Page 28 of Perfect Alpha

She glances over at Aidan, who is enraptured with the movie and looking through the 3D glasses that Victory and I didn’t bother to put on.

He’ll be asleep in no time. After missing his nap to go to the fair, dinner with his mom, and now a completely overstimulating movie that will make absolutely no sense, he’s going to crash hard.

Victory seems to realize it, too, and she moves so close that she’s almost on my lap. “I think I have some idea.”

I respond by taking her earlobe between my teeth, and when she rests her hand beside my cock instead of on it, I whimper my protest.

“Remember what we used to do in movie theaters?” I ask huskily.

A smile plays across her pouty lips, and I’m glad she’s not immune to the good memories that keep me going on the hard days.

This is way too easy, too comfortable, too familiar, and part of me knows Victory would never let it happen.

But sheis.

I won’t let my brain skip ahead further than five seconds.

She finally turns to me and presses her lips against my neck. Her words vibrate on my skin, goosebumps breaking out all over my body as my balls tighten.

“I remember, Cade. I remember sliding my hand into your jeans and teasing your cock until it was dripping pre-cum all over my fingers. I remember you groaning into my neck because it just felt so fucking good and you wanted to come so badly.”

Jesus.

Her words alone have me overheated and amped up beyond belief.

“I’d get you so close to the edge that I had to walk in front of you on our way out,” she continues. “We would pull over on the way home and you’d fuck me against your truck, so desperate to let go inside me. I remember taking you in my mouth when we were alone in a theater and you were so turned on that I swallowed your cum right there.”

Holyshit.

This is definitely my girl, and she’s definitely back.

“Can we get out of here?” I beg.

Aidan has already fallen asleep, the bag of gummy bears clutched in his little hand. I can’t even remember why I ever wanted to see this stupid movie.

Victory gives me a sexy smile that takes my breath before picking Aidan up and making her way out of the theater with me close behind. He doesn’t stir when she eases him into his car seat and then climbs in beside me.

“I like it better when we’re getting along,” I muse, reaching over and rubbing my thumb along the familiar curve of her jaw without taking my eyes off the road.

“Then you should stop being such an asshole,” Victory helpfully suggests, and I chuckle.

“Are you dating anyone?” The raw vulnerability in my voice surprises me. I clear my throat and hope it helps.

“Probably half as many people as you are,” Victory confirms, but she softens it by putting her hand back on my leg. My erection hasn’t abated, and it’s beyond painful.

“Remember what we used to do in your truck?” she teases.

I groan. “That’s exactly what I’m fantasizing about right now. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to have your mouth wrapped around me, baby.”

When we pull into the driveway, Victory carries Aidan upstairs to bed while I wait impatiently in the truck, my hands drumming restlessly on the steering wheel.

Time slows when what you want is just out of reach. She returns after what feels like five hours but was likely closer to five minutes.

“He didn’t wake up. My parents are watching a movie in the living room, and your dad is sound asleep.”

I nod, absorbing her words. Is this actually happening? “Can we go to your place?”

She rests her hand on mine. “Yes, please.”

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