Snapshot

by Kay Cove

Her arms are clamped against her ribs, holding her bra in place. It gives me time to glance at the tiny “Charlie” tattoo she never had the money to remove. Running my finger over his name, I say, “I’m getting rid of this.” “You want me to get a Dex tattoo instead?” she asks with a chuckle. “No. I don’t need to put my name on your body to claim you.” “Then how are you going to claim me? A fancy ring?” I yank her bra off, discarding it to the side. Suddenly, she’s sheepish. Covering her breasts with one arm, she looks nervously out the window. “I don’t want to get in trouble. This is a public parking lot.” “We’re alone and these windows are tinted way past regulation. Not to mention, most cops are willing to look the other way for the right price.” “You’d pay a cop off just to screw me in a car?” We shouldn’t be doing this in a rideshare for the first time, but we’ve wasted too much time already. I don’t feel like I can wait another minute. “I’d pay the world off to keep you in this moment.” I pull her arm away from her bare chest, catching her fleshy tit in one hand. I cradle it like a treasure while running my thumb over her dark, firm nipple. “What are you thinking about?” “It doesn’t feel right.” I release her tit and lean back. “Am I fucking this up?” I shake my head. I thought I was being passionate. Lennox isn’t a wine-and-dine kind of girl. She likes spontaneity and being lost in a moment. “I’m trying to show you how bad I’ve wanted you all this time. But maybe I sho...