20. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
SHYLOH
This was almost reminiscent of how I awoke on the football field—except this time, there was a horrendous odor.
“What happened?” I asked, trying to sit up. In my line of sight, I saw Josh standing beside Donna, who had her hand over her mouth, covering what looked to be a smile.
“Well darling, it looks like you fell out of the hammock, spooked the skunk, and… it sprayed ya.”
I groaned and closed my eyes. “This could not be happening to me right now. Now Becca won’t come near me ever.”
“We asked the lodge to send some of their medical supplies for you so you can take a good shower, or maybe three, and hopefully get this smell out of your skin and hair. ”
They helped me stand up and I looked around at all the disgusted faces. Donna smiled softly and said, “At least it wasn’t a direct hit. More of a lingering hit, so it shouldn’t be too terrible.”
“How long does a skunk smell last?” I asked, trying to take a step back toward camp.
“Well, a direct hit, I would say anywhere from two to three weeks, but for you, maybe a couple of days.”
I hung my head. I was just now getting closer to Becca and then this happened. Maybe I was doomed.
“Becca is gonna meet up with the guide to get your things, but Josh is gonna grab you some fresh clothes, and then we will just destroy these. How’s that sound?” Donna suggested.
I laughed because what other choice did, I have? “How will you destroy them?”
She patted my back. “Oh, don’t you worry about that, darling. I’ll take care of it.”
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Sitting in the chair by myself was sad and depressing, but waiting for Becca to bring the supplies I needed for my shower in the bathhouse was just embarrassing. Luckily from what the others told me, I only had a smidgen of the skunk smell on me. Could I smell it? Yes, but for some reason I have become immune to it.
The door creaked open, and Becca walked in with a bag of supplies .
“Here is your de-skunk mix and some other helpful showering supplies.” She stood in front of me and sniffed. “You don’t smell too bad. You were lucky.”
I rolled my eyes, grabbing the bag from her hands. “Yeah, so lucky.”
She laughed and walked towards the sink, leaning against it.
I started to pull the various items from the bag and looked at her with a ‘what the hell do I do with this’ look.
“Okay, big guy, let’s start off with turning on the water and getting the first bottle which is baking soda and a super strong soap. You’re really supposed to take a bath, but our options are limited, so maybe you can lather up and sit on the shower stool for a few minutes before rinsing off.”
“Um. Thank you,” I sighed, opening the shower curtain and turning the water on.
“Here is the loofah you can use, but after using it, I would maybe just throw it away.”
With the loofah and bottle in my hands, I smiled at her before placing them inside the shower and taking off my shirt. Becca quickly grabbed it and put in a laundry bag.
“Are you destroying that piece of clothing as well?” I asked with a knowing grin.
She smirked. “Maybe.”
We stood there looking at one another. I knew I needed to take off the rest of my clothes, but I had somehow become shy around her.
“C’mon, Mendoza. Take off the rest of your clothes so I can go.”
I smiled wickedly. “Oh, so now you want me naked.”
But I couldn’t help it. I obliged, pulling my pants and underwear off and tossing them to her. She didn’t linger her stare any lower than my chest, but I could see the change in her breathing. I made her nervous like this.
“Do you… want to help me?” I gestured to the shower behind me, and Becca’s eyes flickered between me and the running water.
She started to rub her lips together nervously. “You don’t have to take off your clothes. You can just help me reach where I can’t,” I suggested, hoping that she would finally agree to it.
Becca nodded nervously and I turned to step into the shower so she wouldn’t see the big ass smile I had on my face for finally getting her to agree with me. I stood under the water rinsing my body when the curtain opened, and Becca stepped in.
The only things clinging to her body was a black bra and matching thong. The blood rushed throughout my body, and I couldn’t help it. I reacted to her. She had some weird magic over me.
“Turn around,” Becca murmured almost shyly.
She held the loofah and bottle in her hands, and I stood there for just another moment before I turned.
“Lean your head forward.”
I laughed. “Are you always this bossy?”
Becca hummed slightly. “Only when I have to be.”
I could smell the mixture coating my skin, and it wasn’t as terrible as I originally had thought. But what made it a million times better was the woman lathering me up.
“Turn around. ”
I followed her command because I kind of liked her bossy side.
I watched as she intently scrubbed my neck and arms, moving to my chest and torso. But when she got to my hips, she handed the loofah over. "You can do that part.”
A smug ass smile crept over my face, and I grabbed the loofah from her to do as I was told. She never broke eye contact, and I knew that I was going to do something I’d either regret or be so thankful that I did.
“Okay, now sit on that chair and we will wait ten minutes before you rinse off and do the next mixture.”
My arm grazed her hips as I walked around her to sit on the towel that I’d placed over the shower chair. When I looked up at her, I noticed the hesitancy on her brows about whether she would stay or go. When she took the step towards the shower curtain I reached for her, grabbing her wrist.
“Stay with me, please,” I whispered.
Becca blinked a few times, studying me. When her tongue swept across her bottom lip, I knew there was a chance she’d stay.
Biting her lower lip, she murmured, “There’s nowhere to sit.”
I smirked at her, patting my thighs. “I’ve got the perfect place.”
She took a step back, but I pulled her towards me. Our skin touched, sending a liquid fire through my veins. I wanted her. I needed her.
“Give me a chance, Becca. Please.”
Her eyes glazed over me slightly cautious but intrigued. “Okay. I’ll sit, but don’t expect me to do any— ”
Before she could even finish the sentence, I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me. Her legs straddled me on the shower chair and her hands laid over my shoulders.
“So how long until I need to rinse this off?” I whispered, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against me.
“Ten minutes,” Becca replied breathlessly.
I hummed, moving my hands over her back and down to her hips, gripping them. I wanted her to completely melt into me, and to be able to break through her shell.
My right hand trailed along her waist, her chest, and to her neck where I gently tugged her face closer to mine.
I wanted to make sure that she knew my intentions.
Becca needed to hear it spelled out.
Crystal clear.
I lingered my lips over hers and whispered, “Ten minutes is plenty of time to convince you to be mine.”