“Mmm,” she answered. “You mean like cooking?”
Jett clearly knew that wasn’t what he meant, the minx. But she continued in that vein.
“How about I get some dinner started while you drive?” she asked.
Yes, she could do that even if she lost power. His parents, like Spence, had a generator which would run most things in the house in case of an outage.
“Uh. Sure. I could eat.” Indeed, he’d forgotten to have anything since breakfast, and his stomach was feeling growly, so just like that, Jett had managed to change the narrative. Not that Trask wouldn’t get back to it.
“Do you have anything specific that you’d like?” she asked.
“Surprise me. But whatever you cook,” he warned, “make sure it hasn’t got onions.”
It wasn’t a suggestion. He didn’t think he’d be able to stomach any allium-related foods for a long fucking time.
“Ah. I see.” Jett giggled. “Daddidfeed the dogs before you took them.”
“He certainly did. And I think whatever he gave them must have died inside your mutts. I’ve never smelled such horrific farts in my entire life.”
Jett full-throated laughed. “Poor baby. But I promise they don’t ever have that problem when I stick to their vet-approved diet. So thisshouldbe a one-and-done. Are you going to be okay?” she asked happily, not sounding in the least bit repentant for sticking him with the gaseous pair.
He got back into his truck before he answered.
“Yeah. I’ll be okay. But if this becomes a pattern, those two won’t be sleeping in our room any time soon.”
“Ourroom, huh?” she asked, suddenly sounding a little less irreverent, and a tad more breathless.
“Hmph. Did I say that?” Trask teased.
Fuck.He actually…teased.
The damned woman was taking a toll on him.
“Uh, uh. No takesies-backsies,” she chortled. “We’re roomies now, whether you like it or not.”
“Oh, I plan to like it. I plan to like it a lot,” he responded, deciding not to hold back.
“Yes, but will I?” she countered cheekily, barely able to contain her glee, even over the phone.
Trask’s anticipation ramped up exponentially, and he had to adjust his dick before he put his seatbelt on.
“I guarantee you’ll love every minute of what I have planned,” he told her, pulling out of the gas station and heading back toward the on-ramp.
When he looked back to merge onto the highway traffic, there was nothing to merge with. He was the only asshole stupid enough to be out with the huge-ass storm approaching.
Except for the two plows and the sander in front of him.
He made a quick decision.
It might make his trip slower, but he felt it would be prudent to trail the road-crew, taking advantage of the freshly treated pavement instead of going rogue. He eased off the gas, matching his speed to theirs.
“Mmm.” She made a yummy noise.
Trask tamped down a groan.
What wouldalsobe prudent was keeping the blood that swelled his cock, in his brain, so he didn’t get stupid and have an accident.
“Listen. As much fun as it is chatting with you, Jett, I’m going to go. I need to concentrate on the road.”
