The Only Bitch For Me

It had been so long since I’d seen her that I’d almost forgotten how bossy she could be. She sauntered up – late, as usual – to where I was standing at the bar. We greeted one another with a hug and a kiss on each cheek. Before I could utter a word she gave me a cursory once over and piped up, “Are you going to buy me a drink then?”

No niceties, not even a “how are you?” You wouldn’t think I’d just returned from a fucking war zone, would you? Six months in Afghanistan, risking life and limb. Cool as a cucumber, she was. And yet at the same time, she was so hot she’d make Satan sweat.

However, I was used to Cassie and her ways by now. So without missing a beat, I asked what she wanted and gave her order to the barman. Taking the drinks, I followed her and her wiggling arse as she made her way to a table. When she selected one as far away from all the other patrons as possible, I knew how this was going to play out. My cock twitched in anticipation.

Placing the drinks down on the table, I hurried to pull out her chair and help her into it. She nodded her thanks and took a sip from her wine glass as she waited for me to sit down.

“So you’re back then,” she said, eyeing me, as if looking for scars or wounds. I...