Mia blew gunpowder and her hair out of her face, wiping the sweat off of her brow with one black colored sleeve. When Demon wanted them to practice he wasn't going to take no for an answer. They were in full tactical gear, including Kevlar vests that seemed to weigh a ton and amplified the heat.
She slammed the button beside her and watched as the target moved quickly toward her. The ten-ring had been completely torn through; the rest of the target was immaculate. She laid it on the pile of other targets that Demon would demand to see when they were done.
She popped the empty clip out and slapped a fresh one in, ratcheting the slide to ready it for fire. She'd already slipped her protective glasses on and was wearing ear pieces of the best kind, the kind that meant she didn't have to listen to any of the macho bullshit that the Alphas enjoyed so much.
Throwing verbal shit was one of the abuses no Alpha would ignore. It was part of the male bullshit that she'd have been throwing around herself, except for one thing. Aidan Hunter.
He grew infinitely more fascinating to her since he'd kissed her at the scene yesterday. He'd been in her dreams, nightmares more like the kind that were like finding yourself naked in school. She gritted her teeth and pushed those thoughts away. Glancing over and around the shooting stalls, she caught a quick glimpse at him. He noticed her and winked at her. Aggravation made her smirk and she clipped on her next target.
With a growl, she emptied the clip, the target becoming Aidan's face and that damn wink.
Demon's harsh, gravelly voice was easily heard. "Cease fire. Clear them."
Mia thumbed the safety on her pistol and slid it back into its holster. She slid her protective gear off, listening to Romeo and Digger as they bragged about their shooting. She said nary a word, handing her targets to Demon as he came up to her. "I think we have a winner here, boys!"
She grinned. "Of course." She blew on her knuckles and then rubbed them against her shirt.
Demon patted her on the head. "Now let's see if you can keep that going on the range."
The range was a long field that had been kept mown down. There was a hill on one end that made the field perfect for an outside range. If a bullet got past the thick target backing and the hay bales behind that, then the hill would stop it. Each part of the range was marked and the Bravos lined up in two lines.
Mia checked her clips, making sure that she had the right amount of ammunition. Going through the range and running out of ammunition would have her as the butt of the men's jokes. Of course, any one of the men would have gotten the same razzing. Somehow, she ended up paired with Aidan and she glanced over at him, sighing and closing her eyes. She needed to beat him, if only to bring back a little of the self-confidence that had gone missing since he'd shown up in her shower.
"Want to make a bet?"
She glanced his way. "What you got in mind?"
"I beat you and you have to promise to go home with me tonight."
Mia glanced at the other men, hoping that they hadn't heard what he'd said. "And if I win?"
Aidan grinned. "You can decide what position we use first."
"If I win, you'll back off. No more touching or kissing, no more invading my showers or trying to seduce me."
"Are you sure that's what you want, Mia? You could be letting go of something very special that could happen between us." His face was serious. "Think about it, Mia. You win and I give up all thoughts of a relationship with you, that means no kisses, no touches, never trying to get you naked again. Are you sure you want that?"
She could feel her will begin to cave and she heaved a long breath. Is that truly what she wanted? Aidan Hunter was prime Grade A choice even among the men who were part of the Alphas. His chest was hard and muscular, his arms felt so right dragging her close. Did she want to give up on those so-sweet kisses? Damn him, why did he have to do this now?"
"Yes, I want that." The words were out but then she wanted to swallow them back. She did want his kisses, she wanted him to shower with her, to kiss her and touch her. She wanted to go home with him, to be with him, in every way possible. Was she tearing off her nose to spite her face?
They stood at the line, pistols holstered. She watched as Digger changed the targets at the end of the range. His face was beaming as he walked back, holding his target and checking his score. He called the score out to Demon who grunted and then wrote it down on his note pad he carried with him. He looked up, seeing both Aidan and Mia standing and waiting for his whistle.
"Ready?" he shouted over the noise of the team.
Mia nodded and Aidan must have too because the sound of his whistle, though short, was ear piercing. Mia ran forward, dropping to her knee in front of a barrel. She popped off her six shots and then rolled to the next, a small brick wall that she had to lie in front of. Popping off the rest of the rounds, she slid out the empty clip and popped in a new one.
