Lexi gives me that sexy eye roll and is well aware there is no taming this tiger.
“They are a group of like eight teenagers. All the other parents just carpool, drop off their kids, and go have dinner somewhere, then pick them up again. Butno,here we are eating popcorn that tastes kind of weird.” She studies the box of popcorn.
I lean back in my seat and sigh a breath. “Maybe you’re right. We need to nail this down because Harry will be here in a year or two. It’s just… the lights? They go off. Then maybe it’s a scary movie where hand squeezing needs to happen or it contains scenes that I sure as hell don’t need my daughter watching with a guy that seems intent on kissing her.”
Lexi shakes her head at me. “Chill out, seriously. She already hates us for this. So good luck dealing with that when she comes home tonight. We’re not stalking them when they all go for after-movie hot chocolate, are we?” Her concern is apparent.
“Well… I mean, I kind of?—”
She grips my arm to stop me. “I’m putting my foot down. If you do that to her, then you are not getting sex tonight. In fact, I’ll even go to bed in lingerie and nope, no action.”
The older man behind us clears his throat where he’s sitting next to his wife, clearly having heard. I give him a curt nod before focusing on my target again.
Licking my lips, I interlace my fingers with my wife’s as we sit there. I know I should calm down, but my daughter is beautiful, witty, smart, and from what I hear, boys even in the eighth grade are lining up. No way am I going to sit at home and wait for her to return.
“How about you promise to fuck me just so I can relax?” I attempt to ask seriously.
Lexi’s face floods with disbelief, and I vaguely hear the old man clear his throat again. “How do you suggest we do that here?” She loops her arm with mine to pull me close as the lights dim. “Will I be able to leave you alone for like two minutes later? I’ve been dying to pee for what feels like forever but needed to rein you in a bit upon arrival.”
I kiss the top of her head and regain some fucking composure, let Lori be, and focus on my wife cuddling into my arm. It’s been years since I’ve been in a movie theater.
After cooling off after five minutes and being convinced that the group of teenagers with hormones raging are actually watching the movie, Lexi risked a run to the ladies’ room and then came back with chocolate with mint filling.
“Of all the options, you pick that? What a bad choice,” I berate her.
She gets comfortable back on her chair again. “Sorry if I’m making bad choices today. My husband must have rubbed off on me,” she loudly whispers her sarcasm.
“Don’t throw me attitude now. I had to deal with that for fifteen minutes from our daughter before we left the house.” Because my kids have Lexi locked into that role, even if it’s not official.
In the corner of my eye, I can see that Lexi is smirking. Those facial expressions of hers always calm me, which is why we do enjoy the rest of the action movie, and I only spy on our daughter a few times.
I even give them space when the group heads to Jolly Joe’s for a November hot chocolate with whipped cream. We stay seated on the bench down the street, bundled in coats and scarfs.
“Aren’t you proud of me?” I smile brightly at Lexi.
She swoops her hand under my chin to guide my eyes to hers. “Very.” Lexi kisses me, a soft warm kind that still feels sensual.
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to shower with me before bed? I’ve been a good boy,” I murmur into her hair as she nuzzles me.
Her fingers crawl on my thigh. “Maybe… if you can get me a hot chocolate with marshmallows and a candy cane.” Her tone rhapsodizes but underneath she’s serious.
“Oh, come on,” I raise my voice. Now I’m annoyed and sit up straight. “All night, I get the third degree, andnowyou want me to actually go invade their space?”
She shakes her hands as though she’s flustered. “I’m sorry, but that popcorn sucked.”
“It tasted fine,” I counter.
“But I’m kind of hungry and those chocolate things didn’t cut it.”
I stare at her blankly. “Because you pulled a rookie move and got chocolate with mint.”
Lexi shrugs. “So? I would go myself, but truthfully, my legs feel like I can’t walk after that Pilates class this morning nearly killed me.”
I stand and take a few paces. Walking to Jolly Joe’s right now will be similar to a man getting eaten alive by sharks, except it’s purely through glares of disdain from our daughter and her friends.
Dragging a hand across my face, I gather some strength. “Fine.” I sound completely unenthused.
She tries to give me an innocent happy smile, but she knows that I’ll make her pay later, which in retrospect just thrills her more.
