Chapter 15
The greatest pleasure in life is love, and it was something Mika had not expected, to fall so suddenly in love at this time in her life. She wondered if she was being silly; it scared her to feel this way; after all, she didn't even know him that well, and Rhys was involved with other women. Smiling at the crazy idea of falling for a man like Rhys, Mika smoothed out her dress for at least the hundredth time as she looked in the mirror. How could she possibly be this nervous over her appearance? It's not the first date. She tried to tell herself she didn't care, and it was just another night out, but Mika was lying to herself, and she did care. She wanted Rhys to be impressed, to desire her as much as she wanted him. Mika's mind and body had been in overdrive since that night with him, and there was nothing she could do to calm herself; even her trusty vibrator was no help.
She couldn't remember taking this long to get ready for any man, but here she was, stomach in knots, still standing in front of the mirror. Her hair was up, makeup just perfect, and the dress was perfect as well. Mika looked elegant but sexy, with stockings and designer heels much higher than she typically wore. If Sandy can wear heels like that, so can I, she told herself.
Checking herself one last time, she decided she was ready. Rhys was coming to get her, and they were going out to dinner, just the two of them. She was surprised that she felt a slight disappointment that Sandy wouldn't be there or that other woman, Kiania, but the thought of Rhys to herself made up for that. Still, Sandy intrigued her, the woman was so confident, and there was something so sexy about her and that tattoo she had across her hip and abdomen.
Her doorbell buzzed, and she heard the door open and close before she could get there. All coherent thoughts fled when she saw Rhys leaning against the door, arms crossed, looking like something from the cover of a lurid romance novel. Big, strong, confident, and even dangerous. Mika felt her own confidence waver and her mouth go dry, but then she saw the sexy smile and the hunger in his eyes. Forgetting herself, Mika ran to him, like the proverbial moth to a lamp. Then she was in his arms, and he was kissing her; getting her lips on his is all she had been able to think about tonight. His mouth tasted heavenly as if Mika had just devoured the best chocolate mixed with wine.
Rhys pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. His tongue demanded entrance, and she opened her lips as he invaded her mouth. Everything Mika had planned for their first kiss tonight flew out the window as this totally masculine man took control of her mouth. His tongue moved against hers, pulling her body close. She moaned as she felt his fingers move over her bare back, down to the crease in her buttocks. Mika felt a rush or arousal so intense she thought she would explode. There was something about kissing Rhys that was different from other men she had known. Rhys kissed her like it may be the last one ever, and he made her feel like she was the most desirable woman in the world.
When Rhys pulled her in close, she felt his erection, and she couldn't stop herself from grinding against it. Mika moaned, so turned on that she wanted Rhys right then. She couldn't control the trembling mess she'd become, and from the feel of Rhys hands on her, he knew that he had complete control of the situation, of her.
"Change of plans," Rhys murmured in her ear, and she felt her dress ripped from her body. "Don't worry, I will buy you another one," he said, but Mika didn't care. Her panties and bra joined her dress, and then she found herself on the bed. Mika had relinquished control to a man before, but most of the men she had dated were pretty vanilla. Her time with Rhys had never been vanilla, and Rhys was so bold and confident she felt helpless to control anything. For the first time, all she wanted to do was give to this man. Give everything.
Rhys stripped off his tie and used it to secure her hands to the bed frame. Normally that might have scared Mika, but now it just drove her excitement higher.
"Tell me what you want," Rhys said with a growl as he kissed her neck, her throat, her breasts.
It was hard for Mika to keep from trembling, let alone think and speak.
"Tell me what you want," he said, drawing away from her but letting his fingers slide up her thighs, oh so close to her sex.
Mika spread her thighs willingly, wanting him to touch her there, everywhere.
"PLEASE, Fuck me, Rhys, please, just fuck me," she moaned.
"Soon, babe, but first, I want a taste."
Fuck, oh god," she said as Rhys dragged his tongue over her lips. "Rhys, OMG, I am going to come if you keep doing that."
Rhys had sucked her clit into his mouth, moving the tip of his tongue over it and around it. Mika's hips thrust up and down on their own, her body out of control. Then his tongue began a steady lick up and down her folds." Rhys," she struggled to say, "I am going to come."
"That's the point, you may come," Rhys said, and Mika felt something release in her mind, and her body exploded, her cunt gushing as she screamed Rhys' name. Mika barely had time for a few breaths when she felt her legs pulled roughly apart, and Rhys cock surged into her. "My god, you are so big," she groaned as her body fell into a beautiful rhythm that made her lose all sense of propriety.
