Page 6 of Justus
Acurtain of hail washes over us, making our decision. It’s just one night. Howbad can it be?
Bad.It can be bad. When we open the door to our room, the only room they hadavailable, I’m grateful we brought a few blankets and pillows with us. The kingsized bed has a heart shaped headboard and—I swear—a coin operated boxattached. I didn’t even know they still made vibrating beds. It looks like thebedspread has been here as long as the ancient bed. “There’s only one bed,” Igroan.
Justusflashes a smile that’s all teeth and dimples, and I shake my head, grumbling,“Dibs on the first shower.”
“Idoubt there’s much hot water. We should—.”
Ithrow a pillow at him before he can finish, grab my clothes, and dart into thebathroom.
You’vegot to be shitting me. The tub—it’s actually a small hot tub—is also heartshaped. It’s seen better days, the faded red porcelain is stained and the cupiddecals decorating the bottom are peeling and cracked. A small shower stall standsin one corner, and it at least looks usable.
Afterbeing soaked by the rain, I feel grimy, and the shower has good water pressure,even if I do have to be careful not to touch the slimy walls. This isn’t how Iexpected to spend the night, but it doesn’t matter. We’ll be up and back on theroad early. I take the fastest shower of my life and dress in sleeping shortsand an oversized t-shirt.
Justushas made the bed with our blankets and pillows, and is lounging on it when Iemerge from the bathroom. “That was fast. You didn’t want to try out the tub?”
“There’snot enough bleach in the world. Are you watching Antiques Roadshow?”
“No,”he scoffs. “I just left it on that channel.” He waves a flyer from a localpizza place. “What do you like on your pizza? I’ll eat anything.”
Whydoes that sound so dirty coming from his mouth?
“I’llorder it,” I volunteer, and he nods, heading into the bathroom. The sound ofrunning water makes me roll my eyes. He could’ve at least closed the door ifhe’s showering. I make the call to the pizza place, and change channels on theold TV, turning up the volume to drown out the sound of singing now emanatingfrom the bathroom.
Asnort of laughter escapes as I pull the bathroom door shut, closing off thesound of a horrible rendition of Lady Gaga’s Poker Face. It flies open again afew moments later and Justus emerges…completely naked.
Mymouth falls open as he walks across the room like it’s the most normal thing inthe world. My eyes are drawn to the considerable appendage bobbing between hislegs. Holy shit, no wonder he’s so cocky. Pun intended.
Hewalks to the vanity just outside the bathroom door and faces the mirror, givingme a view of his tight, toned ass. I want to squeeze the hell out of it. Imean, I want him to put some clothes on.
Hiseyes meet mine in the mirror and he smirks. “You can check out my ass. No needto hide it.”
There’sa knock on the door. Grinning, I quickly open it, giving the pizza deliverymana full on view of his ass. Too bad it turns out to be a young woman.
“Whatdo I owe you?” I ask, and she nods, not answering my question, her wide eyesglued to his ass.
Justusturns his head and flashes her a heart stopping smile. “Sorry, she insists Istay naked. Can’t blame her, really, I mean, when you’ve got all this, youdon’t cover it up.”
“Howmuch?” I ask again, and she jerks her gaze away. “Oh…um…twenty-three dollars.”
Shecontinues to stand there and gape after I pay her until I clear my throat.“Thank you.”
“Oh…yeah…sorry…”She stumbles back, and I shut the door.
“Putsome damn clothes on,” I tell him, annoyed I couldn’t embarrass him. I can’tblame the woman though, I can hardly keep my eyes off of him. He’s lean andtan, every muscle clearly outlined under his smooth tatted skin. Fuck, I’mstaring at him again.
Forcingmyself to turn away, I set the pizza box down and grab a slice. At least whenhe joins me at the small table, he’s pulled on a pair of sweat pants, but hisbare, chiseled chest is still on display.
Whatis wrong with me? I’ve seen him shirtless before. Hell, I’ve seen him stripdown to a thong, and it didn’t affect me like this. Is it just because we’re ina room together with a bed conveniently located a few feet away?
“Yourcheeks are red,” he points out, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“It’swarm in here.”
“Uh-huh.”He digs into the pizza, grinning at me. “You want me. It’s okay. Perfectlynatural.”
“Ido not want you!”
“Yourpointy nipples say different.”
