Page 44 of SEAL Mates

My cock started to react as the fantasy, the one I was toying in my head, started feeling as if it was my reality.

“Why do you always look at me like that?”

I shrugged as I dismissed her question.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know if you like me, but hate me. Or a mixture of both.”

I hated to think of her, thinking that way about me.

“I suppose, I’m not used to being around women. Sure, women come here to fix their car. I was raised by dad and he had the odd girlfriend. The Navy sure there were some there, but we never really thought of them as women.”

She motioned for me to eat.

“Is that why you live with Alec and Derek?”

I chuckled, “No. I do that because it is cheap.”

Then I popped a sausage in my mouth, and tasted it. Shit, it was pure heaven. I wasn’t the best eater, if anything compared to Alec and Derek I ate the worst in the household.

“Shit, where did you get these from?”

She crossed her legs, as if she was proud of the compliment. Something I hardly gave away. Then again, when you spend most of the time hanging around guys, you don’t need to do it.

“Well there is the new Delicatessen out on Franklin. I bought them from there.”

I nodded, “I heard about that place. Heard it was quite popular, but I’ve never been.”

“Seriously Blake, how old are you?”

“Twenty-nine.”

I stopped eating and felt defensive all of a sudden, as I knew what direction the conversation was heading.

“You literally just work, eat and sleep. Damn when I was your age…”

“How old are you? Seeing as we’re getting personal.”

“Forty-Seven. My kids are twenty-six, fifteen and eight.”

“I suppose if I was never in the Navy then I would want to do something interesting. Fun. But when you’ve seen so much shit and especially after dad died, I didn’t feel like it. I just wanted a quiet life, which was granted to me when I lost my hearing.”

“When did you join the Navy?”

Every question was asked by her picking at her food, and glances towards me. No one asked about me. I wasn’t the interesting guy, like she’d kindly pointed out to me. I should have been offended, but I couldn’t because I knew she was right.

“When I was eighteen. Fresh out of high school. Dad died in some freak shootout and Alec and I had been together for the first time in a long time. Mom had run off with her new boyfriend the moment Alec graduated and we were pretty much by ourselves.”

Her eyes were wide open, and she’d stopped eating as if she was taking in the information and was shocked by what I was saying.

“Look, it's no big deal now. At the time, we were like, what the fuck! Now. It’s like, yeah this happened and we got over it.”

She picked up a sandwich and started to eat, avoiding my stare as I continued to talk.

“You can’t change the past, but you can make the future better.”

She nodded in agreement. “That you can do for sure. You seem to be doing that.”

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