by Mia Soto
Military Man
By
Mia Soto
Text copyright © 2016 Mia Soto
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
“I said I’d be there.” She stacked some papers in her hands and whipped a loose lock behind her ear. Ashely could be infuriatingly aggravating when she got on something.
“Ok, you promised.”
“Yes, but if you don’t let me go I won’t be able to leave on time.”
“Ok, ok. I’m getting there at six. Jennifer said everyone gets there early for happy hour.”
Lycée rolled her eyes. “Some of us have jobs, Ash.”
“I have a job.”
She felt bad immediately because she could hear the hurt in Ashley’s voice. She wasn’t one to look down her nose at other people and she knew Ashley was a little bit intimidated by her. Not that she was so impressive because she wasn’t. Ashely was a bartender and she was a lawyer who wasn’t using her education at all. She tried to explain how much more honorable tending bar was than tending a spoiled, indulgent billionaire brat but somehow it never got through to Ashley.
“I know you do. But you know what I mean. If I don’t pop in his binky and put on his favorite bedtime show he won’t leave me alone to have fun.”
“Yep, ok,” Ashley still sounded off. “It’s kind of a dive bar ok?”
“Yeah sure.”
“They like jeans and boots in this place.” She kept pressing.
“Look, I’m not going home first to change or I’m not coming back out. I’m tired. I don’t want to go. You promised me pizza, wine and movies not beer, burgers and boys.” She laughed at her alliteration and so did Ash.
“You’re such grump these days. Let’s have some fun tonight. Take one home and use the hell out of him.”
Lycée laughed, “that is the best idea I’ve heard in a long time but if he isn’t interested in office not so casual I may be out of luck. Thank God I bought batteries today.”
Ashley hooted, “Lycée! No mechanical loving tonight.” They both cracked up and said goodbye on good terms.
Six rolled around and Brandt was still locked in his office with the girl he’d taken to lunch. Nobody was wondering what was going on because he’d picked a loud one. Lycée and Deb, his personal assistant, had locked the main vestibule doors to the executive offices awhile back trying to keep out extra ears from hearing the orgy going on behind the closed doors to Brandt's office.
Lycée stacked some folders for his signature, grabbed her toiletries kit that she kept in her side drawer and headed to the ladies’ room. She did some dabbing of oil and touching up of makeup, brushing of teeth. It didn’t look bad and she was going to leave it at that when she decided to take her bronze hair down from the chignon it was in. It was messy by then anyway. She brushed out the kinks and for once it looked spectacular after being set free from its bun. She took that as a sign from the gods.
Since she was making the effort she slipped off her jacket to reveal the halter top under. She’d found it at one of her favorite stores. The back plunged down dangerously low, clasping at the bottom in a row of buttons, but if the jacket never came off nobody knew it. And as a result she didn’t get all hot and sticky like could happen in a suit jacket. The front had a gathered plunging neckline that she made demure for day with some garment tape. She was having fun so she ripped the tape off and repositioned things so her cleavage was elegantly rounding at the edges but not falling out. This was getting good. She remembered she had some night heels in her desk and decided on making a shoe change. She was damn sure this was not a look that often ended up in the bar she was heading to but if she was going to stick out she might as well make it memorable for everyone.
She got to the area and had to park a few blocks down. She had circled once and the place was packed. It wasn’t exactly how she wanted to spend the night but she put on a happy smile because Ash was a sport who indulged what Lycée wanted to do more often than not. She walked up to the bar and started to lose some confidence in the sexy office marm costume she’d morphed into at the office. A lot of eyes turned, male and female, appreciative and not so appreciative. She wasn’t out to steal anybody’s anything. So she tucked her eyes a little and walked into the bar. Ash had texted that they were in the back at a table.
As soon as she walked in she regretted not going home to change. She more than stuck out. She saw some girls decked out but they were decked out in ‘come get me’ looks. Their agenda was obvious. She didn't want to get lumped into that group because of a lack of other options for which group to lump her into. Then she saw Ash waving frantically from the back and she relaxed a little. A little toss of her mane gave her back some confidence and she put on her confident office walk as she crossed the bar under some interested looks. The table they were at was full and happy. There were a lot of men and each seemed to have a woman attached to them. Some of the women seemed happy to see her, some not so much. Ash was at her side almost immediately.
“You’re late.” She was clearly buzzing because she had a bright red blush on her face.
“I know I couldn’t find parking. I feel like Where’s Waldo right now? One of us here does not belong?”
Ashley laughed, “I told you to go home and change. Let me introduce you. Guys, girls this is Lycée. Lycée, the gang. You’ll figure out everyone’s name eventually.”
Lycée gave her a look for that halfhearted attempt at introduction. “Hi everyone. Nice to meet you.”
