Chapter 22Jules
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
JULES
The little Italian restaurant Gavin takes me to for dinner is beautiful—nothing fancy, but the right atmosphere for a date. The pasta I order is good. The conversation is better. After dinner, we walk hand in hand to the theater.
I’ve seen movies, but I’ve never been to the theater. I’m excited but I don’t want Gavin to know this is my first time. He won’t judge me, or ask any uncomfortable questions I’m not sure I’ll even be able to answer if he ever asks outright, but... I’m twenty years younger than him. I already lack so many basic life experiences that are common in people my age.
The distance between us, and our lives, may as well be light years. It’s going to take time to catch up and be on more even footing, but we have time, and I’m looking forward to learning and growing with Gavin.
He pays for our tickets, and we get drinks and popcorn. The whole time Gavin holds my hand and keeps me close. No one pays us any attention—or, if they do, I don’t notice.
We find our seats in the back of the mostly empty showroom. The lights are dim and it smells like stale popcorn and body odor. Gavin lifts the armrest between the two seats and we press together from shoulder to hip. His body heat warms me to the tips of my toes as he shoves the popcorn container between his thighs before lifting his arm and dropping it over my shoulder.
“What movie is this?” When he asked what I wanted to see, I didn’t have an opinion. When he chose the movie, I was too busy inspecting the lights, posters and people to care what he decided on. Now I’m curious. What kind of movie does he like? I’m personally not a fan of horror—life is scary enough—but if I can climb in his lap and hide, it might not be so bad.
“It’s a reshowing of a rom-com that was popular last year,” Gavin whispers in my ear. His voice is low and rough, breath hot on my throat. My stomach quivers and I cross my legs. Now really isn’t the time to get hard and wet. We’re in public. But, to be fair, he started it with the way he kissed me before we left the house.
I clear my throat. “You like rom-coms?”
Gavin chuckles as his thumb brushes over the bite he gave me. A shiver runs down my spine. “I like empty theaters.”
I swallow and glance around the room as a hot flush creeps down my throat. There are only four people in here—us, and another couple seven or eight rows in front of us. I guess no one really wants to see a reshowing of an old movie they can watch at home.
The lights dim further and the previews begin after another reminder to silence our phones. It’s hard to focus with Gavin pressed against my side, tracing patterns on my throat with his rough fingers, and his words running through my head. The hidden meaning is clear. There might be lots of reasons to like an empty theater but while on a date with your mate...
Does he expect me to forget about the movie and please him instead?
No. Gavin doesn’t expect anything from me. He never has. We can watch the movie, go home, and finish our date behind the safety of our bedroom door. I’m not sure I can last that long. Not after the way Gavin kissed me before dinner. Since he pressed me against his car there has been a need burning inside of me for him, and if we’re quiet, maybe...
I bite my bottom lip and lay my hand on Gavin’s thigh. He presses his leg into my palm as he clasps the nape of my neck. My heart bangs against my ribcage, like a bird attempting to escape confinement, as I shift in my seat and press a kiss to his throat. He hums and tips his head to give me better access.
“Is this okay?” I’m not sure if this is what Gavin really intended, and I don’t want to cross any lines. He could’ve been teasing me with his comment about empty theaters.
“More than okay.” Gavin turns and slots his mouth over mine before he slips between my lips. I swallow a moan as I latch onto his leather jacket. He tastes salty, like the popcorn, but under that is all him—something rich and dark, exotic on my tongue. His taste is one I’m quickly becoming addicted to. “You’re okay with this?” His lips brush the corner of my mouth as I breathe through my nose, trying not to be loud.
The couple ahead aren’t paying any attention to us. Or the movie for that matter.
Gavin and I aren’t the only ones taking advantage of a mostly empty theater.
I move the popcorn out of his lap and straddle him. Gavin’s fingers dig into my thighs as he pulls me close. He’s already hard, and the heat of his body as I press against his wide chest has my empty hole twitching.
“I’m wet,” I whisper in his ear. He unsnaps my slacks and yanks my zipper down before shoving his hand into the back of my pants. I bite back a moan and bury my face in his throat as he finds my hole and presses two fingers inside of me. The pleasure is instant and has my hole gushing as my cock throbs. Every time Gavin touches me I lose a little more of myself to him.
“Turn around,” Gavin says after he spends a few minutes opening me up with his fingers. I lift off his lap and he unfastens his pants before pulling out his cock. The tip is flushed a dark purple and shiny with pre-cum. A thick vein throbs down the shaft.
I turn and he eases my pants down my thighs until they’re trapped around my trembling knees. My cock is hard, flushed the same shade as my face I’m sure, and leaking as much as my hole. Slick is already running down my thighs. Gavin pulls me into his lap, and I brace my hands on the seats in front of me as I bow my head.
