Fireworks 1 and 2

Chapter Forty-One

    The theater room was dim, but the boys were in a rowdy mood, leaning over seats to mess with each other. Drake claimed a seat at the back of the theater while most of his boys sat up towards the front.

    "Ted2SZN!" Ryan shouted with his hands cupped around his mouth.

    "Sit the hell down, boy," Chubbs muttered.

    OB for some reason found that hilarious. "We gon' need a widescreen fo' this!" he yelled out.

    "They're too hype right now," Drake said as Mia sat beside him.

    Bri sat on the other side of her. The minute she sat down, her phone started ringing. "I forgot to turn the ringer off, my bad," she said, standing and pulling her cell phone out of her jeans pocket. She looked at the LCD screen. "It's Shawn," she told Mia. She walked down the row and exited the room so she could answer the phone.

    Movie trailers started playing.

    Drake lifted his hands in the air and clapped his hands. "Hey - someone had to leave right quick to answer their phone. We have to wait."

    OB collapsed into one of the chairs and raised booted feet on the back of the chair that was in front of him. He clasped his hands together behind his head.

    "You were amazing today," Drake told Mia.

    "Thank you. We all worked pretty well together."

    "Even Bri threw some gems in there," he said, chuckling.

    Bri poked her head back into the room. "This phone call is going to take awhile. You guys can play the movie without me."

    OB turned his head and called over his shoulder, "Queue it up!"

    Mia couldn't tell who was controlling the projector, but the previews started to play again. She tilted her head to the side and pressed her fingers into her neck, cursing under her breath.

    "Your neck again?" Drake whispered.

    "Yeah. It was fine, but it's starting to act up again."

    "Come here," he told her.

    She looked at him. "Come where?"

    He patted the spot between his legs.

    One of her eyebrows lifted.

    "Not like that," he said. "Sit in front of me. There's room, trust me. These chairs are huge."

    She shook her head. "I don't know, Aubrey."

    "Suit yourself," he said.

    She chewed on the inside of her cheek and cursed again under her breath when she touched a tender spot on her neck. He did have magical hands. Each time he'd massaged her neck, she had immediately felt better. "All right," she muttered, standing and moving to stand in front of him.

    He looked up at her and opened his legs wider.

    She scooped her hair over one shoulder while sitting down in front of him with her back facing him. "Behave," she told him over her shoulder.

    "Of course," he said, lightly touching the back of her neck.

    She placed her arms on the armrest, trying to ignore the tingles that ran down the length of her spine. His fingers trailed down her back. She arched away from his hand. He chuckled low and deep and set his hands on her shoulders as the movie started.

    "This is the screener," he explained to her while he massaged her shoulders. "The movie hasn't been released yet."

    "Are you in it?" she asked.

    "Yeah."

    "Quiet in the back!" OB yelled overdramatically.

    Ryan and Chubbs cracked up laughing.

    "So rude, right?" OB asked Ryan, doubling over in laughter.

    Mia giggled and lowered her head as Drake started working on the base of her neck.

    "Keep playing," Drake called back to them. "Keep trying to show off in front of company."

    OB continued laughing, but quieted when the opening credits started.

    Mia settled back against Drake. He trailed his hands down her arms and linked his fingers with hers as they watched the movie. Focusing on the movie was difficult when his thighs were pressed against hers. Firm and warm. Like the rest of him.

    The movie was hilarious. Several times, everyone in the theater laughed in unison. When Drake appeared on the screen, OB pointed. "That's my boy!" he shouted.

    Everyone in the theater cheered, then quickly quieted so they could hear their boy's lines clearly.

    Mia smiled . "They love you," she said softly.

    "I love them too." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer to him. "Your hair smells good," he told her.

    His voice was soft in her ear and his mouth was so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his breath. She could feel the length of him pressed against her lower back. She kept her eyes focused on the movie. He shifted behind her, ever so slightly, but enough to pull a moan from her. He stopped moving, but a moment later shifted again. He's doing this on purpose, she realized. Time for him to get some of his own medicine. She pressed her rear end into him and looked at him over her shoulder, with curly hair draped over one of her eyes.

    He stared back at her in the dark, the expression in his eyes unreadable.

    She moved back against him again, keeping eye contact with him.

    He groaned and cleared his throat to cover up the sound.

    She smiled and turned back to continue watching the movie.

    One of his hands lowered to the hem of her tank top. His hand crept beneath the fabric and caressed her stomach. Her abdomen trembled in response, a series of small convulsions. He flattened his hand on her stomach and moved his hand upward.

    She bit her bottom lip and felt him moving against her. She moved back against him. His hand slipped beneath her bra and cupped her breast.

    His friends whooped with laughter.

    She covered Drake's roaming hand with hers. He lowered his head and kissed her shoulder while kneading her breast in his hand. "Aubrey," she whispered.

    "Shh," he whispered back.

    She'd wanted to tell him that they should stop. That this wasn't a good idea. She bit back her own words. Because his hand felt good on her skin. Because it felt like it belonged there. And he felt good, solid as a rock behind her. She could have told him to stop, but the truth was, she didn't want him to.