CHAPTER 109: I’VE GOT THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD!

Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND NINE

**OLIVER WEST**

My heart was hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. The sound of the zipper being slowly pulled downward seemed impossibly loud in the darkened theater.

I grabbed Kieran’s arm with both hands, trying to stop his movements while frantically whispering, "You, you, you you’re the b-best!"

This is insane. We’re in public, is he going to grope me like this where people can see us? Why is this so hot?

HOT???!

NAH NAH, I halted my mind’s thoughts, and made sure we both understood.

THIS ONE WASN’T ON ME, I TOTALLY DIDN’T THINK THAT!

I looked to see Kieran still watching me deeply and I held his hand even tighter and slowly released his fingers from my fly "I’m serious, you’re the best boyfriend in the entire world"

My response seemed to satisfy Kieran because he surged forward, capturing my lips in a kiss. It began softly when he pecked my lips repeatedly.

Then, his mouth moved against mine with an intensity that made my head spin, like he was trying to claim every part of me. I could taste the salt from the popcorn, smell his cologne mixed with something uniquely him.

I was so lost in the sensation, in the heat building between us, that I didn’t notice our audience until I felt eyes boring into us like spotlights.

My eyes flew open to find an elderly woman who had magically appeared in the seat next to us watching with undisguised fascination, she was not even showing interest in the movie on the screen.

Oh. My. God. Grandma is getting a live show

I pushed Kieran away so fast I nearly tumbled out of my seat, my face burning with embarrassment that could probably be seen from space.

The woman caught my eye and actually winked.

Kill me now. Please. Lightning strike, heart attack, anything.

Kieran followed my gaze and scowled when he saw our enthusiastic audience.

"The movie is up ahead, Granny? Are you confused?" He said loudly enough that several other people turned to look.

"Kieran!" I slapped his arm, mortified. "Don’t be rude to her!"

The woman huffed indignantly, gathered her purse, and moved to a different row, but not before giving me one last look that seemed to say ’get it, honey.’

I slumped down in my seat, trying to become one with the cushions.

"She was enjoying the show," Kieran scoffed matter-of-factly. "Who knows, maybe she was thinking the last time she got some action,"

"Your mind needs cleansing!" I retorted, shaking my head.

Now that we were alone in our corner, I tried to refocus on the movie, but Kieran’s hand had found its way to my neck, and his fingers were tracing patterns on my skin that made it impossible to concentrate.

"Pay attention to the movie," I whispered, trying to sound stern while melting under his touch.

"We paid good money for these tickets."

"Trust me, I’m getting my money’s worth," He murmured against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

The warmth of his lips pressed against that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and I forgot all about the movie once again. His kisses were soft, barely there, but they set every nerve ending on fire.

"Kieran..." I breathed, tilting my head to give him better access.

He hummed a low sound of approval, and I found myself leaning into him despite being in a room full of people.

"Here," Kieran said softly, holding up a piece of popcorn. "Open up."

I was too dazed to argue, opening my mouth obediently. But instead of just dropping the kernel in, he let his fingers linger against my lips, then deliberately slipped them inside.

My tongue automatically licked the salt and butter from his skin, and the satisfied look on his face made my insides clench with heat.

"You’re so terrible," I said, but my voice lacked any real conviction.

"You love it," he replied, already reaching for another piece.

This went on for several more minutes - him feeding me popcorn in increasingly suggestive ways while I tried to pretend I didn’t notice the growing tent in his pants.

Then the movie took a turn toward the steamy side. I gasped slightly. Wasn’t this the male lead who swore not to touch the heroine? How did the plot escalate this rapidly?

The couple on screen started kissing passionately, their hands roaming, soft moans filling the speakers.

I tried to sink lower in my seat as the scene progressed, the sounds making my ears red.

"Take notes, Ollie," Kieran whispered and I caught the suggestive smirk on his lips.

"This is so unrealistic, " I muttered to him, "She warmed up to the sex too quickly, besides nobody actually makes those sounds in real life." I scoffed

"You’d be surprised," Kieran said with a low chuckle that made my stomach flip.

Fortunately, the scene ended and the movie moved on to other plot points. Unfortunately, it was apparently a double feature, and the second movie was some boring indie drama. Within ten minutes, I was fighting off yawns, my head drifting toward Kieran’s shoulder.

"Tired?" he asked softly, his arm coming around me.

"Mm-hmm. This second movie is so boring," I mumbled against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

"Then, let’s do something exciting."

"Kieran, we are in public," My protests got weaker with his touch, especially when he started pressing soft kisses to my collarbone.

"You’re going to get us in trouble," I whispered, but I made no move to stop him.

"It will be worth it," he murmured against my neck, his lips finding that spot that made me shiver.

I completely forgot about the boring movie, turning in my seat to thread my fingers through his hair as he continued his gentle assault on my neck.

We stayed like that until the credits rolled, and the rest of the world faded away.