The range was not just based on speed, but speed and actual scoring of hits on the target. She rose from behind the wall, racing to the next obstacle. She bounced through the tires, rolling over the last two and sighting quickly at the target. Then she stood and walked to the end, shooting off the rest of the bullets in her clip. She stood at the edge of the end line of the range, panting lightly. When she heard the whistle again, she walked up to the target and took it down, sliding a new one up.
The scoring on the target ranged from one point to ten points each depending upon where she hit. Kill shots were always given a ten, whether it be heart or head. From there, it waved outward, each ring getting slightly bigger until the one ring which was around the figure. She had one bullet in the eight ring but the rest were in the ten, both head and heart totally ripped apart.
She handed her target to Demon and watched as he wrote down her score next to her time. Aidan was next. He'd been a bit faster on the range but she was sure her accuracy made up for the few second difference. Her heart was in her throat, her eyes actually ached from trying to see over Demon's shoulder. Which one of them won?
He whistled again and she gasped in surprise. "We have a winner!" He paused for dramatic effect, oofing when Mia shoved her elbow into his gut.
"Who?" she demanded.
"Our winner is..."
* * * *
Mia stared at Demon as he announced the winners for the day. One after the other, he read them leaving the range for last Mia began pacing, stopping only long enough to glare at him as another winner was presented.
"And the winner of the range," he picked up a small piece of paper and held it up and then out a bit, squinting at the name.
Mia growled her irritation and she watched as the envelope was taking from his hand by Aidan. She saw the wide smile on his face and she felt her heart sink. "And the winner is...Aidan Hunter!" Aidan bowed and took the prerequisite pounding on the back. Then he walked up to Mia. "Not planning on reneging are you?"
"No, the bet was made. I'll wait for you at your car." He was beginning to walk away from Mia before he turned around and shouted her name, tossing a cell phone her way.
"Call your sister!"
Mia chewed on her lip in consternation. Why had she made this stupid bet? The only reason, because Aidan wanted it to be made. He always got his way no matter how asinine it was or how much it broke protocol. Now, because he wanted her in his bed, he'd made a bet she hadn't been able to refute. She growled in anger and quickly finished with the clean up on the range, running the round catcher across the field and emptying it in the barrel that stood in a corner of the range.
Then she went down into the locker room to gather her things. She was out of the locker room before the first of the men came strolling out. She waved goodbye to the guys that saw her and then climbed into her truck when Aidan walked up toward her. "I'll follow you."
"No." He opened her door and pulled her out, grabbing her bags and tossing them over his arms. "You're riding with me. I'll bring you back when we are done." He walked away from her car door, throwing her things in the back end of his truck. Holding open his car door, he stared her down until she changed trucks, sliding over the middle of the seat and into the passenger side. "Thank you."
"For what?" she snapped.
"For not making this such a big deal, Mia. I've wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you, but I always told myself no, that you were forbidden fruit."
"So what, am I now on the platter of the day?"
"Because you kissed me. You had to fucking kiss me back. It blew my mind, Mia. I knew after that kiss that this was the logical next step."
"What happened to courting a girl, to wining and dining them, movies, midnight strolls, just to sit and get to know each other?"
"I know your whole life history, just as you know mine. Being part of this team, we are together every day. We socialize together, we drink together, hell we even run together. I know what your weaknesses are. I know you have this idea that you'll never get married." He laughed, sobering when she turned her head and stared at him.
"Then you know what this look means as well."
"Yes, and I know I'm not going to worry about it. That look means to be cautious of my words but you aren't really pissed yet." He started the car and then reached over, taking her hand in his. "That look says I want this but I'm terrified that I'm going to get hurt." Mia turned her head away from him. "Mia, I'm not going to hurt you, at least not in any way you wouldn't want."
"So if I say no."
Aidan stopped for a moment, turning so that he could look into her eyes. "I'll think about it."
"You'll think about it?"
"Yeah. You're mine tonight, Mia. Your own words give you to me for this night. I'm not missing out on this, not for anything." A smile crossed his face that only grew bigger as he looked down at her. He pulled through a gate behind which was a long curved driveway.
