Chapter 25

Mark took over lathering her hair, his fingers caressing her scalp, aware he was having an affect on her because he seen the tremor course through her body. "Mmm..." He rumbled, kneeling down to get the hair that hung down her back. Waist length, it was sexy as hell. Though he didn't want to know how much she had to spend on shampoo and conditioner in a week alone. "Turn around." He murmured when he'd finished.

Jasina slowly did and felt his hand press against her throat, leaning her head back as the sprays washed it out, the soapy water flowing down her body and pressed a hand against his strong chest to keep her balance. His other hand was against her back and Jasina couldn't stop the moan from rippling through her. It felt wonderful having his hands on her again, washing her, remembering their showers from back in the day. Of course, it was sex and then shower time, but this was so erotic. Just touching alone made her wetter than the Atlantic Ocean and it was only for him. No other man had ever affected Jasina this way and never would.

His eyes were a lustful shade of green, aware she was aroused. Hell so was he, only he couldn't hide it. Not like he wanted too though. Smirking, Mark poured body wash into his hands after rinsing her hair clean, lathering it between his palms and turned her around again, pressing Jasina gently against the shower wall. She wanted to torture him, well that was fine with him. Skimming his hands down her back, he washed her, taking his time. His hands were rough and calloused from working, but they were skilled.

His hands were heaven on earth, rough yet gentle to the touch. Just feeling him washing her caused her heart to nearly want to explode out of her chest as she tried in vain not to moan. It wasn't happening though, especially when his hand traveled over her thighs and slid up her wet sex, another tremble running through her. He slowly turned her around, his hands now working on the front of her and Jasina couldn't stop smiling as she stared at him, running her fingers through his hair when he took one of her legs, lathering it up thoroughly before doing the other one.

"Mmm..." She purred in satisfaction, staring down at him and watched as his head rose, teal to green locking.

Hands caressed her hips, making sure every inch of her didn't go untouched. Not looking away, he lathered his hands again, moving to her ribs and running his palms up, caressing the sides of her breasts, then to her shoulders. Mark gently extended her right arm, bringing her wrist to his mouth, kissing the pulse point before covering the spot with soap, running a single finger down the center of her palm, watching her intently. He didn't know who he was torturing anymore, her or himself.

Jasina had to learn how to breathe as he did that to her hand, slowly moving it to cup his face, bringing it close to her to where their bodies were touching, their lips mere inches from each other's. "Your turn." She whispered, reaching around him for the soap and poured some in her hands, not moving from her spot.

Her hair was clinging to her head, some strands to her face, but she didn't care. Her eyes never left his as she began at his broad shoulders, running it down his massive tattooed arms, her soft hands caressing him with every movement she made. God she loved his arms, his shoulders…She loved every part of this man's body and ran her hands back up his arms and over his shoulders down his muscular chest. Lathering the soap up on his tanned skin, Jasina moved to his sides, letting a deep moan spring from her mouth when his muscles rippled beneath her touch.

Jasina's touch was lighting his blood on fire, making his resolve of 'no sex' weaken, dramatically. Inhaling sharply, he braced an arm against the wall, staring down at her intently, the expression on his face almost mask like, though his green orbs were filled with desire. Seeing her honey chestnut hair clinging to her every curve, almost shielding her body completely from view. Though when she'd turn, he'd catch a glimpse of her beautiful skin, it was almost like she was teasing him just with her hair. He grunted, his erection painful now.

Her eyes were locked on his, seeing how dark they were, and smiled before bending down to run her hands down his muscular legs, not believing how toned they were. God so much power was held in them, she shivered at the mere thought of what sex with him would be like...again. He was much bigger than before, more muscular anyway. He was delicious as she ran her hands back up, one wrapping around his hardened shaft to wash it, knowing she couldn't leave that part untouched like he had done to her. She heard him grunt again, her teal eyes darkened to a deep turquoise now before cupping the back of his neck, their lips once again barely touching.

"Turn around." She ordered in a lower voice and smiled as he did so, her hands working on his back.

He was tempted to either bend her over here in the shower and take her or do the job himself, his hands flattened against the wall, head hanging. His long hair hung down along his face, water glistening on his body. He clenched his teeth, feeling those delicious hands on his back, muscles rippling under every little touch.

"Torture..." He whispered harshly.

"Now you know how I felt." She replied in a seductive voice, her own harsh with passion as she moved down his back to his waist, wrapping her arms around him and hugged him briefly, kissing his back softly before bending down to do his legs.

