Page 13 of New Year, New Baby
“I know, and that’s why I want to look hot tonight,” I say through gritted teeth while eyeing my outfit.I’m wearing a tight white halter top that barely holds in my girls, and paired it with a black leather mini-skirt.Thigh high black boots finish the outfit, and just to be sure, I add more lipstick before adjusting my tits beneath the stretchy material of the top.There, they look even bigger and rounder now, and I smirk with satisfaction.
“You look like a skank, girl,” Adora encourages from my phone screen.“Stan isn’t going to know what hit him.”
I nod with gruesome pleasure because I want revenge for Hunter’s treatment of me.Maybe the man of the house thinks I’m a repulsive pile of trash, but hopefully Stan Wentworth won’t think so.Yes, I’m going with the football quarterback to see that stupidDeadpool and Wolverinemovie, and he’s going to get the ride of his life.Maybe literally, if I have my way.
“Yeah, that’s the point,” I say through gritted teeth, eyeing my reflection one last time.My blonde hair’s in a waterfall down my back, the golden curls like a glimmering mane.Perfect.I grab my purse.“Wish me luck, girl.”
“Good luck,” Adora says from the phone.“Let me know how it goes!”
“Will do,” I say before waving goodbye.Then, I turn on my heel and set my lips into a determined line because there’s a job to be done ...and only one woman to do it.
8
Nova
Whoever said that Marvel movies don’t have plots was right because I can’t figure out what’s going on in this thing.People seem to fly across the air, and then Deadpool will say something snarky.Then, an entire building will light on fire, and Wolverine will show up before being struck by a bullet or attacked by ninjas.All I know is that the movie’s pure chaos, with streaking cars, nosediving planes, and of course, Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman dressed up in ridiculously tight costumes.
Not that I care though because I’m so busy seething about what happened over New Year’s.I’m still thinking about Hunter and his abominable ways, even as the image of that man makes me squeeze my thighs tight.He’s incredibly sexy, with his deep growl and broad chest, and he’s so huge too.I felt like a tiny flower crushed against a massive wall when I was with him, and when he tweaked my nipples and stroked my rosebud, it was sheer ecstasy.
A particularly loud crash startles me from my reverie, and Stan leans over in the darkened theater.
“Are you okay, Nova?”he whispers.“I can explain the plot to you if you want.”
Stan is really handsome actually, as the lights from the screen flicker across his high cheekbones and strong jaw.When we met in front of the theater, I could see quite a few ladies eyeing his tall frame, broad shoulders, and chiseled features.Yes, Stan is young, but it’s agoodyoung, where his skin is smooth and his hands soft.I should be jumping for joy that I’m the one on a date with the Big Man on Campus because a lot of women would give their right arms to be in my place.Especiallyafter the way I was so rudely treated by Hunter.
As a result, I force myself to smile.
“No, I get it,” I whisper back.“It’s a little confusing but Deadpool and Wolverine time-traveled, and now they’re trying to save the multiverse, right?”
“Right,” Stan whispers back.“And they’re specifically fighting against a woman named Cassandra Nova, who’s a revenant, which is a parasitic life form born bodiless on the astral plane.She’s the twin sister of Charles Xavier.You know, Professor X of the X-Men?”
I try and think of what I know about theX-Menfranchise, which is pitifully little.
“Right,” I murmur back.“I see.”
Stan nods, satisfied.Then, another especially loud crash explodes on the screen and I shudder reflexively.Why the hell do these theaters put the volume on max all the time?I swear, my eardrums are going to burst because it’s so doggone loud.
But Stan takes the opportunity to reach for my hand and encases it in his own soft one.
“I don’t want you to be scared,” he whispers.“Just hold onto me, Nova.I’ll take care of you.”
I manage a watery smile at him in the darkness of the theater because while I appreciate the sentiment, this is not what I want in life.I want to be encased in the powerful arms of an alpha male, the very air sucked from my lungs as Hunter kisses me ravenously.I want every cell of my being to vibrate with Hunter’s powerful male energy, and to feel so attracted that I can’t think, speak, or even breathe.
Yet here I am in a theater, sitting next to a high school boy who seems to know the ins and outs of the X-Men universe.To be honest, nothing could be less exciting, and my heart sinks as Stan gives my hand a little squeeze while shooting me a sideways smile.I try to smile back and that’s when I notice it.My date to the movies is sporting a huge boner, which my hand’s only a few inches from at this very moment.I’m not sure that he knows that I’ve seen, or that he even wants me to see because the long and the short of it is that Stan is a teenage boy.Even if he’s a BMOC, he’s still going through the uncomfortable process of adolescence, and hell, I’ve heard his voice crack before in class.
But still, I can’t unsee what I’ve already seen.There’s a lump in his jeans, although it’s not extraordinarily massive.It looks middling in size, with a nice hot dog shape poking down the length of his left leg.
“Boom!”the screen pops with explosions again.“Pop pop pop!”
Stan leans forward, a whiff of cologne tickling my nostrils.
“You okay, Nova?”he whispers, giving my hand an intimate squeeze.“Just tell me if you want to leave if it gets too scary.”
I smile weakly.
“No, I’m okay,” I whisper back.“Thanks for asking.”
Stan nods and sits upright again, our clasped hands even closer to his boner now.The denim of his jeans is stiff and I wonder if he’s going to do it.Will he pull my hand inch by inch towards his crotch until my fingers are resting on the small chubby?Does he expect me to touch him, even with all these people around?Hell, how can he even be aroused right now, given the screams and shouts on-screen?