"What is this?"
"Home sweet home, I'm renting it from a friend of the family." He pulled up close to the front of house before turning off the engine and jumping out. He hurried to Mia's side and opened her door, seeing the confusion that covered her face. It was a good condition to keep her in, at least for a while. "Come on, Mia, let me introduce you around."
"O-okay." Her fingers slipped over her bag that was carrying her weapon. For some reason she felt slightly naked without it. "You promise no one bites?"
"I'm pretty sure of it." He grinned back at her, trying to feel her relax just a bit. "This is my favorite." He tugged her over to a small tree that sat in a heavy clay pot.
"The bonsai tree, it is believed to seek solace in a tree such as this one, bring peace to the mind and a surety to ones fingers." She smiled up at him. "I had one when we first moved down here." She lowered her voice until it was gruff. "Bonsai teaches patience and control. It also makes you aware that one clip of the scissors can change the entire structure of the tree. It makes you think as you cut."
"This belongs to the dojo."
"Its root structures is strong."
"Just as the root structure of this dojo is strong."
"Is that why you brought me here, to prove to me that I should just give up? That I should ignore the hurt that man has caused my family and will continue to perpetrate against us if we don't stand tall to bring him down?" She turned away from him, unwilling to see the lie on his face as he spoke.
"Mia, your father can't hurt you anymore, you know that. He's dead."
She spun around, her hip hitting the side of the bonsai tree and sending the pot wobbling. "What you mean, Aidan, is that I killed him. He can't hurt us anymore because I shot him, I killed him." Harsh sobs shook her and she didn't fight him when he pulled her close, wrapping her in his strong arms.
"You didn't have a choice, Mia. Don't cry." He sighed, dropping his head down so that his cheek touched her hair. "Please Mia, don't cry."
She wiped at her eyes, forcing the sobs to quiet. "I don't cry, I don't ever cry." She pushed away from him, turning her back to him to wipe at her wet eyes with the edge of her shirt. "How do you know what happened with my father?"
"I know it all. I know he found you and conned his way into your apartment. I know he attacked you, that he was going to rape you but you got away from him and got to your gun. I know you gave him every chance to get out. But he wouldn't go. He didn't think you'd shoot him. He tried to take the gun away from you and you were forced to pull the trigger. Mia, you were barely twenty years old. You weren't at fault. You were protecting yourself." He walked up behind her, pulling her back against him, cradling her in his arms.
"It...It wasn't the first time." Her voice was low, her face turned away from him. It was the deepest secret she had, the one she'd buried under everything else, one she'd promised to never tell. And now she was telling him. "He'd...to both Tanya and I"
"Oh God, Mia." He rocked her gently and began humming in her ear. When she suddenly turned, reaching her arms up to wrap around his neck, he lifted her slightly, sighing deeply at the way she felt in his arms, not in passion but for comfort. She wanted comfort from him and he'd give her all she'd ever need.
"C-can we go inside?"
Aidan surprised her, bending slightly to slip his arm under her knees and lifting her into his arms. "There's nothing you need in your bag, is there?"
"My gun." She felt him laugh and couldn't help but smile herself.
"I don't really think you'll need it, do you?"
"But is it safe out here?"
He handed her the key fob. "Press that red button, would you?"
She did and heard the sound of his truck lock.
"The alarm's set as well, Mia." He smiled down at her as she tucked the keys into his chest pocket. "Now there's nothing to worry about but us." He kicked his front door closed, turning to lock it as well. Then he walked up a flight of stairs, refusing to put her down.
"I can walk, you know."
"I know, I'm just afraid that if you start walking, you'll walk right out of here and then I'd have to sit down and cry like a baby."
"You know, I think I might be tempted just to see you do that." She giggled and he smiled at the sound.
"You're a cruel woman, Mia Wreynolds. But you're my woman for tonight...and longer if I have my way."
Her eyebrows furled and she stared up at him. "I don't understand that. Why do you want me?"
He'd carried her up the stairs and into a huge master bedroom. Letting her feet hit the floor, he backed her toward a full length mirror. "Look at yourself, Mia. Who wouldn't want you?"
