Page 4 of Frog Hog
I nod. “I mean, I’ve tried dating other guys, but I don’t get the same thrill. I’m not speaking about you, because you’re an asshole, but there’s nothing quite like being in bed with a man who hasyourqualities.”
“You saidyourqualities,” Hutch says, smiling.
He leans toward me. “Fucking is great, Valen. The fucking is the easy part. Are you ready for everything else?” His green eyes meet mine, and the promise I see in them causes a riot of emotions. I want wet sloppy sex, but I want more than one night with him.
Leaning away, I fold my arms across my chest again. “I’m a big girl. I can deal with more than you give me credit for.”
He swallows. “And you’ll be a one man woman?” he asks.
“Of course. Weren’t you listening to me? I came here because this is where you guys hang out. It was a mistake the first few times—an adrenaline rush. It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind. I want a relationship. A SEAL to call my own.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “You know, they told me about Frog Hogs when I was going through BUD/s. At first it’s hard to believe anyone would seek out men like us. Men who leave more than they’re home. Have you ever dated one? More than a night,” he says, amending his question.
I groan, look at my watch and then let my eyes scan the room. A few people are watching us, but mostly we’re off everyone’s radar. I bet the bitches looking at me now are waiting to swoop in and snatch Hutch up as soon as he rises from his seat. Little do they know. Good fucking luck, ducks. “I haven’t actually dated one, no.”
“Date me then,” he says.
I turn to glimpse his face. I must look shocked because his response to my expression is amused. “Why would I date you after everything you just said?” This is exactly what I want to hear, but I’m not sure of his intentions. They don’t make sense to me, but I’m not about to question them. Not now, at least.
Hutch lifts his chin over my shoulder. “All my friends want to see the heart on your left hip bone. I’m not into that…yet. I’m probably the only man in this bar that will turn away your pussy in favor of dating you. And I’m a SEAL. That fits all of your criteria, does it not?”
“I don’t get it. You seem obviously repulsed by who I am, yet you want to date me?”
“I haven’t had much luck in the way of dating these days. Like I said once before, which you chose to ignore, you’re a beautiful girl. Any man would be lucky to date you. Even if you do swear like a salty pirate hooker.”
I readjust my top. “Thanks for the compliment. I’m not sure I understand your reasons for wanting to date me. I get the reservations.” I’ve fucked his friends. “I’d appreciate it if you never bring up my tattoo again. It’s a little awkward.”
“What about that trick you can do with your tongue?” he asks, catching his tongue between his teeth. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t bring that up either,” he amends when he sees my scowl.
My heart-rate is skyrocketing at the prospect of dating him. I don’t want to. In fact, I think I might hate him, but I can’t deny that he speaks the truth. I’ve destroyed all chances of most men respecting me enough to date me instead of tossing me out with the splooge filled condom. This is what I want. Hutch is offering an olive branch in the form of not fucking me.
“Tell me about yourself,” I say.
His mouth opens in a small smile. “You already know everything you care to know about me. Don’t you?”
He turns to the side and pulls on the collar of his shirt. It’s a nonchalant gesture that makes more of his frog tattoo visible.
My pussy drips with need. I swallow down the dirty words I want to say and instead whisper, “Where are you from?”
