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I vaguely notice the rest of the hotel is as lush as the lobby, thick carpet, paneled walls, large mirrors, huge flower bouquets. Definitely a five star. The gleaming elevators deliver us to our floor in no time.
In the quiet hallway, as we pass identical, heavy wooden doors, looking for our room number, I keep my distance, giving Anna her space. Maintaining a few feet between us, hoping to show her I won’t be a source of worry. She unlocks our door without turning to me and leaves it wide open after stepping in. Setting her bag on the luggage carrier at the entrance, she walks further into the suite. I discard my own bag and follow suit, locking behind me.
A nice scent fills the air. Our footsteps are muffled by the thick carpet. A soothing cream-colored wallpaper covers the walls. The furniture is an assortment of heavy, dark cherry wood pieces.
This junior suite is perfect for us, the sitting area’s wide, padded, white couch pulls into a queen-size bed. And the master bedroom harbors a decadent California king. Covered in mountains of pillows, throws, and heavy blankets.
We stand at the foot of the bed, at a couple feet distance, staring in fascination at the inviting set up. This would be perfect for a couple, romantic, inciting, inspiring.
I imagine Anna’s thick curls spread out on the immaculate pillowcases. Her long legs, bare. Thick thighs spread for my hungry eyes. Arms wide open in invite. Entirely naked, finally revealing her secrets to me, full, mouth-watering breasts, soft, dark brown skin all over. The curve of her stomach, the dip of her belly button. The apex of her thighs glistening with need.
I clear my throat and turn on my heels, throwing over my shoulder, “I’m taking the couch.”
Anna
I’m not exactly sure what’s happened, but playful, light-tempered Jake left the building. And now, I’m sharing a suite with a grumpy, door-slamming, monosyllable-grunting stranger. Great. I thought my biggest worry for tonight was how to resist Jake’s attempts at seduction, not worryabouthim!
I climb onto the vast bed, feet dangling from the side, and slump back into the cloud of pillows and cushy blankets. Let my palms run over the soft duvet covers. Enjoy the sensation of being surrounded by a marshmallow-like cushion.
I close my eyes, relaxing, keeping a distracted ear on the sounds of the shower. I didn’t mind Jake’s request to go refresh first. I’m beat and this short rest is more than welcome.
This bed is so comfortable. I bury myself even deeper, kicking my shoes off, and pulling the first blanket I can reach over my tired body. And before I realize it, I’m out.
Jake
“Ant…a”. Her name dies on my lips when I step into the bedroom, and find her passed out cold on the enormous bed. In a hypnotic rendering of my earlier vision.
Of their own accord, my feet make their way to her. I climb on, refusing to think about what I’m doing. Pull the thick cover, and lay right next to Anna. Pulling her into my arms and molding my body to hers. Face into the crook of her neck, I inhale her delicious scent. Flowery, heady, mixed with an undertone of clean sweat. I want to undress her, run my large hands all over her lush forms. I want to kiss, lick, suckle, nip, and smell her all over. Every nook and cranny.
I must have tightened my arms a bit stronger, because Anna stirs in her slumber, emitting a soft moan of protest, and pushing her full, round ass against my crotch. I exhale a pained groan.Get it together, man!
I’m so tired. Tired of fighting my fear to never play football again, my pain from being left by the woman I loved and thought I was building a future with. Tired of always making reasonable decisions.
I hold on tight to my gorgeous surprise bed mate, and let her deep breaths calm and relax me.
Anna
Something heavy and burning hot lays across my chest and thighs. That’s my first thought as I stir from slumber. The object is making me too warm, and I grunt in protest, wiggling and pushing with my free arm to extract myself. I free my torso and sit up, looking around. Jake is sprawled out on the bed, right beside me. It’s his muscular arm I just rolled off my chest, and his massive thigh that’s still thrown across my lower body. I’m trapped.
The dim nightlight allows my curious eyes to roam over his thick, dark curls resting on the immaculate pillow. Long eyelashes resting peacefully, casting a shadow over his sharp cheekbones. My fingers ache to trace the line of his nose, run over the scruff of his upper lip, line the contour of his mouth. My gaze reluctantly lowers from his beautiful face, to his strong, corded neck, the broad expanse of his shoulders. His uncovered shoulders. Could it be?
Pinching the cover between two fingers, I delicately peel it off Jake’s upper body, inch by tiny inch. Revealing the wonderful, deep olive tone of his bare skin. He’s not wearing a shirt. Exposing his long, muscled, veins covered arms. Strong pectorals and dark nipples. All for my famished gaze. I drink in the amazing sight, notice a small tattoo on his shoulder. My hand pulls the blanket even lower, and I almost drool over the defined abdominal muscles, rising and falling softly in his sleep. A thin line of dark hair starts at his belly button and travels south, in the happiest of trails.
Before my hand gets even bolder and I get us both in deep shit, I jump off the bed and hurry to the suite’s entrance for my bag. I rummage through it for my toiletries. I need a good shower to refresh and cool off.
I wonder why Jake came to lie with me in bed. Wonder if he needed comfort. After the insane day we’ve had. After whatever might be happening in his own life.
I get out of the steaming bathroom, still rubbing my hair dry, wrapped in one of the hotel’s big, fluffy robes. Careful not to make too much noise, I slowly pull the door handle, turn off the lights, and tiptoe toward the sitting area and its gigantic couch. Can’t wait to catch a few more hours of sleep before we have to get up at dawn thirty -again!- to catch our plane. Passing the bedroom door, my fingers wrap around the brass handle to quietly pull it close. There’s no way I’m getting back in that room or confronting Jake for laying with me.
The living room is pitch black. I make my way to the couch groping around, and am surprised to find it’s already been pulled out into a bed. Jake must have prepared it before he fell asleep with me. Lucky me. I slip under the thick quilted blanket and my body comes in contact with warm skin. Dammit.I shriek, and Jake abruptly sits up.
My eyes got used to the darkness, and I can see his shadowy form, bare torso, disheveled hair, rubbing his eyes.
“Anna…” he asks groggily.
“Yeah, you scared me,” I respond, still out of breath.
“I’m sorry, I came here to leave you the bed,” Jake mumbles, voice still laden with sleep. He turns to face me, a sweet smile stretching his full lips. He looks absolutely adorable.Ugh.
