HOSTILE: A Military Romance Novel (Military Men Book 1) by Leila Haven Read Free Book Online

Taliban never seemed to sleep; they’d be out in the darkness just like they were in the daytime.
     
    “We need to find a place to stay for the night. If we’re lucky, we can find some food too,” I said. “We’re going to have to keep moving.”
     
    “Fine. Let’s go.”
     
    I pulled a notepad out of my pocket and jotted down a quick message, making sure it was vague enough that my men would understand it but the enemy would never be able to use it against us. I squeezed it between some loose stones.
     
    On our way in I’d noticed a few run-down houses off the main road. They could have still been inhabited, but they looked like they were about to fall down so I took the chance they were abandoned and started heading for them.
     
    Ariana diligently walked with me, trying to keep up even though her legs had to be hurting her. She’d been through a lot today and was still going when most other women would have fallen in a heap hours ago.
     
    I wasn’t sure if it was out of determination or stubbornness that she continued on. I’d never met a woman like her before. My dick certainly approved, but I wasn’t sure if my head did. Women that headstrong tended to spell out trouble with a capital T in my experience.
     
    Ariana reeked of nothing but Trouble.
     
    The first house had laundry hanging out the back, so we skipped it after stealing some food. The second house had no windows and no door and was overrun with rats, so I was placing my money on it being abandoned.
     
    Inside, the walls were sturdy enough and it had half a roof. We would be able to shelter there for a night without being too exposed to the desert elements and the stark drop in temperature.
     
    After the rats were scared away, it really wasn’t too bad. The former tenants had left some furniture, including a couch, a rusty bed frame, and a chest of drawers. They were on the second level, away from the rats and other rodents that would have otherwise destroyed them.
     
    “The couch doesn’t look too bad,” Ariana said as she sat down. “Actually, I could probably sleep anywhere. My feet are killing me.”
     
    I handed her the pilfered food – a loaf of bread. “You’ll be sleeping under me when it starts to get cold out here tonight.”
     
    “I don’t think it will ever get that cold.”
     
    “Sure it will, babe.”
     
    “You’re very full of yourself, aren’t you? You really think you’re God’s gift to women.”
     
    “You said it.” I grinned, purely because I knew she didn’t like it when I did that. It was too easy to rile Ariana up. With the shit day we’d had, we needed this kind of release.
     
    I got the feeling that if she’d had a cushion she would have thrown it at me. “Does that work on women, seriously?”
     
    “I get by just fine, thanks for asking.”
     
    “You must have a really big penis,” she said, completely taking me by surprise. I almost choked on my tongue.
     
    “What makes you say that?”
     
    “You certainly act like you’ve got something to be proud of.”
     
    “I can show you anytime, babe.” I moved to pull down the zipper on my trousers, expecting her to stop me. But she didn’t. Instead, she raised her eyebrow to challenge me to do it.
     
    Well… if that’s what the woman wanted, who was I to deny her? I unzipped my pants and let her see the bulge in my underwear. Considering the conversation we were having, and the fact I was easily excited anyway, the lump was sizable.
     
    “You can touch it too, if you want the whole experience,” I said, wiggling my hip. She laughed, not exactly the reaction I was expecting. Any moment now I expected her to tell me to put it away, stop acting like a jerk.
     
    Instead, Ariana was looking at me like she wanted to see more. After looking the Taliban in the face today and surviving another round with them, I was ready to throw all caution to the wind and do whatever the fuck I wanted to do.
     
    And I really wanted to fuck the