It didn’t exactly sound terrible to him, but inside would definitely be better.
He turned his feet toward the house. “Come,” he said to the dogs who had just peed on every bush within reach.
The foursome made their way up the steps, onto the porch, and after stomping off, into the mudroom.
“Stay,” Trask ordered the furry pair again as he kicked the door closed behind him.
“Uh, Trask?” His wet-woman bundle called for his attention as they entered the kitchen.
“Yes, Jett?’ He nuzzled her earlobe with his cold nose, and she eeped.
“Umm, as much as I love this, a wise man once pointed out to me that I was forgetting something.”
“Mmm. What’s that?” he asked.
“The dogs,” she reminded him. “I should towel the boys off, or they’re never going to dry.”
She was right. The mudroom was heated, but not overly so. His parents kept it at sixty degrees in the winter.
“Fine,” he said with an audible exhale. “We’ll do it together. But then you’re getting into a hot shower.”
Her eyes widened and she licked her bottom lip.
“With you?” she asked huskily.
That hadn’t been Trask’s intent… Well, maybe it had. It sure was a great idea.
“With me,” he declared, decision made.
“Sweet!” Her huge smile came back, and she wiggled in his hold. “Then let me down right now so I can take care of the dogs, then we’ll get to the good stuff.”
Trask wasn’t above teasing as he placed her feet on the floor.
“Wait. What about that food you promised me? I haven’t eaten since breakfast, you know, and I’m starving.”
Traskwashungry, but in all seriousness, he didn’t give a damn about his stomach at the moment. He’d soon be feasting on something else if he was reading the room correctly.
Still, he wasn’t going to showthathand until he had Jett pouting.
“Um, I did make food. It’s all cooked, and I put it in the oven to stay warm,” she returned hesitantly. “You…want to eat while I shower?”
The look of disappointment on her face fed Trask’s ego, but enough was enough. He wanted her excitement back.
“I can’t do both at the same time?” he posited, glancing down at the V of her legs. “Eat and shower?” His nostrils flared.
Jett blinked and…the sun came out over her visage once again as she discerned his intent.
“Why, yes, Mr. Sothard. I do believe that your palate and your need to get clean can both be satisfied,” she purred.
He turned her around and gave her a swat on her behind.
“Then go get those towels, woman, or the dogs will end up shivering for who knows how long.”
Trask sighed internally.
It was downright cruel putting his cock after the dogs again, but anticipation was supposed to be good for the soul. So…
If he didn’t shame himself and explode at Jett’s first touch, he’d call it a win. His dick had pretty much been on edge, all day.
