“Cripes, Jett. Do you want me to have an accident on the way home?” he questioned huskily.
“Why? You can’t drive with a hard cock?”
Oh, she was really enjoying this, now.
He growled. “Now, you’re just pushing it.”
Jett snickered, continuing with the innuendos “Pushing itin and out? A girl can only hope.”
“Don’t you ever give it a rest, woman?”
Fine.It was time to let him know she wasn’t normally such a player.
“Seriously? I’ve been resting it for three freaking years now, or at least Ihadbeen until someone’s head was between my legs. But I’m hoping that was just the beginning of foreplay,sir.”
If he’d been able to see her, she would have saluted as she kept going.
“I’m currently looking forward to the main event.”
His words stumbled over each other. “Three years?” he squeaked. “Seriously? What the hell? Are the men in the Air Force blind?”
“Aww, shucks. Thanks for that. It was a really nice compliment, Trask,” Jett purred. “I’ll make sure I reward you for it when you get here.”
Trask groaned. “Do…do you want me to hit the road anytime soon, or not? Because now my dick is so hard I can’t go back in to get the dogs, or your father will get an eyeful.”
“Like he’s not in that constant state with Bunny these days,” Jett informed him primly. “But I digress. I wantallyour parts here, as soon as possible, and intact. My dogs, too, of course.”
“Geeze. I’m glad my assets come before your canines,” he told her. “Now please stop being fresh and let me get my ‘little soldier’ to stand down.”
Jett knew just how to help with that.
“What are you afraid of?” she asked him abruptly.
“Wha…? Is that a real question?” Trask puzzled.
“It is indeed. Everyone has something. Spiders? Snakes? Hairless cats?” she prompted. “I’m not too fond of pudding.”
“Uh… Okay. I sense a story there, which we’ll discuss later. But as for me… Okay. Here it is. You can’t tell my brothers what I’m about to say, though. And you can’t make fun of me,” he added.
“Deal,” Jett agreed.
This was going to be good.
“Okay. Doilies,” he admitted.
“Doilies?” she responded incredulously. “Is that a real word?”
“It is.”
“Well, I don’t know what they are,” Jett admitted.
“You do too,” Trask explained gruffly. “They’re those evil things that grandmothers put on the arms of furniture.”
“Oh.Those.” Jett pictured what he was saying, then wanted to laugh because it was a damned strange phobia.
But she’d promised…
Jett kept herself under control, barely, then somehow managed to get her next words out. “Uh, what’s scary about them?”
