20 Questions

Chapter 56

I'm exhausted after my flight to Aspen.  It didn't leave until four in the afternoon so I didn't get to the lodge until almost ten.  When my taxi pulls up to the lodge, I am flooded with memories of the last time I was here.  I had no idea that my week would end with an engagement followed by a year of pure hell.  It's over now and the only option I have is to move forward.  I'm praying that I will be moving forward holding Hunter's hand. 

I grab my bags and head to the desk to check in.  I don't recognize the young man at the counter and I'm hoping it's not the same one I yelled at on the phone.  They probably made a note in their computer, telling all their employees what a crazy bitch I was. 

"Hello there.  May I have your name?" the man asks, smiling at me with a mouth full of unnaturally white teeth.  There's not enough SPF in the world to protect me from the blinding light.

"Yes, my name is Jenna Janes and I have a reservation."  He clicks through the computer, welcomes me back and gives me all the necessary check in information.

"Is there anything else that you need?" he asks me when I linger around at the desk.

"Um, yes...actually, there is.  Has a guest by the name of Hunter Walters checked in yet?" 

He scrolls through the computer and I am filled with disappoint when he tells me no.  I know I shouldn't, but I press on.

"Can you tell me if he has a reservation here?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am.  I can't provide that information."

I smile, nod at him and tell him I understand.  I grab my keycard from the counter and head to my room.  When I look at my card, I chuckle when I see that I have reserved the exact same room I had last year.  What are the chances?  I open the door to my room and the nostalgia overpowers me.  So many memories were made in this room.  So much love was made in this room.  My eyes move to the bed and I run my hand over the comforter where Hunter once sat, flipping through the pages of the scrapbook I made him, his eyes teary with raw emotion.  I know it has been washed multiple times since then, but it makes me feel closer to my man. 

I put my suitcase on the bed and hang up my clothes, grateful that they aren't too wrinkled.  When I am completely unpacked, I head into the bathroom and look around.  I see the bathtub where Hunter told me about his painful childhood.  I look at the sink that he bent me over, giving me pleasure like I'd never experienced.  I peek behind the shower curtain where we kissed under the warm stream of water.  Everything about this room leads back to him.  Everything about this town leads back to him.  My heart leads back to him.  I know it is only Saturday and he could still come, but I need to mentally prepare myself for the possibility that he doesn't show.  I push the thought out of my mind and start the water in the bathtub before I turn into a woeful sobbing mess.

I walk back into the bedroom and grab my candle and matches on the way.  I turn on my Journey playlist, drop my clothes to the floor and step into the water.  I close my eyes and picture his arms around me, running his fingers over my breasts, filling me with that electricity the way he does.  My skin tingles as I think about the way he always knew how to touch me, how to bring me to that mind blowing high, how his presence alone would send the butterflies in my stomach whirling around like a tornado.  The deep ache grows within me and before I realize it, I am reaching my hand between my legs, rubbing small circles over my swollen bud.  I move my hand faster, pushing furiously side to side on my clit, my body responding with an elevated slickness as I picture the way Hunter stares at me before he tears me apart.  My heart is racing, my breathing ragged as I rub harder, sliding the wetness over my folds.  I grab my breast and envision Hunter's hand there, kneading the soft tissue between his fingers, pumping into me with his ferocious fury, pulling back and pushing roughly back in.  I moan his name while wishing he could hear me, for him to see me deriving pleasure from the image of his V-shaped torso alone.  Within seconds, I am moaning and grunting, reaching a powerful orgasm that is satisfying, but could never hold a candle to the sheer ecstasy I get from his erection filling every inch of me.  It's been too long since I've been touched and it's no wonder I have been so irritable this year.  I need that sweet release that only he can provide.