Page 27 of Perfect Alpha

She rolls her eyes again and spends the entire drive staring at her phone.

Dinner is uneventful. I order something healthy and tasteless to support Victory and Hannah in their quest to make Aidan eat vegetables. No one appreciates my efforts, though, and Victory spends all her time focused on Aidan and talking to Hannah any chance she gets.

But when we get to the movie theater, things get a lot more interesting.

“Do you want to sit in the middle?” Victory asks Aidan, her hands full with the popcorn, bottle of water, and gummy bears she bought for him.

“No,” Aidan replies firmly. The horrified expression on Victory’s face is so priceless that I have to turn away so she doesn’t catch me grinning. “Auntie Victory middle. Me end.”

“Are you sure?” she asks with a frown. “It would be better if you sat between me and Uncle Cade.”

“Me sure!”

Victory turns to glare at me like the whims of a toddler are my fault. I may or may not have dropped hints earlier in the day that the aisle is the best place to sit in case you have to escape from comic book monsters, but she has no way of knowing that for certain.

I choose a row of three seats and sit in the furthest one, Victory and Aidan following behind me.

Perfect.

“Auntie Victory?” Aidan asks.

“Yes, little man?”

“You Auntie Victory. He Uncle Cade. You married?” Aidan asks innocently, popping a gummy bear into his mouth.

“No,” Victory basically shouts, which is a gross overreaction to a pretty decent idea. “That isn’t how it always works.”

But he’s already lost interest, his attention solely focused on the massive screen while he shovels sugar into his mouth.

“Maybe the carrots will counteract the massive bag of gummy bears,” I suggest, in a stage whisper.

“I’d tell you to go to hell, but we’re already there,” Victory returns.

She’s pressed as close to Aidan as she can get, so I spread my legs as wide as possible to ensure our thighs touch.

If glares could kill, I’d be a goner.

“Do you mind?” Victory hisses.

“Not at all.” I reach across her to steal a handful of Aidan’s popcorn. Her firm breasts pressed against my forearm make my head spin, and I blink to refocus.

“Cade, moveover.”

“No problem.” I lift the divider and throw my arm across her shoulders, wedging even closer to her.

“Believe me, you don’t need to spread your legs that far,” Victory says as the lights dim, trying again to wiggle away.

“Those are fighting words, New York,” I drawl, pulling her tighter against me.

She struggles like a calf being taken from his mama, but when Aidan looks at us, clearly the desire not to make a scene outweighs her instinct to escape.

The fight drains out of her in a long exhale, and I can’t believe my luck when she rests her head on my shoulder. She’s changed her shampoo since the last time we were this close. The smell of strawberries has me wanting to bury my face in her curls.

I can’t figure out the game when her fingertips gently trace circles along my inner thigh. She’s staring at the screen, not me, so I can’t gauge her expression.

Her hand stops when it’sthis closeto touching my cock, which has gotten uncomfortably hard as though I’m an inept teenager cuddling for the first time. Since my dream girl is in my arms, I figure the lack of self-control gets a pass.

“Mmm, this is a nice change,” I mutter against her neck, purposely grazing her sensitive skin with my stubble. When she shivers in my arms, I can’t help but let out a soft groan. “You know how badly I want you, don’t you?”

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