“That only makes it worse,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “Just to get it out of the way… I’m not fucking you.”
“I didn’t ask you to!” Jordan exclaimed, sounding alarmed. “I’m not taking a dick inside me… especially not yours. Jesus!”
I wasn’t worried about getting a knife in my back because I could take care of myself, but Jordan was in danger. He would never be able to fend off Crusher and his goons all on his own. I was mulling it over until we returned to our cells, but it only made me feel agitated because I couldn’t see a way out.
“I don’t like this shit,” I growled once we were alone. “Coming here was a stupid idea, and I was an idiot for agreeing to it. And now you’re in danger. I won’t accept that.”
Jordan tucked his hands into his pockets. “I can protect myself.”
“Against Crusher, Moses, and all the others?” I barked. “Are you insane? No! You’re getting out of here. I’ll call Biancchi and make it happen.”
“Don’t you dare!” Jordan exclaimed, wide-eyed. “I’m not leaving you alone here. Also, I’m not some defenseless puppy, so get off my back. I’m staying!”
“No, you’re not,” I said through my teeth. “You will do what I say. I’m a senior you-know-what, and I make the call.”
“Fuck you!” Jordan bit out. “No!”
“Mr. Smith. Mr. Mayhew.” A lazy drawl made us both turn around. “I apologize for interrupting the lovers’ spat, but it’s shower time.”
Jordan gulped. “Wha-at? Ag-gain?”
“Seriously?” I said, rolling my eyes. “Seeing my dick is the biggest problem you have right now?”
Color flooded his face, and for the umpteenth time, I asked myself: how could I have been so blind? Now that I knew about it, his attraction to me was so obvious I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before. I was a detective, for crying out loud. A good one, at that. It was pissing me off. He was pissing me off.
Once in the shower, I shared it with him.
“What I said earlier is not up for debate, Jordan. I will finish this on my own, and you will do what I say.”
“No, I won’t.”
We were alone in the shower, as Santiago promised, but now I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea. I was tempted to hit my partner, and rightfully so, because he was fucking disrespectful.
“Yes, you will,” I insisted. “I will put you on a stretcher if I have to, but you’re getting out of here. Stop pissing me off.”
“You stop pissing me off,” Jordan countered, tilting his head back so the water could rinse the shampoo away.
He said it so calmly that it made my blood boil.
“You’re leaving, and that’s that!” I growled, letting my gaze drift down to his crotch. “At least you won’t have your little problem anymore.”
Actually, it was a big problem. A big, hard problem that I tried to ignore ever since it appeared after I took my clothes off.
Jordan blinked the water out of his eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.”
“You don’t want to go there, pal,” I warned him.
“Yeah, I do!” Jordan countered.
I glanced at his boner before looking at the wall, knowing I would regret the next words coming out of my mouth.
“I make your dick hard, Jordan. It’s probably why you’re not thinking straight, pun intended.”
He gasped. “Never!”
