Marine Mate

I Would Of Ask Φ

My eyes, like a magnet, lands on the picturesque man dressed in a tight fitted black T-shirt and gray boot cut jeans with checkered vans. He's laughing at what Monroe said, most likely at one of his inappropriate jokes.

Leon, sensing my presence, turns his head to me smiling brighter than the sun. "Hey Emmett, come join us!" Leon pats a stool beside him.

My heart pounds faster, I can hear the beating in my ears, so I know everyone in this room could also hear. I don't know about being so close to him, but I sit on the bar stool anyway.

With a concern expression Leon, spins the stool so he's facing me. "So Emmett, how's the wounds?"

Keeping my raging emotions off my face, I respond to his question. "It's been a few weeks. It's mostly healed. I can move around without sharp pains from my abdomine and jaw. "

His face looks relieved when he hears my words. Do I affect him like he does me? I feel a connection to him. Does he feel it like I do? Lord knows I hope so. I want to settle down and start a family. I don't want to be a quick fuck.

That part of my life it over.

I want what I feel with him. When I'm around him, I feel like I can let everything go. That I don't have to be reserved to hide the real me. That I can be happy with this man.

"I'm going to my club later on today. You guys are invited." Leon takes a swig of the beer in his hand.

"Are you sure you want to invite us?" I ask.

"Why wouldn't I? My friends are waiting to meet you, because Michael talked about you all the time. " Leon's words has me nodding my head.

"I guess I can go." I smile. "What time?"

"You can go shower and change, we'll leave after." Leon smirks sexily.

I nod once as I get off the stool, and go up the stairs. Grabbing low hanging jeans, and plain shirt, socks, and underwear from my closet, I then undress and step into the shower to clean the sweat off my body.

Being in the military for so long, my showers aren't long, taking about 4 minutes to wash my body and hair.

Grabbing a clean towel, I hurry and dry my body and hair. Putting on my clothes, I then tread to my bed to sit and slide on my clean socks and vans.

Grabbing my wallet, phone, and keys I go back down stairs. As I turn into the kitchen, I run into Leon.

His arms snake around my waist. Leon's body is solid muscle. I have to refrain myself from running my hands down his torso.

Glancing up at him, his lips are pulled back into a cocky smirk like he knows my desire.

"Finally!" I think Monroe is the one that cheers happily.

"You're ruined their moment, moron!" A whack and an 'ow."

Monroe moans loudly as I'm sure he is thrusting his hips. "I love it when your rough!"

Leon, I can tell is very reluctant to remove his arms from my waist by the disappointment evident in his eyes.

"Come on, you can continue your foreplay on the way to the club." We all follow Leon to the two vehicles we are taking.

I'm driving one and Monroe the other, we split into two groups. I don't really care who I get, as long as Leon is in my car.

Having to refrain from cheering as Leon climbs into the passenger seat as I the driver's.

I follow Leon's instructions. Not much conversation happens on the drive there. As we get to the club, I park, then climb out with everyone else.

Again I follow as Leon leads us to the back where a bouncer recognizes Leon, opening a black door to let us all in.

The corridor leads us to stairs which takes us to the VIP section. The music isn't loud, as I can see that the glass that separates us from the club blocks most of the sound.

The room is a black and maroon theme, but I don't dwell on it for a couple that I known since high school is sitting on a chair.

"Well if it isn't Jason and Devon!" Before I even finish, Jay is off his handsome Devon's lap, almost tackling me to the ground.

"If I would of known you were the Emmett Leon won't shut up about I would of had you two paired together by now!" And in the true fashion of Jason's personality, he licks my cheek in greeting.

"Damn it Jay! If I wanted Devon's cum on my cheek from when you sucked him dry, I would of ask!" I glare at the little weirdo as I wipe my cheek.

The little diva has the nerve to lick me again. "Honey, when I blow Devon, I don't waste a drop."

"Do you really have to talk about blowing and cum?" Devon arches an eyebrow in question. "All this sex talk is making me horny."

"It doesn't take you a lot." I smirk before planting my ass on the nearest chair.

The others sit down also, Leon right next to me filling my senses and clouding my thoughts.

"So, Emmett...." Jay draws out my name with mock innocence. I know where this is going. "Leon's pretty hot."

Before I could respond, a blonde waitress in a maroon clingy dress with black stilettos, places a few full bottles of different liquor on the small table in the middle of the seating area. Shot glasses and whiskey glasses are already on the table.

This is going to be a long night, not only because Leon is mere centimeter away from, Jay is going to do everything in his power to get me to 'make my move' on him.

I'm gonna need a drink.

Or multiple.

I just might make a move.