56 Days (Black)

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    I cupped the sides of his face.  “Let’s go back to bed.  I’ve got big plans for you and they involve us lying down.”
    He placed both of his arms on the side of the tub for balance, lifting up in one movement… with me attached.  Once again, fucking fit .  He placed me down on the rug and grabbed a towel from the metal rack, rubbing it along my skin before using it on his own body.
    He smacked me on the behind.   “Let’s go.”

Chapter Five
     
     
    We barely slept that night.  Jack kept me awake, alternating between talking and having bouts of mind-blowing sex.  He held me when we slept, something that Dave never did.
    Actually, Dave rarely spent the night.  I guess that should have been my first clue.
    Jack was attentive.  I wondered how in such a short amount of time together, I had grown so attached.  When we got back home, I would need some distance.  We couldn’t carry on in the city like we had this weekend.  He would be working and I didn’t have a car.  There was no way I was going to hop the train every time I wanted to see him.
    Besides, there was that Jeremy thing.  Ugh.   I didn’t want to see him and I was positive that he didn’t want to see me.
    * ****
    Jack woke me at 9, unfastening Buster’s leash.  He pressed his wet paws against my naked back.  “Check out is in an hour, El.  Get up,” he murmured in my ear, swatting me on the behind. 
    I groaned. “Nooo.  Can’t we just stay one more day?”
    He leaned in and ran his tongue up the side of my neck.   “Do you want to?”
    I did , but we had to get back. 
    “Eh, I have to work tomorrow.”
    “What time?”
    “5 am.”
    He laughed.   “Are you serious?”
    “ Yep.  Every weekday.”
    “Well, then let’s get going.”
    I shuffled out of bed, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  “Oh, God.  I don’t really look like that, do I?” I asked him.
    “What do you mean?  Beautiful?  Sexy?  Then yes.”
    I snorted.  “No, I meant more like a crack whore on a bender.”
    “El, you’re ridiculous.  If you could only see what I see.  I could stare at you all day.”
    Well, that seemed serious.
    “I’m going to get in the shower.”
    “May I join you?”
    I smiled.   “I have to shave my legs.  No one needs to see that.”
    “Your legs are fine.  You don’t have to shave.  Not for me.”
    I laughed loudly.  “How about for the rest of the world that has to see me?  I only have these shorts and they are ridiculously short.”
    “El, we’re gonna be in the truck.  No one will see them.” 
    He walked up and ran his hand up my thigh. 
    “No one but me.”
    He was trouble.  I couldn’t say no. 
    “Fine.  But it’s going to be a practical one.  Hair, soap, rinse.  That’s it,” I responded, pointing my finger into his chest.
    “Okay, boss.  Just think of it as us being friendly to the environment.  Less water waste.”
    Smiling, I said, “Uh huh.”
    He followed me into the bathroom.  I looked around at the cold, white setting. 
    “Who decorated this place?  There’s not one fun thing in here.  It’s a white tub with a white curtain, white floors, white sinks… it’s so sad.”
    Jack laughed.   “You’ve been in my bathroom.  It’s pretty much the same.”
    I turned on the knobs and put my hand under the stream to feel the temperature.
    “Well, maybe the next time I see it, I won’t be stretched out over your toilet heaving my guts into it.”
    He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my shoulder.   He pulled at my thong, tugging the strings until they slid down my legs.  Dropping down to one knee, he placed a wet kiss on my right cheek.  He stood and dropped his drawstring pants to his ankles.
    “God, I hope so,” he joked.  “Spend the day with me.”
    I turned to face him, laying my hands on his chest.   Oh God, he was gifted down there. I was a lucky girl.  Not only did he have that attribute, he knew what to do

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