Free Model Soldier by Cat Johnson Page A

meeting in his underwear or anything like that. Oh, no. Thanks to Dalton and his little modeling assignment, Hawk’s slumber was visited by images more appropriate for triple-X films than his weary brain.
    “Take off your shirt, Hawk,” Goldilocks cooed in his dream as she ran brightly painted, long, red fingernails across his chest until he imagined he could actually feel her touch on his skin. Standing on tiptoe in her mile-high stilettos to reach his ear, she breathed, “I want you. Now.”
    He didn’t need to be asked twice.
    Hawk reached down and hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around him as beneath her miniskirt his hands cupped each thong-exposed, gloriously round, bare ass cheek. Somehow she freed his erection from his pants. A slight shove had the thin string of her thongs pushed to the side and him sliding easily into her with a groan and a shudder.
    She gripped his head tightly with two hands, kissing his face, his neck, his mouth, slipping a playful tongue inside. He could feel her, tight, wet, hot, as she moved easily in his arms, sliding up and down his slick length.
    “Harder, Hawk,” she demanded as the muscles deep inside her began to grip and pulse around him. She cried out loudly with each of his thrusts until he lost all control and came with her.
    Breathing heavily, Hawk awoke alone in his bunk, the sticky mess covering the spent erection in his boxer briefs a much too real reminder of his shame. But that was nothing compared to the knowledge that in mere hours he’d have to look Goldilocks in the eye and try not to remember how amazing it felt to fuck her, even if it had been only in his dreams.
    Yeah, and the way the two of them got along like oil and water, that was pretty much what she’d tell him should he ever suggest them hooking up. In your dreams .
    Shit. He needed to get laid for real, and soon.  

    Chapter Eight

    Emily stirred real cream into her to-go coffee cup, thinking how much she loved Europeans. No skim milk for these folks, unlike skinny-conscious Americans. She watched the people bustling past the window in the dim dawn light from the spot she and Jai had met to grab coffee before heading back to Hohenfels to meet Hawk.
    The town nearest the US Army garrison had some surprisingly good restaurants. Emily realized she was finally getting some of the military-speak down. She even knew what a “garrison” was now, and her uniform knowledge had been greatly increased after yesterday’s photo session with Hawk. She tried not to think about that. The best part of yesterday had been driving away from the garrison at the end of the day.
    Emily and Jai had found a great spot to eat out after that. They’d had a quick but sumptuous dinner before, jetlagged, they crashed early. The hotel wasn’t bad, either. Too bad she’d barely slept.
    “Why did we decide to meet so early?” she whined, yawning.
    “Because the Army starts their day early, and because we need to set up the shots and be ready to go when and if the sun finally comes out today.” Jai looked up at the overcast sky darkening the pink-tinged sunrise. “I hope it doesn’t snow.”
    So did Emily. It was bad enough that, though exhausted, she needed to be on her toes to handle Hawk. The last thing she wanted to deal with was snow during their outdoor shots. She had on her good leather boots and she hated snow…and cold, and early mornings, no matter what time zone they happened to be in.
    Sunrise! Honestly, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen one of those.
    Tired, dreading the day ahead and feeling a need for sugar as well as caffeine, Emily grabbed some sort of rich-looking Germany pastry and added it to their two coffees on the counter.
    She yawned again as, sustenance paid for, they left the warm shop for the frigid walk to their rental car.
    Jai frowned at her as he turned the key in the ignition and waited for the car to warm for a minute before throwing it into drive. “Why are you so tired?