When she moved back up, her hands ran over his beautiful ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. Smirking when he growled, Jasina finally turned him around, their eyes locking in as the soap washed from his beautiful body, using her hands to help him with that. She couldn't get enough of him and next poured some shampoo in her hands, smiling when he turned around and bent his head to where she could attain him, reaching up to lather it, her fingers running through his soft auburn tresses.

This was heaven, or hell, depending on how one looked at it. In the event of his dick literally exploding, hell. The feel of her fingers massaging his scalp, heaven. Mark let out a soft groan, wondering if the kids would bring him a bag of ice that he'd be needing after this shower. He almost smirked, remembering that box and wondered who's brilliant idea that had been. Deciding right then and there, before they left this room, him and Jasina would be going through it together.

Jasina was simply doing what he had done to her, nothing more, and smiled when he took over to rinse his hair out. While he was doing that, Jasina took the opportunity to lather her hair up with conditioner, using more than normal because of the length of it. She turned her back to him, running her fingers through it, and closed her eyes as the feeling of Mark's body still lingered on her hands and body. He was going to drive her to either the brink of insanity or to an early grave.

When he was finished, Mark moved so Jasina could have the water, stepping out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. His towels were larger than average ones simply because he was larger then the average man. He raked a hand through his wet hair, looking down at himself and crossed his eyes. Gripping the sink, he made himself think of every sick thing he could, sighing in relief when he no longer had a raging hard-on.

Jasina bit her bottom lip to keep from giggling as she finished her shower before turning the water off, stepping out, and wrapped one of his long black towels around her tiny frame. It wrapped three times before she could tuck it between her breasts, making her feel like a burrito. She looked around for her clothes and frowned, not seeing them, suddenly narrowing her eyes. She rinsed her mouth with mouthwash, since her toothbrush wasn't there, and walked out after patting her mouth dry.

"Where are my panties?" She demanded, rolling her eyes when he simply said she wouldn't need them. "Yes I do, where are they and the rest of my clothes?"

"We have them!" Came Arielle's voice from outside the door. "We sent in a remote control car with attached arms, how cool is that?"

"Camcorder included!" Gary said, removing the grate and pushing the car inside. From out in the hallway, he controlled it.

"Whoa! They're in towels, back it up!" Toni called from her place at the television.

"What the HELL?" Jasina blinked as she seen the little remote control car, raising an eyebrow, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "So just what am I supposed to wear?" She grunted when a t-shirt was tossed at her, rolling her eyes. "And what about panties?" Her eyes widened when she heard what Mark said next. "Marcus William Calaway, not in front of the kids!"

"Should we let them have some privacy?"

"Probably, they're about to get busy like bunnies."

"That's my mom and dad!"

"Well you did say you wanted us together, Arie. Be careful what you wish for."

Jasina giggled as Arielle made a face before the grate was closed, causing her to smirk, and turned around to face Mark. "That was a stroke of genius on your part." She admitted, seeing him laughing and smacked his arm before removing the towel, slipping his shirt on over her head, smoothing it down her body. "So what are we supposed to do in here for the next two days?" She demanded, already feeling restless.

"Get together?" He suggested with a lewd look on his face, chuckling when she just rolled her eyes. "Sorry, just a suggestion." Mark let the towel he wore fall to the floor, walking over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans, his back to her as he pulled them on, not bothering with a shirt. "They could have at least put a TV in here for us." He joked.

"I know." She grumbled, sitting on her knees on the bed now, smiling when he joined her. "This is going to be downright boring." She stated, rolling her eyes when the remote control car went back to the grate. "What are we supposed to do in here, Arielle?" She asked, flat out refusing to call her daughter Arie at the moment. She was still VERY upset with her and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She knew Mark wasn't ready for sex and respected that, but she was also going to go batty not being able to do anything.

Arielle's response was to shove Twister through the grate. "Have fun you two. Lunch will be in a few hours, we're going swimming."

"Like hell you are! What if something happens?"

"We all know how to swim AND use a phone. Chill out."

"Bye!"

"Again with the damn Twister." Jasina was going to shove that game down her daughter's throat as she went under the comforter and laid down, sighing. "I guess we sleep then." She closed her eyes, snuggling into the pillow, the shirt riding up her thighs a little as her legs curled up a little. She couldn't help it, this was how she slept. She'd already brushed her hair out with Mark's brush, knowing he wouldn't mind. She was even nice enough to clean it out before coming out of the bathroom, so it was currently shiny and flowing down her back. "This sucks."

