Free Serving the Soldier - Part 2 (An Alpha Military Romance) by Helen Grey

Chapter 1
    I didn’t see too much of Jax the following day. I’m an early riser, so was up just before the sun came up. I got dressed and quietly made my way downstairs to the kitchen, thinking to brew up a pot of coffee and see what Jax had in the way of breakfast fixings. Not much.
    I would’ve settled for a bowl of Cheerios, a half-empty box I’d found in one cupboard. But when I went to the refrigerator for the milk, I found that he didn’t have any. I sighed.
    “Sorry, I’m not very well stocked at the moment.”
    I jumped, startled by his voice. I hadn’t heard a peep from him coming downstairs or heading into the kitchen. My heart thumping, I turned. There he stood, in his birthday suit. I pretended I didn’t care and gave him a quick and thorough inspection, shaking my head. “You have something against clothes?”
    He grinned. “Not really. It’s kind of liberating, actually. I usually have to wear so much gear, in addition to the uniform. It’s a nice change of pace.”
    I stared at him, making sure that my focus remained above his bellybutton. Again, he sent a grin my way.
    “Does my nudity bother you?”
    I closed my eyes, prayed for patience, and shook my head. “I guess not,” I admitted. “After all, it’s your house and you should be able to do anything in it you want.”
    “Anything?”
    I gave him another one of my looks, which I hoped conveyed the fact that I wasn’t going to fall for his odd sense of humor and innuendos. “I’ll make a run to the store today. If you want to make up a list and leave me some money, I can go early and get that out of the way. Unless of course, you want to go with me.”
    He shook his head and made a face. “I hate shopping.”
    “It would probably be good exercise,” I said. “How are you feeling this morning?”
    He shrugged and padded his way to one of the cupboards over the sink. Opening it, he withdrew a coffee mug, not caring in the least that he graced me with another view of his gorgeous backside.
    Despite my efforts not to notice, I couldn’t help it. I stared. He then stepped to the far end of the counter where the coffee pot had just finished gurgling and that fine ass kept my attention. After pouring himself a cup, he casually turned, and leaned carefully against the counter, crossing his legs while he sipped.
    I shook my head and laughed. There he stood in all his natural glory, his large, round penis prevalent over the darkness of curls at his groin. How could I not look? He was practically throwing it in my face. This was definitely something I would have to get used to.
    “Buy whatever you want. I’ll give you plenty of cash.”
    “Well, what do you like to eat?” I asked. In my mind I amended, besides pussy I mean . Once again I forced my thoughts away from his sexuality and focused on my tasks for the day. “Are you a breakfast eater? Do you skip lunch? Do you like the main meal of the day at noon or dinner time?”
    He shook his head. “Makes no nevermind to me, Angie,” he commented before taking another sip of coffee. He grinned and his eyes flicked down my body. “I’ll eat whatever’s put in front of me; whenever it’s put there.”
    Holy shit.
    “Okay then, it’s up to me,” I said, clearing my throat and putting my full attention back on my toes. “Anything else you need besides groceries? I don’t want to be gone too long in case you need to go somewhere.”
    “Take the SUV and shop as long as you want,” he said, finishing off his coffee and placing the cup carefully in the sink. “I’ll be out with Michael for a while today, so do what you want. I won’t be back ‘til around four o’clock this afternoon.”
    I nodded. Thoughts of breakfast forgotten, I turned to leave the kitchen.
    “No coffee?”
    I turned around, surprised. I had forgotten to pour myself a cup. Then again, the thought of standing next to his naked heat, pouring myself a cup of coffee probably wasn’t such a good idea. With my