Page 12 of Her Marine
“Sure. Why don’t you ladies finish this round, and then we can play on teams,” Axel answered, and Killian decided he would give Journee a little reprieve to get herself together.
“I’m going to go get a drink. Would either of you like anything?” he asked, his eyes still on Journee.
Kaydence gave her drink order, and Journee thought for a moment, starting to ask for one but changing her mind at the last minute and asking for a different one quietly. It made him smirk a little. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but this shy act she was putting on wasn’t her, and he was determined to get her out of it, even if he was the one knocking her off balance.
Killian went to the bar, ordering drinks for everyone. He hadn’t bothered asking Axel what he wanted. His best friend was a creature of habit, and he knew the man well.
The line at the bar was shorter than the food line, so Killian had their drinks and was back in a matter of six minutes or so. He passed them out, taking a seat. It wasn’t lost on him that Journee was going out of her way to avoid looking at him, but she didn’t need to. The tension between them was so palpable Killian knew it could have been cut with a chainsaw.
The rest of the game went on in the same fashion, and Kaydence won. Killian couldn’t decide if that was because she was good at bowling or if Journee had been distracted.
“Alright,” Kaydence called their attention, clapping her hands together. “New game. Axel and I against Journee and Killian.”
Killian mentally smirked, knowing that a protest was coming, and he didn’t have to wait but a millisecond to be proven correct.
“Um, how about you and me against Axel and Killian,” Journee attempted, and Killian sipped his drink.
“I just beat you. I want the best chance at winning again,” Kaydence countered. Once she’d placed his and Axel’s names in the console, she walked over to them, shooing him off. “Go sit by your partner,” she commanded, and Killian smirked at her before getting up and doing what he was told.
Journee quickly got up to make her shot since she was on the screen to go first, and Killian wondered if she realized how futile that was, considering she would have to come back and sit beside him when her turn was over.
When she sat back down, she took a sip of her drink and actively avoided looking at him. She shifted in her seat, and Killian decided to break their silence.
“How’s your drink?” he questioned. It was an opening question. One he would use to figure out how closed off she would attempt to be.
“Good. Thanks.”
“How was your meeting with the future bride? Alijah, right?” Killian then asked.
For the first time, she turned and looked at him; surprise was written on her face. “It…was good.”
“Why do you look so surprised?” he inquired.
“I didn’t think you’d remember that.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he asked with a raised brow.
“It was just work stuff. I didn’t think anyone would pay that close of attention.”
Killian licked his lower lip. “I pay attention to you,” he informed her, and just like that, she averted her gaze and went back to giving him short answers to any question he asked.
Journee didn’t even weigh in much when a general conversation broke out. Though Killian suspected the other couple was letting them attempt to have dominion over the topics. It went like that the entire game.
When they finished that frame, Kaydence volunteered her and Axel to order them all food. Killian gave them his order while Journee did the same. The entire time, shooting daggers at her friend. Killian was sure Kaydence would have been under the bowling alley if looks could kill.
They’d sat silently for several long minutes before Killian decided he’d had enough of it. He would be all for her ignoring him if he was attempting to pursue her and she wasn’t attracted to him, but then again, Killian would have simply left her alone. There was a tigress under this faux shyness, and he wanted her to find her footing and get comfortable.
“Do you avoid looking me in the eyes because of the intensity behind them or because you imagine looking into them as I stroke deep?” Killian questioned nonchalantly before taking a drink of his second whiskey.
Journee gasped, her head whipping around to look at him, and Killian raised a brow at her. Slightly hoping that she would give him an answer, when she instead swallowed, he decided to continue.
“Is it because you can imagine how dark with desire they’d get when I’m balls deep in that sweet little pussy?” Placing his drink down, he leaned over and began to whisper in her ear. “Because you hear the way you’ll have me moaning in your ear when your walls grip me tight?”
Killian listened as her breathing pattern changed and knew he was getting to her. She was proving to him and herself, not that either of them needed her to, that she was as attracted to him as he was to her.
“The way they’ll stare into yours as I have you cumming all over my dick.”
Her hands on her thighs balled into a fist, and Killian knew she was attempting to keep them to herself. To not touch him because if pushing him away was what she wanted, she wouldn’t be hesitating.