She let him turn her around and she stared into the mirror, seeing him right behind her, his hands on her hips as if to keep her from running. Then she did as he asked and stared at herself in the mirror. She saw what she usually did, a pretty woman who was too short and too curvy. She'd have given almost anything to be tall like Tanya and maybe blonde as well.
"Tell me," Aidan whispered in her ear. "Tell me what you see."
Mia shrugged. "I see me."
Aidan sighed. He shook his head. "That's not what I mean, Mia. Do you know what I see?"
"What?" she whispered, licking suddenly dry lips. His eyes were so direct and they flared as if there truly was a golden fire behind them.
He tugged on her braid, pulling off the rubber band that had held it in place. His hands fanned through her hair, letting it sift through his fingers to rest against her shoulders. "This is so incredibly beautiful. Do you know that it shines like blue fire in the sun? It's so long, have you ever cut it before?"
"N-no. I like it long."
Aidan dropped his head, burying his face in the thickness. "God, I do too, Mia." The words were growled and Mia felt a thrill shiver through her. His eyes were even fierier when he lifted his head and she gasped, feeling her nipples harden beneath her shirt.
"Your eyes remind me of a kitten I had when I was growing up. She had eyes that I swore could see into my soul. I feel like that every time you really look at me. I feel as if you know what I'm thinking even before I do, Mia."
Mia ducked her head, letting her hair swing forward to hide her face. But Aidan wasn't going to allow that. He lifted her chin, brushing her hair over her shoulders. "Your lips, I dream about them, Mia. They're what we called 'fuck me' lips when I was younger. They tantalize and make me dream about kissing you, of you kissing me." He brushed his nose against her ear and felt her shiver, a smile crossing his lips. His hands moved from her hair to her neck. "This is beautiful, strong but sensitive. This muscle, right here..." He traced the long muscle in her neck, feeling her shiver again. "I want to bite it."
"A-Aidan," she stuttered, unsure how much more of this she was going to be able to handle before she became a puddle of desire at his feet.
His hands slid down her body, slipping quickly over her breasts before rising again, this time with the hem of her shirt in his fingers. He tugged it off of her head, quickly untangling it from her hair before dropping it on the chair next to the mirror. "Beautiful," he sighed, staring down at her breasts encased in lacy black satin. His hands were at her waist, his thumbs brushing across her skin, teasing and tempting but never coming close to where she wanted them.
"You're so tiny, I feel like I could break you."
"I don't break easily," she said, her voice husky with need. "Touch me, Aidan. Please." She watched as his eyes closed and a sigh seemed to get caught in his chest.
"Do you have any clue how long I've wanted to hear you say that to me, Mia? You stunned me the first day I saw you on the obstacle course. I didn't think any woman could do the things you did so easily. You made us men look bad. I knew then that I wanted to get to know you better, to figure out what things were hidden inside your head. You always had this look you gave us men, a look that said that we weren't good enough for you. Am I good enough for you now?"
She moaned, wanting to turn around but he wouldn't let her. "Yes. Yes, you're good enough. Please, Aidan. Don't tease me."
"Then show me, Mia. Take these off. Let me see all of you."
"B-but you've already seen all of me..."
"Yes, because I surprised you. I want you to show me, to give yourself to me, Mia." He backed away from her, going to sit on the edge of the bed. "Take off your pants."
She turned slowly, her hands going to her belt. Unbuckling it, she pulled at the button then slid down the zipper. Then in one swift move, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her jeans off of her legs, leaving her in nothing more than a bit of black satin and lace. Her face turned pink but she held her hands out at her sides and spun slowly. "Like this?"
Aidan's eyes were like molten gold and he rose from the bed, coming to her side and lifting her in his arms. "I thought I could keep my hands off of you," he growled, laying her gently on the mattress. "I thought I could make you come to me, but I can't, Mia. Damn you. I don't think you need to worry about me. I think I need to worry about my heart." His lips covered hers and her eyes closed in pleasure. He twisted her mouth open, pressing his tongue past her lips to tangle with her own. His hands were on her breasts and he reached beneath her, flicking at the hook and freeing her. He tugged the straps down her arms, tossing her bra off the side of the bed.
