Page 131 of Steeling Her
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Scared The Living Soul Out Of Me
Nick
I finally understand when Eminem said “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy” in “8 Mile.” I know exactly what the fuck he’s talking about because that’s what’s happening to me right now.Why?
Because I’m on my second date with Carter after blurting it out to her four days ago. I went a little more casual than last time. Except not for her, I took her to a scary movie. I’ll bring her for some food afterwards. Right now, she’s pacing the floor as we wait in line to get our tickets, drinks, and popcorn. I’m going all out for this girl. She can have whatever she wants.
Just as she walks by me again, contemplating the movie we’re watching, I stop her by drawing her to my chest. “You don’t need to worry, I’ve got you.” I rub her back to soothe the racing thoughts I know she’s having. Maybe “Annabelle the Creation” wasn’t the best choice, but I’ve got her. I’ve got my girl.
“Easy for you to say, you won’t be up half of the night wondering if there’s a person standing by the window when you know it’s only a pile of your clothes on the desk in the shape of one. My mind likes to play some awful tricks on me, Nick, you know this.” I chuckle as a response to her thought process. I know she’s not being facetious about it. Her mind really goes into over drive after watching scary movies and thinks of all the things she’s had in common with the main character. If they survive, she’s a little relieved, but if they die, shit hits the fan inside her head.
“If it’ll make you feel better, I can stay with you tonight? I can hold you until you sleep? Cuddle you to keep you warm?” I flirt with her. I can feel the tension dropping away one by one with each comment. “But not too warm, I don’t want a repeat of last time I tried to keep you warm.” She leans her head back, contemplating with a small grin on her lips at the offer I have placed on the table for her. Her luscious lips.Damn, Nick, keep it together, you haven’t even sat down to be thinking about that yet, you horny animal.
It’s hard sometimes. Really fucking hard, like junior down low right now.
“Isn’t it like a rule to not sleep together until like the seventh date or something?” she asks. I quirk an eyebrow at her, clearly forgetting that we’ve already slept together. Not in that way, the other way.
“Uh, Carter?” I ask while she hums a response, brushing my hair into place with her fingers. Losing my mind for a spilt-second, damn that felt so good. “We’ve already stayed together remember? When you slept over in my room?” The ruby-red color takes form on her cheeks. I know she’s remembering.
“Oh crap, I already broke a rule,” she whispers to herself, slapping her hand against her head and telling herself it was a bad move. I’m highly entertained by all of this.Rules? What rules is she talking about?
“Tell me about these ‘rules,’ ” I quote her and she begins to look everywhere else but me. I pinch her chin between my fingers to bring her attention back to me. “Tell me.” I laugh at her as she squirms to get away from me. “You can try all you want, you’ll never get away from me, Steel,” I joke.
“I bet I could.” She challenges me with a playful stare. I grip her tighter, and she starts to laugh wilder than ever, squabbling like a little child in my arms.
“Uh dude, I’m pretty sure she wants to run,” a voice behind me jokes, and I turn my head over towards stranger having an input. Once I see him, I watch him lick his lips right in front of me, clearly checking her out—preying on her.
“Uh, dude, none of your damn business,” I bite back and face Carter, who looks a little shocked I spoke back to the stranger. “She’s just fine with me, go lick you lips and check out another girl. She’s taken, so fuck off,” I rebuke while smiling down at her.
She buries her head into my torso, concealing herself away from everyone who is gawking at us. I don’t mind, I want the guys checking her out right in front of me just so I can show them we’re together. I can feel her vibrate a little in my arms. She’s either crying or laughing, and I’m hoping it’s the latter. I lean her back to see she is, in fact, laughing a little but has turned bright red. I settle her back into my chest as we wait for our turn.
“Next!” someone behind the counter barks to us. We both walk down towards the young girl who looks like she really hates her job. “What can I get for you?” she asks in a bored tone, reminding me of Roz from “Monsters Inc.”You know the one, don’t lie.
“Um, two large popcorns, two sprites, sour patch kids, Hershey’s bar, and give me some nachos too; with everything on them. What do you want, Carter?” She rolls her head back and laughs, making me grin even more. The young girl stares at me, stunned. I could eat all of that if I wanted to, but I suppose I’ll share with her for tonight. “I’m kidding, that’s for the two of us.” I smile at her and get a chuckle from her. I got a chuckle from the crankiest girl in here. I really want to jump up and down just for that achievement alone.
Once I pay her, we head towards the open doors to the theater, but she stops and turns to face me.
“You know what? I’m going to just sit out h—”
“Nope.” I nudge her back towards the doors and tread behind so she can’t run away. “Don’t even try to, Steel. I’m the head quarterback of Ole Miss. I’m quick,” I remind her, and I could feel her shiver a little.
She mumbles something under her breath but I couldn’t catch it. I know it was some sort of retort. So, I lean down into her ear and whisper, “Watch it, little missy. Daddy will give you a good spanking if you’re naughty for him.” I make her shudder, and I smirk to myself while we continue into the theatre. To say I’m horny is an understatement. I haven’t slept with a girl since the last fight we had together before we made up, and even at that, I regret it because it was with Maya.
I only did it to get back at her, when I shouldn’t have stooped that low. I shouldn’t have taken it out on her; it was Ryan that I was pissed at. I was upset with her. I thought I had lost her . . .to him.
But I have her now. She’s all mine for the taking, and that’s what I’m doing. I’m taking my chances with her. I’m taking it all.
Carter sits in her seat and places her drink in the wrong cup holder. So, I lift it back out and stretch across her. I station it into the correct holder and lean in close to her face. “Give me a kiss.” I smirk as she tries not to smile back, but once again, she can’t help herself.
We stare at each other for the longest time until I push my face closer to hers signalling I’m hungry for one now. “Come here,” I order softly, trying to coax her to me once again. When I see her bite her lip, I almost growl at her. She looks so sexy when she does that. “Let me bite on that lip,” I say seductively to her lips that’s between her teeth, and she releases it and places her lips onto mine.
We made out for a very long time, I bite down on her lip, making her whimper, and I finally felt what I’ve wanted to feel all along. That little moan set me off on a kissing spree that made us both miss the first twenty minutes of the movie. Not that she cared, that was probably her plan all along; to skip the movie and just partake in a makeout session. Not that I blame her, I am a very good kisser.
“Maybe . . . we . . . should do . . . what . . . we came here . . . to do,” I mumble after every kiss. It pains me to stop it, but I also want to watch the movie. Selfish. I know, but I’ve been dying to see it since the trailer came out. I nip at her neck to make her grip my hair with a little strength. But Christ, that felt good. The way she touched me makes me anticipate how she’s really going to touch me.
Okay, time to cool it, Nick.
