I have plans. Later.
He is going to be livid. But I don’t care. Tonight, I need a detox from Mason Grant. And I can’t think of a better combination than Caden and my superheroes.
I barge into Chris and Caden’s match at the tennis court, cutting between the swerves, and haul Caden out before he can protest. Twenty minutes later, we’re heading to the Fort Cinema just in time.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend now? Why am I still being tortured with your Marvel fanatics?” Caden sulks.
“You think it’s that easy to shrug me off?” I scoff, leading him in by the elbow while he feigns a groan.
“I’d better not get in trouble for this,” he warns. “Full disclosure: If he comes at me, I’m using you as a human shield.”
“He wouldn’t dare.” I side-hug him. “Now hurry. You know what happens if I don’t get my popcorn.”
Caden laughs. “The horror!”
We make it to the screen just after the advertisements. Finding our seats in the dark was easy. Not many people come to see a film on Bonfire Night with bonfires and fireworks events all over the town.
After putting my phone on silent, ignoring the many missed calls from Mason, I sit back in my seat with my popcorn. Caden continues to groan and huff at every other scene before he leans down and hides under his hoodie, ignoring the film altogether and scrolling on his phone.
An hour in, he offers to get a refill of popcorn. Just to get away from the screen, no doubt. I hand him the empty box and wait impatiently. My fingers twitch toward my phone, the urge to check my messages clawing at me.
Nope. Not tonight. We are detoxing.
I fold my hands over my chest, putting my restless fingers away, and stare at the screen. Caden returns ten minutes later, with my favorite mix of salt and sweet.I grab the overflowing box without taking my eyes off the screen.
“Stop trying to get away.” I motion toward his seat. “You’re staying.”
“If you say so, little dove.”
I freeze. Popcorn pausing an inch from my open mouth as Mason takes Caden’s seat, casually dangling one foot over the other knee.
The corner of his lips lift, smugness sharpening at my stunned silence. But there is more.
Subtle movements in the dark theater pull my attention. My gaze lifts as people are being escorted out by staff mid-film. Everyone’s gone. The last couple are being ushered toward the door, protesting. He emptied out the whole theater? Well, there were only a handful of people. But, still.What exactly did he tell the staff?
“Problem?” He takes a popcorn and throws it into his mouth, grinning wider.
“What are you doing here?”
“Taking you on a date, apparently.” He waves toward the screen. “You could have just asked. Playing hard to get is a bit tedious when you fall asleep with my cock inside you every night.”
I fight the blush that races to my cheeks. His crude words undo me so easily.
“I told you I had plans.” I scowl.
“Plans change.” He goes for another handful, but I drag the box out of his reach.
“What did you do to get everyone out? And where is Caden?”
“People owe me favors.” He lifts a shoulder, then reaches to stroke my face. “You know I like you all to myself.”
“Well, I don’t own the theater.” I let out a long exhale and take my time chewing a single popcorn. “Sit and watch if you want. I’m on a date with the God of Thunder.”
His grin fades. For a single moment. Then he lets out a menacing laugh, shoves the handrest back, grabs my waist, and drags me onto his lap.
“Say that again,” he challenges, eyes heavy with unmistakable intent.
Anything I say will end up in only one scenario. Fucking me until I beg him to stop. Resisting a roll of my eyes, I return my gaze to the screen, where Hulk and Thor are bashing stuff.
