"I wasn’t a saint, Jos. I was kind of a dick. And I thought with my dick for a solid year after we split. Then I chilled out a little and tried to date like a normal person. That ended in disaster. After that, fuck, I basically became celibate. And you want to know why? You want me to tell you why no one has been in this bed with me for almost a year now?"
Her eyes are wide, her perfect pink lips parted, but I keep talking. "It’s because none of them were you. No one makes me laugh like you do. No one makes me think the way you do. No one makes me feel half as good as I feel when I’m in the same fucking room with you. And no one—fucking no one—has a body like you."
"Van, I’m?—"
"Perfect," I finish, reaching for her and pulling her so close she’s practically in my lap. "You’re perfect, Josie. You’re my every fantasy come to life. I could trace the outline of your body from my goddamn memory. You were wrong before, you know that? You said they’re just boobs. But they’re not, Jos.They’re yours. Perfect fucking mouthfuls. Like cupcakes with raspberries on top. Addictive as hell. Sweet. And so damn sensitive," I say, brushing my thumbs across each perfect nipple. They harden instantly, and she arches her back, hungry for more of my touch and I’m happy as hell to give it to her.
I hear footsteps on the stairs and we both freeze. When I hear the creak of Norris’s door, I let out the breath I’ve been holding. Josie’s eyes find mine, and she does the unthinkable. She kisses me.
The feel of Josie’s lips on mine is even better than I remember. She’s soft and pliant in my arms, leaning into every touch, every brush of my mouth on hers. We’re so lost in each other that when I hear talking next door, it doesn’t really register at first.
“No one knows you’re here, baby. I guarantee it. Ollie’s playing poker with the LAX guys. Mikalski’s the only one home and he had his headphones on. He didn’t see you when he came in because you hid behind the fucking door.”
“What about Van?” Norris’s girl asks.
“Van’s at the library for the next hour. He studies with his ex-girlfriend, then comes home and jacks off. So, the place is ours for about an hour and ten minutes. I have some really good ideas for how we can use that time. Or we can sit here while you panic that my roommates are going to discover us and then, when we finally get to the really good stuff, my teammate will get home and start moaning his ex’s name into his pillow. Up to you, babe.”
Josie goes still. Leaning back, she looks up at me, her mouth open as she whispers, “Is that…um, do you…”
There’s no point in hiding it now. I reach for her and she comes to me, straddling my lap and wrapping her legs around me. “What do you want to know?” I ask, my lips next to her ear. “Are you asking if I fuck myself and think about you? Yeah, Ido. Is this a recent thing? Hell no. Is it a fucking habit—no, agoddamn need—that I just can’t shake? Yeah, it is."
Before I can say any more, embarrass myself further, or bare any last remaining bits of my soul, Josie’s mouth covers mine. Her delicate hand grips the back of my neck, and her sweet center presses against my rock-hard dick. Our bodies are fused together. I never want this to end. I could do this every night of my fucking life.
Josie rubs her body against mine and I thrust up to meet her, grinding against her as my thumbs tease her perfect nipples. She lets out a moan and I feel a wave of satisfaction wash over me.
“J.T., what was that?” a voice asks and I’m tempted to pound on the wall and tell them Josie and I are here, and we’re busy.
“It was probably Mikalski’s damn cat. Now, get back up here, baby. I’m not done with you, yet.”
I shut Norris and his secret girlfriend out of my mind and give Josie every ounce of my focus. Her pleasure is my goal and I’m not stopping until I get it. Something in my brain tells me I should slow us down, and let Josie know that this is more than physical for me, but she has to know that already—how could she not? But she’s back in my arms after three long years and I’m addicted to the taste of her. We can talk later.
My lips find Josie’s again as my hands wander under her tank top. She arches her back and leans into my touch as I cup her breasts and squeeze gently. Her eyes close as she gasps and I can’t help but smile.
“Does this feel good, Jos?” I ask.
“So—”
Before she can finish her thought, a shrill beeping noise pierces the air. Instinctively, I pull back and blink. “What the?—”
“Is that a smoke detector?” Josie asks, crawling off my lap and walking toward the door. I’m right behind her and as I reach for the knob and turn it. I remember hearing that you shouldnever touch a doorknob if there’s a fire. But it’s cold to the touch, so I step into the hallway. I’m convinced that it’s just beeping because the batteries are dead, but then I smell smoke.
I’m about to call downstairs and ask what the hell is going on, but I don’t get the chance. One feature of this house that we haven’t managed to destroy is the sprinklers that dot the ceilings. They must have been installed twenty years ago, but they still work. And I know that because they’re spraying water everywhere.
“Fuck!Fuck!Norris, you up there? We gotta get out of here!” Mikalski’s panicked voice carries upstairs. “There’s um…a fire in the living room…so, we should get the hell out of here!”
Norris’s door swings open and since the hallway outside his door leads right to the steps, I watch as he takes his girl’s hand and flies downstairs. He doesn’t even notice that Josie and I are right behind them.
Sirens wail in the distance. Mikalski left the front door wide open, so we book it out onto the front lawn. I’m breathing hard and my heart is pounding in my chest. What the hell just happened?
“Are you okay?” I ask Josie as I scan the area for my teammates.
“Yeah,” she says, breathless. “You?”
I nod as I spot Mikalski on the sidewalk and make my way over there with Josie by my side. Norris shows up a few seconds later, but he’s alone.
“Fuck,” Mikalski says, sinking to the ground with his head in his hands. “Were you guys the only ones inside?”
I look right at J.T., but he just nods. “Yep. Everybody made it out, man. What the hell happened?”
