then I had an idea. I wrote him back.