We chat about all sorts of frivolous things just getting to know each other. I learn she doesn’t really watch much TV, and I tell her I don’t either. She reads a lot, which is good because I do too. She reads romance and likes action and adventure. We discuss our favorite authors, and when I ask her, “Would you like to go to New York to Bookcon this year?”
Her mouth falls open and flips the switch that causes my cock to harden. This is going to be a long night.
“I would love to! It’s on my bucket list!”
“It’s a date then.”
The waitress brings our food, and it takes me twice as long as it does Jorja to eat. She laces her fingers, puts her elbows on the table, and watches me eat. True to her word, she doesn’t flinch when I cut the steak, and the blood oozes onto the plate.
“You're an animal, you know.” She grins.
“Yeah. I know.” I smirk, stab it, and consume it.
When we’re finished, she slides her credit card to me, but I slide it back. We stare at each other, then she submits, and damn, my cock fills again.
Jorja
Jocko opens the door for me at Hooligan’s. The sounds of a large crowd having fun and letting go of the workweek’s stress rush out. I hesitate, and he puts his hand in the curve of my back. I look up at him from under my lashes, tilt my head, release the clip in my hair, shake it out, pull the top of my dress down another inch or so, hike the hem up more than a couple of inches, and tease him. “By the way, I’m not wearing any panties.”
The look on his face is priceless. Margie was right again. He won’t be thinking about anything else for the rest of the night.
There's a banner stretched behind the bar that reads, “Welcome Home, Jocko!”
As he follows me in, he's hampered by people welcoming him home.
Desi waves from the bar, and when I reach her, she whistles. “Damn, girl! You clean up good!”
“Thanks.” I grin at her. “I was hoping for that reaction.”
“What will you have to drink? I’m picking up the tab tonight.”
“I’ll have a piña colada.”
She flags the bartender down and gives him my order. He glances at me, and his eyes roam, then he grins. “Coming right up.”
“Down, Dustin. She’s with Jocko.”
“Dammit.” He says to her, then winks at me before he spins around to make my drink.
Desi asks as she nods toward Jocko. “How is he?”
“Good. Why do you ask?”
“He was always a hard nut to crack.” We watch him thread his way to us. “I was wondering how much being a Navy SEAL had changed him. The job wasn’t exactly a picnic.”
Dustin delivers my drink, and she takes it from him, initials the tab, then hands it to me.
“Honestly, Desi, I wouldn’t know. I barely knew him in school.”
She cuts her eyes at me. “But I thought you two were….”
“Not back then.”
“But now?”
I smile as he breaks free of the crowd and stands glaring at me ten feet away. His eyes are devouring me, knowing I’m bare down there.
“You tell me.”
She clinks my drink with hers. “Now is all that matters, girl. You grab that bull by the balls.”
“Balls to the wall.”
“You better believe it.”
Chapter Nineteen
Jocko
The little minx sits on the barstool with her legs uncrossed, teasing me with the darkness between her thighs. They're talking about me from the looks on their faces, and when Desi clinks her glass, I wonder what they've plotted.
“Here's the hero.” Desi teases as she puts her arm around me. “Drinks are on the house tonight.”
The bartender leans over for my order. “What’ll ya have?”
Desi puts her hand on his shoulder and climbs onto the bar.
“What are you doing?” I shake my head. “Get down from there.”
She grins as Jorja tells the bartender. “Budweiser.”
“Draft?”
Desi walks to the other end away from me as Jorja’s hand slips into mine. The softness of her skin begs for my attention, and I turn to her. She's leaning forward on the stool, her tits jutting out, as she tilts her head all the way back to look up into my eyes.
Gawd, I am going to fuck her brains out later.
She asks, “Draft or bottle?”
“Bottle. If a fight breaks out, I'll have a weapon.”
The bartender’s face goes slack for a split second before he regains his composure, then he gives me a thumbs up and disappears.
Jorja laughs out loud.
“You think I’m joking?”
She smirks.
“Trust me, Babe. As hot as you look tonight, it’s a real possibility.”
Her eyes shine as a sweet smile spreads across those perfect lips, and I can’t stand it any longer. I kiss her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, plus all you other bitches and bastards.” Desi begins, and Jorja releases my hand and places it on my chest. I growl when she applies pressure, making her giggle, but I let her go.
Desi walks with her glass in the air. “Raise your drinks, and let’s give a warm welcome home….” She points to me, “to Sunnyville’s Very Special Operator Jocko Malone.”
The bar raises their drinks as one, and Dustin slides my beer across the bar. I snatch it up, lift it high, and shout. “HOOYAH!”
Silence falls over the room as everyone drinks their salute, then the noise from the chatter kicks back off.
Desi squats down in front of me and laughs to my face. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” She holds her arms out to me, and I lift her up, setting her on the ground.
Someone pats me on the back, and I turn to see who. “Welcome back, brother. Name’s Matthew. I served as an MPC handler with the Marines.”
I nod. “Hooyah.”
“Oorah. I run a dog training facility. You're welcome to bring your fur missile anytime and let him work.”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate that. I'll take you up on it.”
“No problem. It will help you both with the transition. I’m over on West Gate and Fourth.” He slaps me on the back again and disappears into the mix.
Desi pats the empty stool between her and Jorja. “I'm ready for some war stories.”
“I’m not sitting there. I’m sitting here.” I hug Jorja from behind, wrapping my arm around her, then lifting her up, sliding onto her stool, and setting her on my lap.
She squeals, giggling.
“Be still. I don’t want to drop you.”
“Slick move there, hotrod.” Someone says behind me. It’s Coach Severs, my high school baseball coach. He reaches out, pats me on the back, gives me his Army, “Hooah,” nods his head to Jorja, then turns his attention on Desi. “Is this seat available then? I’m all about war stories.”
She nods. “Sure. Why not.”
Coach served two tours, so we talk about teamwork, and the stories flow smoothly from baseball battles to combat. People stop to speak, and some buy me a drink. As an operator, I rarely overindulged, but tonight, I make an exception and accept more drinks than I should.