“Why?”
“Because he reminds me of my biggest regret.”
His lips dip down and I wish I had some way of cheering him up.
“Then come back.” The answer is simple, right?
“You don’t get it. Then he wins.”
“This isn’t about winning. You’re being stubborn.”
He unhooks his arm and stands. “Let’s just go home; I don’t want to go to the movies anymore.”
“Oh stop being such a lump. We can talk about this later, but you’re taking me to the movies.” I don’t wait for him to answer, but instead I stride straight to his illegally parked car.
At first I don’t hear the footsteps behind me, but he comes to his senses and before I reach the car door, he’s there opening it for me. When I peer up at him, arching my eyebrows, his eyes ping anywhere but at me. “You win, okay?”
I place my hand on the side of his stomach and step closer. “I don’t want to win. I want you to win.” With a small smile, I climb into his car.
In the solitude of his car for the limited time it takes him to jog around, I try to absorb the information he gave me. By no means did I think Rob was some slacker that Western kicked out, but a scholarship? That’s a whole other realm. Since it’s a touchy subject, I’m not going to press because regardless if he comes back or not, he has to make that decision.
“What are we going to see?” he asks once we’re on the road.
“You choose.”
“No, ladies choice.” His hand finds my thigh and I draw in a breath, relieved things aren’t awkward after the Professor Bridges and returning to school discussion.
“We can decide when we get there.”
“Sounds perfect.” He shoots a smile over to me in passing. It’s like a flick of a light switch how fast his mood can change. As though he’s gradually transforming back to who he is, or inspires to be.
WHAT THE HELL is wrong with me? Thank God we’re going to the movies so I can shove my mouth full of popcorn to stop the secrets from spilling. She must think I’m an all-round fuck-up. First I tell her about the accident and Carly, now she knows I threw away a scholarship because of pride. Pride of what, I still don’t know.
Even without thinking about Paige, Professor Bridges threw me off my game. I should have figured out he was Paige’s professor and asked her to meet me at home, or down the street. When he whispered to call him as he sauntered by, it only brought guilt of what I did. If I even decide to enroll again, our paths will cross, so maybe I should get the slaying of my ego over with and meet with the man who once referred to me as a new mind with brilliant ideas.
By the time we’re stepping up the stairs to the movie theater, with our arms filled with popcorn, drinks and candy, Professor Bridges has vanished from the depths of my mind with Paige’s swaying ass replacing him. She glances over her shoulder to make sure I’m following her. What, is she crazy? I’d follow her into a storm of gunfire.
I’m not sure why Paige’s choice to sit in the last row surprises me. Sometimes it’s like our minds are one. When I suggested a movie, you better be damned I expected some lip action. Especially since we’re back to platonic-a foot away-roommates with Dex and Chrissy’s return.
She sits down and peers around to the other six people sprinkled in the rows down from ours. “Is the last row okay with you?”
“Fuck yeah.” I plop down next to her, placing the pop in the cup holder between us.
She wiggles back and forth, as though she’s getting comfortable in her space. Imagining her ass wiggling into my cock this morning flicks to mind. The popcorn isn’t even in my lap before her hand is digging in the bucket. When I watch her dumbfounded in awe as she munches the buttery kernels, she notices and then cracks up. She stops chewing and her hand full of popcorn drops to her lap.
“You like your popcorn?” I joke with her, because it’s cute the way her tongue sneaks out and grabs each kernel, drawing it into her mouth. How can an act so normal be so sexual? Because it’s her.
“I’m starving,” she mumbles through a mouthful and then swallows. The more she becomes comfortable with me, the more attractive I find her. She helps herself to my gum or water in my car, and now she goes all caveman on the popcorn. I smile and confusion crosses her face, but I keep my thoughts to myself. Maybe because I’m still absorbing them myself.
The lights dim and the audio gets louder, signaling the movie is starting, or rather the twenty minutes of previews.
“I would have fed you,” I whisper in her ear and she shoos me with her hand.
“No, No. This is great.” She points at the popcorn in my lap and then relaxes back to her seat.
A half hour into the movie, the bad guys are chasing the good guy and I’m completely enthralled in what’s about to happen when Paige’s hand slips over our armrest. I shift in my seat as she cups my package through my jeans. Her palm rubs along the length of me as blood rushes to my dick that’s growing thicker with each swipe of her hand.
She leans over, and her tongue licks my neck up to my earlobe. “Relax,” she whispers and then a groan leaves my lips when she ventures back to her side.
I eye her as she moves our drink over to her side and slowly lifts the armrest between us. My blood begins pumping and I can’t keep my ass in the seat from the anticipation of what’s about to happen.
Bending over, her fingers unbutton my pants and she gently lowers my zipper. She withdraws my stiff dick and my eyes are already shutting. Then she stares up at me with hooded eyes and licks her lips in a dawdling pace.
Shit, I never thought she’d do something so public with others only a few rows down from us.
My breathing stops as I watch her move down to wrap her lips around me and then a slow stream of air flows through my lips once her warm mouth takes all of me. I look down to make sure no one hears us, but when her tongue licks the top of my cock as she holds the base in her hand, my head falls back against the seat and I could give one fuck what those people might see.
I suck in a breath when she takes me back into her mouth until the wetness and warmth relaxes me to release a stream of air. The more she works my dick, the more I’m thrusting up, craving more of her sucking.
It’s the vision of her between my legs as the screen flickers from bright light to dark that has me skyrocketing to the edge. My hand swipes her curly hair to the side so I can watch her work me better than anyone has before. Her head bobbing up and down as her saliva drips down my shaft. The action is hot and I’m trying to ignore the annoying buzz in my ear—how does she know exactly how to work me.
My fingers thread into her thick brown strands and I guide her head up and down in a frantic pace. She doesn’t care about the controlling movement because her other hand digs down my pants and fondles my balls. She’s moving so fast, my hands clench and my head leans back in the seat. When she speeds up, I bite my lip to keep from screaming her name as I come hard in her mouth.
She doesn’t hesitate to swallow my load, which is even hotter than her capability to get me off in the shortest amount of time ever. I’m still composing myself when she leans up and I grab her by the back of the neck, lugging her to me. I thrust my tongue in her mouth to show her exactly how hot she makes me.
She straddles me in the seat and my hands grip her ass. I kiss her neck when she bends down closer. “You’re so incredible.” She sits up and giggles to herself.
I miss her as soon as she shifts back over to her seat.
Damn, I’ll never watch another movie without thinking of Paige again.