My Soldier: A Miliatary Romance (3 page)

“Well the offer stands anytime, Princess. I'll be here all night.”

“Oh really, you plan on crashing on my couch? I don't remember saying you could.”

“You don't want to send me outside with a concussion, and feeble legs do you? What if I lose balance and stumble into the street? Hmm? How would you feel then?” Winking, I scooted down on the cushion, resting my hands over my chest.

“Don't try and pull the guilt trip on me, it won't work.” Avni wagged her finger like a scolding mother. “But yes, I wasn't going to let you leave until I knew you were alright.” Standing, she grabbed the first aid items off the table. “Bathroom is right there.” Pointing to the only door by the kitchen, she started to head back in the direction she appeared from. “It's late, I'm going to throw on some jams and I'll check on you in a little bit. Help yourself to the fridge, and don't stand up too fast. I don't need you cracking your head on something else.”

“Yes, Ma'am.” My tone was stern, a solider following orders.

Shaking her head side to side, she stepped out of view. And I was left alone with a semi, and images of her with her legs spread open flashing in my eyes; a dripping pussy between her thighs, body arching and aching to feel me deep inside.

I'm going to make her mine. I need to, she's too beautiful to walk away from.
I knew I couldn't leave here without tasting her at least once. Avni was a walking wet dream I wanted to turn into reality.

I just had to work her a little, grease the engine if you will, and she'd be begging me to fuck her. My cock was firming beneath my pants, growing with each dirty thought that crossed my mind.

Resting my head against the soft pillow, my lids started to pull down. Sleep was taking hold, my tired body falling into its grasp. Closing my eyes, I let my fleeting body succumb to the blackness.

And I was out before I even had time to think about it.

I didn't know exactly how long I'd slept for; an hour, longer maybe. But the moist caress of a tiny dog's tongue dragging across my chin, followed by the not so deniable nastiness of dog breath, woke me up.

Opening one eye, the little tea cup chihuahua was standing on my chest. His ironically long pink tongue hung from the corner of his mouth, eyes larger than his head were set on my face. “Morning to you too, little man.” Stretching my arms up over my head, I scratched the top of Mr. T's head.

A big name for such a small dog, I literally could hide him in the palm of my hand. Pushing his feet up into my neck, he laid across my ribs, enjoying the massage my massive hands were giving his tiny skull.

“Good morning, I see you made a friend.” Avni's sweet voice hit my ears, perking me up instantly.

“Yeah, it seems that way. You know his name doesn't really fit him, shouldn't you have named him something more his size? Like Peanut, or Pipsqueak?” Shifting his ears up, the dog cocked his head. As if he understood what I just said, questioning his big muscled name.

“Careful, don't offend him. Though he be but little, he is fierce.”

“Shakespeare, very nice. Except it's
she
, not
he.”
I watched her eyes enlarge, surprised I even knew who she was quoting. I've done my fair share of reading, sometimes I have a lot of time on my hands.

There are a lot of lonely nights when you're on active duty and an entire sea away from your friends and family.

“Yeah, but for him it still counts.” Her lip curled up, a slight twinkle sparked in her eye. “How are you feeling this morning? Any better?”

Rubbing the crust from my eyes, I was finally able to see her. Avni was standing in the kitchen, and her 'jams' she mentioned the night before, consisted of barely enough material to pass as clothing.

She had on a tight pink, spaghetti strap tank-top and a pair of black runners shorts. The shiny silk fabric covered just her ass cheeks, and the small slits up the sides practically hit her at the elastic band. There was plenty of thigh for me to eat with my eyes, and in my mind, for my tongue to ride up.

Her nipples were hard, poking through the shirt. Each breast rested like a perfect hidden raindrop against her chest. If I didn't already have a strong case of morning wood, she would've sent the blood straight there anyway.

“Do I feel better?” Licking my bottom lip, my eyes looked her body up and down. “I do now.” Biting down, a devious smile spread over my cheeks.

Her brows lifted, hand falling to her hip. “Want breakfast?” Avni's voice fell flat, ignoring my not so subtle, sexually driven statement.

