Chapter Twelve
“I want to taste you,”Lena had her tongue in Mickey’s ear, “in my mouth.”
It sounded like a line from some tawdry back-alley porno flick and the words cheapened everything. Ice water surged in Mickey’s veins, numbing every vulnerability and draining away all the warmth and goodness.
Christ! What am I, she almost blurted it out, a f*****g Tastee-Freez cone?
Lena was aware of the change but ignored it, lost to her own selfish demands: If she showed Mickey a good time, well, maybe Mickey would respond by returning the favor. The liquid gathered in Lena’s mouth.
Mickey felt the fingertips trickle lightly down across her belly. She wanted to reach, twist Lena by the wrist and shout No! But she had allowed this to happen, let it get this far and there could be no graceful exi