"Mine," he growled, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs slipping over the taut pink nipples. "Do you know how hard it's been to keep my hands off of these. Every time I see you, your nipples are hard, poking at your shirt. I think you wanted my mouth on them." He ducked his head, swirling his tongue around one and then the other before taking one into his mouth. He heard her cry out, felt her squirm under him as he poked and teased the sensitive bud. Her hands dug into his hair and his name was on her lips.
"Aidan," she moaned, grabbing one of his hands and sliding it down her body before pressing it under her thong. He felt the tiny bit of hair that she left above the lips of her pussy and then the heat and wetness beneath. She jerked as his finger pressed against her clit only to slide by and push inside of her. She was tight, her flesh clinging to his finger. "Don't stop," she begged, her back arching, her hips undulating against his hand.
Her nails dug into the fabric of his shirt, pulling at it, trying to rid him of it without him having to move his hands. She felt as if she'd die if he did, she'd melt away into nothingness if he didn't hang on to her. She'd never felt like this before, never wanted a man like she did him. The only other man who'd ever touched her like this had been her father, and all she'd felt then was disgust and hatred. "Talk to me," she said suddenly.
"Talk to you?"
"Yes, I need to know it's you and not..."
"...your father?" It was a question. He knew that Mia's father had beaten both girls and that Mia had ended up killing him but sexual abuse hadn't been mentioned in the file he'd read on her. Just the thought that some man could take advantage of someone so small, so sweet as Mia made him sick. He gentled his touch and kissed her softly, wanting her to only know pleasure at his touch, to never know pain because of him. "I won't hurt you, Mia."
"I know." She paused and he kissed her cheek, waiting for her to finish her thought. "I haven't...been with anyone since..."
"Him?" Aidan felt a small spurt of panic. Would he be enough to take away that memory? He cursed silently, he'd never been so nervous before making love to a woman. But then again, this wasn't just any woman. This was Mia, the woman he'd given his heart to, even if she didn't know it yet.
"Aidan? Did I disgust you?" Her voice grew softer until it was little more than a puff of air between her lips.
"Disgust me? No, Mia. There is nothing you could do that could ever disgust me. I just wish that I could bring your father back from the dead and kill him off for you." He dropped his head next to hers, his hand stroking over her face gently. "If I do...anything..."
"I'll tell you." Hearing the seriousness of his tone and the problem he had with the last of it made her feel so much better. She knew he wouldn't do anything purposely that would remind her of her father. She should have realized it before. Aidan was cocky but he wasn't cruel. Quite the opposite. She'd seen him feed stray dogs around the bunker and pitch for a kid's softball game. He joked but sometimes she wondered if that was to hide the goodness inside of him. She turned her head toward him, her lips searching for his.
"Kiss me, Aidan. Make love to me until I forget how to breathe."
"Oh God, yes Mia, yes." His lips were on hers, only leaving them when she pulled his shirt over his head. He moaned when he felt her breasts pressing against the bared skin of his chest, her nipples hard against his skin. He rose slightly when she pulled at his belt and then undid his jeans, her hand slipping inside his shorts to cup around his cock. He moaned at the pleasure it sent through him and felt her begin to pull away. "No, you didn't hurt me, Mia. It felt so good." His eyes fluttered close when her hand returned and he let his forehead touch hers. "Yes, like that."
"You'll tell me..."
"If you hurt me? Won't happen," he moaned again as she began to stroke his hard cock, her fingers measuring him before sliding over the tip of his cock. Her fingers grew damp from the clear liquid drops of precum that flowed from him so eagerly.
His eyes opened when she pushed against his chest and he rolled to his back, watching as she moved above him. Mia was a sight to behold in nothing more than the thin black lace of her thong. It was a sight he would hold in his memory forever. But for now, he teased at those strips of lace and satin, enjoying her every moan and sigh. She tugged at his jeans and he lifted, helping her pull him free of the denim. His shorts were next and for a moment, he was tempted to cup his hand over his cock, hoping that the sight of him wouldn't bring back terrible memories.
