“All right, Dad, we’ll be back later.” Jonah claps his father on the shoulder, and we all step out onto the porch.
Mary reaches for my hand as we move toward the truck, Jonah behind us.
I open the passenger door for Mary and give her a hand to help her up. She smiles at me and takes my offered hand. From the outside, I look like a true Southern gentleman. But on the inside, I’m chomping at the bit to get Jonah alone and naked.
Chapter Ten
Jonah
I hate this. I don’t want to be here, watching my sister make goo-goo eyes at an asshole who seems to spend more time smirking at me than paying attention to her.
After grabbing popcorn and soda from the concession stand at the movie theater, we get our tickets checked and head to theater number three. Since it’s a Saturday afternoon, there aren’t many people around to bother us.
Some guy I’ve never seen before comes toward us and stops. “Hey, Roman! Good job at the game last night.”
He’s definitely older than us, but not old enough to have kids that go to the high school. Must be someone Roman knows from his parents.
“Thanks. It was fun.” Roman gives the guy his “I know I’m the best” smile and we carry on.
“Someone you know?” Mary asks.
“Not really.”
“He seems to know you.”
“Everyone knows me. I’m the quarterback. Everyone in the building knows who I am.”
He says it so casually, like its expected, but I can’t wrap my head around it. He’s a high school football player. Who cares?
Roman opens the door for us, and we all walk into the darkened room. The previews haven’t started, so it’s still bright enough to see, but it’s definitely not as light as the hallway.
I wander away from them to sit by myself, figuring they would prefer that, but when my ass hits the chair, Roman is plopping down next to me.
“What are you doing?”
He looks at me with that smirk I’m starting to loathe. “I’m sitting down, princess.”
“You can literally sit in any other seat.” I gesture to the room. “We’re the only ones in here.”
Roman leans into my space. “That’s true, but it’s harder to finger-fuck your sister when you’re sitting right next to us. I like a challenge.”
I’m too shocked to respond. I sit there, staring at him, flabbergasted. Who says things like that?
With a wink he sits back in his chair, raises the arm rest between him and Mary, and settles in to watch the movie. Leaning against the arm farthest away from him, I eat my buttery, salty popcorn as the lights lower and the previews play.
Mary and Roman have a tub of popcorn to share that’s sitting between his legs. Every time his hand moves, my eyes are drawn to his thighs, his hands, his lips. Frustrated with myself, I steel my reserve and face the screen.
I will not look at him again.
But those hands…
No.
I think he’s gay. Or maybe bi? He’s here with Mary, and he admitted he’s had sex before.
I think he’s fucking with me. Just trying to get a rise out of me.
But he was hard last night.
God damn it.
I close my eyes and force myself to take a deep breath, hold it, then release it.
Please, Lord, help me make the right decisions. Give me the strength to avoid temptation. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.
The movie starts with the classic intro all Marvel films do before the action starts. I’m lost in the story, my hand lying limp in the bag of popcorn, when a hand lays on my thigh. The unexpected touch makes me jump.
Roman’s hand is on my thigh, high on my thigh, just sitting there. What is he doing? My heart is pounding so loud I can’t focus on what the actors are saying. Adrenaline pumps through me with every pulse.
I don’t know what to do. Do I ignore it? Brush it off? Tell him to stop? Do I want him to stop?
From the corner of my eye, I can see him looking forward at the screen like he hasn’t forced my brain to spiral out of control. Does he know, or even care, how this affects me? Is he just messing with me to get a rise out of me? What he is trying to accomplish?
My dick strains against the confines of my jeans. Roman’s hand is so close. The heat of his palm burning my skin through the fabric. I’m at war with myself. I desperately want him to touch me, but it goes against everything I believe in.
I will be punished for my sins.
Harshly.
Without thinking it through, I stand, forcing him to drop his hand or have Mary see what he’s doing.
“I have to pee,” I blurt out the words and drop my bag of popcorn into the folded-up seat and move down the aisle away from them.
Neither of them says anything, Mary turns back to the movie, but I can feel Roman’s gaze like a physical caress.
Once in the bathroom, I splash some water on my face and take a deep breath.
I’m not sitting next to Roman. I will sit somewhere else. I must remove myself from temptation.
Giving myself a stern look, I repeat the words again, finish drying my face and hands and step toward the door. The door swings open as I reach for the handle and Roman steps in, shutting the door and flicking the lock.
What now?
My stomach is once again in my throat, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. I never know what he will do, and that scares the crap out of me.
With a shove to my chest, he backs me into the wall and follows into my space. His palms are flat against the tile on either side of my head, caging me in. I swallow nervously, waiting for his next move.
For a moment, he says nothing. He just looks at me, his eyes trailing down to my lips. Self-conscious, I lick my dry lips and I could swear he groans.
“You’re a terrible actor.”
Surprised, I look at him with confusion. “What?”
“You’re shit actor, which means you’re a shit liar.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Tired of being afraid of him, I shove him away from me.
He smirks at me, like I’m doing exactly what he wants.
I hate him.
He messes with me and I can’t tell what his game is. Is he gay and just afraid of it? Or is he trying to get me to admit something he can use against me?
“I’m going to fuck your sister.” The words fall from his mouth so casually, he could have been talking about the weather.
“Not if I have any say in it.” I step toward him, fists clenched.
Roman barks out a laugh. “You have no say in it. I could fuck her in my truck while you’re in class and you would never know.” He stands up straight, trying to use his height to intimidate me. “Hell, I could fuck her in the cafeteria, in front of everyone, and no one would stop me.”
My jaw tightens so hard my teeth ache. I can feel my pulse throb in the vein in my forehead.
“Stay away from her.”
He leans in, that damn smirk still on his face with a whisper of space separating us, when his eyes drop to my lips. His head lowers like he will whisper something to me, but there’s a knock on the door.
We both jump apart, breathing hard. My cheeks heat with embarrassment. If anyone walked in and saw us standing that close together, they would assume we’re kissing. Thank God he locked the damn door.