Page 60 of Snapshot

I scoff. “The rules were clear. I told him one cart.” That’s one big flat-screen TV. Maybe a Mac desk if they are even in stock. What else would a kid his age really want? It’s not like Walmart sells cars.

“He’s a weasel,” Lennox says. “I can’t wait to see how he hustled you.”

“I’ll be fine.”

She slides off my lap and reaches for her bottoms. Once her shorts are on, she fetches my clothes for me. She takes her time staring at my softening dick. “Like what you see?” I ask with a smirk.

“It’s beautiful,” she says with a wink. “Like the last dick I’ll ever crave.”

I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Don’t steal my lines.”

After buttoning my pants and pulling my shirt overhead, I crack open the car door. The swell of fresh air purges the car of our cozy, foggy heat. I miss it instantly. I like to be surrounded by Lennox—her warmth, scent, the feel of her chest rising and falling against me. It feels like home.

“Can you grab a bottle of water while you’re in there, please?” Lennox asks.

“Of course. Do you want some snacks, too?”

After securing her bra and putting her tank top back on, she hunches over the dash, reaching for Colton’s glove box. There lies the aforementioned package of Nutter Butters. “Aha!” she says with enthusiasm. “Yes, grab snacks. May I have some Chex Mix? And we’ll need to replace his cookies,” she says, sliding out one peanut butter treat from the package. She holds it out to me. At first, I shake my head, but she insists again. “Fuel up, mister. I’m not done with you yet tonight.”

I take the cookie and plant a wet kiss on her forehead. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Reluctantly, I leave her behind to enter the store and seek out my far less pleasing company for the evening.

Lennox

Two cookies later, I still taste him.

Normally I avoid cum in my mouth. But with Dex, I had to know what he tasted like. Riding him wasn’t close enough. I hadto get closer. I needed to turn over every stone and allow myself to cross every single line I’d been toeing all this time.

I run my tongue over the roof of my mouth, then over my teeth, before I wet my lips. I’m chasing the sensation. It’s been a long time since sex had this kind of power over me. With Alan, I was instantly deflated after sex. Pulled out of the moment the minute he’d finish. But one car fuck with Dex, and I’ve been sent to la-la land. Head in the clouds, droopy-eyed, feeling like I’m about to slip into a dream. He left me here in this sexy, sweet, sultry hideaway to wait for him.

Any other night I might be chilly, but my skin is still hot and raw. I’m so comfortable, in fact, that I must doze off for a moment because I’m startled awake by the abrupt opening of the trunk. My heart rate spikes then settles when I see Colton a few paces away, key fob pointed at the car. Dex is trailing just a few paces behind.

Colton is practically skipping, pushing a cart loaded with at least twenty plastic bags. They are barely balancing on top of each other, smashed together in a haphazard attempt at Tetris. Every time the cart wiggles, it looks like one of the bumpy-filled bags might topple over.

Colton continues his lazy stroll, but Dex’s feet hit the concrete in an angry trek to the car. Brows tightly furrowed, lips in a hard line, he looks so pissed.

“Oh come on, sourpuss,” Colton calls out as Dex passes him. “A deal’s a deal, right? Be a gentleman and help me load these up.”

Dex ignores him and climbs into the backseat next to me with one bag in his hand. He doesn’t bother buckling or setting his bag down. He wraps one arm around me and squeezes, like he’s desperately clinging to me to calm his nerves.

I sit patiently as Colton slings bag after bag into the trunk, humming to himself.

“You okay?” I ask Dex.

“Mhmm,” he answers, which isn’t much of an answer. Eventually, he pulls out an ice-cold Dasani from the plastic bag. He releases me to twist open the water bottle. “Here, sweetheart.”

Hm, I like that. Sweetheart. Trouble. Baby. Len.I love the way he addresses me. Fueled by either tender, playful, or sexy affection.

“What’s wrong?” I ask after taking a small sip of water. But the answer becomes apparent as I turn my head to peer into the trunk. Two bags have tipped over, revealing a handful of smartphones. “Oh, shit, he?—”

“Yup,” Dex says through a clenched jaw. “Fucker bought sixty-eight iPhones, Len. Cleaned out every single version they had in stock.”

Clever little weasel.I clasp my hand over my mouth and chuckle-gasp through my fingers. “You should’ve offered him cash. Oh, Dex…I must be the most expensive lay you’ve ever had.”

He pulls out the black bag of Chex Mix—Bold Party Flavor from the bag on his lap. Dex knows exactly what I like without me having to tell him. As he opens the bag, a puff of the salty snack mix wafts underneath my nose, making my stomach churn eagerly. He fishes out a rye chip and places it into my mouth.

With a little wink he says, “Worth it, Trouble. You’re so, so worth it.”

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