Chapter 1

 

 

"I just love a man in uniform," a soft female voice purred from behind Nate.

Nate smirked at his buddy, Brian - a fellow Marine - and slowly turned around to get a look at the face behind the sultry voice. Taking a swig from his beer he gave the leggy blonde one of his patented 'seduce her' smiles.

Long legs, large round breasts, long silky golden hair. Yep, she's a sexy little thing, his eyes affirmed as he surveyed her body from head to toe, This just might be my lucky night.

"Well then you're in the right place." His eyes scanned the bar which the majority of Marines from his base frequented. There was a sea of men, all with shaved heads. Most women stayed away from this particular bar. The only ones that wandered into the Wrangler Tavern were those looking to snag themselves a Marine for the night. Taking a look at the blonde he determined she was no exception to the rule.

"So how about you buy a girl a drink?" Closing the distance between them, she ran her index finger down the length of his uniformed chest.

Nate's body began to rev up in anticipation of a night filled with fucking the fine piece of ass standing in front of him. "I certainly could."

A sexy smile touched her lips. "A beer would be fine."

"Alright, a beer it is," he responded turning to order from the bartender.

"Hey Nate," Brian nudged Nate's shoulder before he had a chance to give the bartender his order.

"Ya," he said turning back to face Brian.

"Isn't that your neighbour?" Brian pointed across the crowd to a shapely dark-haired woman who was in the process of stripping on a table.

Evelyn - at the Wrangler Tavern? He chuckled at the absurdity of the thought. Taking another swig from his bottle of beer, Nate's eyes followed Brian's finger and he found himself choking. He coughed and spluttered a moment before bringing his eyes back to the woman Brian was pointing out.

"Isn't that Evelyn?" Brian asked again.

Nate's mouth dropped. He could hardly believe what his eyes were seeing. The woman he was watching was standing on a table and doing her best stripper imitation, swinging her white blouse high above her head, to the delighted cheers of the nearby Marines. Her pert breasts covered with just a flimsy black lace bra, bounced with each rotation. Luckily, she hadn't gotten around to removing her bra or mid-thigh length black, pleated skirt.

He didn't know Evelyn well; she'd just moved in next to him a few months ago, but he did know a few things about her. The first of those things was that she was very uptight and conservative. There was no way in hell the woman who was swinging her blouse over her head and was now in the process of flinging it into the gathered crowd of a couple dozen or more Marines could be Eve.

Nate shook his head. "It can't be her, man."

Brian narrowed his eyes, and stared another minute. "Oh, I bet it is."

"So what about that drink, honey?" The blonde prompted, running a finger up and down the length of his arm.

"Ya, one minute," he muttered to the blonde without bothering to look at her. He continued to watch the woman who resembled Evelyn as she pulled one of the men from his unit up on the table with her. She started to use his body as she would a stripper pole, bumping and grinding against him. "Oh, fuck me," he groaned inwardly on realizing that it was, indeed, Evelyn.