Page 55 of Rules of Engagement

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’sVerySpecial 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.

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