in case I had another and it hurt her.
They came and went without rhyme or reason. I wondered if they were being triggered this time by my failure to carry out Enzio's orders and the knowledge I'd be facing him soon enough. I hoped that was all it was, and that when all this was said and done, they'd disappear quickly and go back to their random appearances.
I clenched my fist, wondering if she'd yell if I took the bandage off. I was certain my knuckle wasn't bleeding anymore, but there'd been a tiny bit when she changed it when we stopped three hours ago, so I doubted she'd like it if I took it off.
She was so fiery it was worth giving in once in a while.
Only once in a while, though.
She'd get madder if I gave her everything. She secretly liked a good screaming match.
“There,” she said, coming in, holding the ring up triumphantly. “Off!”
“It's getting real offensive, you know that?” My eyes followed her as she retrieved the box from the bag and set the ring back in it for the night.
“It felt weird. Heavy. Kind of like a shackle. Like I'd never get away from you.” She shrugged and put the box back.
“Well for one, that's the general idea of marriage, and two, again with the offensive.”
She cut her bright blue eyes to me, and I swore she rolled them. “According to you I have my pick of men like I'm on The fucking Bachelor or something. At least if I offend everyone I'm good.”
“So dramatic,” I muttered, flicking through the TV channels. I fought to keep my eyes on the screen as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her slim figure and perky tits. It got even harder when she bent forward and pushed her jeans down.
She was doing it deliberately. At least it felt like it.
Fuck.
I shifted, discreetly adjusting my pants. I'd never had so many fucking hard-ons in my entire life. I suddenly knew how a pornstar felt. I needed to be inside her constantly.
Hell, I'd take my own hand at this point.
“I'm going to shower.” I dropped the remote on the bed as she climbed beneath the sheets. She watched me as I disappeared through the room into the tiny bathroom that connected to it.
Fuck, I missed the Hilton in Los Angeles. I was a snob, but whatever—I liked to have room to sit down on the toilet to shit and then close the door. This bathroom didn't even qualify as one. More like a goddamn converted broom closet.
I found a thin towel hanging on a rail and let out a long breath. Jesus Christ, I could tell already that it'd be like wrapping my ass in a porcupine.
I shut the door and stripped off anyway, then turned on the water. This room was pretty cold, but the sudden chill did nothing for my hard on.
I'd only fucked her this morning.
This was gonna be a long ass fucking trip.
I stepped into the tiny shower cubicle and looked down. Did I even have room to knock one out in here? I reached down as the water drained over me and decided that yeah, with tiny jerks, I could totally get off in the world's smallest shower.
I didn't have much of a choice. I didn't think she could take me a third time in less than forty-eight hours.
I turned my back to the door and dropped my head forward as I gripped my cock comfortably. I could feel the blood pulsing through the vein that ran along its length as I slowly moved my fist back and forth along it.
I felt like a goddamn creep standing here—more than before. She was in the next fucking room and I was standing here in secret like a teenager getting myself off.
There was so many things wrong with me I was running out of room on the sheet of paper to list them down.
A chill blew across my back, and when I turned around, Adriana was standing in the doorway to the shower, completely naked.
I gripped my dick tightly. “What are you doing?”
She—somehow—slid into the tiny space with me and shut the door. She gasped as the water ran over her, soaking her. “I'm not an idiot, Hunter,” she whispered, the back of her hand brushing my thigh. “You just randomly needed a shower, yeah?”
“Maybe.”
She shoved my hand away and curled her tiny fingers around my erection. “Don't treat me like an idiot.”
I clenched my