Page 55 of Revelation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #2)

Without hesitation, I lean in and lick up every morsel of food off his pecs and abs and his “Overcome” tattoo and finally work my way downtown—and I’m not even the slightest bit grossed out as I do any of it.

In fact, I find the entire experience highly enjoyable.

When every crevice, ridge, crease, bulge, wrinkle, and fold of him is clean as a whistle, I continue licking and sucking on his hard-on for quite some time, doing my damnedest to give him the Katherine Morgan Ultimate Blowjob Experience, but although Josh seems to be enjoying himself tremendously, he doesn’t seem even close to climaxing.

“Dude. That is some serious stamina,” I finally say, sitting up and loosening my jaw. “Are you made of steel?”

“Sorry, babe. I’m too stoned to come. It feels amazing, though. But, yeah, you could stick a Dyson on there and I’m not gonna blow. Sorry.” He laughs and pulls me into him for a kiss. “Jesus, Kat. You’re so fucking beautiful, you make me wanna punch a professional athlete.”

I laugh. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you make me wanna roll you in Nutella and lick you from head to toe.”

“Will you please remind me to buy a huge jar of Nutella tomorrow?”

“Sure thing. As long as you remind me to remind you to buy a huge jar of Nutella tomorrow.”

We laugh hysterically.

“Shit,” Josh says. “I can barely remember my own name right now. I’m so fucking high.”

“Your name is Joshua William Faraday and you’re the sexiest man alive.”

“Thank you, Katherine Ulla Morgan. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And you’re smart and sweet and funny, too. Best girl ever, ever, ever. Florebblaaaaaaaaaaaah .”

“Wow. Can you write my eulogy, please?”

“No, because I don’t want you to die. People always seem to die around me and I hate it. ”

I make a sad face. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m over it. Just please don’t die, Kat.”

“I’m totally down for that plan—I promise to live florebblaaaaaaah.”

“Cool. Let’s live florebblaaaah, just you and me. We’ll eat healthy, gourmet food sent to us by my dear brother and we’ll fulfill each other’s sick-fuck-fantasies and we’ll be happy, happy, happy florebblaaaaaah.”

“Okay. Cool. Where will we live and be happy, happy, happy florebblaaaaaah?”

“Seattle, of course. Where else?”

I sigh wistfully. “That would be amazing. I wish we both lived in Seattle so bad.”

“‘Twould be amazing,” Josh says. “Hey, did I mention you’re sweet? Because you are.”

“Yep. That’s what you said.”

“And you’re smart, too.”

“Yep. That’s me. Sweet and smart.” I snort. “That’s what everyone always says about me.”

“You don’t think you’re sweet and smart?”

I pause. “I think I’m sweet with the people I care about, but you’re not gonna hear anyone say, ‘Oh, that Kat—she never says an unkind word about anyone.’”

We both laugh at the ridiculousness of anyone saying that about me.

“And I’d say I’m witty . Sometimes clever . Often diabolical . But, no, based on my college transcripts, not particularly smart .”

“Fuck that shit. You’re smart. Which is why your new company’s gonna kick ass. Speaking of which, when are you gonna quit your job and stop waffling?”

“I dunno. It’s one thing to have a faraway dream about something you might wanna do ‘one day’ and another to all of a sudden be expected to make it happen overnight.” I shrug. “Maybe I’m not as entrepreneurial as I thought. Damn, that’s a big word.”

“What are you afraid of?”

I make a “duh” face. “Failure.”

“Bah. Fuck failure. It’s what happens right before success.” He flexes and kisses his arm again. “I should know. I’ve failed a lot.”

I purse my lips, unconvinced .

“Don’t be scared. I’ll help you. You can’t fail with the muscle and charm of Joshua William Faraday behind you.” He flexes his other arm and kisses it.

“Yeah, as long as I don’t need help in, say, a month ?”

He makes a face of pure annoyance.

“Seriously, thanks for the offer,” I say.

“I appreciate it. It’s just a huge decision—definitely not one to make while high as a kite.

” I pause, not remembering what I was just about to say.

“This is only the fourth time I’ve smoked pot in my whole life.

Did I tell you that? Last time was in college.

I haven’t done this in florebblaaaaaaah . ”

“Really? A party girl like you? I’m shocked.”

“Well, Sarah’s the one who named me ‘Party Girl with the Heart of Gold,’ don’t forget. Everything’s relative, I guess—compared to Sarah, I’m Keith Richards.”

He laughs.

“So do you smoke a lot, Playboy? You seem much more composed than I am right now—your tolerance must be pretty high.”

“Nah, these days hardly ever. I’ve just got too much shit to do to put my brain on mental lockdown for hours on end.

Back in the day, though? Oh my God. I was baked my entire first year at UCLA.

I’m shocked I didn’t get kicked out of school, I was such a fucking screw-up.

I finally cleaned myself up that first summer, thank God—and then I had a bit of a wobble again right after graduation, before I’d figured out what the fuck to do with myself—but then I finally pulled myself together for good at twenty-four.

