Page 38 of Revelation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #2)

Boom . She comes like I flipped on a flashlight, screaming my name as she does. Ah, my little terrorist and her imaginary pornos. They’re the key to her soul. Her entire body is clenching and rippling violently around my cock. Holy fuck, I love getting this woman off. It’s my new favorite game.

I grab her hips and ram myself into her as far as my cock can go, making her scream with agony or pleasure—I don’t really know which (or care)—and blow my load into her like a fucking fire hose blasting a burning building.

When I finish, she collapses onto the bed in a sweaty heap, gasping, and I lie on top of her, my body covering hers, my chest heaving, sweat pouring out of me.

“Holy shitballs,” she chokes out.

“Damn.”

Once I’ve caught my breath, I sweep her hair away from the back of her sweaty neck and kiss her hidden Scorpio tattoo. “You’re my new favorite hobby, babe,” I say.

She giggles. “I like being your hobby.”

“You’re a beast.” I lick the back of her neck.

And then bite it. And then I run my hands all over her sweaty body, making her moan with pleasure.

Jesus Christ Almighty, I just fucked the living hell out of this woman not two minutes ago and I’m already electrified at the thought of doing it again.

I can’t get enough of her. I’ve never felt addicted like this before. I bite her shoulder and she squeals.

I crawl off Kat’s back and lie alongside her, pulling her close to me on the bed.

“You’re a beast,” I say softly, hugging her to me. “So amazing.”

“So are you,” she replies softly into my chest, her voice quavering .

I tip her chin up and kiss her gently. “You’re the most fun I’ve ever had in bed, Katherine Ulla Morgan.”

Her face bursts with pleasure. “Really?”

“Not even a contest. You’re in a league all by yourself. The tippy-top.”

She grins.

“Worth every fucking penny,” I say softly.

“But you didn’t get your fantasy. We were supposed to be doing your fantasies first.” She runs her hand over my chest, right over my “Grace” tattoo. “You wanna regroup and do the thing with Bridgette? I’m totally willing... now.” Her eyes glint with something wicked.

“Fuck Bridgette,” I say. “I’m sure she already left, anyway.”

“You think?”

“If not, I’ll tell her to go.”

She smiles broadly. “But you seemed so turned on by the idea in Vegas.”

“Eh, things change. Life is fluid. You gotta roll with it. I guess it’s time to scratch that motherfucker off my bucket list—at least when it comes to you.”

Her blue eyes narrow sharply.

Clearly, I’ve said something wrong. “What are you thinking?” I ask. “You suddenly look like a chick.”

She assesses me with two chickified chips of blue granite for a moment. “I’m just trying to figure out why the change of heart— at least when it comes to me. ”

I pause. She said that last part like she was gonna bomb my embassy—but I’d said those words to her as a compliment. What the fuck am I missing?

“Just what I said,” I say slowly. “When it comes to you, all bets are off. You’re a game-changer.”

“Oh,” she says. Apparently, she likes that answer. “After what you wrote about in your application—and how turned-on you were in Vegas when we talked about you watching me—I’m surprised. What’s changed?”

Kat’s right. I’ve done a one-eighty on the subject, at least when it comes to her.

I can’t honestly say I’d never wanna watch two women again—but not if one of them is Kat.

At least not now. But the truth is I felt literally sick about the whole arrangement the minute I walked into the hotel room tonight and saw Kat and Bridgette sitting together.

I felt like I was taking a shit right where I eat. No bueno.

“Yeah, I was crazy-turned-on when we talked about it in Las Vegas,” I admit. “But that was before .” I trace her lips with my fingertip.

“Before what ?”

Damn, she’s persistent. “You know,” I say.

“I actually don’t.”

“Before this past week.”

She grins from ear to ear. “What happened this past week?”

“I thought about you nonstop.”

“Oh.” She grins. “Well, I thought about you, too.”

“And not once did I fantasize about you fucking around with another woman. The only thing I thought about on an endless loop was doing what I just did to you.”

She bites her lip, but she can’t hide her smile.

“The thought of sharing you with anyone makes me wanna punch a wall or break a face.”

Her face lights up. “Well, gosh, that’s an unexpected development. Who would have thought?”

I lean back, narrowing my eyes at her. “You really are evil.”

“What?”

I shake my head at her.

“What?”

“I thought I was coming here tonight to play out my fantasy, but we were doing yours all along, weren’t we? Right from the start.”

She doesn’t reply, but her slow blink tells me I’m right—and that I played my part perfectly.

“Evil genius,” I whisper.

She grins wickedly. “I was totally prepared to do it for you, I really was—and I still will, if that’s what you want. But, yeah, I do admit I like that you couldn’t stand watching me with someone else—that you wanted me all to yourself.”

There’s a very long beat. I don’t know what the fuck to say or do, so I kiss her. And then I kiss her again, my heart racing. When we part lips, I touch her face again. She’s so fucking beautiful. And so fucking evil. She’s perfect.

“So, hey,” I say, trying to sound casual.

“I think I’ve had enough of hotels for a while.

I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve slept in my own bed this past month.

If it’s cool with you, I’d prefer to ditch this ramshackle motel and take you to my house.

I wanna kiss every inch of the great Katherine Ulla Morgan in my own bed tonight. ”

She presses her body into mine. “Awesome. Yeah, I didn’t wanna say anything, but this place really is a dump.”

I laugh.

“You’re sure you don’t feel like you’re missing out if I don’t lesbo-out with Bridgette?” she asks. “Maybe we could do it on my next trip if you’re still—”

“ Babe .” I touch the cleft in her chin and she abruptly stops talking.

“ No .” I exhale a long, shaky breath. “The thought of seeing you with someone else makes me wanna break a face.” Her face lights up.

“And if I break a face, it’s quite possible I could get punched in return.

And if I get punched, I might get a mark on my pretty face.

” I shake my head, chastising her. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we? ”

She shakes her head in mimicry of my movement. “No way. Your face is much too pretty to get marked up.”

“Exactly. So that means from here on out, no one touches my Party Girl With a Hyphen but me .”