“This is my friend Christine.”
“Hi, Christine,” I say, my voice lacking its usual charm. I glance down the bar at Kat again. She’s throwing her head back, laughing. Diabolical.
“Hi,” Lucy’s friend says.
I peel my eyes off Kat and look at the new woman. She’s a short redhead with freckles and an adorable smile.
“Hi,” I say. “What can I get you? It’s on me. Whatever you want.”
Christine’s about to reply, but Lucy hijacks the conversation.
“Hang on, honey. Josh, what thefuckare you gonna... do... about her?” She crinkles her nose and tilts her head toward Kat’s end of the bar. “Are you actually gonna... meet her?” She makes a face like that’s a patently ridiculous notion. “She just said she’s gonna do two guys in one night.” She grimaces.
I look stealthily to my right and then left, and then I lean over the bar toward Lucy like I’m about to tell her a scandalous secret.
Lucy leans in and licks her lips with anticipation.
“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna meet her,” I whisper. “I’m not proud of it, Lucy, I’m really not. But I’m only a man. And I can’t resist showing that woman she’sexactlyright about what my swagger means.”
Lucy’s eyes pop out of her head and roll around on the floor.
I glance down the bar at Kat again and this time, her blue eyes are trained on mine, too. She smiles wickedly and I shoot her a look of pure arousal. “I’m gonna meet that diabolical woman in the bathroom and fuck the living shit out of her with my huge dick and give her a screaming orgasm that has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with vodka.” My eyes shift to Lucy. “And then, don’t you worry, beautiful, I’ll come right back out here and make you whatever drink you desire.”
I’ve clearly rendered Lucy speechless.
“Hey, Tim,” I call to the real bartender, straightening up. “Get these two spectacularly gorgeous women whatever they want, on me. Food, drinks, whatever it may be—a bottle of your finest champagne. They can name it. I’m gonna take a short break.”
With that, I throw down the dishrag in my hand, stride to the opposite end of the bar from where Jonas and Kat are sitting, slip around the end, and waltz toward the bathroom, my throbbing hard-on leading the mighty way.
34
JOSH
Ihave to wait a couple minutes outside the bathroom door for someone to come out, but once they do, I slip inside, my breathing ragged. Holy shit, I’m so turned on, I can barely breathe.
Kat was supposed to slip me a note on a napkin—that’s what she said when she described this particular mini-porno that night in Las Vegas—she wasn’t supposed to proposition me right in front of another woman. But my jealous little terrorist went for the fucking jugular, didn’t she? There’s no controlling that woman when her eyes turn a blazing shade of green.
Fuck, she turns me on.
Damn, that was hot.
Goddamn, I can’t wait to fuck her.
There’s a soft rap on the bathroom door. I open it slightly and Kat wordlessly slips inside, already breathless with obvious arousal. I’ve barely locked the door behind her when Kat’s mouth is on my lips, her tongue in my mouth, her body pressed into mine.
“Kat,” I say, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her deeply. “Oh my God, I’ve missed you.”
Our kiss is instantly blazing with passion. I feel like I’m drinking water after a long slog across Saudi Arabia wearing nothing but a Speedo. How is it possible I’d forgotten how good this woman tastes in one short week? I grind my hard-on into her. How have I lasted seven days without tasting these delicious lips? Touching this soft skin? Smelling this glorious mane of golden hair?
“Are you wet for me?” I ask, furiously unbuttoning her jeans.
“Dripping wet,” she breathes.
“That got you going, huh? Watching that brunette make the moves on me?”
“She would have left with you in a heartbeat if you’d asked her.”
I kiss Kat’s neck while sliding my fingers inside her jeans. “Yeah, she made that clear.”