But she seemed fascinated by his body. She ran her nails over his thighs, playing in the dark hair on his legs. Then she reached up and licked his chin before dropping her head to his neck. "You smell so good."
"And you sound very wicked right now." He arched his neck as she began to nibble on him, moaning his pleasure. "Fuck yes, Mia."
"You'll tell me if I do something wrong?"
He laughed. "Just keep doing what you're doing, Mia. I won't have any complaints." He growled as her teeth nipped against his collarbone and then her lips parted, her tongue coming out to lick its way over his chest. She lapped at his nipples, seeming utterly fascinated by the small nubs. When they rose and hardened, she flicked her tongue over one then took it between her teeth, nipping sharply.
Aidan cried out, his hands in fists at his side. He was afraid if he touched her, he'd throw her down beside him and push his cock inside of her, ready or not. She was everything he'd thought she would be and more, every innocent touch on his body made his cock jerk and his body yearn for more. "Mia," he moaned, his head rolling on the pillow as her teeth scraped at his ribs.
"Hmm?" She crossed her arms over his stomach and propped her chin on her hands.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to push her head down, to force her to take him into her mouth. He wanted to grab her long hair, to set the frantic pace he needed that would finish him off. He wanted to feel her swallow around his cock as he bathed her throat with his cum. He had to forcibly restrain himself, but when he opened his eyes to see the teasing glint in her green gaze, he thought he would explode. "Tease."
"And?" She licked at his belly button.
"I don't think you know what you're asking for, Mia."
"Would it have something to do with you fucking me?"
"Is that what you want?" His voice was growing huskier, deeper as his need grew. Hearing her use the word fuck almost made him frantic to have her. He felt her tongue swirl on the soft skin under his belly button and his cock jerked in response.
"I want you, Aidan," she said and then flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock.
His hands grabbed her arms and he dragged her up his body, rolling until she was beneath him. "I've wanted you for so long; I don't know how gentle this will be."
She smiled even as she felt him rip her thong off of her body, his hands pulling her legs apart. "Fuck me, Aidan. I don't want gentle, I just want you."
He growled and then caught her lips under his as he pushed his cock into the tightness of her pussy. For a moment he dug his hands into the blanket beneath him, panting against her lips as he fought to keep from exploding right away. He felt her hands drag down his back, coming to rest against his ass, her nails digging into him. He jerked into her, feeling the pleasure roll up his back, teasing his nerve endings until he felt the hair on his head standing up. "Fuck, Mia. You feel so damn good." He shifted over her, one hand coming down to grab her ankle, pulling it up his back.
She whimpered but it didn't sound like pain. He glanced into her eyes, seeing them half closed and passion drugged. She moved under him, trying to take more of him, wanting to take all of him. He pulled back and then thrust into her, bottoming out in her tight, wet sheath.
Mia ground her hips into his, crying out his name when he began moving in long slow strokes. Her body jerked against him and she arched her back, rubbing her breasts against his chest. She moaned, his name on her lips as the first sweet fissure of pleasure erupted through her. Heated waves of bliss flooded over her, unstopping until she thought she'd die from the thrill of it all. "Aidan," she whimpered.
"Yes baby, cum for me. It feels so good." He jerked against her struggling to keep his own orgasm at bay even as he felt another flow over her. "Fuck me, Mia." Then it was too much and he buried his head against her neck, roaring his climax into her throat. "Fuck! Yes! I love you!"
You're more than welcome to all the people who have sent me their thanks for submitting this again. It hasn't been that I didn't want to continue, it's more like I was stumped. But it's flowing now.
For all of you who know, the Nanowrimo starts November 1 and this year I have a good feeling that I will be able to complete it. That doesn't mean that I will stop writing on this one or quit submitting Beauty's Choice. I've also got a working outline for the next in my Beauty line called Beauty's Curse.
My Nanowrimo story is called Zombie's in My Soup and I hope it will write as easy as I think it will. I'm not sure about posting it. I guess that will all be decided by how well I think the story line is coming along. Wish me luck, I'll probably need it. Thanks for reading me!
Feb 3, 2018 in romance