Jorja starts to squirm, then finally interrupts. “I hate to miss a single word, but I have to visit the ladies’ room.” She wiggles off my lap and disappears before Desi can offer to go with her.
My attention splits immediately. Watching her thread through the crowd, politely asking to pass if she gets stalled, turning the heads of the men as she goes. When she enters the bathroom and disappears from my sight, I turn back to a grinning Coach and Desi.
Coach informs me. “I just want you to know, if you hadn’t come back to that girl, I would have kicked your ass.”
I laugh, knowing he would've made good on that. I glance back at the bathroom. “My only regret when I left Sunnyville was that I didn’t take her with me.”
Joseph Pruitt walks up. “I’m just glad I knew to back the fuck off.”
“Sup, JP?” I hold out my hand, and he shakes it. “Welcome back, Jocko.”
Jorja
Dear Lord. I pray, standing in the line waiting for a stall to open. Please do not let me pee my pants because I don’t have any panties to pee on. It will literally run down my leg!
Reaching out, I brace against the wall. I didn’t realize I was so tipsy until I stood up. Trying to take my mind off my full bladder, I focus on what a group of girls are saying.
“Jocko Malone is a fucking stud!”
“My God, he was gorgeous before he left, but now … he is FUCKING gorgeous!”
“Makes me miss my Frog Hog days, girls.”
“Frog hog? What the fuck is that?”
“SEAL whores.” She laughs. “Why do you think I went to college in San Diego? It wasn’t for the book education.”
“Damn!”
“Yeah. It was the highlight of my college days.”
“Are they good lovers?”
“Naw…. They’re great fuckers, though!”
The girls laugh.
“Every weekend, a group of five of us would go down to a bar called, Suds After BUDS and pick up one to take out back.”
“Are they all as good-looking as Jocko?”
“Nooooo…. They aren’t all hunks like him, but they all have that sexy as fuck, alpha male confident attitude that makes them stand out in a crowd.”
“Babs! What's taking so long? Come on!”
Babs yells from a stall, “Don’t leave me.” The toilet flushes. She staggers out, and I hurry in. Barely getting my dress hiked as I squat, I forget about what they've said as the joy of peeing clears all thoughts from my brain.
But as soon as I walk out of the bathroom, I remember their conversation. The blood drains from my face, and I sober up instantly. Two of the girls are at the bar talking to Jocko. One's sitting on the stool Coach Severs was on, and the other is standing between her and Jocko. My gut feels sick as I stare. Their flirting is over the top, and Jocko smiles at them as he sips his beer.
Another woman comes out of the bathroom, so I slide to the side, looking for Desi. She's in Coach’s arms dancing, and from the looks of how close, she doesn’t intend to listen to more of Jocko’s war stories tonight.
When I look back at the bar, the bartender delivers three shots, and my heart joins my stomach. They are definitely making a play for him. The girl seated pushes the third shot to Jocko and says something as she lifts her glass, encouraging him to toast with them.
My imagination fills in ‘threesome.’
He stares at it, not drinking it, but not refusing it either.
The little voice inside my head begins to scream. “Git yo ass in gear, gurl!”
Threading my way through the crowd, I try to decide how to behave when I confront them. Should I be the protective sassy bitch, or the silent smug snob?
I catch a glimpse of the girl standing with her hand resting on his shoulder, and my gut tightens. She must have said something because he turns to look at her. She tosses her hair, and gives him a smile with an open invitation.
Just when I breakthrough from the crowd, he picks the shot up, clinks theirs with his, and they all toss it back.
I freeze, feeling betrayed.
Jocko stands up, drains his beer, puts a tip on the bar, says something to them, turns, and comes face to face with me.
His sexy as fuck grin slides across his mouth. “Ah, there's my girl!” He raises his arm, reaching for me, wanting me to slide underneath. Absolutely no guilt on his face. “I was coming to look for you.”
I hesitate for a split second, then decide on no drama. At least, not now. I walk into his embrace, and he tilts my face to his, tucks a strand of stray hair behind my ear, then kisses my forehead.
He turns me to the girls. “Hogs, meet the reason I’m out of the game. Juicy, these are Frog Hogs on the hunt.”
None of us speak, they sneer at me, and I glare at them.
“Juicy's going to take my lucky ass home with her so I can fuck her brains out. Aren’t you, BAE?”
Before Anyone Else. My heart melts. I put my arm around his waist, hug him tight, smashing my tits into his chest, and declare, “Yes, I am.”
“You're mine. You know that, don’t you?”
The possession in his eyes sends a wave of desire through me, and I answer truthfully. “I do. Do you?”
He crushes my body against his. “Let’s get out of here.”
As we weave our way through the crowd, “Baby I’m Back” by Baby Bash starts to play, and he stops abruptly. “Ah, Juicy, they're playing our song.”
And if he wasn’t perfect enough, he starts dipping his body to the beat and dances around me. Grinding his perfection on my body, lip-syncing the words, setting my soul on fire.
When it ends, I’m afraid my juice is going to drip down my leg. “Let’s go, Jocko. I need you to fuck my brains out now.”
“HOOYAH!”
Chapter Twenty
We barely make it out the door before Jocko's kissing the fuck out of my mouth and making my knees so weak, I can’t walk. His lips leave my mouth to nibble, trailing kisses to my ear, whispering, “Trust me” right before he lifts me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carries me around the side of the building. As he walks, he unzips his pants. In the darkness, he pins me against the brick wall then rams his erection inside as his mouth consumes my moans. To my shock, four full, hard, jolting thrusts make me cum all over him. Four more, and he cums inside me. We slump against the wall. His breath blowing my hair, tickling my neck, teasing my ear.
“My God,” I mumble.
“Shh.” He blows.
Then he leans back and pulls his shirt off over his head. The faintness of the light casts deep shadows along his bulging muscles as they ripple. “My god,” I whisper, and I nearly cum again, just looking at him.
He kisses my lips, gently, barely brushing his tongue along my teeth, right before he positions his shirt between my legs and eases me down. Then he wraps his arms around me, and I drink in the essence of Jocko. His musk's intoxicating, and I feel tipsy all over again.
After a minute, he backs away, and I clean our juices off with his shirt. He takes it from me, sticks the hem in the back of his jeans while I straighten my dress. Then we hold hands and walk to my car.