Adrenaline Jake by Louise Collins

Author:Louise Collins [Collins, Louise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-17T23:00:00+00:00

Once at the flats, Jake leaned forward between the seats.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Then man frowned. “Why do you need to know?”

Jake shrugged. “Case I get rich one day and I wanna thank you for the ride.”

“That’s not gonna happen. One of us gets rich, it ain’t gonna be you.”

Jake pressed his lips in a hard line before climbing from the car. He bowed his head in thanks even though inside he wanted to curse like hell. In a few days his face would be plastered all over the news. The man would soon regret not giving up his name for a cut of the reward money.

Home, sanctuary. It was a hell hole, but his hell hole and he galloped the stairs to get inside. The bag was shoved straight in the trash, but the smell had clung to his skin, rolled his stomach and made his throat spasm.

He stubbed his toe in his hurry to reach the shower. It throbbed but the pain was secondary to the need to wash. Not only did he want the smell of rotten meat gone but he needed to rid himself of the man too. Along with the putrid smell of the bag, he’d been breathing that man’s scent, bitter like rich tobacco. He could still feel where his lips had pressed and his fingers had trailed; Jake needed it gone. Needed to forget.

He washed every inch of himself, used the whole bottle of shower gel till he could only smell was artificial flowers. He hummed as loud as he could when he cleaned between his cheeks, distracting himself with noise so he wouldn’t register why he was tender there. He soothed the skin, shaking his head in anger when he got hard. His body was betraying him; it had betrayed him in the cooler and was doing so again in the shower. The small wound of his leg from Carl had purpled. When he circled his finger on the flesh it ached like an ordinary bruise.

Anger gave way to niggling despair, and he zoned out, staring down at himself.

The water beat down on his back, loosening his coiled shoulders and neck. It was hot; he could see it was hot from the steam clouding the cubical, could see it was hot from his feet glowing red raw, knew it was hot from the dial behind him being at maximum, but he couldn’t feel it. He felt cold, chilled to the bone and he shivered even though near-enough lava was dripping on his back.

He knew what an adrenaline drop felt like, but this was different. He sunk down into the base of the shower and wrapped his arms round his knees, arousal depleting every second that passed.

“What the hell is this?” he muttered to himself, trying to understand the sudden hollowness, the jitteriness in his body. It was horrible, and he had no clue how to stop it, hadn’t experienced it before.

Jake reached up and twisted the dial to off. He carried on sitting in the base of the shower as the steam faded around him.

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