Page 60 of Revelation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #2)

JOSH

I have 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.”

My fingers find Kat’s wetness. She moans and so do I.

“You sure didn’t discourage her,” Kat says.

“All part of the role-play, baby—I’m the hot bartender all the women wanna fuck, right?” I unbutton my jeans and pull down my briefs, freeing my cock.

“You like making me jealous,” Kat says, gripping my shaft.

I exhale sharply at her touch. “You know I do. So hot.” I maneuver her to the sink, push her belly up against it, and press myself into her back, staring over her shoulder at us in the mirror. “Making you jealous turns me on,” I say. I move her hair off her neck and kiss her hidden Scorpio tattoo.

She shudders.

“I like it when you’re a terrorist.” I yank her jeans down farther and slide my fingers into her wetness from behind.

Oh yeah, she’s dripping wet. I slide my fingers up to her clit and shudder at the texture of it.

It’s swollen and hard, slick against my fingertip.

I swirl it around and around and she groans with excitement.

I lean into her ear. “I like knowing you want me all to yourself.”

I bend my knees and slide my cock inside her slowly, ever so slowly, my gaze fixed on hers in the mirror as I enter her, and we both exhale audibly with relief and pleasure at the fucking awesome sensation.

She grips the sink with white knuckles as I begin thrusting in and out of her, my eyes locked onto hers as I do.

“You feel so good,” I whisper, fondling her breast under her blouse. “You’ve got a magic pussy, baby.”

Her nipples are rock hard. I pinch them greedily and she yelps.

“Say you want me all to yourself,” I command. I trail my hand down from her breast to her clit and she presses herself into my hand. “Tell me you were so fucking jealous you couldn’t stand it.”

She’s staring at me in the mirror with ice-blue eyes.

My hips are rocking with hers. We’ve found the perfect rhythm. It’s slow and sensual .

“I was so fucking jealous I couldn’t stand it,” she breathes, moving her hips with mine. “You’re mine .”

“Oh, I like that,” I whisper in her ear, my eyes still locked on hers in the mirror. “Say it again.” I bite her earlobe.

“ Mine, ” she says, gritting her teeth. She reaches her arm up and around my neck.

I suck her earlobe like it’s her clit. “You feel so good,” I say. “You always feel so fucking good.”

“You make me so wet,” she whispers. “No one’s ever made me wet like this.”

“You like the way I fuck you, babe?”

She makes a sound like she just got burned with hot coffee.

“Yeah, baby. Here we go. Give it to me. This is the money right here—what I’ve been craving all fucking week.”

She whimpers. “ Fuck .”

“Yeah, baby. Come on.”

“It’s a big one.” Her eyes darken.

“Yeah, baby. Let it go.” Our bodies have picked up speed. Sweat is beading on her face. Her cheeks are flushed. My fingers are working her hard clit furiously. This is so fucking good, I’m about to blow.

“I missed you so much, babe,” I whisper in her ear, my gaze never leaving hers in the mirror. “Had to come see you early, I missed you so fucking bad.”

Her eyes flutter and roll back into her head briefly. She lets out a loud groan and I clamp my free hand over her mouth.

“Let it go, baby,” I purr into her ear, gyrating into her, fingering her like I own her. I lick her neck, nibble her ear. “Let it go for me.”

Her entire body heaves and jolts and spasms. She arches her back, a pained sound pooling in her throat. I clamp my hand over her mouth again, trying to muffle the sounds coming out of her.

“Yeah, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “Here we go.”

She bites my finger. “ Fuck . Oh, Josh. Oh my God.”

She buckles, almost like she’s dry heaving, and then every bit of warm, wet flesh surrounding my cock suddenly squeezes and clenches around me, like a glorious dam breaking. It feels so good, I release into her like a tsunami, slamming myself into her as I do.

The minute I’ve got my equilibrium back, I turn her around, grab her face and kiss her deeply. “I missed you, baby,” I say. “I couldn’t wait ’til Saturday to see you.”