“Yeah, I could eat.” Moving her dog from my chest, I let my legs hit the floor. Gripping the edge of the couch I stood up, a full boner was pressed against my zipper. And I didn't care, I wanted her to look. There was a whole lot of cock here, a thick dick that was going to make her body buzz once she opened herself to me.

Avni's eyes shot to my waist, growing against her face. I couldn't stop myself from grinning as a soft chuckle hit my throat. Throwing her hand to her temple, she twisted towards the counter. “You, uh, you—”

Cutting her off, I said, “Have a hard-on? I sure do.” Walking to the bathroom door, I flicked the light on. “Yup, I'm definitely feeling better.”

“How can you be so relaxed about it? Aren't you embarrassed?” She stood facing away, talking to the fridge.

“Embarrassed of my cock? Hell no.” Closing the door only part way, I popped the button on my pants. Yanking my dick from inside, I took the longest piss of my life.

“You could have closed the door, I am right here you know.”

“You want to come help? I can always use an extra hand.” Stepping to the sink, I turned the faucet on, splashing my face with warm water. It felt good, refreshing to my skin. What I really wanted was a long shower, I could feel the stale sweat of fighting coating my body.

“No, I think you're a big boy. I'm sure you can handle that yourself.” The creaking of a cupboard door echoed over the tile walls surrounding me. “You know, if I had known you were such a pervert, I would have left you in the street.”

Poking my head out the door, I wiped my face with a blue towel. “No you wouldn't have,” I said, grinning ear to ear.

“How do you know? You don't know me, maybe I'm a cold, calculated bitch.” Avni's hip kicked out to the side, fingers curling over the counter.

Squinting my eyes, my mouth arched down. “Nope, don't think so. It's too late, you already helped me.” Looking down at my shirt, bloody smears were streaking the front of my chest. “Fuck, I liked this shirt.”

Reaching my arms over my head, I gripped the collar, peeling the tainted fabric away. Cocking my head up, Avni stood frozen. Her face was set on the muscles bulging around my neck, eyes lowering to my chest, and down over my stomach.

She likes what she sees. Go ahead, baby, keep resisting.
I have to be honest, the chase was always the best part. I liked a girl who wasn't so easy and made me work for it. The end result was always more satisfying.

“Maybe we should go grab something, we could hit The Bagel Factory, and then I'll bring you home.” Her legs had sealed shut, thighs clenching together as if to keep me at bay.

Or maybe to keep herself at bay.

I could tell she was trying desperately to keep a leveled head, trying to not let herself get heated over what she was seeing. My hard cock—
yes it was still hard—
and my body penciled with bright colors of art.

Tattoos, getting them and displaying them, that was my second favorite thing to do in my spare time. The first was fucking, nothing beat that. And with my current lack of pussy due to being away, the dick in my pants was having a serious case of hardness with her around.

“Alright, but you're sure you want to take me home?” Palming the erection in my jeans, I rested against the door frame. “Because I don't have to leave just yet.”

“No, no. Really, I think we should get you home.” Her chest jerked up, ribs expanding to inhale a large breath of air. Avni's fingers trailed softly over her collar bone, riding down her side. She wanted me too, I could feel it.

But I was willing to play her game for a little while, it was fun. I liked watching her reactions; the jitters that coated her flesh when she looked at me, the soft shiver that hit her when I shifted my dick.

It was a rush, the adrenaline flowed when I could visibly see the heat radiating off Avni, and her trying to calm that growing desire.

Tugging the phone from my back pocket, I said, “Alright, but let me get your number. I'd like to take you out, maybe dinner?”

Her shoulders pulled back, chin tilting up. “Really? Dinner?”

Why does she sound so surprised?
Her tone floated out with such confusion, as if I was just some asshole who only wanted sex.

Now, of course, sex was on my mind, but there was something else about her. Avni had a strong personality, and she was obviously a caring person. Otherwise, she would have just left me there last night, but she didn't.

She felt obligated to help me, returning the favor of a good deed. But there was more to this pretty faced woman than just a slamming body.

And I wanted to learn more, she intrigued me. This was a girl with more than just a flashy cover, Avni had layers.

Layers I was going to peel away,  pulling them back one by one right down to the core.

