"Excuse me, gentlemen, but is there a reason you're in a ladies' restroom when neither one of you clearly are?" The strong yet elderly voice cut through the swamp of hormones currently drowning her.
Without missing a beat or turning his unnerving gaze away from Lexa's eyes, Cowboy spoke to the petite gray-haired woman who'd addressed them both. "Ma'am." He tipped his hat in the other woman's direction before dropping both arms to hang out at his side. "I'm confused." He said the last part as a whispered confession.
The little lady scooted closer to the big man, one hand patting his thick arm. "Confused, dear?"
"Yep, seems to me I just may be a lesbian stuck in a man's body."
How Cowboy kept a straight face while telling the grandmotherly woman one of the oldest and tackiest jokes on the planet, Lexa would never know.
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Jagger wanted to smack the back of his buddy's head hard. Maybe with a baseball bat? Instead of looking guilty for feeding the nice old lady a line, Trip had simply charmed his way into the woman's good graces. Even earning the number for the local gay therapist before they'd both been firmly shoved outside the ladies' room.
"What crawled up your ass an' died?" Trip questioned in a low tone as he lounged against the brightly colored wall, his hat now firmly lowered to once again hide the top half of his face.
"You did," Jagger answered without thinking from his position next to his friend.
Without missing a beat, Trip replied, "Never been in your ass, Jagger, not really interested, but thanks for the offer. And you might want to try talking a bit more to your girl instead of me, maybe even toss in a smile or compliment. Ya know to throw her off balance."
Instead of punching the shit out of his closest friend, Jagger ran his hands through his hair and tugged. Nothing about this day was making any sense. First his mother set him up on a fool's errand to pick up a childhood friend. Then he meets a woman straight out of his most erotic fantasy and feels her up in the middle of a crowded airport. To top it all off, he stalks her into a women's public restroom like some kind of demented loser with no life.
"I'm thinking I should have stayed in bed this morning." If he had then none of these embarrassing things would have happened. But his hard as a pike cock reminded him he never would have met or kissed such an amazing woman.
"Kind of hard to rearrange time and space just 'cause you got your thong in a twist over a woman." Trip's voice carried low so only Jagger would be able to hear his remarks.
"You're an asshole," was Jagger only mature reply.
"Might be an asshole," Trip replied, a smile warming his voice. "But I at least figured out the identity of our mystery lady."
The words had Jagger launching himself off the wall and into his friend's personal space. A heartbeat away from grabbing Trip's shirt and pounding the answers out of his friend, Jagger took a careful step back. He made sure to take long even breaths, unclenching his fists in the process.
"What do you know?" he finally found calm long enough to ask.
"Well," Trip drawled out, his Texas accent more pronounced than ever. "Seems to me like the lady knew you. Knew you pretty well too considering she had her tongue down your throat, all nice and friendly like."
"So?" Jagger wasn't an ego driven guy, at least not when it came to women. Sure he looked good, his body needed to be in perfect shape in order to do what needed. The guys on the team relied on each other, had to or no mission would succeed.
The Navy ensured he had confidence in every other aspect of his life. There were multiple ways to kill a man engrained in his psyche, along with pretty much anything else the military felt necessary. So yeah, confidence in his job was one thing, but having strange gorgeous women throw themselves in his arms wasn't a normal every day occurrence.
There were always the women who hung around bars near the base, known to cater to military men and especially the SEALs. Fucking one the bunnies left him wishing he'd just jacked off. At least then he'd be more satisfied and wouldn't stink of perfume from a woman who only slept with him for bragging rights.
"So she's A—"
"She's standing right here, wondering what the hell is the matter with the two of you."
Both men jerked to attention, their gazes immediately landing on the goddess standing impatiently before them, arms crossed under her generous breasts and one heel tapping impatiently on the floor. Her stance shoved those lovely tits up enough to make Jagger's mouth water, and he couldn't drag his gaze away from the soft looking flesh. He wondered if her nipples were cherry red, soft pink, or that all too allusive dusky rose.
"My face is up here, boys." The arms supporting man's favorite body part, at least this man’s, dropped.