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

by Nikki Ash

  She curls her finger, beckoning me over. I shake my head, and she nods. When I don’t move, she juts her bottom lip out, reminding me of when I sucked on that same lip. She tasted sweet like sugar, fucking addicting. I’ve been craving her ever since.

  Some asshole notices she’s now alone and saddles up behind her, his hand landing on her hip. Her eyes widen in shock, but before she can even turn around to dance with him—or reject him—I’m in front of her, pulling her out of his grip and into my arms.

  “So, that’s all it takes to get you to touch me?” she yells over the music, snaking her arms around my neck. “Some strange guy wanting to dance with me?” Her body, which is now flush with mine, grinds against my front. Her perky tits rub against my chest, and her warmth hits my cock. And that little bit of resolve I was barely hanging on to, snaps. Gripping her nape, I crash my mouth down onto hers. My tongue pushes past her parted lips, and the taste of vodka overtakes my senses. She moans into my mouth, and I reach down, lifting her up. Her legs snake around my torso and I walk us off the dance floor.

  I find a dark hallway and push her up against the wall, my mouth never leaving hers. With passion I’ve never felt before, I devour her mouth before I move to her neck, sucking and kissing her salty flesh. She moans in pleasure, rubbing her center against my stomach.

  “Ryan, please,” she slurs. “I want you.”

  Her words snap me out of my trance, and I let go of her, dropping her to the ground.

  She’s been drinking all night. She’s drunk. And twenty. And deserves more than a drunken hook-up.

  “What are you doing?” she whines, stepping forward and pawing at me. “Ryan, please.”

  “It’s late and you’re drunk. Let’s get you home.”

  She pouts, but I ignore it, wrapping my arm around her to help her walk out. She congratulates Alec on his promotion, gives Lexi and Georgia a hug and a kiss, and then we head back to the beach house. Since I only had a couple beers I’m good to drive.

  Micaela falls asleep on the way home, only waking up once we pull up and I shake her awake. Wordlessly, she disappears into her room, so I assume she’s going to pass out.

  I change out of my clothes and throw on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. I figure I’ll give her a little bit and then go check on her to make sure she’s okay and in bed.

  “Is it hot in here?” she asks, stepping into my room a little while later. Her makeup has been removed, her hair is up in a messy bun, and she’s dressed in a pair of tiny pajama bottoms and a thin tank top that shows the outline of her hardened nipples.

  Without waiting for me to answer, she floats back out of my room. I follow her to the kitchen, where she grabs a water from the fridge and downs half the bottle. “Ahh, that’s better.”

  Snatching the blanket off the couch, she stumbles out the back door. She lies on the double lounger and glances up at me. “Watch the stars with me?”

  When I hesitate for a moment, nervous as hell about being too close to her, she rolls her eyes. “I promise to be on my best behavior.”

  Unable to tell her no, I join her. She throws the blanket over us and lays her head on my shoulder. Her warm body snuggles into my side, and my heart relaxes like it always does when she touches me.

  “Did you have fun tonight?”

  She nods into my shoulder. “It felt good to let loose. Felt a little like my old self.” She glances up and kisses my cheek. “Thank you, Ryan. I couldn’t have done this without you.” She lays her head back on my shoulder, and my heart sinks. Her thank you almost sounds like a goodbye, which makes sense since it’s already after midnight. Tomorrow we’ll be parting ways. She’ll go back home to her family and start over, and I’ll say bye to mine before shipping off overseas.

  “Yes, you could’ve,” I tell her, giving her forehead a kiss. I inhale her sweet, comforting scent, praying that when I’m in the desert with my squad, I’ll remember what she smelled like. “But I’m glad I was here for you.”

  “It’s hard,” she admits. “Like every second, every minute, I have to remind myself it’s okay to move forward.”

  “But you’re still doing it.” I glance down and her warm chocolate eyes meet mine. “You’re laughing and smiling, and you’re talking about your future.”

  “It took me fifteen months.”

  “It takes strength to move forward from what happened to your husband. I’ve seen men turn to the bottle, to drugs. I’ve seen them destroy their entire lives over losing someone. So, it took you a year. So what. You still did it. You’re doing it, and I’m damn proud of you.”

