She sits down and peers around to the other six people sprinkled in the rows down from ours. “Is the last row okay with you?”

“Fuck yeah.” I plop down next to her, placing the pop in the cup holder between us.

She wiggles back and forth, as though she’s getting comfortable in her space. Imagining her ass wiggling into my cock this morning flicks to mind. The popcorn isn’t even in my lap before her hand is digging in the bucket. When I watch her dumbfounded in awe as she munches the buttery kernels, she notices and then cracks up. She stops chewing and her hand full of popcorn drops to her lap.

“You like your popcorn?” I joke with her, because it’s cute the way her tongue sneaks out and grabs each kernel, drawing it into her mouth. How can an act so normal be so sexual? Because it’s her.

“I’m starving,” she mumbles through a mouthful and then swallows. The more she becomes comfortable with me, the more attractive I find her. She helps herself to my gum or water in my car, and now she goes all caveman on the popcorn. I smile and confusion crosses her face, but I keep my thoughts to myself. Maybe because I’m still absorbing them myself.

The lights dim and the audio gets louder, signaling the movie is starting, or rather the twenty minutes of previews.

“I would have fed you,” I whisper in her ear and she shoos me with her hand.

“No, No. This is great.” She points at the popcorn in my lap and then relaxes back to her seat.

A half hour into the movie, the bad guys are chasing the good guy and I’m completely enthralled in what’s about to happen when Paige’s hand slips over our armrest. I shift in my seat as she cups my package through my jeans. Her palm rubs along the length of me as blood rushes to my dick that’s growing thicker with each swipe of her hand.

She leans over, and her tongue licks my neck up to my earlobe. “Relax,” she whispers and then a groan leaves my lips when she ventures back to her side.

I eye her as she moves our drink over to her side and slowly lifts the armrest between us. My blood begins pumping and I can’t keep my ass in the seat from the anticipation of what’s about to happen.

Bending over, her fingers unbutton my pants and she gently lowers my zipper. She withdraws my stiff dick and my eyes are already shutting. Then she stares up at me with hooded eyes and licks her lips in a dawdling pace.

Shit, I never thought she’d do something so public with others only a few rows down from us.

My breathing stops as I watch her move down to wrap her lips around me and then a slow stream of air flows through my lips once her warm mouth takes all of me. I look down to make sure no one hears us, but when her tongue licks the top of my cock as she holds the base in her hand, my head falls back against the seat and I could give one fuck what those people might see.

I suck in a breath when she takes me back into her mouth until the wetness and warmth relaxes me to release a stream of air. The more she works my dick, the more I’m thrusting up, craving more of her sucking.

It’s the vision of her between my legs as the screen flickers from bright light to dark that has me skyrocketing to the edge. My hand swipes her curly hair to the side so I can watch her work me better than anyone has before. Her head bobbing up and down as her saliva drips down my shaft. The action is hot and I’m trying to ignore the annoying buzz in my ear—how does she know exactly how to work me.

My fingers thread into her thick brown strands and I guide her head up and down in a frantic pace. She doesn’t care about the controlling movement because her other hand digs down my pants and fondles my balls. She’s moving so fast, my hands clench and my head leans back in the seat. When she speeds up, I bite my lip to keep from screaming her name as I come hard in her mouth.

She doesn’t hesitate to swallow my load, which is even hotter than her capability to get me off in the shortest amount of time ever. I’m still composing myself when she leans up and I grab her by the back of the neck, lugging her to me. I thrust my tongue in her mouth to show her exactly how hot she makes me.

She straddles me in the seat and my hands grip her ass. I kiss her neck when she bends down closer. “You’re so incredible.” She sits up and giggles to herself.

I miss her as soon as she shifts back over to her seat.

Damn, I’ll never watch another movie without thinking of Paige again.

“ROB!” MATTY RUNS across the room and straight into my arms.

I have to admit, I like this whole hero ego that comes over me when Matty sees me. In the past few weeks since Paige and I started dating, we’ve picked him up a few times to take him for ice cream, or out to eat. Today his begging to go to the zoo finally worked. Unfortunately, it’s not just the three of us; it’s the whole damn gang. Chrissy got wind of us going, which brought Sadie, who invited Jessa, who asked Trey. The caravan we’re traveling up there in makes me believe I should trade in the damn Mustang for a soccer mom mobile. As if that would ever happen.

“What’s up, little guy?” I throw him up in the air and he yelps. I squint my eyes from the loud noise. After our show last night, and a few too many Heinekens, I may be slightly hung-over. Which is probably where the animosity of everyone coming with us today forms.

“Aren’t you so excited, Matty? What’s your favorite animal?” Chrissy barrels into the room as her wavy blonde ponytail swings from side to side.

“Elephant,” Matty answers and then sits down at the table while I offer to pour him a bowl of cereal.

“Which one, bud?” I position the three boxes in front of him.

He whips around to face me, a smile from ear to ear. “You got me Avengers cereal?” There’s that whole I’m God persona I strive for. As much as I love how much he thinks I’m the coolest thing ever, I don’t forget that there’s no disappointing him, too. Although, I don’t see anything bad happening between me and Paige, if it does, Matty won’t understand if I’m not around.

“I did.” I snatch the credit until Paige comes in and narrows her eyes at me. “Well, your sister may have been with me,” I add and she laughs moving toward the fridge.

Chrissy sits down next to him. “Do you know that people call Dex, Hulk?”

“Don’t confuse the kid, Chris.” I step in front of Paige and she slips by me, but not without my hand cupping her tit. I hate the hiding in front of Chrissy; I’m growing tired of our secret relationship. I want Paige to sleep in with me instead of hightailing it out before Chrissy and Dex wake up. We’ll have to talk about that tonight, because at this point I’m invested enough that Chrissy will understand.

“Hulk?” Matty questions with wide eyes. “He has a lot of muscle.”

“Yes he does,” Chrissy agrees like the lovesick chick she is.

Moving over to the table, I lean over to Matty. “Bigger isn’t always better. Think of Spiderman, he can climb buildings.”

“Are you comparing yourself to Spiderman?” Chrissy arches her eyebrow at me.

“No. I don’t need to be compared to some super hero, I’m original.”

“That you are,” Paige whispers in my ear as she slides in the seat next to Matty. Her agreement spurs another zing of warmth right to my heart.

An hour later, we’re filing into the zoo like a pack of lions, Trey being the papa lion. He’s carting a wagon with Drew and a cooler. The kids are all in matching green shirts and he’s dictating our schedule before we even enter. Seriously, slap on a fanny pack at this point. Trey is all in daddy mode.

Matty hangs around Tara and Chloe, constantly running and laughing. I catch Paige smiling as she watches him acting so carefree, like a four year old should be.