Page 36 of Wild Love
We stare at the overflowing cart.
“Did you get everything?” she asks.
“Yeah, I think so.” I look over the veggies and meat piled up and then glance toward the chip aisle that we purposely didn’t go down because we both decided against it.
“You know,” she starts. “We could get a couple of bags of chips and candy.”
“Maybe some ice cream,” I add.
She nods enthusiastically. “And start fresh tomorrow.”
“Hell yes.” I jog the cart down the aisle, stepping on the bottom rung and riding it until I get to the ones I want. Sour cream and onion potato chips. What was I thinking not indulging one last time?
The shelves are ransacked like before a winter storm or holiday weekend. I spot the ones I want on the top shelf, but even those have been picked over, and I can’t reach them.
I step back on the cart, but even then, it’s not happening.
“Fuck. I had my heart set on those.”
Dakota clutches a bag of pretzels in one hand and Cheetos in the other. “Which one?”
I pluck them both from her hands and toss them into the cart. “Hop on my shoulders.”
“What?” She laughs.
“I need that bag of chips, Kota. It’s a matter of life and death.”
“Can’t we just ask someone for help?”
“Time is wasting. We still have to get to the ice cream aisle.”
Laughing, she shakes her head but walks behind me.
I squat down, and she lifts one leg over my shoulder while holding on to my head for balance. “This feels like a terrible idea.”
“I won’t drop you. Promise.”
She groans but links her other leg over, and slowly I stand with her sitting on my shoulders. I grasp her thighs. They’re silky and smooth under my touch. I try not to concentrate on that because dropping her would really kill the moment. Also, I probably wouldn’t get my chips.
I step up close to the shelving, and she leans forward, one hand in my hair and the other reaching for the chips. I glance up, and her T-shirt gaps giving me a view straight up. Oh fuck, I’m going to hell. All the sensations—her perky tits covered by some sort of lacy black bra, the feel of her sexy, silky legs, and the way she’s fisting my goddamn hair. It’s my new favorite porno situation. You know, the innocent encounters that you wish ended with the pizza delivery girl ripping off her shirt. Or, in this instance, Dakota climbing off my shoulders with my chips and feeding them to me naked.
“Got them!” she shouts.
I step back, and she tosses them in the cart.
“Now, put me down.”
“I don’t know. I got a pretty good view when you leaned forward. Maybe I want you to grab a few more things for me.”
She smacks my forehead. “Oh my god. I was doing you a favor.”
“I didn’t mean to see. They were just there.”
“They.” She covers her face. “Oh my god.”
I crouch down so she can get down. “Relax. Not the first time I’ve seen them.”
Ah shit.