  Micaela’s eyes glimmer with unshed tears. “Thank you,” she chokes out, setting her head back on my shoulder. “It’s nice out here,” she murmurs lazily. “Maybe… we can… sleep…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, her words being replaced with soft snores. Closing my eyes, I inhale her scent one last time before I allow sleep to overtake me as well.

  Ryan

  Micaela peppers kisses all over my face…

  Down my neck…

  Along my collarbone.

  She runs her hand down my torso, and I moan at her touch.

  “Ryan,” she purrs, but her voice sounds distant.

  I reach for her, but she’s not there. “Micaela? Don’t leave, please.” I need her close to me. When she’s with me I feel centered. The racing in my head calms.

  “I’m right here,” she says, but I don’t see her. Where is she? Is this a dream? It must be…

  “Open your eyes, Ry.”

  I grin at the nickname. She’s never called me that before, but I really like it. I do as she says and her gorgeous face comes back into view. Only it’s sharper, more clear.

  My hands, of their own accord, move to her hips, only to find her next to me. It’s then I realize my dream wasn’t really a dream…

  “Micaela,” I groan, reality hitting me.

  “Please.” She frames my cheeks with her soft, delicate hands. “I just want to feel you—our connection. I’m not asking for anything more.”

  But what if I want more? I think but don’t say out loud.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I know what this is,” she says, her voice strong. “When we leave tomorrow morning, I’m starting my new life with my new plans and I know they can’t include you.” Her words slam against my ribcage, cracking my heart wide-open.

  “It’s not that…” Fuck, I want nothing more than to be part of her plans, but it’s just not possible…

  “I get it.” She kneels next to me and presses her mouth to mine. “I know the score, and I respect you even more for resisting because I know you’re only doing it to protect me. But I don’t want to be protected. I don’t need to be protected. This built-up sexual tension between us is suffocating the hell out of me, and I…” She swallows thickly, her eyes locking with mine. “I just need to breathe.”

  Her admission is my undoing.

  Gripping her hips, I lift her onto my lap, so she’s straddling my thighs, and kiss her hard. She grinds down on my dick through my boxers, moaning when she feels I’m already hard. She wasn’t wrong. The sexual tension between us is like a firework, waiting to be lit. You’re holding it in your hand and know what it’s capable of, but as long as it stays unlit, it’s safe.

  Frantically, she pulls my boxers down and takes my shaft in her hand, stroking it up and down. Lifting up, she quickly rids herself of her shorts and panties, and then sinks down around me. Her warmth acting as an ignition. Her soaking wet cunt sucks my dick all the way in, and that firework sparks to life.

  With her hands resting on my shoulders, she lifts and then drops, taking me in as far as she can go. Fireworks go off, loud and bright and earth-fucking-shattering, as she rides my dick. Briefly, I close my eyes, losing myself to the way I fit inside her so damn perfectly.

  My eyes open and I find her face. Her eyelids are hooded over, and her fleshy lips are parted in pleasure. She rolls her hips and moans, finding the per
fect spot to set her off. Her pussy walls grip me like a vice and she contracts around my dick. Taking over, I grab hold of her hips, plunging into her from underneath and finding my own release.

  It’s never felt like this before. This raw and gritty and… Fuck! It hits me just seconds before I’m about to let go. No condom.

  Gripping her sides, I lift her up quickly, my dick popping out of her warmth just in time for me to come all over the outside of her neatly trimmed pussy and my thighs.

  “Holy shit,” I breathe once I’ve somewhat caught my breath. “That was…”

  “Amazing,” she finishes, sighing in contentment. The word I was thinking of was close, as in I came damn close to filling her with my cum, but amazing works too.

  “Yeah, it was,” I agree. I glance around and realize we’re still outside in the double lounger. She’s naked from the waist down, and we’re both covered in my cum.

  “Let’s get inside and shower.” Grabbing the blanket, I wrap it around her so she’s hidden. Luckily it’s still dark outside. We’re supposed to be leaving soon to go to Newport Beach for the day.

