20 Questions

Chapter 24

I have about two hours before I meet the guys in the bar and head out to our fun evening of karaoke. After Hunter left to go sightseeing with the guys, I laid down and fell asleep for three hours. I figure we will be out late tonight so I'm thankful for the long nap. Other than my much-needed siesta, I haven't done much today except read my trashy romance novels. Before Hunter, these books seemed so erotic, but the luster is no longer there. I'm so turned on by the memories of last night, and this morning for that matter, that I'm seriously considered heading out to the hot tub. Being that it's still light outside and having to explain to my parents why I need them to bail me out of jail for public indecency and gross misconduct doesn't sound like one of my better ideas, I decide on a hot shower instead. As I am gathering my attire for the night, I hear a knock on the door. I open it to see my handsome man holding a bouquet of white daisies.

"Happy three-day anniversary," he beams, his smile wide and freaking adorable. He couldn't possibly be any cuter if he tried.

"Hunter, that is so sweet! Nobody has ever given me flowers before."

Sadly, that is the truth.

My ex was a cheap bastard and said flowers were a waste of money. He said if he was going to spend money on me, it needed to be something of sustenance. His idea of a romantic gesture was a Kroger gift card so I could buy groceries. Nothing says "I love you" like broccoli and bottled water. The others just never were that thoughtful.

"I know it's kind of cheesy, but I wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you while I was out today. I hope you don't think it's weird."

"I don't think it's weird or cheesy at all. It's actually the most thoughtful thing somebody has done for me in a really long time. Thank you." I lean up and reward his thoughtfulness with a sweet peck to his cheek.

"What are you getting ready to do?" he asks.

"I was about to hop in the shower. I figured it was time for me to start getting ready for tonight. Have you taken a shower yet?"

"No, I was fixin' to head back now to do just that."

"Care to do that together?" I say and smile sweetly at him.

"Seriously? You want to?"

"Um, yeah. Unless you don't want to. I guess- "

If there was any doubt that he would say no to the request, it dwindled quickly as I watch his face light up brighter than Snoop Dogg's drug screen.

He abruptly cuts me off. "Hell yes, let me go get my stuff."

I am beaming from the inside out. I've never showered with anyone before, but I think this could be fun. Plus, I'll take any opportunity I can get to see Hunter in his birthday suit. I give him my key card, tell him that I am going to get started and to hurry. I grab some towels and washcloths and jump in the shower, quickly running a razor over my legs while I wait for him to join me. Minutes later, I hear the door open and close and the butterflies somersault in my stomach. I'm nervous, wondering if I moved too fast. My worries wash down the drain when I see him peak his head around the shower curtain and eye my body up and down, licking his lips as he takes me in.

"This was a really good idea on your part," he says as he runs his hand on the underside of my right breast. I blush as he closes the shower curtain and gets undressed. What have I gotten myself into?

In order to "set the mood", Hunter turns off the light and opens the bathroom door, just enough to let some light in. He steps in the shower as I am pouring shampoo in my hand. As he stands under the stream of water, I scrub my hair and watch the water roll over his hard body, his long torso stretching with the rise of his arms and his thick cock standing in attention. It takes everything in me to not reach out and grab it...or put it in my mouth...or shove it inside of me. The possibilities are endless. With his arms bent at his elbows, I catch a glimpse of another tattoo on the back of his right upper arm. I'm not sure how I missed it before, but it's intriguing. It is triangular in shape, with several rings interlocking, almost like a chain. If my mouth weren't drier than kitty litter, I'd ask him about it, but my production of words isn't quite as simple as I would like it to be right now. His eyes are closed as he runs his hands through his wet hair, dark thick lashes forming beautiful crescents under his eyes. When he finishes wetting his hair, he puts his hands on my hips to steady me while we change positions.