I was going to reach her center, in more than one way.

Avni

D
inner? Dinner with the man who threw himself into my world and saved my ass. I was happy he showed up from the shadows, happy he had enough balls to send Vito and his guys running with their tails between their legs.

Had Levi just passed by like every other person did that night, lord knows where I'd be right now. I hated those motherfuckers, and the way Vito was trying to hold shit from the past over my head.

Maybe I shouldn't have called him a small prick with no balls. If I had just kept my mouth shut, it's possible he might have just said what he needed to and left.

But I knew better, and I can't stand when people try to intimidate me. Fuck that!

I wasn't raised to just bend over backwards and take it up the ass, their problem wasn't my problem.

And for some fucking reason Vito kept trying to make it mine. He demanded it was mine, but he was dangerous. I only pushed it as far as I could with him, but sometimes he would say shit that set my nerves on fire. That's when I would challenge him.

Pulling up to a small duplex, there were nicely manicured bushes lining the windows, a stone walkway that spiraled up to door number twelve. He lived less than five minutes from me. I didn't expect the man who was tormenting my insides with electricity to live so close.

Levi's musky cologne had plastered its mark across the inside of my car. And I kept trying to take slow, deep breaths to imprint that scent in my brain.

He smelled amazing, I wanted to lean into his neck and let him engulf my senses. But I couldn't, I stayed frozen, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles had drained to ghost white.

“Thanks for breakfast, Princess.” Holding up the paper bag, he swung it side to side. “So I'll text you later, we can decide on a time for dinner.” Throwing the door open, he wrapped his fingers around the trim, leaning his head inside.

I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting over his strong arms. The muscles rolled under his flesh, popping out as if to say,
'Hi there! I can do all kinds of things to you if you'll let me.'
My body started to tingle, small prickles rode my neck, hitting the hairline.

Levi's lip curled to one side, his face glowing in satisfaction. He caught my stare, saw the way I couldn't stop myself from zoning in on him.

But what the hell! He was shirtless, adorned with a body that should only exist in roman sculptures.

I mean honestly, how was his body even remotely possible?

His stomach looked perfectly rippled, corded with hardened muscles that danced as he moved. Each trench and dip between the bulges of cement looked hand carved; like he was made from a legendary piece of stone created by God.

Every piece of my brain, all the individual arms I had holding up my security wall, were screaming at me to stop and turn away. As if they were growing weaker by the minute, unable to keep that wall standing firm.

“Um, well...” Snapping my shoulders, I whipped my head to the driver's side window. “I don't know, I have a few errands to run and stuff.” It seemed easier to talk to glass than to look at Levi and honestly turn him down.

Because I didn't want to say no.

Inside my veins were boiling,  I was ready to leap across the seat and kiss the man who put himself in harms way for me. But outside, I was trying desperately to keep that hidden.

“And?” Levi arched his brow, shoulders lifting to his ears. “I'll come with you, it'll be fun. Who wants to run errands alone?”

Twisting my head over my shoulder, he flexed his pecs, bouncing them just enough to force my eyes down. Clearing my throat, I said, “I'll think about it, but no promises.”

“Fair enough.” Slapping the roof of my car, Levi turned and headed up the walkway.

Watching him go, a thin smile spread across my face. Even his back had moves I couldn't explain.

His shoulders were broad, slimming down to a perfect v-shape at his hips. The jeans resting on his waist were loose, shifting as he walked. Each step sent the firmed muscle of his ass bulging out, cresting the hem.

Letting out a heavy exhale, I backed out of the driveway and headed home.

Levi, he's fucking sexy as hell.
I had to do everything in my power to keep myself thinking straight and not drive off the road. I wanted to feel his arms around me, feel his hands slide across my skin.

The strength he empowered, the way he was so confident, it sent chills through my nerves. He had protected me, stepped in and saved me from the hands of another. I was forever grateful for that.

And that one act of kindness, that one choice he made to stand up for someone he didn't know...

He was a real man, the definition of what a man should be. Levi didn't know those guys, or how dangerous they could be. But that didn't stop him from taking charge, or doing what he felt was right.