“Yeah.”
“Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.”
Just the mere thought of Maverick gives me heart palpations.He’s back to his silent brooding. That boy is confusing as hell. Why can’t he be consistent in his assholeness? I never know which version of him to expect and it’s driving me up the freaking wall.
Will he corner me and fuck me senseless or glare at me to death? To find out, watch next week’s episode ofThe Several Facets of Maverick Carter.I hate to admit it, but he affects me on a visceral level. Our bathroom sexcapade flashes through my mind and my center throbs.
I squeeze the tray of nachos on my lap, cracking the flimsy plastic. My body’s reaction to him is beyond annoying. My pussy literally weeps for him.
He’s got skills, I’ll give him that. I can’t believe we were going at it like rabbits in a house full of impressionable preteen girls. It’s dumb luck we weren’t caught red-handed. I would’ve been mortified. Definitely not one of my prouder moments.
Accepting Jake’s invite is my way of sticking it to Maverick. How dare he command me to stay away from Jake? He’s lost his ever-loving mind. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him. I’m on a date for goodness’ sake. A shoot-out on the screen draws my attention. One of the main characters lies dead, riddled with holes from some type of high-tech alien laser gun. Shit, I’m missing the good parts. Jake’s hand creeps farther up my thigh. Typical teenage boy behavior. At the beginning of the movie, it was on my knee. I pop a jalapeno into my mouth and cool the burn with a sip of Pepsi.
“Ouch, my foot,” someone grumbles.
“Hey, watch my popcorn,” another hisses.
As I chomp down on another slice of the spicy pepper, I glance left to see what all the commotion is about.No fucking way.I start choking… well, hacking up a lung is a more fitting description.
Jake pats my back. “Are you okay?”
He hasn’t noticed the trouble barreling our way.
Maverick grabs my arm. “Let’s go.”
Jake leaps to his feet. “Get the hell away from her.”
“You’re blocking the movie,” the man sitting behind me complains.
“Shut the fuck up before I kick your ass,” Maverick threatens.
“I’m getting the manager,” he sputters and bolts for the exit.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I gasp between breaths.
Maverick yanks me up, spilling my nachos onto the sticky floor and cheese sauce on my jeans. Moviegoers fall over each other in their bid to give us a wide berth. Jake latches on to my other arm and a tug of war ensues.
“She’s mine,” Maverick growls.
“Take a hint. She wants nothing to do with you,” Jake taunts.
“Oh, I beg to differ.” He smirks. “I’ve fucked Cocoa raw more than once.”
Jake’s eyes fly to mine.
“Ah, she didn’t tell you. Her pussy gets so goddamn wet.” Maverick whistles low. “I bet you haven’t even smelled it. As someone who’s had my nose buried in it, I can tell you the scent is magnificent. That’s not the best part, though.”
“Shut up, Maverick,” I croak.
“It’s the grip of her pussy as she comes.” He sighs, pausing dramatically. “The feeling is indescribable. After busting inside her, I sleep like a fucking baby.”
“You need to have your head examined,” Jake snarls at me.
He storms down the stairs, passing the manager and the disgruntled man. Whelp, I guess Jake and I are officially kaput.
The woman stops beside Maverick and me. “Unfortunately, I have to ask you both to leave the premises for disrupting the movie.”
“Will do, ma’am.” Maverick salutes her and drags me to the lobby.