“Can you be quiet?” Gavin’s voice wraps around me like a warm hug in the dark.
I nod. “Yeah.” Maybe. Probably.
He runs his free hand up my spine as his cockhead brushes my rim. I take a slow, steady breath; with a filthy, need-filled groan, he eases inside of me, slow inch after slow inch until he’s buried to the hilt. I cover my mouth as he bumps against my womb.
Can anyone see us? I want him too much to care if they do.
“I love how wet you get for me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my cheek. I told him I could be quiet but I’m not so sure that’s true. He feels so good as he slowly thrusts inside of me. I whimper behind my hand. My back presses against his chest as he pulls me closer. He tugs my hand away from my mouth and presses his fingers to my lips.
“Suck.” His voice is heated with desire and authority—an alpha ordering his omega to do as he’s told. It’s not just compulsion that has me doing as I’m told but desire too. I want to do as he says because I know the end result will leave me a satisfied, fucked-out mess. “Perfect.”
He presses a kiss behind my ear as he wraps his free hand around my cock. The light touch has me barreling towards the edge. I whine and roll my hips, sinking onto his cock with an edge of desperation as he strokes me from base to tip. Hopefully the other couple can’t hear us. Maybe they’re too consumed by their own pleasure to care about Gavin and me.
His hand matches the rhythm of his thrusts. Every time he bumps against my womb my hole gushes. I want him deeper but Gavin is being careful, fucking me deep but not so deep there’s any risk. My thighs burn and I latch onto his wrist. He doesn’t flinch as my nails dig into his flesh. He might bruise. I kind of like knowing he’ll carry another mark of mine.
“You feel so good baby. I’m so hard for you.” The thickness of his voice, how raw he sounds as he moves inside of me, makes my abdomen quiver.
I lick between his fingers before clamping them between my teeth as I rock my hips and ride his cock. He’s so thick, stretching my walls just enough I can feel every inch of him. I’m not sure how much longer I can last but I want him to fuck me harder, deeper, faster.
His fingers in my mouth and his hand around my cock only allow me so much freedom.
“Fuck, baby. You look so good fucking yourself on my cock.” He presses his face into my throat. His cock twitches inside of me. I love the way he says my name—like he wants me more than he wants his next breath, like a prayer only I can answer.
“More.” I shouldn’t beg but I can’t help myself.
He slips his fingers from between my lips and grasps my chin, turning my head to capture my mouth with his own. He swallows my moans as I pant against his lips, too consumed by pleasure to follow his lead. Every point of contact between us is dancing. Gavin drags his thumb over my sensitive slit and teases the pleasure center just under my swollen cockhead with his index finger. I whimper and press my forehead to his cheek. No way the couple up front can’t hear us but I can hear them so it doesn’t matter.
“Are you gonna come on my cock, baby?”
I’m too far gone to hold back now. “Come inside me.”
I want to leave the theater with my slick and his cum drying between my thighs. Anyone who smells me will know I’m his—his omega, his mate.
“When you’re ready.” Gavin’s hand tightens around my cock, but I’m so wet from pre-cum, the slide is easy. He thrusts into me slow but hard and the air is forced out of my lungs. I slap my hand over my mouth as light flashes behind my eyelids. Pleasure, like the blast wave of a bomb, hits every nerve ending. For a long second nothing makes sense. The world is chaos—scary and loud—but at the center is Gavin, calm and steady and mine.
My fingers and toes tingle, the base of my skull buzzes, my cock twitches. Gavin catches shot after shot of my cum in the palm of his hand and strokes me through my climax.
He’s still hard inside of me as I twitch and my hole clamps down around him.
“Baby.” Gavin shoves into me hard and deep, but not deep enough to breach my womb; he holds me down on his cock as he jerks and twitches inside of me with a choked grunt. I collapse against him with a whimper; aftershocks of pleasure rock through me. He wraps his hand around my midsection and nuzzles my throat as we catch our breath.
After a moment, I exhale and laugh. “Your pullout game is indeed weak.”
He hadn’t tried, and I hadn’t wanted him to, but it’s still funny.
Gavin laughs under his breath. “I’m not mad if it’s a boy, but I’m rooting for a baby girl.”
We don’t know anything for sure, but Gavin is right. I’m probably pregnant, and if I wasn’t before, I’m well on my way now.
“It’ll be a pika.” Is that okay? Any baby we have will be a prey shifter like me. What if the baby is also an omega? We’ll be the parents chewing our thumbnails worried about our child, the way Thane was worried about Silo earlier.
“They’ll be the cutest pika ever,” Gavin whispers as he lays his hand over my heart before he kisses my cheek. “Right after their dad, of course.”
I smile and turn to capture his mouth. Pine Glen wasn’t supposed to be my final stop, but I’m happy it is. Gavin Strange is home. And for the first time in my life, I’m happy.