Heart-Shaped Hack(46)
Derek came back, holding a giant beer. He scowled when he noticed Kate typing on her phone. That didn’t stop him from putting his arm on the back of her chair again.
Ian: Is he bothering you?
Kate: It’s nothing I can’t handle. But if you’re watching the game on TV and they happen to flash a picture of us on the Jumbotron, it was not my idea for him to rest his arm across the back of my chair. Also, he’s miffed that you scooped me up when I was single. How dare you!
Ian: Please elaborate.
Kate: I told him about you, but he’s still acting like he has a shot with me. He said he’s willing to share if you are.
Kate was surprised when there wasn’t an immediate response from Ian. He didn’t strike her as the jealous type, but his extreme confidence made her think he might have something to say about Derek’s behavior.
She was looking right at the Jumbotron when the first message appeared on the screen.
KATE IS MINE
She sat bolt upright and looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, watching as Derek took a big drink of his beer and squinted at the screen. Turning away from him slightly, she pulled out her phone.
Kate: Oh my God. You did NOT hack the Jumbotron.
Ian: You know, I believe I did.
BEAUTIFUL KATE BELONGS TO ME
People in the crowd had begun to point at the Jumbotron.
Lisa leaned toward Kate. “Didn’t you say your new boyfriend’s name was Ian?”
“Well, yes,” Kate said, noticing that Derek was listening in. “But those are both pretty common names.”
“You can pay to have a message put on the Jumbotron,” Lisa said. “I read something about it in the program.”
Kate shook her head. “Trust me, it’s not him.”
Kate: I’m never leaving you at home without a sitter again.
COME HOME KATE I MISS YOU
The announcers joined in on the fun. “I don’t know who Kate is, but she’s a lucky girl.”
More pointing, more cheering.
Heads turned as people tried to pinpoint “Kate’s” location.
“Kate, if you’re in the stands,” the announcer said, “stand up and wave your arms so we can get a shot of you.” A cameraman panned the crowd, and a live video feed of the fans was now appearing on the Jumbotron.
“Are you sure, Kate?” Lisa asked again. “Maybe he did it to surprise you?”
“Bit of a lame surprise, if you ask me,” Derek said. Which no one had.
Kate: Derek just said the messages were “lame.” And he still has his arm around the back of my chair.
STOP TOUCHING KATE
THIS MEANS YOU DEREK
ESPECIALLY YOU
AND I DON’T SHARE
EVER
“Look!” Lisa said, pointing at the screen. The crowd was no longer paying any attention to the halftime show. They were too busy watching the Jumbotron to see what would happen next.
Kate stifled her laughter, sinking lower in her seat and trying to appear as unobtrusive as possible so as not to attract the attention of the cameraman filming the crowd.
She wished Lisa would sit down.
“What the f*ck?” Derek said, looking warily at Kate and finally removing his damn arm.
Kate stared back at him, an innocent smile on her face. “What an absolutely bizarre coincidence.”
Kate: OMG. I’m dying.
Ian: Do you think he got the message? Or do I need to continue?
Kate: He’s very confused. And fairly drunk. But he moved his arm!
Ian: VICTORY IS MINE.
Kate: I’m coming home.
When she arrived at her apartment fifteen minutes later, he met her at the door. After removing her coat, he backed her up against the wall, sliding his hands into her hair and crashing his mouth onto hers. His kisses were rough, demanding, and he didn’t stop until they were both gasping for air.
“You sure know how to make a statement,” she said, breathing heavily.
He pressed his body against hers and sucked his way down the length of her neck. “Just staking my claim, sweetness.”
He lifted her sweater over her head and took off her push-up bra. He yanked on the button of her jeans, unzipped them, and pushed them down. “Step out,” he said when they’d cleared her hips and landed at her ankles. Then he pulled a condom from the front pocket of his jeans, ripped it open with his teeth, and spit out the narrow strip of foil. She looked at him questioningly as he unzipped his jeans and freed himself enough to put on the condom.
He smirked, desire blazing in his eyes as he pulled down her underwear. Then he lifted her and pinned her against the wall, and all she could do was press her shoulders into it and grab his biceps as he entered her.
Stuart had never done anything like that.
There was something so powerful about Ian holding her that way because she was confined and yet completely exposed. And because of the way they were lined up, with her slightly below him, there was an amazing kind of friction occurring with each thrust. Powerless to do anything but enjoy how good it felt, Kate pulled his mouth to her neck by grabbing him roughly by his hair. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he sucked on her skin.