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CHAPTER 29

TAKE ME HOME

XANDER

October

“Hey. When did you get back?”

Bella gives me a gentle smile and closes her laptop. “Ten minutes ago.” Standing, she stretches then shuffles my way. But instead of greeting me, she crouches to pet Milo. “I figured you took him for a walk. I missed you, little boy.”

I smirk. “Didn’t you miss me?”

Honeyed laughter spills from her lips as she straightens and wraps her arms around my torso. “You too.”

I lower my head and capture her lips with mine, kissing her slowly. Instantly, my body grows warm. It’s been a good day, but this ? This is the fucking highlight.

I lean away and look down at her. “How was your day?”

“It was fine.” She untangles herself from me, and as she steps back she tugs on the sleeves of her white hoodie so only her fingers are visible. “Wanted to go to the movies with Meg, but she’s busy.”

“Movies? What did you want to see?”

“There’s a new Charlie Hunnam movie…” She grins, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Oh yeah? How about you and I go?”

Her smile drops, and she bites her bottom lip. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She shifts her weight from one leg to the other. “What if someone sees us together? What if they take a picture?”

My stomach sinks with disappointment. “We can go in separately and then sit together once the theater goes dark.”

Eyes averted, she says, “That sounds like a date.”

For whatever stupid reason, my heart skips a beat. I swore off relationships years ago. My own ignorance and inaction caused another person so much damage, and I can’t forgive myself for that. But I want to go on a date with her, even though it scares me.

“Because it is.” I smile, though nerves skitter through me. “A friendly date. What do you say?”

She contemplates me for a moment, then smiles. “Okay. I can be ready in twenty.”

“Glad I could change your mind.” I wink at her.

With a peck to my lips, she scurries to the guest room to change.

* * *

“I told you it’d be fine.” I lean over the empty seat between us and grab a handful of popcorn from the bag on her lap.

She swats my hand away and furrows her brow.

“What?”

“What’s the point of coming in separately if you’re going to sit so close and steal my snacks?”

“There’s a whole seat between us, Bella.” I grin and toss the popcorn into my mouth. “It’s almost empty in here anyway, and I’m pretty sure that couple”—I point at two girls sitting two rows below us, their lips locked—“came here to make out.”

With a huff, Bella turns back to the screen, like she actually cares about the commercials playing on repeat before the previews start. Her plaid skirt rides up her thighs, and the view of her toned legs sends a wave of heat right to my dick.

“The guy who sold you your ticket recognized you. He’s a Warriors fan. What if he decides to come looking for you?”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not sitting back there in my reserved seat.” I thumb over my shoulder then hold out my hand. “Can I?”

“Sure.”

Just as I’ve stuffed another handful of popcorn into my mouth, the lights dim and the previews begin.

* * *

An hour and thirty minutes later, my blood is boiling. I hate how Bella looks at Charlie fucking Hunnam. The parted lips, the excited glint in her eyes, the giggling . You know the type—when a girl is fascinated by something, or, in this case, someone.

I am jealous…of an actor on a screen. What a bunch of crap.

Huffing, I shift in my seat and fold my arms over my chest, wishing that instead of watching this sex scene, I could whisk Bella away from this place and distract her from the screen.

When she releases a long, shaky breath, an idea comes to mind, and I can’t stop myself from grinning.

I know how to make her forget about this guy.

Ducking low, I scoot over to the seat we’ve kept between us. She turns to look at me with her eyebrows pinched together, a question in her eyes. In answer, I take her chin between my thumb and index finger and drink her in. It’s dark in here, but even in the glow from the screen, she’s a stunner. When I look at her, everything else dissolves into thin air. It’s just her and me, and it’s enough.

“Xander…” she says softly.

I press my mouth to hers, and her lips part for me. Our tongues move as one in a slow, tantalizing motion. Already, my dick is painfully pressing into my zipper. Damn . If we were at home, she’d be on my lap, and I’d have my hands on her hips, rocking them back and forth to grind her wet pussy over my cock. But burying my dick in her little cunt can wait. Now, it’s all about her.

As I drag my lips to her cheek, then to her ear, she grips the armrest that separates us, and when I suck her earlobe into my mouth, she lets out a moan that’s a little too loud.

“Spread your legs for me,” I whisper.

Bella leans away, eyes searching mine before she scans the dark, mostly empty theater. “What if someone sees?”

“As long as you keep quiet, no one will notice a thing,” I say. “Spread your legs, Bella.”

Hesitantly, she leans back and shifts her hips forward, spreading her legs.

Fuck yes . My body goes warm as I ghost my fingers up her thigh and under her skirt. “I want you to keep your eyes on the screen and watch your favorite actor while I’m getting you off.”

Her breaths come faster, her gaze feverish—burning, even.

I don’t move my hand; I just keep my focus fixed on her face until she turns back to the screen.

Only then do I trail my fingers up to her panties. They’re soaked.

Damn, girl.

“Be a good girl, baby, and keep quiet,” I murmur in her ear. “If you do that, then I’ll play with this pussy until you’re coming all over my fingers.”

With her panties pushed to the side, I trace her slick folds. My breath is ragged now too. For a moment, I stop and focus on inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth. With her, my self-control is shit. When I’ve regained a fraction of it, I nuzzle her throat and press my thumb to her swollen clit.

