20 Questions

Chapter 57

Hunter

We pull up to the lodge at four thirty and I practically skip all the way in. The flight here lasted forty-seven hours. Ok, it was more like four and a half, but it seemed like forty-seven. I annoyed everyone on the plane with my fidgeting and impatient childlike behavior, my bulldozer mentality when they finally let us deplane, but if I have to piss everyone off to get to my girl one minute sooner, so be it. I can almost smell the vanilla in her hair, taste that smooth sweet skin on my tongue and from the twitch of my dick, I can almost feel those silky folds gliding so effortlessly over my massive erection. This is most agonizing year of abstinence and I have the dickhead attitude to show for it. Rubbing one out in the shower will never compare to blowing my load inside of her tight, wet, dripping...

I need to get my head out of the gutter, but it's been too long since I've had her.

I walk up to the desk and get myself checked in. The guys aren't moving as quickly as I would have liked so I drop my stuff off in my room while they are getting their key cards. Patrick is the last to check in and is still standing at the desk when I come back, arguing with the jackoff at the counter who've I never seen before. I'm not sure who died and made him God's gift to concierges, but from the look on Patrick's face, we are on the same wavelength. Once he finishes and grabs his key card, I step in front of the desk, cutting off two people in the process. I can hear them grumbling behind me, but they can suck my dick seven ways to Sunday.

"Hi, I wanted to check and see if my girlfriend has arrived yet," I tell the employee, out of breath like I just Forest Gump'ed it here from Kentucky.

"Yes, sir. What is her name?" His professionalism is as fake as my ex-girlfriend's personality.

"Jenna James."

He looks through his computer and responds, "Yes, Miss Janes arrived yesterday."

"What?" I ask. "What did you call her?"

"Miss Janes?"

"Janes, like with an 'n'?"

"Um yes, Janes with an 'n'. Is that who you are looking for or did I stutter?" The shit-eating grin on his face makes me want to stick his head in the toilet bowl and flush repeatedly, but I can't even be mad at him because the "World's Biggest Dumbass" award is presented to yours truly.

How stupid do you have to be to get engaged to a woman and not even have her last name right? Let me answer that...pretty fucking stupid. No wonder I couldn't find her. One single letter in the alphabet has been the cause of an entire year of misery, a year of endless searching with zero results, the longest year of my life. I look over at the guys and they carry the same horrified expression that I do. It doesn't matter, she is here now. I ask him which room she is staying in and much to my surprise, she is staying in the exact same room as last year. He opens his smartass mouth to give me directions, but he doesn't get through the first number before I take off, sprinting through the lobby like I'm being chased by twenty pissed off ex-girlfriends. I know exactly where I'm going.

Considering I haven't been pulling all-nighters at the gym, I'm out of breath when I get to her door. I've waited an entire year for this, but in this moment, I am at a loss for words. What am I going to say to her? How is she going to respond? Will she pull me into the room and kiss me or will she slam the door in my face and tell me that she never wants to see me again? She's here though so that must be a good sign, right?

I knock on the door louder than I intended to, but I can barely contain my excitement. I'm bouncing on the balls of my feet as if I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew and Red Bull. I have missed her so much and I can't wait to see that beautiful face. I take several deep breaths in anticipation, trying to calm myself so I don't look like an overeager lunatic when she answers.