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!”
