Chapter 3
Chapter three
Becky
The Colonial was a fantastic spot to watch a movie, an old-timey theater with charm to spare.
I’d wanted to check it out for years, so Nyx offering it for our first date felt perfect.
Not only did the Colonial have some horror movie cred from being featured in the Blob, but the fact she’d also chosen one of my favorite horror movies? Be still, my heart.
We’d started squarely in our seats, but during the movie, Nyx slung her arm around my shoulders, and we’d squished closer together so our knees touched, even with the armrest between us.
My skin had grown so sensitized it was unreal, and my pussy was soaked from the contact.
The familiar dialogue of Thirteen Ghosts played, but I only half paid attention to the movie.
With Nyx at my side, even ensconced in shadows, all I could focus on was the curve of her nose, the seam of her lips, the strands of hair falling artfully from her messy bun.
She wore a sheer black lace top over her black bra paired with black jeans and a leather jacket, and I’d never seen anything hotter.
From the second I’d taken my seat, I’d been squirming.
The movie stretched on longer than I remembered, extending the torment of touching Nyx and not being able to do anything more.
We’d planned on grabbing a drink after, but the temptation to invite her over was real high.
It’d been a while since I had sex, even with Kevin, and ages since I’d had good sex.
And the idea of getting to peel back the woman’s layers and explore her body turned me on something fierce.
“I swear, Matthew Lillard’s acting in this movie is fantastic,” she murmured.
“He your type?” I asked.
“Nah, I can appreciate guys, but I tend to fall for women or gender-nonconforming folks. That’s who lights up my synapses.”
“I think I’m interested in everyone.” I scrunched my nose. “Wait, that came out wrong. Not like I want to sleep with everyone, but I think gender doesn’t necessarily matter to me.”
“Pan?”
The term settled in my gut and expanded like fizzy bubbles exploding through me. Fuck, was that my term? A slow smile rose to my face. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Hot,” Nyx said. Her amused grin made my heart thump a little harder.
Apparently, she didn’t mind my babbling, which put me at ease more than anything.
I was used to having conversations with animals more than humans, and several boyfriends had complained about my awkward rambles—especially Kevin.
She intertwined her fingers through mine and squeezed. “Thanks for sharing with me.”
My insides twisted tight. My god, I was so infatuated with this woman.
I wasn’t sure whether it was Nyx herself, a contrast of how I’d been treated in my last few relationships, or simply this rare-as-hell chemistry that flared between us, but yeah, my obsession grew by the second.
“Are you a bourbon girl?” Nyx asked.
I bit my lower lip, tempted to lie, but the earnestness in her gaze pushed me to tell the truth. “Not at all. More of a wine drinker than anything.”
Nyx licked her lower lip, making it glossy. I wanted to lean over and suck it into my mouth. “I was going to offer to take you to a local bourbon bar, but if it’s wine you like, I have some quality bottles at home.”
“Are you inviting me over?” I meant it teasingly but hoped for that outcome all the same.
“Depends on your comfort level. If you’d rather stick to public places tonight, I’m down. But hell yes, I’d love to have you over.”
“I’m comfortable,” I blurted out. “I mean, yeah. I’d love to taste what you have.”
Oh lord, that was…
My cheeks burst into flame, and I resisted the urge to flee from the theater. “The wine. Um, tasting the wine.”
Nyx leaned in close enough for her lips to brush against my ears. “Babe, you can taste anything you like.”
Oh god. An inferno blazed through me, and I squeezed my thighs tight together. My pussy throbbed at her low tone of voice, her words. And the fantasies that paraded through my mind—ungh.
“Yeah, let’s go to your house,” I squeaked.
“Shhh,” someone hissed at us from a row back.
Nyx snorted and settled in the seat. She untwined our hands and placed her palm on my thigh. The weight of it, the heat stroked at my core, and I was so turned on I could barely breathe. I’d be lucky to get through this date without spontaneously combusting.
The movie was almost over, and I basked in the feel of Nyx’s hand on my upper thigh, the proximity making my pussy tingle. Our gazes met every few seconds, and the jolt of adrenaline each time was addictive.
When the ending credits rolled, Nyx shot up from her seat. “Ready to head out?”
“God, yes.” I hopped up and strode toward the exit. Shit, I had no idea where we were going. I slowed and let Nyx lead. “What’s your address?”
“We can walk there from here. I live in town.”
“I wish Exton was walkable like this.” As much as my place wasn’t a bad drive to work and cozy, I liked the idea of living somewhere where I could stroll out of the house and grab a coffee or meal without getting in the car.
“When I bought here, the town wasn’t nearly as developed as it is now,” she said. “Got lucky that way.”
“Have you been tattooing for a long time?” I asked.
So many questions bubbled within me. The chill of the night breezes caused goose bumps to prickle on my arms, and I rubbed them.
She tugged off her leather jacket, and a second later, warmth settled around my shoulders.
My heart tumbled at the sweetness of the gesture.
“I’m already warm,” she said. “But yeah, I’ve been tattooing since I apprenticed at eighteen. Owen took me under his wing, and he hasn’t been able to get rid of me since. He’s been there for me through everything.”
The everything felt loaded, and I couldn’t help the question. “Was it hard coming out?”
