The Military Mistress by Melody Prince Read Free Book Online Page B

put on some capri leggings and an oversized shirt that hangs off my shoulder. Then, I put on my pink Nike's as well and I get on my computer and mindlessly surf the internet until he texts or calls me.
                  About an hour later I get a text from him saying he is on his way back over here. I go downstairs to unlock the door again. Then I go to the fridge and grab two water bottles because I doubt he brought one. Not even five minutes later I hear the front door opening and my dogs are barking at him, but this time it doesn't last as long because they recognize that he was just here. He comes into the kitchen, and he's in basketball shorts and a normal t shirt and his Nike tennis shoes.
                  “Hey,” I say once I see him.
                  “Hey, are you ready to go?” He asks as I throw one of the water bottles at him.
                  “Yup! Can we stop by Julia's house first, she wanted us to see Blake and Avery.” I say, and I realize how odd it sounds, but he could read the texts if he really wanted to.
                  “Okay, but aren't we seeing them later?” He questions.
                  “Yeah, but you won't get to meet Avery later,” I say.
                  “That's true, can I drive again?” He asks, and I give a look from the corner of my eye. Seriously? “Please?”
                  I nod, and I know I'm going to regret it, my poor car is getting so abused.
                  We go to Julia's house and see Blake and Avery for only a couple of minutes. Avery is always so happy to see me, calling my name and giving me hugs and kisses. She even said hi to Jake, but she gets embarrassed which is so cute. I love that little girl. I let Blake know when the movie is later, and then Jake and I head off to the gym.
                  We get there, and go straight to the elliptical. I'm dead after like 5 minutes on the machine, but I push through the full 10 minutes. He has south park playing on his phone, and I have my iPod on. The song Make It Work by Christina Grimme comes on, and it's 0h-so-fitting right now I can't help but laugh to myself, and I don't want him to ask why I'm laughing.
                  We use a couple other machines, he teaches me how they work and what they work out, and he can lift a lot more than me, he has to put it basically on the lightest for me to even attempt it. Lastly, we go to bench press and this is what I've been excited to see him do. He tells me to go first and he will spot me. He makes it so it weighs 50 pounds I think. I do a couple of reps, and I think my arms are fairly strong from lifting and holding up dogs all the time. Next it's his turn, he lays down and I tell him that I don't think I'll be able to spot him if he goes too heavy he just laughs and doesn't expect me to. I watch as he brings the bar down to his chest and then back up again. I watch his biceps bulge, and the only thought I have in my mind is how I love when those arms hold me and I can't wait for them to be holding me again tonight. I try to shake the thoughts away, but it's really hard.
                  He helps me bench two more times, making it heavier each time, and he goes two more times as well before we leave. We head back to my house.
                  “I'm going to go home and take a shower and a nap then I'll be back later.” He says. I'm a little disappointed that he doesn't want to shower with me, but I let him go. Plus I could use a nap as well.
                  Once he leaves I go up and take a shower myself, and I don't even change before I fall onto bed and fall asleep. I wake up a couple hours later, I'm not even sure how long I was asleep. I look at my phone and it is 6:30. I text Jake to see if he is up yet. I stretch, and instantly regret sleeping on my wet hair its always a mess. I go to the bathroom and brush