He towers over me, smirking. “Open that beautiful mouth of yours. I’m going to fill it.”
Gawd, the man oozes sex appeal! My pussy floods itself. I look away, getting my head in the game, then I look up at him from under my lashes, lick my lips, and open my mouth, waiting for him to insert it.
His eyes hood as his sexy grin spreads across those delicious sculpted lips. Then he slowly inserts the cheese stick inside my mouth.
As soon as my tongue tastes it, my mouth waters and the look on his face changes to need. My breath vanishes with the sensualness of his expression, and my skin flushes.
“Your tongue's very wet, Juicy.”
I gently bite down on the cheese stick, not wanting to chomp it in two. That would be … cruel.
He whispers, “Easy now.”
Stopping midway through, my drool pooling, he pulls the stub away, stretching the melted middle between us. All the while, that fucking grin teases me as his dreamy eyes mesmerize mine, hinting at the foreplay to come.
Without breaking eye contact, he sets the plate on the handrail and closes the gap between us. My nipples harden, elongating, desiring his touch. When he lifts his end of the cheese stick, forcing my head all the way back, the hard tips brush his pecs, and the thrill that shoots through me makes my knees weak.
“Open wider, Babe.” He hums, and neither of us are thinking about the cheese stick.
Gawd, this man! Willingly, I do as I’m told. Remembering the girth of his boner, I open my mouth wider, and he lowers the string in. By the time his fingers reach my lips, my panties are soaked through again, and my clit is demanding, I take care of her soon. I stick my tongue out and lick the stub from between his fingers.
“Hhhhhh,” escapes his throat in the sexiest moan I've ever heard. He hovers, watching my mouth working the food, then he whispers. “You're so damn delicious.”
My eyes twinkle as I chew, enjoying the power I have over him at the moment. When I swallow, he says, “You and I are going to have a lot of fun together, Juicy.” Then he pecks my mouth. The little kiss is extremely satisfying in its promise that later we'll indulge ourselves, but also in that he's committed to us. My heart melts, and I’m content for the moment.
He reaches for the plate, picks it up, and says, “pick for me.”
I take another swig on my beer, then examine the goodies. “Men love bacon, so the bacon-wrapped thingie.”
He grins. “Men do love bacon.” He leans over the plate and maneuvers it with his lips and tongue into his mouth.
I smirk, “You're making that look damn, delicious, Mr. Malone.”
He winks as he chews, then after he swallows, he quickly says, “Beer.”
“Hot?” I laugh, then lift his beer to his lips. But he is so tall; the angle is wrong. Trying to help, he leans over, but he only makes it worse. Tipping it too high, I nearly drown him. Laughing out loud at how ridiculous this simple thing has become, I admit. “Oh my god. I totally suck at this.”
Slurping the bottle like a pig, he manages to drink most of the beer, and only a small amount trickles down his chin. When he stands back up, he wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
“I’m so sorry!” I laugh. “I wasn’t trying to drown you, I promise!”
He chuckles. “Good thing I’m adept at surviving waterboarding.”
My face freezes and all I can do is stare at him. “…waterboarding?”
The term jolts me, and suddenly I see him as a Navy SEAL, and know being a SEAL, means there is no doubt that he's killed before.”
I raise my hand to my face, mortified. Hiding behind my beer, I shake my head. “Oh my god, Jocko. I can’t…”
He sets the plate down, grabs my shoulders, and leans down to look me in the eye. “Hey.”
“I can’t imagine what you've seen and done.”
He takes the beer out of my hand and sets it down by the plate. “Jorja, don’t. Don’t go there.”
“You're a fucking Navy SEAL.”
He takes his beer out of my other hand and sets it down next to my beer. Then he takes my hands in his and squats to look directly into my eyes. Then he commands. “Look at me.”
When I do, he says, “Look into my eyes.”
I stare into his. “What do you see?”
I search them before I answer. “I see … honor.”
He smiles, and my panic eases. “We call what you're feeling ‘Shock and Awe.’”
I smile weakly back. “That sounds about right.”
He says in earnest. “I will always be a SEAL, but I'm a former Navy SEAL. Do you understand what I mean by that?”
I nod, losing myself in his eyes. “I do.”
He wraps his arms around me, and I place my face on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, he says, “I’m just a man, Jorja.”
Feeling better, secure in his arms, I smirk. “You're more than just a man, Jocko Malone.” I lean back to look up into his handsome face. “You're a badass!”
He smirks as he tilts his head in agreement.
Just then, we hear a loud commotion in the house. It sounds like something wild is on the loose. Then the back-door bursts open, and Luke, Grayson, and Sidney’s son, rushes out, yelling, “Jocko! You’re back!” He takes five steps, and he leaps into the air.
Jocko catches him, lifts him overhead, and shakes his body like he is a rag doll.
Luke squeals and giggles.
Jocko tosses him up into the air, pretends to drop him, then pulls him into a sumo wrestler hug, dangling his feet. Then Jocko begins tickling him without mercy.
Luke starts screaming with laughter.
“Quit! Quit! Okay. Okay. I give. I give.”
Jocko sets him on his feet, pulls him tight against his chest, and gives him a sincere hug. “Hey, little buddy. How you been?”
He answers, muffled against Jocko’s chest. “Good. I've missed you.”
“Yeah, it's been a while. You were this big last time I saw you.” Jocko holds his hand down around his waist. “You're growing up way too fast.”
Luke looks up at him and brags. “I’m eleven and a half!” Then he asks, “where’s your dog?”
“He’s inside with Aunt Betsy.”
“Can I pet him?”
“Sure, just don’t try to take his bone away.”
Luke rushes back inside. Jocko stares at the closed door for a few moments, and I realize he choked-up holding Luke.
I offer him the plate of food. He takes a cheese stick and pops it in his mouth. Then strolls over to the cooler to get another beer. When he opens the lid, he looks at me. “Are you ready for another?”
“No. I’m still good.”
He drops the lid and twists the cap off. “Lightweight.”
“I prefer, cheap date.”
He laughs out loud. “I prefer that too, actually.”
We stand together in silence. He eats completely unselfconscious at how much food he puts away, and I enjoy watching him indulge. The way his lips part when the food approaches; the way his tongue touches it, then draws it inside; the movement of his mouth as he chews; the pulsating of his Adam apple as he drains his beer.
Damn. I'm doomed. This man does it for me, like no one else.