Someone to Love(35)

“So who’s Pen bringing?” She glows as she looks up at me.

A cold chill tingles through my spine at the idea Kenny might have thought she was my date.

Pennington speeds in this direction before I can rectify the situation with Monique hot on his heels. Her hair flows down her back like a flame, and she’s wearing those thigh-highs she’s famous for. I’ve seen her in them at least a couple times with nothing else but a smile.

Shit.

“Oh my gawd!” Monique lunges at me with a running start and hikes her legs around my hips. She leaves me physically spinning, already dry humping me in the foyer of the theater. “I have missed you!” She pokes her finger in my stomach before dipping down to my crotch. “But I’ve missed you even more,” she sings.

“Whoa!” I set her down, almost afraid to glance at Kenny. Her lids hang low. I can’t tell if she’s pissed or about to cry. She wraps an arm around Pennington, and it’s only then I notice they’ve both accessorized with their matching purses. Something about it rubs me the wrong way, even if it was accidental.

“I guess it’s me and you, Pen,” she says it sultry, like she means it and begins to nibble on his ear. Her teeth graze over his earlobe, and she cuts me a glance before moaning into the endeavor.

My stomach clenches just witnessing the unholy encounter. That should be my fucking ear.

Shit. This isn’t going as planned. And what the hell did I plan anyway? Driving her wild with jealousy so she could hone in on any feelings she might have for me? And now Pen and his extra-curricular cartilage are getting all the attention.

“Let’s do it.” I pull Monique in by the shoulder and lead us over to the ticket counter.

We all agree on a horror movie, The Damned and the Restless. I suppose I’m the damned tonight for shoving a perfectly good Kendal Jordan in my horny little bro’s direction. Monique would be the restless in this equation since she’s already felt up my crotch a half a dozen times, no matter how hard I try to evade her efforts.

“I’m buying.” Pennington volunteers like its some heroic effort on his part. Nothing like being financially emasculated by Pen to further toss the night into the crapper.

Kenny looks over her shoulder at Monique and outright scowls. For a second I think the claws are going to show, but Kenny reverts and twitches out a charitable smile.

Do I detect that Kendall Jordan is, dare I say, jealous? My adrenaline kicks in at the prospect. I sling an arm over Monique’s shoulder, inspiring her to snuggle in deeper. I believe this is feeding in beautifully to my original misguided intentions. And, since we’ve already met up with the green-eyed monster before getting out the gate, I’d say the evening is off to a pretty damn good start. I’m hoping at the end of the covetous rainbow lies a pot of golden affection. And right now there’s nothing more I want than Kendall Jordan’s affection.

I gaze into Monique and moan. “Popcorn?” I’d hate for Kenny to miss the real show, the one in which I accidentally drive her into my arms. I jab an elbow into Kenny. “What about you? I’ll spring.”

Her perfect pink mouth falls open as she takes in the body slinked around mine.

“Pennington, what do you think?” she asks, latching onto him, with her long slender arms and my insides explode in a ball of acid.

“For you?” He slips his hand around her waist far below her hip, and I see her fidget, trying to keep him from hitting pay dirt. “I’d buy the left side of the menu if you wanted.” He dots the sentiment by planting a kiss in her ear.

Who the hell kisses someone in their ear? Idiot.

Pen loads us all up on enough junk food to proficiently rot the teeth out of our skulls before the movie’s over. I specifically told him I didn’t want any. The last thing I want is to look like a charity case, but it’s me who ends up hauling all the crap to the theater.

Kenny leans into Monique. “You guys mind if we sit by you?”

My heart thumps a little faster at the idea of Kenny wanting to sit together.

“We can trade Gummy Bears and Sour Patch Kids.” Kenny nods at the sexual python currently strapped to my hip as if this confection-based currency were the sole purpose of securing proximal seating arrangements. And sadly, it very well could be.

I lead us over to the middle right, my usual landing place. I don’t care what anybody says, it’s the best place to see a movie. I let Pen slide in first, then Kenny, and I’m quick to file in after her.

First of all, I’m not that into horror flicks. If really want to scare the crap out of myself, I’ll consult the file marked “student loans.” I nearly shit a brick the last time I looked at the running total.