Page 68 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

“Errrrr…” I should know this. I did look it up. But it clearly was not something special enough to register fully. “Some family friendly epic. No one has convinced Women’s Club to start featuring the Mouse After Dark yet.”

“The Mouse After Dark?”

I nod, pulling her into me, scooting us back to prop up against the pillows I tossed back here for the evening. I steal another kiss, this time letting our tongues meet long enough for my dick to twitch.

“You know, classics like Chitty Chitty Gang Bang and The Loin King.”

Brenna half groans, half laughs. “Seriously?”

“Could always go with You’ve Got Male, or Everyone I Did Last Summer, or The Boobyguard.”

“The Boobyguard? Really?”

I shift so that she’s facing me now, our legs intertwined. Resting my forehead against hers, I slowly run a hand up her body, loving the feel of her curves. Every inch of her is soft and perfect, and I’ve been dying to feel her—taste her—again. Slipping a hand up her shirt, I cup her breast, running my thumb over the cotton of her bra, feeling her nipple pebble under my touch. Brenna’s eyes flutter shut, her breath shuddering.

Fuck, is she beautiful…

“You mean to tell me these don’t need guarding?”

“That depends,” she whispers, sighing heavily. “Is what you’re doing right now considered guarding?”

“Sure is.”

“Then they absolutely do.”

Brenna licks her lips, her eyes going dark a split second before her lips are on mine. She kisses me hard and fast, like she’s on a mission—one that I’m happy to accompany her on. I kiss her back, just as hard, but I slow down the pace, wanting to drag this out. I enjoy kissing her too much to rush this.

“Hello, Hickory Hills!” Mayor Barbour’s voice sounds tinny through the microphone, but it’s more than enough to kill the mood. Brenna and I pull back from each other, only a little, both of us smiling like kids on Christmas. “Thank you for joining us for movie night! I hope y’all have your snacks⁠—”

“Oh, I do…” I quip.

Brenna giggles, playfully shoving me. The mayor continues on, neither of us fully listening to what he has to say. I consider kissing her again, but I hold back, knowing that if I do, I won’t be able to stop. So I force myself to sit up. To focus on the pillows and arranging them so that we can see the screen. On anything other than the fact that I want to take her home and strip her down.

“Do you want a blanket?” I ask, the screen coming to life before us.

“It’s eighty-five degrees out.”

“You might still get cold,” I suggest, giving her a wink.

“Isn’t that what you’re for?” she tosses back, those cute little lips tugging into a coy smile.

Well, fuck me…

“It absolutely is.”

The screen fills with the opening credits, music swirling around us. That’s my cue, so I yank Brenna into me, her giggle rivaling the music in my ears, wrapping myself around her. She fits so perfectly as she settles in with her back to my chest. It also gives me the perfect angle to slip my hand under her shirt again, my thumb instantly finding the still stiff peak.

“Hmmmm,” Brenna moans softly.

“These still need guarding.”

We do our best to pay attention to the cartoon playing out in front of us, enjoying being wrapped up like this. As much as I’m enjoying the story of all the emotions and their personalities—something I’d never thought I’d say—I'm enjoying Brenna’s enjoyment of it more. Of getting to watch her laugh at something funny, or groan at the dad joke. Of feeling her body move against mine as she does, my dick trying desperately to behave itself.

Looking around us, I note that we’re alone. All of the others parked around us must have moved in closer, leaving us with a decent amount of privacy, considering we’re at a town event, and giving me more than a little bravado.

“Here’s what I don’t understand—why isn’t horny one of the emotions?” I whisper into Brenna’s ear, nipping at the lobe.

“Because the main character is a child,” Brenna retorts.