  We separate once we’re inside, each taking a shower by ourselves. I’m putting my board shorts on when Micaela appears in the doorway. She’s wearing her tiny yellow string bikini and ripped jean shorts. Her hair is wet from the shower and down in messy waves.

  “Are you ready to go?” she asks, lifting the tank top over her head and hiding her body. A body I felt against me but didn’t get a chance to fully explore. She was in charge, and while it was hot as fuck, it wasn’t as satisfying as I was hoping it would be. Yeah, we both got off, but I didn’t get to touch all of her perfect curves, taste her juices. I don’t know how soft or firm her breasts are. How she would react if I took her nipples into my mouth and sucked on them.

  I want to say fuck the day and take her back to bed, explore every inch of her I didn’t get a chance to do this morning, but it’s our last day together and I want to make the most out of it.

  “Yeah,” I tell her, throwing my shirt on.

  The two-hour drive is filled with Micaela playing deejay. I hold her hand the entire way, unable to keep from touching her, and she lets it happen without question. When we arrive at the harbor, I rent us a boat and then we take off toward Balboa Island.

  “Can we anchor out here?” Micaela asks from behind me.

  “Right here?” I glance around. We’re between Lido and Balboa Island. “Yeah, if you want.”

  “Please.”

  I check the scanner to make sure we’re in a somewhat shallow spot, then go about dropping the anchor. Growing up, my parents loved to go to Florida for vacation. My mom is from Jupiter Beach and grew up on the ocean. They taught us how to surf, jet ski, and drive a boat, and when we would visit my mom’s mom, my sisters and I would take the boat out for hours.

  Once I’m done, I walk back over to the helm and move the boat backward a tad to make sure it’s anchored good. When I feel the slight tug, I turn the engine off. I’m about to ask Micaela what she wants to do, when her arms wrap around me from behind, her hands running across my naked torso.

  One of her hands descends, landing on my dick and squeezing it softly through my shorts.

  “Babe,” I groan, knowing immediately where this is going.

  “Nobody can see us,” she says, confusing my tone. The cruiser I rented isn’t large by any means, but it has three glass tinted windows shading half the boat, giving us almost complete privacy. I’m not worried about anyone seeing us. I’m worried about what we’re about to do—again. How deep we’re getting only hours before we have to find our way to the surface.

  Her hands disappear and then she’s crouched in front of me, hidden between me and the helm of the boat. I glance down just in time to see her take my dick into her mouth through the material of my shorts. She teases me like this for a few seconds before she tugs my shorts down and takes my shaft into her mouth as far as she can go. She gags slightly when the head hits the back of her throat, and I come close to losing my shit. I’ll be damned if she’s going to take charge again.

  Backing up slightly, I pull her into a standing position, then lift her into my arms, walking us over to the bench that stretches across the entire area. Laying her across it, I take a moment to drink her in. She’s shed her shorts and shirt, leaving her in only that barely scrap of a bathing suit. The triangles of her top showcase her full breasts, and because she’s turned on, her nipples are straining behind the fabric. Her bottoms are only held together with thin strings. All it would take is a pull on each side and her perfect cunt would be bared to me.

  “Ryan, please,” she whines desperately.

  “No,” I tell her. Her eyes thin, glaring at me, but before she can argue, I explain. “The first time was quick.”

  “That’s not my fault,” she sasses, and I bark out a laugh. Fuck, I can’t get enough of this woman. What am I going to do when we part ways tomorrow? The thought is sobering, but I push it aside for now, wanting to stay in the moment with Micaela.

  “That’s not what I meant.” I bend down and kiss her soft lips. “It was filled with passion. Like you said, we needed the release, but this time I’m going to take my time and worship every inch of you.” Burn every detail of her perfect body into my brain for when she’s gone and all I’ll have is the memory of her.

  Taking her foot in my hands, I place a kiss to the arch then to her delicate ankle.

  “Ryan,” she moans, impatience in her tone.

  “Shh, every inch.”

  I continue kissing her heated flesh: her toned calf, the inside of her knee, up her thigh. She squirms in place, silently begging me to continue my ascent. But I don’t. Instead I start all over again, this time with her other foot, making my way back up her leg. Her skin is silky smooth and smells good. Like what, I have no fucking clue. Something sweet mixed with just her. A scent I hope is engrained in my memory for when I’m gone.

