“A nightshirt.”
“Anything under it?”
“Panties.”
“Fuck.” He huffed out a breath. “I wish I was with you.”
“Me too.”
Damn, she gets me going.
“Taylor talked me into competing in an upcoming fight. I’m still thinking about it. I’ll have to train my ass off and lay off the carbs and booze.”
“Doesn’t sound like too much fun. When’s the fight?”
“In four weeks.”
He heard her gulp something and smiled as he imagined the sheet falling down past her toned legs as she reached for a glass of water.
“I hope … you can come and see me … if I decide to compete,” she said tentatively.
“I wouldn’t miss it.” Flashes of her in the cage straddling him and wiggling her firm ass over his cock made the bulge in his pants grow bigger. That had been a favorite fantasy of his since he’d first seen her at the MMA fights.
“Maybe you could come before then. I know Taylor likes sparring with you. He told me you guys used to do it a lot when he was younger.”
“Maybe.” Army perched on the edge of the desk enjoying the battle going on inside Mia at that moment. He knew she wanted to ask when he was coming back, but her independent side wouldn’t let her. It seemed like her mind and body were constantly at war with each other. The way he saw it, there was no doubt her body craved him, but overthinking it too much made her push him away.
“Oh.”
Army looked out the window and saw the sheriff and his men walking around the building.I gotta get back out there.“Do you miss me?”
“I had fun with you.” Defiance crept into her voice.
You miss the fuck outta me.“That’s good.” A rap on the door. “Hang on.” Army went over and opened it then put the phone tight against his denim-clad thigh.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Steel asked as his gaze flicked to the phone.
“I had a call to make. You want me to head over to the clubhouse and see what’s up?”
“Goldie, Rooster, Razor, and Cueball are finding out answers. Wexler has some questions he wants to ask you. I don’t want him nosing around anywhere else except here and the two other businesses.”
“Okay.” Army stood rooted to the spot.
“End your fucking call and get outside.” Steel turned and walked out the back door.
Army shut the door. “Mia, I gotta go.”
“Is everything okay? I heard someone talking.”
“It’s fine. One more thing—did you cancel your date with that fuckface?”
“Date?”
“Lunch on Sunday.”
“His name is Noe.”
“Did you?” He looked out the window and saw Steel pacing.