Chapter Nineteen
“You finally screwedhim,” Ronica said a bit too loudly, and Mia hushed her as she glanced around the salon.
Grabbing her wrists, Mia dragged her friend to the break room and shut the door. “I don’t want my private life to be the topic of discussion for the next week. Anyway, I didn’t tell you anything.”
“You don’t have to—you’re glowing like a damn thousand-watt bulb.” Ronica leaned over near Mia’s ear, her eyes focused on the closed door. “Was it incredible or a huge disappointment?” she asked softly.
“It was phenomenal,” Mia said, her emotions bubbling like a glass of champagne.
“I knew it would be, or at least I hoped it would. It was a gamble. Sometimes the real good-looking ones with an attitude make the most mediocre lovers, but Army had the whole badass vibe going so I suspected he was the real deal.” Ronica sat down and crossed her legs. “Did you fuck him out of your system?”
Mia giggled. “That’s all we did while I was there. We did it in the shower, on the loveseat, on the floor, and on his bike when he took me for a ride to the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. The view alone—”
Ronica held up her hand in front of Mia’s face. “Wait … go back. You guys screwed on his motorcycle? That sounds uncomfortable and dangerous.”
“We weren’t moving.” Mia laughed. “We were on top of a peak, and it felt like we were the only people in the world. I’d never had sex on a bike, but it was so good. Army left the engine running while in park, and the vibration was like a huge vibrator. Anyway, it was awesome.”
“Is that a biker thing?” Ronica pursed her lips.
“I don’t know. He told me it was the first for him, so that made it even more special for me.” She laughed again.
“What’re you thinking about? Your cheeks just turned red.”
“He kept revving the engine up and it made everything so much more intense.” The memory of one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had made her clench her legs as she leaned against the counter.
“So he sends you flowers, wines and dines you, agrees to wait until you screwed, and he knows how to screw. Sounds like a keeper.”
Mia’s eyes sparkled. “He is. I’ve done something totally scary—I’ve fallen for him.”
“Big time?” Ronica’s gaze widened.
“Yep.” She covered her face with her hands. “I know it’s crazy. I’ve only known him for a month. I never fall this fast.”
“You never fallperiod. When’s the last time you’ve been in love after high school?”
Mia shook her head. “Never—not even in high school. I was too busy playing mom to have friends let alone a boyfriend.” Her hands slipped down by her side. “Is this too insane?”
Ronica smiled. “No, I thinks it’s great. I told you the first day I met Army that he’d be a good match for you. Do you know how he feels?”
“He tells me he’s happy I’m in his life, and that he’s never been with a woman as wonderful as me. I know he feels the connection.”
“When are you going to see him again?”
“I’m not sure. It’s been only two days since I got back, and I’m missing him so much. I was supposed to go to the bike rally on Saturday, but I can’t swing it. I have a full day.” Mia opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. “Do you want one?” She waved the bottle at Ronica who shook her head no. Mia twisted open the cap and took a drink. “I’ve been going on about me too much. How was your trip with Stuart?”
“It was fun. Aspen was so beautiful with all the trees changing colors. We had a very romantic time. Not as sex-filled and wild as your vacation with Army, but then, I like romance with my man.”
“Army does subtle stuff, and since he’s such a rough and tough guy, those are the things that touch me and are romantic. Like, after we banged our brains out on his Harley, he spread out a blanket and held me close while we watched an incredible sunset and the mist rise in the valley. Neither of us spoke—we didn’t have to. Sharing that moment together spoke volumes.”
“Well put. It is the simple things that show a man cares for you.” Ronica glanced at the clock on the back wall. “I better get going. My client will be here in a few, and I want to prep my station. When’s your next appointment?”
“In a half hour.” Her ringtone bounced off the walls and she pulled out her phone, hoping it was Army. She frowned when she saw Shark’s name.
“From your face, I know it’s not your honey.” Ronica chortled.
“It’s my brother Vic. I’ll see you later.” Mia put the phone to her ear as she walked over to the small locker area for the employees. “Hi, Vic.”
“Who the hell are you fucking?” There was a harsh edge to his voice.