the tub. I lean against the counter, not at all ashamed that my dick is hard. It’s erect enough to hang a flag, ready for her to pledge allegiance to it.
I have to stifle my grin at the thought. Me laughing right now would piss her off, and I really do need her help to get the fucking smell off me, or my roommates won’t even let me step foot in my warehouse.
Jetta starts dumping in peroxide, baking soda, and dish soap into the tub, and I cock my head in question. “No tomato sauce?”
“Not unless you want to smell like spaghetti,” she replies, bent over the tub and purposely giving me the best view of her ass. Such a cruel tease. “That would just mask it. This will get rid of it,” she finishes, pointing to the frothy water.
I nod and step forward, getting into the water without preamble, only to grimace as soon as I sit down. “Jesus, did you have to make the water so fucking cold?”
She smirks, so I know she did it on purpose. “What, does your Porky not do well in cold water?”
I turn the dial of the tub to change it to scalding hot to take the edge off the ice bath she just punished me with and then lean back, dunking my head under the water for a few seconds before coming back up. “Don’t you worry. A little cold water isn’t enough to get my cock to go down. Not when I know I’m going to be bending you over in your bed soon.”
Her ears go bright red, and her eyes widen a fraction before she masters herself and moves behind me.
“I bet you suck at fucking,” she says as she starts dumping the baking soda and peroxide on my head without warning. I close my eyes and mouth on a sputter. “That’s why you’re such a cocky motherfuck. You’re posturing.”
I spit into the water to get the terrible taste out of my mouth. “We’ll see.”
She starts scrubbing my hair, her nails sharp against my scalp, but once she’s gotten her flustered energy out, she starts to wash my neck and back, her touch surprisingly gentle.
I think it surprises her too, because after a few moments, she seems to realize what she’s doing and abruptly stops. “Okay,” she says, dropping her hands away from me and straightening up. “Just soak for a few more minutes, but I think the smell is neutralized.”
I can already scent that it is. I can still pick up a bit of it, but it’s nowhere near as bad as it was. “Thanks, Jet.”
She fumbles awkwardly by the counter as she closes the bottles and grabs me a towel from the cabinet. “Well, my skunk did spray you.”
“She did,” I agree. “I’ll have to have words with her later about not spraying the males you want to fuck. That was very second grade of her.”
She snorts. “Say that to her face and you’re going to get sprayed again.”
I scrub the bubbly water over my arms. “Nah. She likes me. She’s just playing hard to get. Kind of like someone else I know.”
Jetta rolls her eyes and heads for the door, but I stop her before she can get there. “Where do you think you’re going? As soon as I’m out of this tub, I’m having you.”
She looks over her shoulder at me with a smirk. “Sorry, I’m busy.” Then she walks out, leaving me behind with nothing but a towel and her lingering scent as I hear her hurry downstairs and out the warehouse.
Oh, this cruel female.
She thinks I won’t chase her down and find her? No, of course she knows I will. She just wants to make sure I work for it every step of the way.
“Game on, Jet Plane,” I smile to myself. “Game fucking on.”
17
Jetta
I’m running as fast as my feet will carry me.
But this time, I’m not fleeing from a psychotic captor. I’m running for the love of the chase. I’m running because I know Jericho will catch me, and I want him to.
I have minutes, maybe seconds of a head start, and I’m not going to waste it.
I’m also not going to make this easy on him.
So I let my legs fly like wings, and I hit the tree line to the woods faster than his ass can even make it out of the bathtub.
My feet crunch over leaves and twigs and sparse tufts of grass as I head further into the