"Nah..." Mark grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the box towards him. "It's a vacation. It'll suck when we're out of here, for them." He snorted, pulling out a handful of silk scarves, arching an eyebrow. What the hell were they teaching kids in school these days? He actually smirked at something else he found in there, knowing he'd have to kill the kids, but didn't mean he couldn't use them.

"What are those?" Jasina's eyes widened at the silk scarves, swallowing hard, and snatched them away from him before stuffing them under her pillow. "What else is in there? Oh dear god...HANDCUFFS?" She pulled out a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs, dropping them back in the box, her jaw dropped. Where the HELL did these kids get...SEX TOYS...from? Jasina was at a lost for words and blushed furiously when Mark pulled out a tube of... "Enough, put this all away right now." She was flaming and buried herself under the comforter.

"Hey there's even a little vibrator in here." Mark laughed, pulling out the package and read it. "Straps to your finger for intense stimulation. Hmmm..." He glanced over his shoulder, looking at her huddled form and pulled away the blankets. "Want to try it, Jasi?" He teased, waving the package in her face. "Might be fun, darlin'."

"That is so not even REMOTELY funny. Your finger stimulates enough..." She did not just say that! "I'm going to shut up right now and go back to sleep." She yanked the comforter back up over her, hearing Mark's roars of laughter, and knew she was redder than a tomato right now. She really did not like Arielle at the moment and curled up in a tight ball, trying to keep the heat from rushing over her body.

"My finger stimulates enough hmmm? You sure you don't want to try this? My finger might be rusty and need a little extra help." Mark drawled, eyes sparkling with wicked amusement. He opened the package quietly, checking for batteries and smirked. A second later he had his hand on her calf, the mini vibrator buzzing.

Jasina shrieked when she felt that, jumping out of her skin, and pulled the comforter from her head, her cheeks a deep crimson red. "Marcus! Don't scare me like that!" She smacked him on the arm and tried pulling away from the toy he was playing with, shaking her head. "I don't need toys to get off. I can cum just as easily with your finger." She stated emphatically, refusing to have that thing inside of her. Lord knew how long it'd been in that package and it probably wasn't even sanitized.

"You keep mentionin' my finger, darlin', is that a hint?" He asked innocently, pulling off the vibrator and tossing it back into the box, scooting up on the bed to run his hand up her thigh, smirking when she tensed. "Is it just my finger you want or somethin' else, hmmm?"

Her heart was hammering inside of her chest, the look coming over his eyes nearly making her soak, and stared back into his eyes. His hand felt wonderful against her soft skin. "I-I was just saying..." Her voice was shaky and her breathing was incredibly ragged, her head beginning to spin. She couldn't THINK when he did that, his hand was scorching her. "You can get it done without a toy." She finally managed to say, though it was incredibly weak and full of unhidden desire, already feeling it course through her at his simple touch.

Mark snorted, leaving little doubt that he was already aware of just what he could do. "I already knew that darlin', never hurts to explore new...pleasures though." He murmured huskily, his voice dropping an octave. "Is there?" His hand was skimming higher up her thigh, dragging the shirt with him.

"God no..." She whispered, his voice sending shocks throughout her body, lighting every nerve ending on fire, and laid back until her head hit the pillow. "Do whatever you want, Mark."

She was giving him free reign, knowing he deserved a little payback for what she put him through, like leaving him with a baby who was only two days old. She seen the wicked spark in those green eyes and sucked in a sharp breath, his hand trailing higher, loving how his calloused hand felt against her.

"Anything I want?" He purred, moving so he was hovering over her, their bodies barely touching, though the heat radiating from him could easily be felt. "Absolutely anythin' I want, darlin'?" Mark's lips curved into a smile when she could only nod her head, reaching his hand out to skim his fingertips along her jaw. "Really? Good." He rolled over onto his side, presenting her with his back. "Let's take a nap."

Jasina's eyes flew open when he did that and sighed, knowing she deserved it, and rolled over on her side as she pulled the comforter over her. She really wished she had a pair of panties right about now and closed her eyes, wondering if he would ever put the fire out that he always seemed to start. Probably not. It was fine though. She wasn't going to beg for it and let out a yawn before snuggling. She was going to try to sleep the day away so hopefully Monday would roll around and let her out of this hell hole.

The minute she fell asleep, Mark vacated the bed to go grab a cold shower, groaning as the icy water beat down on him. It wasn't doing anything to stem his desire for Jasina. If anything, it was actually making it worse. Now that was a problem he had never encountered before. He had her, he could have just taken her. He was tempted to end his problem the good old fashioned way, but it wasn't his hand he wanted. It was hers.