Page 14 of Her Marine
“Prove it.” She heard beside her ear, and she jumped slightly, looking over her shoulder. She hadn’t even heard him come up behind her and attributed it to his military training. “Nice spare,” he then stated, taking a step back.
“Thank you,” she responded as they headed back to their seats so Kaydence could go.
Journee went to sit, but Killian pulled her into his lap, and she gasped a little, not expecting it. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist, picking up his drink with the other hand. Journee was sure it was probably his third, but she’d learned that people in the military tended to have higher tolerances than most people. She was sure it was the stress that came along with the career.
When it was his turn to go, Journee didn’t want to get up. She enjoyed having his arm wrapped securely around her waist and the smell of his cologne surrounding her, but she moved over to the empty seat beside them.
She watched him pick up the ball, his long fingers slipping into the holes as he held it, and Journee wondered when in her adult life, she began to find hands attractive. Maybe it wasn’t that she found his hands attractive. It could have been the fact that her mind immediately went to what he could do with those fingers.
As he threw the ball down the lane, Journee watched as the muscles in his arm flexed. It wasn’t the first time she’d noticed them, but it was the first time she was letting herself enjoy looking at them. Hell, she was outright staring and was not worried about getting caught.
She’d been so caught up in admiring parts of him that had no business being as attractive as they were to her that she hadn’t noticed he’d rolled a strike until he was walking back over. When he sat down, she realized it was her turn, and she shook herself mentally.
Journee rolled her first ball, knocking down half of the pins, and getting all but one on her second roll.
As she headed back over, she thought momentarily about sitting in the empty seat. It was a fleeting thought as she reminded herself that she would not shy away from this man. They were both adults, and some adult fun may have been precisely what she needed to get out of her terrible dating rut and get back to herself. Even if the chemistry between them was purely sexually charged.
She sat in his lap, and Killian placed his arm back around her waist as Journee picked up her cup and took a sip of the daiquiri she was drinking. It wasn’t that good. She wanted a black cherry one, but they didn’t have it on the menu, so she’d settled for peach.
Killian tapping her thigh got her attention, and it took a second to realize that he wanted her to get up. She did but furrowed her brow when she saw that Kaydence was about to throw her second ball, so it wasn’t his turn.
She worked overtime to keep from watching him walk away. She figured he was probably going to the bathroom. His turn came around, and they waited for him.
“Journee, if he’s coming on too strong, tell him to back off. Killian has this uncanny habit of being too forward at times,” Axel told her.
“No, he’s fine. I’ve just never been pursued by someone who is that confident, more assertive than I’m used to the men I dated being.”
“Journee’s used to, not necessarily being the pursuer, but being the more outgoing one. So, this is new,” Kaydence supplied.
“Just means she was dating pussies,” Killian stated, coming back, and placing a drink in front of her before taking his turn. He rolled both of his balls, and Journee took her turn afterward.
She sat back in his lap and looked at the drink he’d sat down. It was a deep purple, and she wondered if he was lining up his next drink before he finished the one he was halfway done with.
“Try it,” he told her.
Journee picked it up, took a sip, and discovered it was delicious. It almost tasted like black cherry.
“It’s good,” she informed him.
“You didn’t seem to like the other one,” he replied, and it made her realize how much he paid attention. Whether that was a learned trait that came with his training or how he naturally was, she didn’t know. “It’s not exactly black cherry, but it’s close. Adding some pomegranate mix with regular cherry gives it that taste in the right ratio.”
“How’d you…”
“You started to ask for it but stopped when you realized they didn’t have it.”
“Perceptive, I see.”
Killian chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest, Journee felt it against her back, and she squeezed her legs together. Why was this man having such an effect on her? She would like to say it was because she hadn’t had sex with anyone in the past seven months. Even though she and David had broken up almost six months ago, they hadn’t had sex for over a month before then.
Getting herself off with the help of her toys was one thing but having someone else get her off was always better. She would blame it on that, but she hated lying to herself. This man was simply sexy. The personification of sex on legs. She would almost wager to say he was a walkingKama Sutra, and he hadn’t even done anything other than talking to her.
“I guess you could say that,” Killian responded.
They finished that game and played one more before calling it a night. Killian took her hand in his, and Journee allowed him to lead her toward the counter so they could pay for their games.
She reached into her purse to pay for her three games when she heard Killian state he was paying for all twelve. Journee went to protest, but he raised a brow at her, and she decided to choose her battles.
Once everything was paid for, they walked outside, her hand still in his. He pulled her around to stand in front of him.