  When I get to the apex of her legs, I press the inside of her thighs, pushing them open. I run my nose up the center of her, inhaling her, mentally memorizing every minuscule detail.

  “Ryan,” she shrieks. “What are you doing?”

  I assume she’s asking a rhetorical question, but when I move the fabric of her bathing suit to the side and stick my nose between her pussy lips, she grabs the ends of my hair and pulls my face up.

  “Ryan.” Her eyes are wide in shock, her cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment, I think. “Wh-what are you doing? Get up here and fuck me.”

  “Every inch,” I repeat, separating her lips and licking up her seam. I stop at her swollen clit and nibble on it.

  “Oh my God.” I glance up and her eyes roll backward. “Do that again,” she breathes.

  Untying the strings, I rip her bottoms from her body and drop them on the floor. Then, with my hands holding her legs apart, I devour the hell out of her pussy. Micaela’s breathy moans spur me on as I work her up into a frenzy. When she’s moaning loudly, begging to come, I insert two fingers into her, and she shatters around me.

  “Ry…” she breathes. “It… I…” I chuckle softly at her incoherence, loving that I have her so worked up. “Ohmigod… right… there!” she screams, right before she comes all over my tongue and fingers, soaking the hell out of the leather bench. Her legs shake, trying to close of their own accord. If I wasn’t holding her down, she would most definitely bow right off the seat. But with my one hand, I keep her on lock, pressing down on her pelvis and licking her straight through her orgasm.

  Once her legs stop trembling and her breathing slows, I stand and push my shorts down. As I stroke my already hard as fuck dick, I make eye contact with Micaela. Her eyes are hooded over and the corners of her lips are pulled up slightly in a lazy, satiated smile. If it wouldn’t be creepy as fuck, I would grab my phone and snap a picture of her just like this because there’s no way my memory will ever do this moment justice.

  Grabbing her legs, I pull her toward me, wrapping
her legs around my waist. I drop my palms to either side of her head, and with my mouth fused against hers, I enter her in one swift motion—her hot, wet cunt damn near making me come on the spot.

  Fully aware I’m only going to last so long, I break our kiss, and with my nose, move her bathing suit top up so I have access to her tits. Taking one rose-budded nipple between my lips, I suck on it, making her squirm in pleasure. Then I release it and give the other one equal attention. I suck and lick her breasts while I continue to fuck her. My pelvis rubs against hers, and she moans into my ear how good it feels.

  “Ryan.” She takes my face in her hands and locks eyes with me. “I… I feel like I’m going to come again.”

  “Go ahead, baby. Come again.”

  “It’s right…” She grinds against me once more and her body detonates—like the most beautiful, bright fireworks, she goes off. Her eyes close, her head goes back, and her mouth makes a perfect O as she climaxes. It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Our bodies are so close we’ve become one—two broken halves coming together to make one whole.

  The sight of her is my undoing. Remembering I’m not using a condom, I pull out and come all over her flat stomach, some of it shooting onto her tits.

  Her eyes open, and the side of her mouth tugs into a satisfied smirk. “That was…”

  This time I finish for her. “Fucking amazing.”

  After we get cleaned up the best we can, we spend the rest of the day boating and exploring the islands. We kiss and touch and make out like two horny teenagers, completely ignoring the reality of what is to come tomorrow when we wake up. We stop for dinner at a delicious seafood restaurant and when we get home, we spend the entire night under the stars talking about nothing of consequence, until Micaela can’t keep her eyes open any longer, and she falls asleep in my arms.

  When I wake in the morning, I’m still outside on the double lounger, only Micaela isn’t here. Her side is empty. My first thought is she left without saying goodbye, and my heart sinks, praying she’s not gone yet. I can’t let her go. I know I said I have to, but I can’t. Maybe if I hadn’t felt what it’s like to be with her, kiss her, touch her, I could’ve walked away. But now I know, and I can’t do it. I don’t care what it takes. We’ll make it work. This can’t be the end.