Nyx shrugged. “It could’ve been worse. My folks took a bit to come around, but now we’ve got a good relationship. And I was lucky. The crew at Alchemy Ink had my back the whole time. How do you think your family will be about dating a woman?”
“Hunh.” Good fucking question. I hadn’t thought about needing to come out or anything that came with it.
Probably because of how I was raised. Bubbles rose inside me at the idea of telling my parents.
“My mom’s always been so loud about being bisexual that I think I’ll be fine.
Kinda hypocritical if she’s allowed to like the ladies and not me. ”
“Damn, that’s awesome.” Nyx shook her head. “Your mom sounds cool.”
“Both my folks are insufferably supportive. I love it. They encouraged me to follow my love of taking care of animals all the way through vet school.”
“Has that always been your goal?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” I laughed, tilting my head. “I was the kid at recess who found a wounded bird and tried to wrap its leg. The teachers were so pissed, worried I’d gotten an infection or could’ve gotten pecked at.”
“You’re fucking adorable.” Nyx cast me a sly glance. “So clearly, super afraid of needles and blood.”
“Fucking Kevin.”
After realizing how little he’d paid attention to me, how little he’d noticed, being out of that relationship was so freeing. And with every look, every comment, every gesture, Nyx seemed to see more and more of me.
“So why Dracula? I asked. Our talk back at the tattoo shop had circled in my mind.
“Oh, for my favorite everything? Well, in case you didn’t notice, I’m a bit of a spooky bitch, so the gothic imagery, vampires, always spoke to me.
But the loneliness, the obsession, the fixation kept its hold on me.
The transformation into a truer form. Shouldn’t be too hard to make the correlations there. ”
My heart thrummed. God, I loved that answer. She was so vibrant, so fascinating, and I wanted to discover every last thing about her.
“You can’t leave me hanging, though,” she said. “Who’s your favorite horror movie monster?”
“Truthfully, I’m more of a werewolf girl than vampire,” I admitted. “Sorry if that’s a deal-breaker.”
“Completely. Date over. We’re at war now,” she said in a deadpan tone.
I glanced over to see the twinkle in her eyes that settled me at once.
Given that I had an outspoken mom and a chill dad, I couldn’t explain why I was such a people pleaser, but the tendency had started early, and I still struggled to break it.
The easy acceptance Nyx gave me helped. The way she teased but didn’t criticize, how she genuinely wanted my answers helped me open up.
“So why werewolves?” she asked.
“Man, you’re making me work tonight.” I squeezed my nape. “Uh, probably the whole animalistic thing. In case my love for animals wasn’t clear by the everything about me. But the connection to nature, the idea that this other side of you is brimming beneath the surface.”
Nyx stopped in the middle of our stroll down the sidewalk, and her gaze locked on mine.
“Fuck, I really want to kiss you right now.”
Her stark admission rang in my ears, and my whole body flushed with want. “Yes, please.”
Right in the middle of the sidewalk in Phoenixville, people walking by us, cars whizzing along the street, Nyx stepped up to me and placed her hand on my chin. She tilted my face up, and her lips descended.
Sights and sounds faded away. Her lips on mine elicited the thrill of seeing a sleepy pup blink their eyes open after a successful surgery.
Of a kitten’s first stumbling steps toward me when I’d earned their trust. Euphoria burst inside me, and my whole body sparked to life as I clutched to her hips with all my might.
She drove her tongue inside my mouth, stroking against mine with a promise I wasn’t immune to.
My legs grew shaky as pleasure trembled through me.
She tasted darkly sweet, and the scent of her, plum and violets, surrounded me.
My core throbbed from the way she took control, dominated our kiss.
I melted into it with a whimper that she lapped up with her tongue.
My nipples grew sensitized, my skin electric as she claimed my mouth.
All I could do was hold on to her waist and kiss back with all my might, getting swept away by the sensations I’d been craving for so long.
Our movements slowed and grew languid as we tasted each other, satisfying and addictive. A catcall from behind us snapped me out of the moment. I drew back, my nerves sparking. Shit, we were making out in the middle of the sidewalk.
Nyx’s grin grew broad. “Damn, you’re delicious.”
I let out a strangled whimper, incapable of speech. I wanted to trace her tattoos with my tongue, nip and suck at her skin. Her tits looked amazing, those curves clear through the sheer lace shirt and black bra. “How far to your house?”
A sharp, bright laugh escaped her. “Only a few more minutes. Then you can have whatever you like.” The insinuation was clear, and fuck yes, I wanted everything she could offer and more.
We walked faster, as if both of us were eager to face the imminent explosion that would occur once we got behind closed doors.
I was so achingly new to being with anyone but cis guys, but I craved anything with her.
Normally, the nerves would set in, performance anxiety that I wouldn’t be doing enough, but Nyx was so open and easy to talk to that her attitude swept those fears away.
“I’m up there on the right.” She pointed to a cute twin. One of the doors was black, and I didn’t have to guess which house belonged to her.
“Was the door originally red?” I joked.
She rolled her eyes. “Very funny, Becks.” She hopped up the steps, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. “Come on in.”
My heart thumped hard.
Fuck yes.