Josh shrugs. “So does that mean you accept my challenge?”
“Of course. And I assure you, I’m gonna win. I’m a sniper, baby—total control.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“What do I get when I win?”
“If you can squirt without waking half of Caracas, then I’ll be your sex slave for the rest of the night. Command me as you please, hot momma.” He begins stroking his erection, a pervy gleam in his eye. “But if I make you scream louder than Sarah just did, then you’re all mine, every fucking inch of you, for the rest of the trip.”
I giggle. “Sounds like I’m gonna come out a winner in this game either way.”
Josh adjusts the angle of the pillow under his head and makes a loud smacking sound like he’s calling a horse. “Come on, m’lady—hop aboard your valiant steed. I’m thirsty for some lemonade.”
“Oh my God, Josh. That’s disgusting.”
He laughs and continues stroking his hard-on.
“You really are a sick fuck, you know that?” I say, crawling over his face.
“Yes, I am.”
After positioning myself carefully over Josh’s beautiful mouth, I lower myself onto his lips and immediately sigh with pleasure at the sensation of his warm tongue penetrating me. “Oh, God,” I say. “That’s so good, babe.”
Josh growls underneath me and slides his finger into my ass and I jerk my pelvis against him like I’m slowly fucking his face. Within minutes, my skin pricks with goose bumps and my toes curl—and it’s quite clear to me I’m gonna lose this goddamned bet. Oh, God, yes, I’m gonna lose this motherfucking bet by a landslide—which means, of course, I’m gonna win.
“I love you,” I breathe, my pleasure ramping up. “Oh my God, yes, babe—oh, my fucking-motherfucker-fuck.Yes.” I bite the tip of my finger, trying to relieve the pressure rising inside me, but it’s no use. This is just too freaking good. Oh my God,yes.
Josh growls underneath me again and slips his finger right up my ass and the wall of my vagina contracts sharply. Josh’s lips andtongue continue voraciously eating me and my body tightens again, and then again, ratcheting itself up for what promises to be an outrageous release.
“I love you so much,” I choke out, fondling my breasts. “Oh, God, I love you.” But those are the last coherent words I utter before letting out a scream that’s not only sure to be heard by Jonas and Sarah in the next room, it’s no doubt going to awaken the entire continent of South America, too.
Thirty-One
Josh
I’ve been lying here in the dark, spooning Kat’s sleeping body, for over an hour—but sleep won’t come, no matter how many Venezuelan sheep I try to count.
Fuck.
I carefully extricate myself from Kat’s long limbs, slip quietly out of the bed, and pad into the moonlit suite. After grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, I head out to a large balcony overlooking pre-dawn Caracas, expecting to grab a few minutes of insomnia-laden solitude. But I’m surprised to find I’m not alone out on the balcony.
“Jonas?”
My brother turns around in his chair. “Hey,” he says softly.
“What are you doing out here, bro?”
“Same as you, I’m sure,” he says. “I can’t sleep.”
“You want something from the fridge?” I ask, holding up my water bottle.
Jonas holds up a glass in his hand.
I sit in a wicker chair next to my brother and look out at the skyline. “Why can’t you sleep?” I ask.
Jonas shrugs. “I’ve had chronic insomnia my whole life. This time, luckily, I’ve gothappyinsomnia—I can’t stop thinking about howhappyI am.” He smiles. “You?”
I run my hand through my hair and exhale. “I’ve been wanting to tell you about this, actually. I’ve decided to pop the question to Kat—and I can’t figure out how the fuck to do it.”
