Page 78 of Badd B*tch

"YES!" she yelled. "I'm mad at you for doing that when it hurt you! It was stupid and irresponsible and I shouldn't have let you do it. But it felt amazing, so I did, because I was being selfish."

"Tea."

She shook her head again. "No. You can't excuse it."

“Tea!"

Another head shake.

"Tea!" I grabbed her wrist and tugged. "Please listen to me."

"If the words 'I'm fine' come out of your stupid, irresponsible, sexy, talented, stupid mouth one more time, I'm walking away."

“You said stupid twice.”

“Bears repeating, jackass.”

“It's more than me going down on you, isn’t it?”

She nodded. "Yes."

"So?"

A sigh. "It's all mixed up in my head. I don’t know where to start. And if you say 'the beginning,’ I'll scream."

"Anywhere. Say one true thing."

Another sigh, this one long and thoughtful. "I…I don’t know if I can—I don't…" She squeezed her eyes shut, shook her head.

"Talk to me, sweetheart, please."

A long, long silence swirled between us.

She blinked at the sky, shivered. "I need to put on clothes. I can't—I can't think like this.”

"Sad, but okay."

She rolled her eyes. “Jax, c'mon."

"What? You, naked? Can't get any better than that."

"I mean, being safe and whole sounds pretty nice."

"Meh."

She stood up, looked around for her clothes, and snagged her panties. She stepped into them, and the sexy little hip wiggle she did to get them up had my cock jerking and hardening all over again, which she noticed. "Put that thing away, Jax. No more sexy time till you've been seen by a medical professional. It's horny jail for you, sir."

"Can't help it that even the sight of you putting on clothes makes me hard. That's how fucking attracted to you I am."

Her shoulders slumped, and she stared down at me with a complicated expression on her face, her bra dangling by a strap from a finger. "What am I supposed to say to that?"

I shrugged. "Nothing? It doesn't require a response. I'm just telling you the truth."

She drove her arms through, checked the tag to make sure it was oriented right, slipped it over her head, yanked the cups down over her tits, and then reached in and tugged her boobs into place. It was fascinating to watch, to be honest, and I didn’t bother pretending I wasn't staring. A few seconds later, she was zipping the flight suit up to just beneath her chest. Her socks and boots went on last, and then she scraped her hair back and did a quick, messy, no-look braid.

“You need help getting dressed," she said, and it wasn't a question.

"Maybe," I allowed.