Ryder’s arms wrap around me from behind and he pulls me back against him. “What movie do you want to see, baby?” His deep, smooth voice in my ear has my body wracking with shivers.
I try to keep my wits about me and look at the movie posters but I have a hard time distinguishing what they’re about. “I don’t really know.”
“Well, do you want to watch something scary, funny, or action-packed? I’ll sit through a chick flick if I have to, since this is for you, but I’m not going to lie, I’d rather not.”
I giggle at his honesty. “I don’t care. You pick. I’m just excited to be here.”
“All right, come on.” He leads me over to the ticket booth, and purchases tickets for some sort of crime thriller movie. I tried to take out my wallet to help pay but the nasty look he shot me had me depositing it back in my purse quickly.
Getting popcorn and some sort of candy called Milk Duds we head to our theatre. “I can’t believe you’ve never had Milk Duds, baby, this is an abomination.”
I smile and shake my head at his teasing. He doesn’t realize that there is a ton of candy I haven’t tried. It was yet another luxury I was denied because my mother was worried I would gain weight, and it would only further ruin the image that my disability already put a damper on. If it weren’t for Rosa I would have never had any sugar, but lucky for me she would always bake for me and hide it from my mother. Her cinnamon buns were always my favorite.
Our theatre isn’t as busy as I anticipated, but Ryder says it’s because the movie has been out for a few weeks. Taking my hand, he leads me up the dim-lit stairs and sits in the empty, last row at the very top. I use a moment to take in my surroundings, noticing most people are sitting either in the middle or lower down. The screen, that is front and center, is absolutely massive, and a rush of excitement flows through me at finally getting to experience this. I glance over at Ryder to see him watching me with a smirk and I can’t help but get a smile of my own. “This is pretty cool.”
“I think you’re fucking cool,” he replies, making me giggle. It trails off into a moan when he gives me one of his delicious kisses.
Suddenly the lights go down, leaving the theatre in total blackness. I gasp and grab on to Ryder, my heart pounding in fear. The big screen quickly comes alive, dimly lighting the theatre back up. I release a breath and see Ryder watching me inquisitively. I ignore his questioning gaze and turn my attention to the movie.
All talk ceases, and Ryder drops a hand on my bare leg. It’s hard not to be intimately aware of him in the dark room. His body heat and clean masculine scent wraps around my senses, making it difficult to concentrate.
An hour later, I’m completely enraptured by the movie. Some parts are scary, and others a little disturbing. I’ve had to close my eyes at some of the killing, but mostly I’m intrigued at finding out who the murderer is. Ryder made a guess at the start of it, but I don’t think he’s right. My money is on the nosy neighbor. Sometimes I have a hard time keeping up with what is happening, and I think I’m driving Ryder nuts with all my whispered questions, but he always patiently explains. I’m surprised he can even hear me, considering how loud it is.
Things start to get steamy between the cop and victim in her hotel room. What the… Holy moly. My mouth drops open and my eyes bug out when the guy rips the girl’s clothes off, leaving her stark naked for all of us to see. My face flushes with heat and I feel like I should be looking anywhere else but the screen. But I can’t seem to take my eyes off of it. The room becomes really hot, and I squirm in my seat feeling uncomfortable. I sense Ryder watching me, but I don’t look over since this is awkward enough. Geez Louise, I feel sorry for anyone who is here with their family, this is just… awkward.
I tense when Ryder begins trailing his hand up my bare leg. I slap it away when he tries slipping it under my skirt and I look over at him, wondering what the hell he’s doing. He gives me a dirty grin, as if he knows what my thoughts were just moments ago. Loud moans fill the silence and I feel myself flush a darker shade of red before I look away from him. His quiet chuckle makes me want to slap his sexy face. He tries putting his hand between my legs again, but I have them squeezed together tightly. I’m not sure if this is because I don’t want him there, or because I’m trying to alleviate the minor ache that has started between them. Probably both.
“Come sit on me.”
My gaze snaps to his, wondering if he’s serious, and I quickly realize he is by the smirk he still has on his face. “What? No!” I whisper harshly. “Now stop it!”
He chuckles again at my outrage and leans in close to my ear. “Come on, baby, come over here and sit on me. Let me feel how wet your pussy is.”
Oh god. I hate it when he says stuff like that… Kinda. When I don’t budge, and attempt to ignore him, he starts tugging on my arm. “Would you stop it? Someone is going to see us!”
He rolls his eyes. “No one is going to see us, now get your sexy ass over here, Emily, and let me give you a new experience for the both of us.”
For the both of us? Meaning he hasn’t done this to another girl here, right? I’m not going to lie, I like the sound of that. I don’t think there’s much I’ll be able to do with him where it will be a first for both of us. His sly smirk spreads, knowing he has me, and he pats his leg. My body aches for his touch, but my heart pounds in fear at being caught. Oh to hell with it. I’m barely out of my chair when he pulls me down on top of him, his huge erection directly under my ass. I hear him groan and I’m glad to know I’m not the only one worked up. He spreads my legs, draping them over top of his, then he brings my back snug against his chest. I frantically look around, making sure no one can see us, but thankfully they all seem to be engrossed in the movie. One of his hands wraps gently around my throat and he tilts my head back, bringing his mouth to my ear.
“Watch the movie, Em.” His low demand has heat blazing through my body.
I do as he says, focusing on the big screen in front of me, where the cop and victim are now in full mode. The guy has the girl against the wall, screwing her senseless while her screams of pleasure fill the theatre. Oh this is so, so dirty and wrong, but boy do I like it.
My breathing kicks up as Ryder’s hand snakes between my spread legs. “The best decision you made tonight was wearing this fucking skirt.” Pushing the center of my wet panties aside, he wastes no time sliding his fingers through my aching flesh. I gasp at the sensation of his touch, remembering the pleasure it brought me last night.
“I knew you would be soaked. Is this for me, Em, or the movie?”
He knows damn well it’s for him, but I decide to stroke his ego anyway and play along. “You,” my response is breathless. “I’ve been like this since I left you this afternoon.”
His low growl in my ear has goose bumps breaking out over my heated flesh. “You’re dying for me to smack that tight ass of yours again, aren’t you, baby?”
Oh, am I ever, but I wasn’t about to admit that.
“You see how that guy is fucking her?” he murmurs huskily while lubing his fingers with my arousal. “That is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you later.” With that arrogant comment, he slides first one finger inside of me then quickly follows with another.
“Oh god,” I moan at the exquisite burn and grip onto his arm tightly.
“Shhh. Easy, baby,” he murmurs in my ear before starting to pump his fingers in and out of me. I whimper at the incredible sensations ripping through me, my body so sensitive, so turned on, I feel close to exploding already. I rock my hips to the rhythm of his hand, my ass sliding against his erection under me. He releases a low growl. “Stop fucking moving or I’m going to come in my goddamn pants.”