Harder, Rhys, please fuck me harder. Mika felt another climax wash over her, and then Rhys was coming deep inside her, and her body seemed to explode with pleasure. Just as she was coming down from the delicious orgasm, a wave of energy seemed to burst inside her brain, leaving her breathless but energized. That was good because Rhys was still hard, and it didn't seem like he would stop anytime soon.
***
Kiania stood with Sarge and the other team members, getting familiar with the new equipment. Sarge put on the new helmet, enthralled at the improved displays. It was a version of the gridnet Kiania talked about using, but 3D, rotating as he moved his head one way or the other. Maps were overlaid at a glance, the monitors inside the helmet tracking eye and head movement. Cameras in the back and sides gave him an accurate 360-degree view.
It took some getting used to, but the implications for force multiplication were obvious. Their fire and movement coordination would be vastly improved with all of them linked with Kiania or Rhys.
"The new men should start arriving tomorrow," Kiania said. "We are going to start with the two officers. We will add additional men as we can.."
"How many total?"
"We are hoping to get Fifty-six total. We are still trying to work out an organization, but probably five 10 man squads, one of which will be heavy weapons and a separate command squad. A Major will be in command, and he will have an experienced combat captain as his executive officer. Each squad will have a corpsman attached."
"No support," he asked?
"No, we will do our own logistical support; with the bots, we don't need much, and it would only complicate things."
"What kind of organization are you thinking about," he asked.
Rhys and I are still trying to figure out how the fire teams should be organized. Thea is building new weapons, and we think we need a couple of heavy ones, crew-served weapons, but we will see what she comes up with."
"We already have some serious firepower with the chain gun and auto-cannon."
"I know, but let's see what Thea comes up with. If the new heavier drone works out, we can load the heavy weapons on them and keep everyone else more mobile."
"What about us," Sarge said, gesturing to the other men getting their new armor fitted.
"Sarge, you know we can't get along with you," teased Kiania. By the way, you have been promoted to Major or the same rank as whomever we end up with leading the new group. Not that you get paid any more than you do, you are making way more than the active-duty guys coming in. The organization will stay the same. You will be with me. We want an experienced fire team that can plug holes or lead the charge as the situation calls for. I will remain in overall command, and some of the other girls will fight as needed."
"Those other two, Amancia and Leslie, the guys all want them. They easily fought the five of us to a draw in combat exercises the other day. We think they were actually toying with us and could have taken us a lot quicker if they tried."
Kiania nodded in agreement. She was used to being the best warrior after Rhys; she still was one on one. But put Leslie and Amancia together, and she and Rhys were no longer a match for them. Their ability to work as one made them deadly efficient, and Sarge was right; they were more than a match for his entire unit. The scary part was they kept getting better just working at it part-time.
At least all the new men coming were veterans, multiple combat tours, a senior-heavy group. All of them were being run through Fort Bliss in El Paso, except they were never reporting in. Instead, they were being picked up and taken to a 'training' area where the shuttle would be waiting. There was no reason for initial secrecy with this group. They would be 'all in' from the beginning. They would get the comms implant plus the 'extra' insurance. That was primarily to keep them from being interrogated by the Om.
***
Mika sat in her office trying to concentrate on work or pretend to. Twice her secretary had asked her if she was ok when she came in and found her staring off into space. Rhys had left Sunday, and here it was Wednesday, and she was still daydreaming about the weekend. They had barely left her apartment, just out to get some groceries and wine. That was the only time they had put on any clothes. Every room in her apartment had been christened, as well as the kitchen table, all the sofas, and even her walk-in closet.
Mika had never had a weekend like that, not even when she was first married. She had been insatiable and blushed, thinking of some of the things they had done to each other. My God, Mika thought, crossing her legs, feeling herself getting wet again, I've got to get my mind off sex. Instead, she picked up her phone, thinking about what time it was in Texas and then deciding she didn't care. She typed a message and then sent it, feeling a little foolish, and was delighted when he promptly answered.
Mika -- I miss you.
Rhys-- I miss you as well; that was a nice weekend.
Mika -- Only nice?
Rhys -- Better than nice; I particularly enjoyed the kitchen table, now that was very nice.
Mika's face flushed, grateful her secretary couldn't see her. Rhys had tied her over the table, spanked her, and then fucked her roughly. She had yelled and cussed at him, but she came really hard; just thinking about it got her excited.
Mika -- Stop, I just spilled tea on myself.
Rhys-- Are you wet?
Mika -- just a little, from the tea.
Rhys-- Are you sure it's just the tea? I remember someone screaming really loud on the table.
Mika -- Well, perhaps a little more than just the tea. Is Sandy with you?
Rhys -- You're cute when you are jealous.
Mika-- Not jealous, is she going to come with you next time.
Rhys -- I can make her come now if you want.
