Page 57 of Burn It Down
It was great sneaking around with her, at first. A little exciting. Terrifying too. Even better when we started to get serious out of nowhere. Then fucking miserable being apart.
The passion and heat that sparked between us was awesome, even if it hurt. This though, --just having her with me and talking about real things that were a part of us--thiswas fucking amazing.
Having her sweet and open, and just beingherwas the best thing yet. I felt like the only person I was truly myself with was Gigi.
Even Cage, who knew me better than anyone, caused me to act differently. There was always that male competition; whether it was the tattoos, the women, the drinking. With Gigi…I justwas. Holding her hand while we listened to crappy 80’s music and drove downtown in the snow was as epic as it got.
Gigi was excited and a little tipsy off the wine she’d downed at dinner. I thought it might not take too much persuading when I wanted to bury my face between her legs. Especially since she was fidgeting in her seat, watching me with that burn in her eyes. Fuck, she was hot.
“Well, I am looking forward to it.” I slanted a look at her and smirked.
My eyes watched her tits bounce in her dress. The satin of her dress did nothing to hide her pebbled nipples. I didn’t think my woman was wearing a bra.
This made my dick harder, though it had been hard all night. Seeing the necklace bounce between her tits sobered me a little. I could do all I wanted to her later; right now, I wanted to see this date through. I had plans.
I bought the box seats for Hamilton, a show I knew she wanted to see. The show was for her. The box seats were for me, for what I wanted to do to her in the dark.
Because if any other dude better suited to her took her out, it would be to something like this. What I did to her in the dark of those box seats is what would make our dates different. Ones that promised all the culture with the bonus of my tongue fucking her to orgasm.
Again, I left my keys in the hands of a young valet, growling when he held my woman’s hand too long while helping her out. Gigi giggled and slid to my side, soothing my jealousy.
Tonight, she seemed oblivious to the looks, to the attention, and I was kind of glad for it. My woman seemed as focused on me as I was on her, and that made the pricey dinner and pricier seats worth it.
“I’m excited now that I see the theatre. I wanted to see this show, but I mean…baby, I know it’s not your thing. You don’t need to do these things for me just because…” Gigi didn’t finish her thought as we headed inside.
We both knew what she meant. Just because someone like her dick professor would. That meant I absolutely had to do these things.
I gave a swat, then a squeeze at her ass and yanked her closer. No panties. My dirty girl. Bending into her neck, I breathed her in before I whispered at her ear.
“I do need to, because pleasing you is what I need to do. Tell me why my woman has no panties on?” Another swat of her ass, and Gigi moaned a little.
“Because even if it’s a date like this,” Gigi indicated the swirling ceilings and gold pillars of the theatre, “it is a date with you, Finn Cooper.” My eyes focused on her tits to confirm no bra, and she flushed beneath my gaze.
“I should be offended. I’m not. Just know I appreciate it. Still plan to punish you for it later, Sweetheart. You want a drink?” I nodded towards the bar.
“Yes, please.” Gigi wet her lips, and I watched the drag of her tongue.
“Keep it up, Sweetheart.” I made a show of adjusting my hard cock and she whimpered.
At the bar, I ordered two beers, and she smiled when I handed over hers. Gigi might drink those girl drinks when she hung out with Charli or Lola, but for the most part, she was a bud light kind of girl.
Didn’t mean she wasn’t a classy chick, just meant she didn’t have to drink wine and spritzers to prove it. Even though Gigi was uncertain about her future, she was never unsure about herself.
This was a major reason I had wanted her for so long. I was the exact opposite. With such a fucked-up family, I had no guidance on what kind of person to be. It left me unsure of who I was. Until I met the Coopers.
It was ironic to me the way we had been paired together, Cage and I. In junior high, I had a chip on my shoulder and a bad attitude. Cage was always a good kid, his parents raised him right.
I got into some trouble one day, nothing unusual about that. Somehow, we both got called down for it. Sitting there, waiting for them to figure it out, Cage decided the course of my future for me.
“Why’s he here? I did it.” Cage didn’t even know what he was admitting to, and we both knew it.
Before then, we had often gotten stuck together in labs and such because of our matching names. Cage was always smart and friendly, but I had that attitude. I was a few calls to the office shy of getting expelled.
That particular day, my stunt might have been enough. While they were in gym, I was smoking in the locker room. It triggered the sprinklers and soaked the entire class.
We stood dripping in the principal’s office because Cage had lingered to make sure everyone was okay. Kid always had a firefighter mentality.
“Cage, I don’t buy that. You don’t even need to be here.” With a smirk back at me that would cement our future friendship, he argued with the principal.