She looked around the table. Some of the guys were older, some younger. They all seemed pretty taken so she didn’t know why Ashley had been making such a big deal about her meeting them. It seemed Ashely’s one goal had become to matchmaker Lycée into a relationship. Lycée had been burnt one too many times to really feel like walking that walk again yet. Relationships, for her, seemed to burn bright, hard and fade as darkly, softly. She wanted to find someone but maybe not that Friday, in a bar, after work, when she’d rather be home.
The guys all looked to be in ridiculous shape and she could see tattoos creeping out from under some of their sleeves. As her eyes quickly scanned she noticed the one closest to her was drop dead gorgeous even with what looked like some serious scars on his right cheek. He had a buxom, enthusiastic blond on his lap, but his dark eyes were seared on Lycée. It was so disconcerting and intense a look that she did a double take in surprise.
She was grateful when she felt Ash pull her away to the bar calling to the group, “ok, we’re here to have fun not hang out with you old married people.”
“Are they all married,” Lycée asked as they were headed to the bar because for some reason if they were, especially tall, dark, and built, she would have been a little disappointed. Though she found it hard to believe that the girl sitting on his lap right then was a wife.
“No, not all of them but I always tease them because even the single ones seem to have some girl hanging on them five minutes into being here.”
“They are seriously built for being marine biologists.” Lycée agreed and recoiled under Ash’s confused snarl. “What?”
“They’re not marine biologists. Where did you get that?”
“That’s what you told me. They train seals.”
Ashely busted out laughing like she’d heard the funniest
joke ever. “Holy shit, Lycée you are always good for a laugh.” Lycée felt really self-conscious because she hadn’t been trying to be funny at all. “I said they are trained SEALs. They are SEALs. Like in the military.”
Lycée could feel the dawning crossing her face. “Oooh, SEALs.”
“You do know what that is, right?”
“Yeah, sorta. I don’t know a lot about the military. I’ve seen some movies.”
“Oh God, don’t say that to them or any other guy who approaches you tonight because he’s probably going to be a SEAL.”
Lycée shot Ash an exasperated look. “I’ll try not to embarrass you.”
“Finally, I know more than you about something. Let’s a get a drink.”
“Definitely,” Lycée agreed.
They had order up a few drinks when the bartender came back with them. He slid Lycée’s over to her and said, “on the house, provided I get your number before you leave.”
She was about to answer when a large masculine form pressed into her back and a thick arm reached around with a twenty-dollar bill. “Sorry, pal. Her drinks are paid for.”
The bartender shot them a look before walking away disgusted. She circled her fingers around her glass and looked over her shoulder with a coy smile. There he was smiling back at her. He’d obviously extracted himself from the company of Malibu Barbi. She turned and put her elbows on the bar and cocked a hip.
“Well, if you’re going to buy my drinks, I should at least know your name.” She flirted. He put his hands on either side of her and she grew uncomfortable. He was obviously way better at this game than her.
“Ork. My name is Ork.”
Chapter 2
Shit, she was even more beautiful up close. He’d noticed her the minute she walked in, every male in there had. Not his type. She was all office, probably a ball buster. But anything that looked as good as she looked in office clothes was worth a second glance. On second glance, he had noticed the round cleavage peaking out from the deep cut shirt, and when she turned to greet Ashley, he saw the sleek expanse of naked back flesh. He’d felt himself audibly suck air in. All of her features were delicate, perfect.
It took him a short moment after she left to form a plan. He needed to act fast because she was attracting attention from all areas even if she wasn’t noticing it yet. It took something remarkable for him to drop his preferred BB&B (blond, blue eyed, and boobs) for the exact opposite but he was positive this exotic bombshell was worth it.
He’d hang with her for the night, or two. He was pretty sure it would take a few nights to learn all her secrets then he’d get back to his regularly scheduled programming the next week. His name seemed to catch her by surprise and the wry smile and sexy glean in her eyes told him he was in for the kind of night he wouldn’t forget soon.
“Ork? Ork as in J.R.R. Tolkien?”
It was his turn to be surprised. He didn’t hang out with girls who knew J.R.R. Tolkien or who, at the very least, had ever seen the movies. He nodded. “That’s it.”
“Do your parents hate you?”
He chuckled. It was fun talking to someone bright, a little fearless. It seemed the only bright women he found were at work and thereby totally off limits, especially given his predilection for wanton sluttiness. “Not really, no. I’d say they love me. They’re proud of me.”
“Then why Ork?’ She took a sip of her drink and her tongue licked a little of the wetness from her lips and he could feel his body stiffen.
“It’s a nickname. We all get them.” He pointed at one of the guys and said, “that’s Hawkeye. That’s Doc. That’s Tatanka. Beehive and Tesla aren’t here.” He smiled at her quizzical look.
“How do you guys get these names? Is there a book of acceptable tough guy nick names?” She was poking fun a little and usually that would have pissed him off, turned him off and turned him away. But he could tell she didn’t mean any harm and she was playing with him a little. Girls didn’t play with him. Quite the opposite. So it was a unique feeling to be at the end of a little gentle ribbing.
