Chapter 31
MALLORY
We ended up at the pizza place after class, having put in our order with Otis when we came in and seated at a two-top in the corner. Now we were arguing.
“I’m not going back,” he said, taking a hearty gulp from his water glass.
“Why not? You did great.”
He leaned forward. “I did it with the hopes of getting in your pants.”
My mouth fell open in surprise. He wasn’t shy or reserved in his sexuality. I just hadn’t expected him to admit it outright in a restaurant.
“Seeing you in those snug clothes was a perk.”
I narrowed my eyes at his look. The look that said he wasn’t lying. That he was hungry, and for more than just pizza.
“You’ve got a pretty fine ass yourself,” I said, turning it back around on him. “And other parts.” I licked my lips and he got my drift.
His gaze was heated, and now his face was hot.
This banter wasn’t working. I was getting turned on. I wasn’t experienced with it. The last time I did it, I got arrested. It was one thing to sling innuendos around when they meant nothing, which was what I thought was the case in Las Vegas.
It was another when it was with a guy–the only guy–to give me orgasms. And good ones. It was as if the seal had been broken on my need for sex. Now that I knew what it was like, at least almost-sex, I was insatiable.
“Theo,” I whispered.
“After we have our pizza,” he said, picking up on my need. His dark gaze dropped to my lips. “Then I’ll eat you.”
I tried to stifle a whimper, but he heard it. The corner of his mouth tipped up.
“Here it is,” Otis said, setting a small pizza on the table between us, forcing us to lean back in our seats. “Going to introduce me to your friend, Mal?”
Otis hovered over our table, waiting.
“Otis, this is Theo James. He’s Mav’s brother.” Otis had met Mav a bunch since he and Bridge frequently ordered carry out.
“Theo, meet Otis. This is his place.”
They shook hands and Otis eyed him, then me, then him, then me again.
Otis leaned toward me and whispered, “This guy know about your talented vagina?”
I gasped, completely and totally appalled. He remembered what Bridge and I asked him the week before about whether he was looking for a talented vagina when sleeping with a woman. The little shit turned it around on me. The grin on his face, and the wink, screamed payback.
With a quick glance at Theo, I knew he heard. His jaw clenched and the way he looked at Otis I worried he was going to do him harm and not treat him for his injuries after.
“What did you just say to her?” Theo asked, his voice low and… yeah, deadly. He pushed his chair back as if ready for a confrontation.
I stood, pushed Otis back a few steps, making him laugh. “You’re an idiot,” I told him, just like usual with my brother or one of his friends. “It’s a joke. An inside joke,” I added for Theo’s benefit.
Otis laughed and I blushed furiously. I pushed him again. He was big and would’ve stood up to me if he really wanted, but he’d had his fun. “Go away, you moron.”
He walked off, smartly behind the counter where it was probably safer.
Before I could sit, Theo tugged me down onto his lap. I had no choice but to look at him. We weren’t the only ones eating. A few tables were occupied with others having a casual dinner.
“Did you sleep with him?” he asked, his voice a whisper and right in my ear. His warm breath fanned my neck and I shivered.
His voice was deep. His body tense. I swallowed hard.
“With Otis?” I cringed. “Um… no. He’s one of my brother’s friends. I’ve known him forever and that’s just weird.”
“Then why did he call your vagina talented?” he murmured.
I glanced around, but no one was paying us any attention. I squirmed on his lap because I realized… he was jealous. And that made me hot.
Leaning in close, I whispered right back, “You had your fingers in me. Besides being wet, did you find it… talented?”
I felt a growl reverberate through his chest more than hear it.
“You said if I wanted to have sex, it would be with you,” I said. Against my hip, I felt how hard he was. My pussy clenched, wanting that inside me. And not my mouth.
“That’s right.”
I set my palm on his jaw, felt the softness of his short beard. “I had my appointment yesterday. Got the shot. I’m covered.”
Theo stood abruptly, set me on my feet. Pulling out his wallet, he tossed money on the table and dragged me out the door like a caveman, but not before I heard Otis call, “Have fun, kids!”
Have fun? With a possessive, eager Theo? Yes, please.