Page 192 of Property of Necro
“You got me a cut?” Fisting my hands down at my sides, as to not draw too much attention, I do a small, little wiggle in place.
Necro nods, eyes downcast because of the bright lights, the people, or the fact that he’s giving me a gift, I can’t be certain, so I roll with it and whip around. He gently feeds my arms through the holes and slides the buttery leather up my arms to my shoulders. It fits perfectly, and when I turn back around, a group of people pass by and stare at us—at Necro. Rot steps in front of him to shield him from the onlookers, but I do one better. I pull a page out of the Coffin handbook and snap my teeth at them like a rabid dog. The women scurry along, commenting about how crazy I am, as their dates continue to stare, only not at my husbands, at me. Which is a far better option, as far as I’m concerned.
Shaking his head, clearly smiling as the lines around his eyes crinkle and the blue-white glistens, Necro slips his arm through mine and escorts me to Coffin, who fans out four movie tickets.
“We’re keepin’ these.” Coffin slaps them over his forearm and tucks them inside his cut.
“Ididn’t know they did real tickets anymore. I thought everything was digital,” I comment.
“Not here. They have two theaters, and I rented out one,” Coffin says.
“A whole one?”
“Yeah.” The blond shrugs. “I figured we don’t need to be disturbed.”
Tilting my head back, I stare up in awe at the old architecture. “I’ve never been to a movie theater before.”
“None of us have besides Rot,” Coffin explains.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Really,” Coffin adds. “I thought we’d do this shit together. Rot picked the movie.”
“What movie?” I ask, excitement bubbling in my chest.
“You’ll see.” Rot pats my behind and together we walk through the gold-gilded doors, up a set of red-carpeted stairs, to the popcorn and candy stand, where the girl behind the counter doesn’t appear to be put off by us or our appearance as she serves us two giant buckets of popcorn, three sodas, a bottle of water for me, and just about every candy imaginable because apparently we have to try them all—Coffin’s orders.
Once Coffin and Rot are loaded down, I turn to Necro, knowing he won’t eat much of this, apart from the chocolate that’ll melt in his mouth. Running my fingers down his arm to his wrist, I thread my fingers through his. “How about a Slurpee?” I offer, noting they have Coke, blue raspberry, and cherry on tap.
He shrugs, looking everywhere but me.
Not wanting to embarrass him, in case he’s never hadone before, I turn to the kind woman working the counter. “Can we get one of each, please?”
“Mix cherry with the Coke, Red,” Rot hollers as he shoulders his way into our theater.
“On it.” I chuckle, and the woman gets straight to work. When she’s done, she jams the cups into a holder and slides it across the glass-topped counter.
Coffin slips up behind us and slaps a stack of cash on the counter before claiming our drinks. “Keep the change and have a good night.” He tips an imaginary hat to her and turns to me as the poor girl sputters a dozen “thank yous”, blushing ten shades of pink.
I get it.
He’s hot.
For some reason, he’s not growling at her or being a total douchebag, so yeah, I’d be shocked, too, if I was her.
“Come on, Sweet Cheeks, we got the perfect seats.” He grabs a handful of my ass, and I yip as we enter through the double doors into a beautiful room, where I gasp in awe.
It’s impossible not to.
When you think of a movie theater, this isn’t what comes to mind. This was a playhouse once upon a time. There’s a stage at the front where the screen drops, and it’s enormous. The ceiling’s architecture is… I don’t even have the words.
Stupendous?
There are literally carved angels and a painted skyscape.
The lighting is warm as we take our seats in what must be refurbished chairs. They recline slightly back, and thearms retract. I move around Rot to sit in the middle, but the naughty man forces me into his lap instead. He wraps his arms around my middle and nuzzles the back of my neck. “I fuckin’ love you, Red.”
My stomach swoops at his sweet admission as Coffin lightly punches Rot in the shoulder and drops down beside us. “Hey, asshole, this was my honeymoon idea.”
