His Girl

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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"Pack up, we're going to Italia" I said beaming as I walked through the front door

Dad had called this morning, asking me to come over, what I thought would be a work related meeting turned out him telling me that this years family reunion would be happening earlier than the others.

Seeing as how both my grandfathers are leaders of their own gangs, the family reunion is planned previously each year and depending on schedules the destination would be decided.

"What? Why?" Hunter asked, looking at me worriedly as he followed to our room.

'Our room' I still feel giddy even though it's been well over two weeks since i moved into the room.

"Family reunion" was my short explanation as I started going through clothes

"Okay.." he nodded in understanding as he moved to get out our suitcases

Three large suitcases and a duffel later we were all done.

"All packed." I said, straighten up and clapping my hands in excitement.

"All zipped up." Hunter said looking as me with a certain gleam in his eye before he took a step my way and connecting our lips.

Instinctively, my hands traced up his arms all the way up to his neck and hair, engaging further in the kiss as I took his lower lip between my teeth earning a deep groan from him.

After what felt like a few seconds but was at least five minutes, we pulled away breathing heavily, a new hickey forming on Hunters neck making me giggle before placing a feather like kiss over it.

"Come on, we still need to shower and get dressed, and your dad will have my head if he knows I was stalling you" he said lightly pushing me in the direction of the en-suite.

A wicked thought came to mind making a devilish smile stretching my lips, as I slowly started stripping while heading to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open in invitation, which he accepted promptly, following me into the walk in shower, which was already on.

After our steamy -quite literally- shower, Hunter carried my towel covered form into the bedroom, where we had already laid our traveling fits.

"You know I can walk, you don't have to carry me every time we have sex." I said chuckling as he hesitantly set me down on the bed above where the clothes laid.

"If I could carry you 24/7 I would, but unfortunately you wont let me, so at least let me carry you after tiring you." He said as he started passing a towel through his hair, drying it.

I chuckled at his logic, shaking my head, but saying nothing as I started lathering lotion onto my now dried skin.

I had gone for a simple and comfy fit consisting of high waisted black leggings, a matching black cropped tank top, and beige sneakers, finishing off the look by wrapping Hunter's beige sweater around my waist, which I would wear if I got cold.

"Is that my sweater?"

I looked up at Hunter, feeling as if it's the first time I see him as I scan over his outfit; black trousers, a grey sweater, and black shoes, extremely simple, but I swear the man could put some of the most known model's out of work.

"Dom?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it is, it's our sweater now." I said, my cheeks turning slightly red for being caught staring at him.

"Is that so?" Amusement shone through his eyes as he looked at me taking a couple steps my way, making me look at him defiantly, staying in my place.