Page 82 of Deadly Sweet

My back stiffens. “Who’s Carrie?” I ask, a little bit of a growl in my voice. “Is she some other bitch you’re hiding around here?” I move to stand up while looking.I swear to god, if they’re hiding another woman, I will be chopping off dicks.

“No, no,” Caleb says, standing up with his hands out. “It’s a movie. About a girl who gets bullied. They pranked her at prom and covered her in pig's blood. Like full-body, head-to-toe.”

My brows furrow as I sit back down. “Well, that’s fucked up. If that was me, I’d kill all the little bitches.”

Caleb chuckles. “We should watch the movie.”

“Movie night?” I ask excitedly. “Oh, I’d love that. I love movies so much.”

“How about this weekend? Popcorn, candy, the whole shebang.”

My eyes light up. “Just like they do on TV? Okay, yeah.” I nod eagerly. “I’d love that.”

“We should take you to a theater. Give you the whole cinematic experience,” Walker suggests.

“I have a question. Are you allowed to fuck in the movie theater? I’ve seen a few movies that kind of confuse me. Sometimes they do, in others, they say it’s a no-no. So what’s the real deal?” I ask, leaning forward, intrigued by their answer.

“I mean, I’d let you fuck me at the theater.” Caleb grins widely.

“Caleb,” Jake groans. “You can’t do that.”

I pout. “So, it’s not allowed? Shame. I saw a movie where she sucked his dick. So I’m assuming that’s not allowed either?”

“It happens,” Caleb explains. “I mean, no, it's technically not allowed, but people do it. But who doesn’t break the rules every now and again.”

“Caleb,” Walker warns.

“She kills people for a living. We’re looking past that, but not a little blowy at the movies?”

“It’s okay, Caleb. No movie blow jobs for Walker. Only you.”

“What about me?” Jake asks, frowning.

“Nah, you only get a handy.” Caleb chuckles.

“Gee, thanks.” Jake rolls his eyes.

“How about you, Big Guy?” I ask Leroy.

“No public sex,” Leroy states. “But, at home, fair game?”

“Deal!” I grin.

“Alright, enough talk about movie sex,” Walker grunts, shifting in his seat. “I have something to show you.”

“What is it?” I ask, excitement filling me.

“Come with me.” He stands and holds out his hand. I take it, letting him pull me to my feet.

He turns around and squats, making me frown. “Hop on, Little Killer.” He grins at me over his shoulder.

My eyes widen, and I smile when I realize he wants to give me a piggyback ride. With an excited squeal, I jump on, latching onto him like a koala.

I’m laughing hard by the time we reach his truck, this carefree feeling filling me. I feel all light and airy.

Walker chuckles as he places me on my feet. A giddiness hits me as I wait for him to show me whatever he has up his sleeve.

“So, I kind of went rogue,” Walker admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “I knew this was a lot of changes for you, too, and I wanted to make sure you were taken care of. We don’t really have the house set up for an Omega, and I wanted to fix that.”

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