“Milo!” I snapped, reaching behind to slap at his arm. XXX This is supposed to ’cheer her up!’ Or so my mom says.”
Jake laughed, tucking the frozen cardboard boxes of ice cream into plastic bags. I grabbed Milo by the arm, my face on fire with stupidity, and tried to tug him away from the checkout. He tore one off the ream and started ripping it open with his teeth. I could feel myself stretching around his girth as he sunk into me. “Shit,” Milo cussed, breaking apart from me. He rubbed it into me. His fingers found my erect nipples and rolled them between his thumb and fingers. I could feel his bulge through his jeans, and rubbed against him. I sank into the stained upholstery. “Unlock the car,” I said. Milo leaned forward, his lips on my neck, nipping at my ear lobe.