“Well, Hawkeye’s grandfather was in Korea and he raised Hawkeye and they always watched M*A*S*H reruns together. Doc is the group medic. Tatanka and I get ours for the obvious reason.”
She looked over at Tatanka, and Ork couldn’t help but notice how beautiful a profile she had or the way her hair cascaded around her. She looked back at him with those wide full eyes, green, they were green with a lot of specks of brown in them. They were breathtaking. “’Cause you’re both really big?”
He had to do a mental shake out of his ramblings about her beauty to realize she had figured out why his nickname was what it was. “Yeah, exactly. The books are my favorite. But the movies didn't disappoint. He likes Dances. It stuck.”
“I've never read the books. Point for you.” She looked cocky, liked she'd taken him for a dumb jock and was having to reassess. She continued, “They’re both good movies. I like Lord of the Rings better, though.” She smiled that wry smile again and tucked her hair behind her ear and he noticed her nails were short and manicured without color. Perfect again.
“So you come here often?” He asked jokingly. Her eyes lit up at that.
“No, never,” she replied. “Let me guess, you do come here often.” He shrugged and watched her looking around. “Lots of low hanging fruit.” She sipped her drink.
“I’m a fan of the higher branches. Less likely the fruit’s been nibbled on.” She cracked up at that and his heart skipped a beat because her all out smile was spectacular, lighting up her face from one end to the other.
“You,” She pointed a finger into his chest and when it didn’t move even a fraction her eyes widened. “are a handful.”
“I could be your handful tonight.”
“And so confident. But what makes you think I might not be your handful tonight.” She bit her lip and raised her eyebrows and he exercised supreme self-control not to drag her mouth over to his and devour her.
“I’m counting on it.”
She blushed and looked to the side then back and conceded, “it could be fun.”
“Oh, I’m a lot of fun,” he assured her and her expression grew amused.
“I bet you are. But so am I.” Fuck yes. Finally, someone he wanted to fuck and talk to. He couldn’t wait to hear what was going to come out of her mouth next. “But here’s the deal, if you want to have fun with me. Two things,” she held up two of those perfect fingers and smiled. “One – the fun better be fun for both of us or there won’t be any more fun. Two – no falling in love with me.”
Well, Goddamn. Those were his rules, albeit, usually unstated. “I think you have a deal, Beautiful.” He entwined his fingers with hers and ignored the pulsating shock that went through his body upon first touching her. “Let’s go.”
“Not yet,” She untangled her hand from his. “I just got here.” He sighed frustrated, most women would have left, star struck and eager to get in his bed. She leaned back against the bar again. “Tell me about yourself.”
“You know my name. I think you’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to get you somewhere that I can make you scream my name out loudly and often from that gorgeous mouth of yours.” She was blushing again and he’d bet his last dollar that it covered her whole body. What he wouldn’t do to see that, a full body Lycée blush. Shit, he needed to get his thoughts under control or he was going to bust it right there.
She bit her lip again and turned directly toward him. With a little shuffle she was pressed up against him and she tip toed to bring her mouth as close to his ear as she could before saying, “maybe I’ll return the favor. And I guarantee it, I can bring tears to your eyes with my gorgeous mouth.”
He shuddered and clasped his arm tightly around her waist. “I’m ready. Now. And we’re going.”
"Not yet." She smiled coyly then answered his frustrated look. "Patience is a virtue. So you're a SEAL?”
He chuckled to himself as he swigged from his beer. "So you know
what I do?”
She shrugged and his guard went up. Was she one of those frog hogs after all? He hadn't pegged her for that.
"Ash told me. What does that mean? Like what do you do every day?"
So she wasn't one of them. If she was she'd have known better than him what he did each day. Thanks to some loosed lipped brothers in arms who lost all discretion when their cocks got hard, a little of the secrecy surrounding the SEALs had been varnished. He was trying to figure out what to tell her because normally he'd give a 'you're on a need to know basis and you don't need to know' answer but he didn't want to blow her off like that for some reason.
Then she spoke again. "So I guess if you tell me you'd have to kill me. Then don't tell me. I don't want to die. Not before we have fun together." She emphasized the ‘n’ in fun and his body clenched. Shit she was playing his game better than him.
"What do you do?" He shifted the topic. She frowned. He didn't like her frown.
"Maybe we both get to keep secrets."
He frowned. He didn't like that answer. Usually, they couldn't wait to tell him how they were aspiring actresses or models. He knew she wasn't either of those things. He expected some office job. Why wouldn't she share it? Then her phone buzzed and she flipped it up. A text had come in and the only thing he saw before she turned it away from his view was - you fucked up. He frowned and waited while she answered. She got caught up in a back and forth for a few minutes. Then she looked up sheepishly.
"My work."
"They usually talk to you like that - you fucked up?"