Page 47 of Passion in Bloom

Chapter 16

Roarke

“Fuck!” I couldn’t stopshouting it. Shock had me running toward the bathroom.

I’d never pulled out of a woman faster than I just did with Heather, and she was the kind of woman I wanted to stay inside of for as long as possible. That tight glove. That slick heat.

I missed the intimacy already.

Now, in a horrible sense of whiplash, I was shoved right back into reality.

Namely, the reality that my fucking pipes had busted.

Realizing that bursting sound had come from my bathroom erased all sexy thoughts from my mind. As I ran toward the open door, letting the spray of water reach my skin, I shivered and tried to think.

Water geysered out of the joint in the pipe beneath the sink. The showerhead was dribbling water, seeming to go faster and faster like it wanted to pop off the head and spray the walls the other way.

I volleyed my gaze back and forth, rushing to think of where to stop the spray first.

“What in the hell is—” Heather hurried up to me, cramming her arms in her sweatshirt. Her panties were in hand, but she didn’t seem to pay attention to her clothes at all as her eyes opened wide with a what the fuck expression of confusion and shock.

I tugged off the condom, tossing it in the direction of the garbage as I hurried. Grabbing a towel off the hook, I hunkered low to fend off the worst of the spray in the pipe. A puddle had me slipping. The floor and walls were already dripping. As I crouched to block the spray and find the water shut off, I squinted and growled.

“Fucking Todd,” I bellowed as I struggled to get close enough. The sink was so low. This bathroom was such a tight fit. I dropped to my haunches, feeling oddly intimidated with my junk hanging low.

“Is this from that crew he’s got digging outside?” she guessed, grabbing another towel to hand to me as I struggled to get to the pipe.

“It has to be,” I shouted over the sound of water spraying and hitting the wall with force. It was like a damn hydrant had been opened. “My water pressure’s been off and now—Ah!”

I covered the pipe and wrapped the towel around the opening in the joint, but as I did, Heather slipped and fell back on her ass onto the floor in hurrying to give me another towel.

“Shit. Are you okay?” Keeping one hand on the towel around the pipe, I looked back to help her up. As I pivoted, another joint gave way and more water shot out at me.

It hit my inner thigh, and I yelled at the impact so close to my balls.

Falling back and into her, we scrambled in the wetness. “It’s everywhere!”

“My balls!”

“What?” she shouted as we fought to get up. “It hit your balls?”

I couldn’t help but laugh as we crawled to get up. My laughter didn’t last long though, since I heard another crack. This one came from further away, but it couldn’t bode well.

“Put clothes on,” she shouted as she spat water from her mouth. “I’ll find the shutoff.”

I rushed out of there, yanking my jeans on. They were wet, too, since the spray of the first opening had hosed a stream clear out into my bedroom. They covered me, though, and by the time I joined Heather in the bathroom again, I saw the showerhead spraying out a cone of water as well.

“What in the fuck? What the hell did they do?”

“I can’t reach the shutoff valve,” she announced, wincing as she tried to grope up under the skin. Her hair was matted to her head. Her eyes were slitted shut from the spray.

“Your arm is smaller than mine. It has to reach.”

“It might be smaller but I’m not an acrobatic!” she snapped.

“Can you feel it?”

“There!” She clenched her teeth as she seemed to strain. I wrapped a towel around the showerhead to stop it from shooting into both of our eyes.