20 Questions

Chapter 112

Hunter

"You know what we should do today?" Jenna says with all the fervor of a shredding machine on Wall Street. I give her a look that earns me a scowl before she divulges her plans. "We should go whale watching!"

"Oh, you know what would be more exciting than that? Watching paint dry for one or maybe shoving splinters under our toenails. That would be equally amazing!"

"Your sarcasm is excessive this week," she scoffs. "Ok, smartass, what do you want to do...besides take advantage of me because I already know that's what you are thinking."

"I plead the fifth. And for your information, I had something far more stimulating planned."

"Do tell, oh exciting one!"

"I want to take you ziplining. I looked at all the reviews and they said the ziplining was awesome and then you get to view the forest while walking over a rope bridge. So, how you like them apples?"

"I stand corrected," she says with a giant smile on her face. "Your idea was definitely better than mine."

"Getting a lobotomy would have been a better idea than yours," I quip.

"Keep running that mouth of yours and I'll clip your zipline harness. How much did you say your life insurance policy was worth?"

Jenna woke up feisty this morning and I dig it. If we didn't have to get to the zipline excursion soon, I'd put something in that sassy mouth of hers. She pulls on a white tank top and cut-off blue jean shorts before pulling her hair back in a ponytail. In between groping her tits, I did manage to get myself dressed.

"You want to call Eve and see if she wants to be a human harness for your tits?" I joke, which earns me a scowl, indicating that my suggestion was not appreciated. "That girl is...special."

"Yeah, she's something for sure. It definitely took me by surprise, but I just chalked it up to the insane amount of alcohol she consumed down there. She was completely shit-faced. I bet she feels all kinds of terrible today."

"She should feel terrible for groping two things that aren't hers. Thankfully, Adam stepped in before I had to show her what a protective asshole I am."

"So, you're saying you're not into girl-on-girl action?" she giggles.

"Not when it involves my girl, I'm not."

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Jenna wasn't nervous until we pulled up to the tall tower that marks our starting point. She begged me mercifully to reconsider, but with a lot of encouragement and asking her to trust me, she put on her big girl panties and proved to me and herself what a brave little badass she is. When we got to the top of the tower and the guide was securing her harness, she was shaking like a leaf and quiet as a church mouse. The fear in her eyes killed me, but I knew once she experienced the rush of gliding freely through the air, she wouldn't regret her decision.

"If I piss my pants from fear, I'm going to murder you," she threatens.

The guides find her trepidation equally as funny as I do.

"If you piss your pants, make sure you do it over the forest so it can get some extra hydration," I joke.

She flips me off as the guide brings her to the edge of the platform. She takes three deep breaths, opens her eyes wide and lets herself go, soaring effortlessly across the thick and fragrant vegetation. I watch closely, but I don't see a trail of urine pouring from the sexy little dot in the sky so I assume I won't be having a funeral anytime soon. I follow right behind her, eager to see her reaction to my bold choice in honeymoon excursions. The carefree feeling I get as I rocket over the passion fruit trees in the jungles of Maui is exhilarating. I descend over banyan and mango trees, my nose captivated with the fragrances of exotic flowers, lush vegetation and tropical fruits. The wind kisses my face and gusts through my hair as I propel toward my girl at a steadfast speed. The thrill of the experience is unlike any other, reckless and dangerous and euphorically fulfilling.