Jason began hastily moving his hand, and I placed my jacket in my lap in a futile try to hide what was going on. I bent my head in my back seat and closed my eyes. Pressing my bottom lip between my teeth, I had to concentrate to avoid my moans being heard by the people around.

When I was almost done and all my body was tightened like a string, he removed his hand.

“What are you...?” I began, but then I was at a complete loss when I saw him intentionally throwing his empty juice cup at my feet.

Leaning to get it, he took a little too...