That’s when Jonas suggested I open an L.A.

office of Faraday I wanna party,’ so I flew Reed and some homeys into Bangkok while I left my dorky brother to climb more rocks on his own up north.

” Josh shakes his head. “I was such a little prick to leave Jonas like that—such a total fucking douchebag. Inexcusable.” He sighs.

“So, anyway, when Jonas and I met up again a few days later in Cambodia, I knew I’d fucked up, and I just was like, ‘Okay, Mr. Miyagi, I’m ready now. Teach me the art of karate. ’”

I laugh.

“Jonas had just come from climbing all alone for days and he was this savage beast —just, like, oh my God, this golden god—and I looked like something the cat barfed up. I took one look at Jonas, and one look at my pitiful self, and realized it was time for me to stop being a total asswipe-douchebag-waste-of-space. And that was that. Jonas and I became this unstoppable duo—two savage beasts crushing it across three continents. The Faraday Twins. The ladies never stood a chance.” He laughs.

I snicker. “Oh, I bet. I can only imagine how women across three continents soaked their panties over The Faraday Twins.”

“Oh, shit, it was like stealing candy from a baby. Well, actually, not at first because Jonas was the biggest dork in the entire fucking universe.” He rolls his eyes.

“But, oh my fuck, even when Jonas was a total train wreck, women still practically threw themselves at the guy everywhere we went. Once, this woman was sitting next to Jonas at this bar, and when she got up to leave, she left her room key in front of him. And Jonas stood up and held up the key and shouted to her across the bar, ‘Excuse me, ma’am! You forgot your room key!’” Josh buckles over laughing.

“Classic Jonas. But then I started coaching him and he got way better. The trick was not letting him talk—making him the ‘something shiny.’ That was always our best strategy.” He winks.

I laugh. “Josh, you’re not exactly the ‘something dull,’ you know. ”

“Meh, I’m a good-looking guy—I’m not gonna pretend I don’t know that.

But Jonas is, like, supernatural. People always fall all over themselves when he walks into a room.

He’s just got this weird magic about him no one can resist. I think it’s the fact that he’s obviously so fucked up. People love that shit.”

“Well, I think you’re every bit as magical and fucked-up as your brother and then some.”

He laughs.

“I’m serious. I swear to God, if I’d been one of the girls who encountered you and Jonas during your travels, I would have gone for you , hands down.”

“Really?”

“Heck yeah. You’ve got that mischief in your eyes I can’t resist. Jonas is sweet and crazy, but you’re the bad boy—and I can never resist a bad boy.”

“Oh yeah? I’m a bad boy, huh?” He runs his fingertips up my bare thigh.

“Oh, yeah,” I say.

“Well, guess what? This bad boy’s suddenly hungry again, baby. You got any sweet potatoes over there? I’m thinking about macking down on some sweet potatoes a la pussy .”

“Oooh, sounds delish.” I smear the requested food all over my pelvic bone and clit. “ Bon appetit, monsieur .”

Josh leans down and laps up the mashed potatoes off my pelvis, making me writhe, and then he devours my clit like a starving man on a Snickers bar. It feels insanely awesome, but there’s just no way I’m gonna reach orgasm.

After a while, Josh sits up from between my legs and stares at me. “Nothing?”

I shake my head. “Feels fantastic, but I can’t get there. Too stoned.”

He leans back. “Well, at least we look good, huh, PG?”

“Damn straight, we do, PB.” I flex my bicep and kiss it.

Josh laughs. “Okay, it’s official,” he says. “This sucks. No more weed for you. It’s been fun and all, super-duper fun, you’re hilarious—but it’s now abundantly clear I’m the idiot who turned a Ferrari into a fucking lawnmower. I should be taken into the woods and shot for doing that. ”

I shrug. “You didn’t do it. I’m the one who sucked on the joint.”

“No, I’m the one who pulled it out and said, ‘Hey, PG, ya wanna?’ But I’ve officially learned my lesson. From here on out, I’ll never do anything ever again to keep my beautiful Ferrari from hitting top racing speeds like she was built to do.”

I sigh. “Probably for the best. But we had fun, though, didn’t we?”

“Fuck yeah, we did. Good times were had by all.” He smirks.

“So, hey, PG, whaddaya say we take a shower and clean all the spinach and sweet potato out of your cooch and then roll around naked in my bed for a while? I wanna see if I can get my little Ferrari’s engine revving to full-throttle again, against all odds. ”

“Sounds fun.”

“Everything’s fun with you, babe.” He kisses the top of my hand, pulls me up, and leads me toward his bedroom like a rag doll. He lets out a long, happy sigh. “Another fantasy checked off the list,” he mutters softly, seemingly to himself. He makes a sloppy checkmark with his finger in the air.

“We just fulfilled a fantasy?”

“Fuck yeah, we did. The very best one.”

“What was it?”

Josh beams me a goofy smile. His eyes are droopy and glazed. “Hottest Girl Ever Turns Out To Be Coolest Girl Ever.” He makes another checkmark in the air with his finger. “And she says we’re gonna be happy, happy, happy florebblaaaaaaaaaaaaah .”