Page 83 of Unhinged Kallie

We all got out and walked across the parking lot, but Kallie turned around and stared right at me. “You’re not planning on hovering, are you?”

Hovering? She hadn’t seen hovering yet. “No, of course not.”

I veered toward the front of the movie theater, my teeth grinding so hard I was sure everyone could hear.

“You know she’s purposely trying to piss you off, right,” Troy asked.

I looked over my shoulder to see a guy, at least a head taller than me, walk around the front of the truck and smile at Kallie. “Well, it’s working.”

“You two confuse me.” Troy shook his head. “Do you want popcorn?”

“Sure. I’ll get the tickets.”

By the time we got to our seats, I’d moved from murderous to full-on burn the mother fucking building down furious. We ended up sitting two rows behind them. Thirty minutes into the movie, I couldn’t recall anything that happened. If I heard Kallie giggle one more time, I was dragging her ass out of here. I’d toss her over my shoulder if I had to.

She whispered something to Hicks, then stood and slipped out of the seat to head down the stairs. Dropping my bag of popcorn on Troy’s lap, I ignored his ‘What the fuck?’ and followed Kallie out.

Pushing open the door to the theater, I caught a glimpse of her just before she went into the women’s bathroom. Any other time, I might have cared, but not tonight. Pulling out my phone, I pretended I was scrolling, and when the guy working the ticket area looked away, I darted into the women’s bathroom.

I stomped down the row to the larger stalls, and there she was, smirking at me as she leaned against the wall, twirling her knife. Fuck I was hard instantly.

“I think you’re in the wrong bathroom.”

I stepped inside and locked the door. “No, I’m definitely in the right fucking bathroom.”

She held the knife to my throat as I stepped up to her. “Do it if you want.”

“You’d let me?”

“I’d let you do anything except be with another guy.” She smirked. “Or girl,” I added before she could ask. I stepped closer, forcing her to cut me or remove the blade. Lowering her arm, she slid it up her sleeve, and I spun her around and pushed her up against the wall.

“I’d almost think you’re jealous,” she purred like the fucking naughty devil she was.

“I don’t share. You wanted me. You wanted all of me. Well, you’ve got it,” I whispered against her neck, and she shivered.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I squeezed just enough to where I knew she liked it, knowing it would make her wet. “Undo your jeans, Trouble.”

“You going to punish me?” The question sounded hopeful.

“I’m definitely punishing you.”

Kallie pushed her ass back into my cock, and while I was dying to be inside her, I had other ideas. She undid her zipper, wiggling her ass against me as she slid her jeans down below her ass. She was wearing a thong and I bit my lip to stop the groan as she pressed harder into me. If she wanted to play? I was going to play.

Slipping my hand into her underwear, she moaned and trembled with the first touch.

“Whose pussy is this,” I asked, running my tongue up her neck. When she didn’t answer fast enough, I stopped rubbing her clit.

“Yours,” she whimpered and tried to wiggle against my fingers.

“You sure about that? You seem uncertain. Maybe, you want Hicks to stick his long fingers in your pussy instead.” Freaking basketball players and their freakishly long fingers, it wasn’t fair.

“No. I only want you.”

My cock throbbed in time to my fingers and Kallie’s quick breaths. Moving my hand up, I covered her mouth and pinched her nose as I slipped two fingers inside her.

“No one else touches this pussy, do you understand?” She nodded just as someone else came into the bathroom. “Hold your breath while they’re in here,” I breathed in her ear and then pumped my fingers in and out of her hard. She was quaking in my hold, her nails clawing at the dark red tile on the wall.

The sound of a flush was followed by a sink and dryer before the footsteps disappeared. I moved my hand so she could gulp air before I covered her mouth again. Curling my finger, I pressed on her G spot, and she would’ve yelled if I hadn’t held her mouth closed.