The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 21 - Tacky Tourists and Tasteless Takeout.

                “No, there are probably security cameras everywhere,” I muttered, closing my eyes. Hunter chuckled, his hot breath searing my skin.

                “Andy, it’s like, a 1000 years old,” he chided, pressing yet another kiss along my neck, only higher, towards my jaw line.

                “It’s been modernized,” I countered. Hunter didn’t bother answering me, he just turned me around and pressed my back up against the counter. His lips searched mine, causing my hands to go up and run through his hair, pulling him closer. His hands were by my hips, slowly moving down to hoist me up onto the counter.

                He groaned, hooking his fingers in my belt loops and pulling me closer. I obliged without a problem, moving my hands under his shirt and onto his hot chest.

                “Don’t be a plonker, cover up then bonk her!” Seb hollered from the doorway. I yanked myself away, shooting him an evil look. Hunter just sighed, resting his hands on either sides of my legs and giving him an exasperated look.

                “Seb, seriously?” Hunter asked, pushing himself away from me after kissing my forehead.

                “Stop stealing my lines!” I exclaimed, jumping down and stomping towards the bathroom.

                “Oi, twinkle toes, don’t wake the people downstairs,” Hunter hollered. I flipped him off without even looking at him, closing the bathroom door behind me. My boyfriend had a habit of messing up my makeup, clothes and hair during a make out session and without a trip to the bathroom, I’d be walking around Italy looking like I’d just done a bit of the dirty.

                “Andy!” I’d only been in there about five minutes before Hunter called me, sounding rather disturbed. I threw open the door, grunting.

                There stood Hunter, holding the little baby doll from hell. The night before, it wouldn’t shut up. Apparently, three in the morning the bloody thing started crying, but because I was in the bed and just about as far away from the sofa as you could get, I didn’t hear it. Hunter had been up half the night sorting it out.

                “Your turn,” he said, starting towards me, arms outstretched. I shook my head frantically, backing up and putting my arms out, preventing him from getting too close.

                “Ah, ah, ah! I don’t think so. I fed it this morning,” I defended. Dylan shot up from the sofa at that moment, staring at my boobs in disbelief. “With the keys on the back,” I added, narrowing my eyes in his direction. He grinned, nodding as he got to his feet.

                “I know, I can’t imagine that it knows how to… suckle,” he taunted. I picked up the nearest pillow and lobbed it at him. He ducked and it missed, leaving him smug as he retreated to the bathroom.

                Hunter took two strides forwards, trying to angle Bert into my arms. Kenzi had said the name was ‘Bertie’, but giving the stupid thing two syllables was proving too far out of my compliment zone, so it was stuck with Bert.