And the fact that Emilia loved that thought sent her spiraling deeper and deeper in to that confused mire of lust and confusion.
The movie they picked was an older one, probably due to leave the theaters any day now. There was a reason for that, though she didn’t understand it right away. Jaxton picked a spot at the back, guiding her down the rows of seats. Maybe eight other people sat in the theater, scattered in groups of ones and twos. The pre-preview trivia and advertisements rolled away merrily on the screen, reminding the viewer to guzzle soft drinks by the gallons and stuff their faces full of candy and popcorn.
The pair still hadn’t said much to each other. Emilia kept glancing at Jaxton. Reconciling Milo with the boy he’d been to the man he’d become had been difficult. He’d always been the sweetest of the bunch, even over her own Landon. Seeing his near-cruelty shocked her to her very core.
But with Jaxton, she’d always suspected there was a mean streak in him — or at least a hyper-aggressive one. Any given position he played in football, he approached it like he was always out to kill. As a defensive lineman in his freshman year of high school, he’d once nearly broken the spine of an opposing quarterback when he hit him with a spear so hard it shocked the field into silence.
But he was also still the boy who tutored Emilia’s son through algebra. Who liked to bake cookies with her. Who she’d once held when he had his heart broken as a fourteen or fifteen year old, him sobbing like a baby. Who had been the one among his friends to look at her with the most disguised lust, who she thought of as a good kid, who she would have never guessed would make her strip so he could take intimate pictures of her most forbidden flesh.
There were tears there in the dark of the theater, then. But there was also the other half of Emilia. The questioning lust.
Jaxton had her naked back at the house. Why hadn’t he done anything to her? He’d obviously been turned on. Why had he not jacked off, or made her jerk him off like with Milo, or fucked her tits, or done… well, anything? That Emilia would have let him, there was no question. She was well and truly beyond the point of saying no to anything any of the three demanded.
Why was he letting her squirm? Didn’t he know how wet she was for him? How ready?
Emilia reached over in the darkness and gripped his knee. He looked at her, smirking, and shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth before his attention returned to the screen. “Milo bet you’d break first,” he said after he swallowed. “You just cost me twenty bucks.”
“It was an accident,” Emilia breathed.
“Bullshit.”
She didn’t say anything to that, mostly because she knew he was right. She took the popcorn from him and dropped it into the seat to her left. Jaxton reached across her for it, his arm pressed against her tits in the summer dress. She grabbed his hand, and glaring at him, guided it to the fabric between her thighs.
“You don’t get anything today,” he said.