A pretty intense chapter of you ask me *wiggles eyebrows* enjoyyyyy my loves
Chapter 27: Kisses and Eggs
"B, it's time to leave." he shakes me awake. I slowly open my eyes to Hunter hovering over me. He was shirtless, but has sweatpants on."Why are you on me?" I smile.
"Because I want to." He leans down, doing a push up, kissing my nose.
"You're a stinker." I shake my head. I roll to the other side, knocking his arm off, and he falls into his stomach. He immediately gets up, and looks at me like he's going to murder me.
"Naughty girl." He shakes his head. My eyes lit up, when he basically pounces to get me. I scream as he grabs my leg. He then crawls up my body so his face is equal with mine.
"What are you gonna do?" I raise an eyebrow.
"What I want to do." he smirks. He leans his head down, he gently kisses my lips, lingering for a second. "We have plans for today. And for the next three or four days."
"Huh?"
"Number 5. Except for a few days-traveling that is."
"I love you so much!" I smile in excitement. I grab the back of his neck, pulling him down so my lips lock with his.
He reacts right away, kissing me back. We sit up, and he wraps my legs around his bare torso. I wrap my hands in his messy hair. His hands are trailing the sides of my body.
"I love you more." He says when we stop.
"Not possible." We both were panting. I lean down on his face, connecting our foreheads. "What's the first stop?"
"It's a surprise." He smirks, glancing back at my lips, then back into my eyes.
"I'm done with these surprises. Want a surprise?" I say, hovering over his lips.
"Kiss me." He moans.
"Hunter." I say slowly. I leave little kisses around his lips.
"Damn you Brooklyn. Kiss me on my lips." He says actually with a bit of anger.
"Not on my watch." I then trail kisses down his jawline, lingering for a few. "You have to earn it." I then kiss his strong collarbone.
I stop, then look back at him. His face is worn out, but his eyes are looking at me full of lust. "Christmas is on Thursday."
"I haven't gone shopping yet." I say, readjusting myself, so I'm not straddling him. "I don't know what to get anyone. I want to get something for all the guys, Tara, and obviously Lilly."
"What about me?" He gives me a pouting face.
"Like I said, you have to earn it." I kiss his lips lightly.
"Your changing me, B." He shakes his head. "I love you so much." He kisses my nose. "More than anything I've ever loved before."
"Hunter." I say softly.
"Don't talk." He says, looking at me. "You are driving me insane. There's not a moment you're not on my mind. I want you, Brooklyn Greene."
"And I'm all yours, Hunter Samuels." I say, licking my lips.
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"C'mon B!" Tate says. I sigh, stumbling down the stairs. "You are on TV!"
"Yeah yeah." I shake my hand. Hunter was upstairs getting ready. No, nothing too serious happened. I go and sit on the couch, watching the large TV.
Brooklyn Greene and Hunter Samuels hit off exposing their loving relationship last night at the Speedy Minds movie premiere in Las Angeles, California.
Then it showed a bit of Tate's interview. The part where we kissed each other. My stomach is all knotted up. I saw the way he looked at me, it was beautiful.
"Wow."
"I know, my interview was on national television!" Tate smiles. I throw a pillow at him, and he catches it, tossing it back at me as he goes into the kitchen.
"Hey babe." Hunter pretty much jumps on me, over the couch.
"Get off!" I try and push him, but he was too heavy. "Can't...breathe."
"You have to earn me to get off." He mocks me.
"I...can't....breathe...Hunter!" I try to push him again, but he just sprawled out over me.
He had changed into a black shirt that hugged his muscles. He wasn't too bulky, but he was fit for sure. He has a long, narrow torso. He was wearing jeans that hung low on his hips (he has the v-line). The black top was riding up on his strong, flat stomach.
I tap his stomach, and he chuckles and I make my own beat. "Your all that matters to me." He whispers to me, sitting up. He wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer to his body. He kisses the top of my head.
He smells of mint and something else, but I couldn't put a finger on it. He smells so good. He says I drive him crazy, he's the one that's making me go insane.
"Breakfast is served!" Tate walks in, holding a mini camera with a plate of eggs on it. "The two lovers are enjoying their time left." He points the camera on him.
"He's vlogging. Every weekend he does a daily vlog, to entertain his viewers. He's pretty popular too." Hunter explains.
"Here's your eggs. You have to share." He then leaves.
"We need forks!"
"You have feet." He says sassily. I shake my head, I get up and follow him back into the kitchen. "Welcome to the vlog, Brooke!" He points the camera at me.
"Ummmm....hey?" I say.
"She's just shy." He tells the camera. "Do you know when you're leaving?"
"Ask Hunter, he has something planned for me." I say I'm a hushed tone.
"Ooh, just make sure you use protection." Tate chuckles. I give him a glare, then go into the family room.
Hunter checks me out when I walk back in. I felt my face turn to extreme temperatures. Even the littlest things he does makes me giddy. "I have such a hot girlfriend." He sighs, smirking. Then he pats his lap, ordering me to sit there. I sigh, and do as he says.
We eat the eggs in a general silence, except for the TV lightly playing in the background. I put the plate on the table when we finished. But when I leaned over, Hunter grabs my ass. I squeal, totally caught off guard. "Sorry?" He shrugs.
"Lord knows you're not sorry." I roll my eyes.
"Yeah. Whatever." He smiles. He lays his hands on my thighs, tracing a little shape. "You know those scars you were talking about a while back?"
"Yeah?" I gulp.
"I want to see them all one day. Whenever you feel comfortable. But that's my goal." He kisses my neck.
Another chapter...your welcome. So how are you doing? Should I have a reader of the chapter? Idk something I've been thinking about.
Sigh, I'm in love with their relationship. Like please let that be me!!
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