My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)

He laughed. “Stereotyping or what? Will you be ‘hearts and flowers, and I’ll love you to the day I die’?”

Grace wrinkled her nose. “Please, I know that love like that is reserved for movies and books. It’s not real.”

“Wow, talk about bad mood.”

“Men cheat, women cheat, and love doesn’t really play a big part. We need it to pretend, but it’s not real.”

Drake shook his head. “I have to disagree. I’ve seen James and Cora together. They’re in love, and it’s much better than books and movies. Sharon and Thomas.”

“Ha, you see I heard a rumor they almost divorced because someone was interfering in their lives. Misty, the whore who likes to fuck married men. She’s also fucking Bill that gym teacher who came into the diner with Stacey. It’s sad really.”

“Okay, so no romance, no guns and death. What about horror, or are you a chicken?”

“Horror works for me. It’s a lot easier to watch.” She hummed as they got closer to the main desk. There was a paranormal horror playing, which wasn’t his ideal for being a date movie. He’d improvise.

They got their tickets, popcorn, sodas, and made their way into the main theater. Grace also failed to help as she took the center seats in the center of the room. There was not going to be any chance of making out.

Maybe the movie would be terrifying enough that she’d pounce on him. He could hope.

Sitting down, he held onto the soda, and Grace held the popcorn.

“It’s pretty busy.”

“It’s a

Friday night, and the theater has air conditioning.”

What the fuck are you doing? Talking about air conditioning.

Fuck.

He was never going to get Grace to take him seriously, and he wanted her to.

Running a hand down his face, he stretched out, and did the old style move of putting his arm around her shoulders. She didn’t push him away or start to scream at him. Keeping his hand there, he started to relax as the movie started up. So far so good.

Trailers started playing, and Grace leaned in close telling him which movies she’d like to see. He made a mental note so that he could take her out again.

Once the movie started up, he rested the soda between his thighs, and leaned across to take some popcorn. He teased her hair, stroking the length. Every now and then, Grace would jump, and he’d be there, holding her.

His cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Grace was against his side, and he got a good sight of her tits pushed together. He wanted to taste those tits, to watch them bounce as he fucked into her tight pussy.

It had been four weeks since he’d been with a woman. Four weeks since a nice tight pussy wrapped around his cock, squeezing him tightly.

Soon.

Soon.

He hoped that with the chanting, he’d be able to start believing his own words. Glancing down at Grace, he saw she was oblivious to his need.

It was going to be a torturous time, but he’d handle it.

He didn’t have much choice.

****

Grace dumped the empty container in the trash, following behind Drake. He took hold of her hand, and she squeezed his hand tightly. The movie had been good, scary, and safe. She never usually went for scary movies unless she had a large pillow she could look around, and if Suzy was there. Never had she imagined going to the cinema to see a scary movie.

Horror seemed easier and safe.