Chapter 14
I didn’t choose the thick-thigh life; the thick-thigh life chose me.
-Workout Shirt
Mia
“Where are you taking me?” I asked worriedly.
Tai had been full of surprises tonight, starting with the flowers that’d been waiting for me at my mom’s place.
A huge bundle of roses and lilies.
“To dinner and a movie…you get to pick which one we do first,” he said.
I thought about that.
“A movie,” I said. “Dinner last.”
I had a reason for that.
I had what one would call a picky stomach.
I’d had my gall bladder removed about two weeks after I’d had Colt, and my dining experiences hadn’t been the same since.
Meaning my dinners usually went right through me.
Literally.
I had to be careful what I ate, too.
I couldn’t have lots of sugar or my stomach started to fight with the rest of my digestive system, and I’d already downed a shitload of cookie dough.
So yeah, it was better to have dinner after the movie so I wouldn’t be interrupting it with my inevitable …problems.
Problems that were embarrassing as fuck to begin with and humiliating to talk about – with anyone –let alone with the man I’d been sleeping with.
So there I was, halfway through the movie, and thirsty as hell.
I eyed the drink that Tai had bought for the two of us.
I looked at it so long that Tai took notice.
“Just drink it,” Tai said laughingly.
He wouldn’t be laughing later.
But I couldn’t resist. I was thirsty!
I must have been dehydrated from all the crying I’d been doing over the last two days.
It was like I was going through it all over again. The memories were assaulting me from all directions.
And before I knew it, I’d drank nearly half the damn coke.
Shit.
I put the cup down, thankful that we got free refills seeing as I had no control, and turned my head back to the movie.
It was a little unbelievable.
Then again, it was a movie about aliens…so, there was that.
Tai’s hand grabbed mine, and we held hands throughout the fifteen-minute car chase scene where the cops chased the badass alien around in his muscle car.
Tai’s hands were so big and capable, such a huge difference from mine. But what was amazing was that, despite the differences in our hands, we both used them in support of life – him saving lives and me helping to bring life into the world.
My hands had held many babies over the last two years, and I absolutely loved it.
I traced his fingers with my hand, running the pad of my thumb up and over the back of his hand absently.
It wasn’t until I’d been doing it for a while that I realized he was watching me.
“What?” I whispered, leaning closer.
He didn’t voice his answer, he just leaned over and kissed me soundly.
I smiled once he let me up for air.
“What?” I asked again.
He kissed me again.
I got the point then.
He didn’t want anything…just wanted to look at me.
So I let him, turning my head back to the screen.
But I leaned my head against his large, muscled arm, and enjoyed the hell out of the rest of the movie.
Except the sex scene.
That, I didn’t enjoy.
Mostly because I was horny as hell and watching a man that supposedly had two alien cocks get it on wasn’t helping matters
Something that Tai caught on to when the alien and the heroine started getting it on.
Double penetration was never discussed, but it sure as heck was implied. I mean, he had two hard cocks…how else was he going to satisfy both of them?
I felt Tai’s grip on my hand tighten when he noticed how much I was squirming and realized that I hadn’t been moving in my seat to readjust my position, but because the friction of my thighs pressing together felt so good.
“What are you thinking about?” He whispered down to me.
I didn’t dare lift my head.
If I did, I knew he’d see everything right there on my face, plain as day.
His hand moved slowly from its positon on the top of my knee, skimming up the inside of my thigh until he got to the tops of my thighs, where my pussy sat covered by my panties.
I was suddenly very thankful that I’d worn a dress on today’s date.
I’d specifically kept it unpacked with my usual clothes just in case Tai wanted to go somewhere special.
And this was special…I hadn’t been to the movies since I was fourteen.
And I hadn’t been groped in public since I was eighteen and out to a date with Johnny Reid, my high school crush.
But Tai had more skills in this department than Johnny Reid. Tai was a very sexual man, without even trying to be. He had my pussy clenching with just his hand resting on my bare thigh.
Maybe it was because I knew what those hands could do.
Maybe it was because he knew my body almost better than I did, and I’d been housing myself in it for twenty-seven years.
Regardless, all he had to do was run his long, work roughened fingers teasingly up the middle of my thigh, and I was panting.
By the time he reached the soaked panties covering my pussy lips, I wasn’t just panting anymore.
I was coming.
And it was embarrassing.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, blushing so furiously that I knew he could see it, even in the darkness of the theater.
I looked all around us, everywhere but at him, to see if anyone had noticed my out-of-body experience.
Thankfully, nobody had.
The big man a few seats down the row from me was still shoving popcorn in his face, completely engrossed in the movie playing on the screen.
The young couple directly in front of us was still so into each other that they didn’t care what was going on just a few feet behind them.
Tai’s hand tightened on my thigh, and I finally gave him my eyes.
“You…that’s all it takes with you?” He whispered roughly.
I blushed profusely again and glared.
He grinned unrepentantly.
I crossed my legs, leaning away from him, putting my weight into the other side of my seat’s handle.
He didn’t care.
He put his hand back on my thigh, then slowly started to work back up to the very top of my thigh, then back down again.
Jesus, the man was lethal.
I’d just come, and here I was, ready to go again.
I stiffened when on his next pass, he went up further than he’d gone before.
He went even further and curled his fingers underneath my panties, then he was lightly petting my hot, wet flesh.
He stopped at the backs of my thighs where my pussy was exposed, and sensuously teased his fingers along my slit, coaxing my juices out to cover his fingers.
Meanwhile, I was dying.
Literally dying.
I couldn’t make myself make him stop.
Couldn’t make myself force him to remove his hand.
Instead, I stayed exactly where I was, letting him torment me and wondering just how far he’d go.
We were in the very last row at the back of the theater, so there was nobody behind us to see what he was doing, and I hadn’t seen the man at the end of the row look over at me once.
His fingers stopped their playing, and this time they slowly entered me.