She sighs, and her hips buck forward, desperate for more. So needy.

God, I love that about her.

Moving my thumb over her clit, I ravish her throat before I move down and sink my teeth into the sensitive skin at the crook of her neck.

With a gasp, she turns to me.

I stop. “Eyes on the screen if you want me to continue.”

She shakes her head but turns away again.

“Good girl,” I praise her, rolling her clit between my fingers.

Her chest heaves with harsh breaths, and her fingers dig into the armrests of her seat. The slapping sounds coming from the screen hide her whimpering, but they also mean the scene will end soon—and that means I need to redouble my efforts.

I work her clit faster and inhale her intoxicating scent. Fuck . She makes me lose my shit more than anything in the world.

“Xander…” She wiggles her ass, following my movements.

“My little slut wants more?” I ask, my lips ghosting over her ear.

“Yes.”

“Good, because you’re about to come undone in the middle of this movie.”

I massage her clit harder, and she trembles in response before she jerks in her seat, chin lifted, neck elongated, lips clamped shut. I caress her as she rides out her orgasm. I only retract my hand when she stops shuddering, sucking my fingers into my mouth. Then I cuff her neck and force her to look at me.

Mouth open, eyes hooded, she stares at me, disoriented. A few locks of hair have fallen out of her ponytail, framing her face.

My chest expands. Now, anytime she sees this Charlie guy, she’ll be reminded of me.

I kiss her hard and fast, not letting her push me away. Fucking heaven. I don’t care that my dick is about to explode. This moment is perfect.

“I bet you don’t mind that I switched seats now,” I say against her lips.

“Aren’t you arrogant.”

“For good reason.” I grin and slip back into the other seat. “I just got my girl off.”

* * *

We left the theater separately, and we didn’t make the ten-minute walk to where I parked the car together. I’ve been waiting here for a solid five, and Bella is nowhere to be seen.

I’m considering going back to find her when she rounds the corner. Her plaid skirt swishes with each step, her loose strands of hair floating around her. Her leather jacket is zipped up, and when a gust of cold wind envelops her, she crosses her arms over her chest.

Bella stops in front of me, a gentle smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “Sorry.”

“I was about to head out on a rescue mission.”

“You have zero patience.”

“Not true.” I grip her hips and pull her to me. “I have zero patience when it comes to you .”

Head tilted back, she sighs. “That makes me feel special.”

“Because you are.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Did you like the movie?”

Bella nods.

“Did you like coming all over my fingers while watching it?”

This time, her cheeks go pink, but she nods right away.

I take her mouth in another hard kiss. Fuck, she’s like a dose of something vital. She’s a need, and I’ve never been more desperate than I am with her.

“Get in the car,” I whisper against her lips.

Eyes burning into mine, she opens the door and climbs into the backseat. I squeeze in behind her and lock the doors. Though I’m eager to touch her, I sit still, keeping my hands to myself, waiting for her to tell me what she wants.

Slowly, Bella palms my groin, tracing the outline of my dick through my jeans. We work in tandem to lower my pants and my briefs to my knees.

When she grips my shaft and strokes it, excitement builds inside me; just the thought of fucking her in my car has me worried I’ll blow my load early.

She shimmies along the seat and takes my cock into her mouth, her tongue curling around the crown. From root to tip, she licks me, teasing the hell out of me, taking her time, as if she’s savoring each moment.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good,” I whisper.

With my balls cupped in one hand, she tugs, and as she grazes her teeth up my shaft she clenches the base of my cock and jerks me. Hissing, I fist her hair and throw my head back.

A moan escapes her lips as I tug on her ponytail, and then she doubles down. She deepthroats me, gagging as she does. Then she does it again. She increases her pace, taking me like a champ.

“Bella, you’re fucking…a-amazing…” My release looms, but before it can wash over me, she slows her movements. “Please,” I beg her.

Straightening, she strokes me lightly and leans in, tangling her tongue with mine. When she squeezes my cock, I groan against her lips, sucking her bottom lip inside my mouth and biting hard.

She’s going to be the death of me.

With one last flick of her tongue in my mouth, she drops and takes my dick as deep as it’ll go. She gags, but that doesn’t slow her down. No, she fucking loves it. Her moans and hitched breaths are louder than any sound I make.

“Babe…I’m gonna come,” I groan. “Let me come, please.”

She squeezes my balls and grazes her teeth over the sensitive tip of my cock, twisting her wrist and pumping my shaft. That’s all it takes for stars to dance in my vision, for me to unleash inside her mouth.

She swallows it down, prolonging my release and milking me until I’m fucking empty.

“Wow,” I exhale as she pulls back. “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had. You are fucking perfection.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” she murmurs, her lips curved up in a devilish smirk.

“Enjoyed myself?” I pull her onto my lap, making her straddle my legs. “You sent me over the fucking edge; I can’t think straight. Fuck, baby, you are magic.”

The kiss we share is slow but arousing. Already, my cock is thickening again, my head spinning.

“God, I want you,” I whisper against her soft skin.

“Take me home, Xander,” she says, rotating her hips over my hard length. “I want you to blindfold me and fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk.” Her lips hover over mine. “Can you do that for me?”

“Who am I to say no to you?” I murmur, pulling her face down and kissing her slowly. “Let’s go home.”