She kisses my lips, cheeks, neck. “I’ve been going crazy all week. It’s been torture.”

I wrap my arms around her, bury my nose in her hair, and inhale. “I wish I could bottle this smell so I could sniff it whenever I’m lonely in L.A.”

“Bumble and Bumble Crème de Coco Shampoo and Conditioner,” she says. “Seventeen ninety-nine per bottle.”

I laugh.

I pull back from our embrace and zip up. “Okay ‘slut who ditches her boring date at a bar to fuck the hot bartender in the bathroom.’ What happens next? I do believe you’re supposed to slip out of the bathroom, rejoin your boring date, and never look back, right?”

Kat shrugs. “Yeah, that’s what the script says.” She tilts her head. “But there’s no fucking way I’m letting you go back in there and serve that bitch another drink.”

I laugh. “So I take it we’re changing the script?” I say.

“Damn straight we are,” she says.

I smirk. “How ’bout this? What if the bartender goes out there and quits his job because he can’t stand the thought of you leaving here to fuck that other guy? And what if he does it right in front of the woman who was hitting on him all night?”

Her face lights up. “Oh, I like that ending to the porno a whole lot better.”

“Yeah, except now it’s not a porno—it’s a fucking rom-com.”

She smiles. “ When Josh Met Kat .”

I return her smile. “So, hey, I should tell you. Jonas and I are waking up at chicken-thirty tomorrow morning to go climbing for the day. I’ll take you home, see your place—but then I’m gonna stay at Jonas’ tonight since we’re heading out before sunrise, okay?”

“That’s cool with me. I’ve got to work tomorrow, anyway.”

“When are you gonna quit your job already, you puss? I told you I’ll help you.”

She makes a face.

“What are you waiting for, PG?”

She considers for a beat and then nods decisively. “You know what? You’re right. Fuck it. I’ll quit tomorrow. ”

“Really?”

“Yeah. YOLO, right?”

“Damn straight.”

“Starting my own business can’t be that hard, right? I’m smart. I can do it. If I fail, I’ll just pick myself back up.”

“Atta girl.”

There’s a beat.

Damn, she’s gorgeous.

“Hey, Jonas’ house is really close, right?” she asks.

“Just a few blocks.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. In that case, it doesn’t make sense for you to take me all the way to my apartment when you’re staying at Jonas’ tonight.

I’m sure Sarah will give me a ride home later.

Let’s walk to Jonas’ house from here and—” She gasps.

“Oh my God. I just had an idea. You, me, and Jonas should leave the bar together. That’d be so frickin’ funny. ”

I chuckle. “And just like that, our movie’s back to being a porno again.”

Kat laughs.

“Do you really gotta do that to the poor woman? She already hates you enough to hire a hit on you.”

“Hell yeah, I gotta. It’s just too freaking hilarious. How much you wanna bet that tiger-woman is out there hitting on Jonas right now?”

“I’m not stupid enough to take that bet. I’ve been in far too many bars with Jonas over the years.”

Kat laughs and throws her arms around my neck. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, babe.” I wrap my arms around her and kiss her.

“I’m so glad you came to Seattle early,” she says into my chest, squeezing me tight. “This long-distance thing is killing me, Josh. It’s brutal.”

My chest constricts. If ever there was a cue for me to tell Kat about my upcoming move to Seattle that was just it.

But I’m not ready to tell her. I can’t. It’s definitely happening—I’ve just made an offer on the perfect place a few miles from Jonas’.

But now’s not the time. We’re in a fucking bathroom, for Chrissakes, and there’s probably a line of people waiting outside the door.

And, anyway, my move is happening a whole two months from now, maybe even three.

I should probably wait another month or so before I tell her and we start making plans.

“Come on, PG,” I say. “Let’s go see if Lucy’s torn Jonas limb from limb yet, or if she’s at least left the poor guy with a stump to stand on.”

Kat pulls herself together and smooths down her blouse. “Oh my God, I can’t wait to see that woman’s face when I suggest we three leave together.” She does a little shimmy. “This is gonna be the best porno ever .”