Free Yearning For Her Curves: (A BWWM Interracial Romance) by Nora Stone Page B

morning.
     
    The room that they pointed us to was amazing.  It was huge, with its own sitting area and a private bathroom with a large jetted and separate glassed-in shower.  The bed was a king sized four poster frame, and there was a small electric fireplace in the corner, complete with a thick blanket draped nearby for those who wanted to be in front of it.
     
    “Char did this room specifically for couples that stay, since this is the other one that has a private bathroom,” Joey said.  I looked around, almost awed.
     
    “She has always had good taste in furniture,” I said with a grin.  Joey laughed.
     
    “I know, that’s why I told her that she could take care of the rest of the house.  The only thing that I did was the man cave.”
     
    “Where did she go?”  Patrick asked.  I turned, noting that he was right, she’d been right behind us a second ago.
     
    “She ran to the bedroom to grab you guy’s clothes,” he said, just as her footfalls came down the hall and into the room.
     
    “I got you a night gown, Jacinta.  Patrick, I grabbed a pair of Joey’s basketball shorts and a tank top,” she said, handing each of us our piles.  I noted that the nightgown was silk, and rather short.  She’d given me something sexy, and when I glanced up at her, she winked.  I loved her so much.
     
    “Everything is pretty self explanatory.  Except, there’s a TV over the fireplace,” Joey said, picking up a remote and pushing a button to open a compartment in the wall to reveal a flat screen TV.
     
    “There are some fun movies above channel 300,” Char whispered to me.  I snorted a laugh as the two of us giggled.
     
    “You are horrible,” I said.  She scoffed.
     
    “I’m awesome and you love me for telling you that.”
     
    “Telling her what?”  Patrick asked.  Charlotte and I shared a look.
     
    “Nothing,” we said in unison.
     
    “And on that note, before my wife and you’re future wife can plot on you anymore, we are going to retire to our room,” Joey said, putting his arm around Char’s waist.
     
    “You’re free to eat anything in the fridge, or drink a bottle of wine from the wine fridge.  Jacinta knows where it is!”  Char squealed as Joey pulled her out of the room.
     
    “Night!  Love you!” I yelled after her.
     
    “Love you too!” she yelled back.  Patrick laughed and closed the door gently.
     
    “So.  Now what?” he asked.  I grinned.
     
    “Now, we take a nice hot bath,” I said.  Patrick smiled and turned, walking into the bathroom.  A few moments later, I heard the water running and Patrick came back out into the room, pulling off his shirt.
     
    “There’s rose scented bubble bath in there, so I put some in with a few drops of the oil beside it,” he said.  I stopped and looked at him.
     
    “You know about bath oils?”  I asked with a grin.
     
    “Joey told me how much to put in while you and Charlotte were over there plotting,” he said with a smirk.  I laughed.
     
    “He knew?”
     
    “Charlotte taught him how to pamper her,” he said, unbuttoning his pants.  Suddenly I was very distracted, and I had to work hard to keep my mind on undressing myself.  Once we stood there next to each other, naked and happy, we turned and walked into the bathroom together.
     
    The water was just the right amount of hot, and Patrick hadn’t put in too many bubbles.  The bathroom was warm and smelled of a gentle rose scent as we climbed in together.  Patrick sat behind me and pulled me back against him.  It was so warm, so wonderful and peaceful that neither of us said anything.  We simply sat there together and let the rose surround us for a while.
     
    “We should get one of these at the house,” Patrick said softly.
     
    “At your house?” 
     
    “Our house, unless you want to move into something new,” he said.  I shook my head gently.
     
    “I love your house… our house,” I said.  Patrick laughed softly behind