The Revelation (41 page)

Lucy cranes her neck and catches sight of my brother
in all his magical glory—and, not unexpectedly, the woman’s eyes
pop out of her head. “Oh my God, honey. You’re on a
blind
date with
him
? Jackpot.”

“Yeah. His name is
Blane.
” Kat rolls her
eyes.

Lucy squints at Jonas and then looks at me. “He
looks a lot like you, actually. Are you two related?”

I crane my neck and look at Jonas. “Hey, yeah, he
does kinda look like me. Huh.” I shake my head. “Nope, never seen
that guy before in my life.”

“Wow. He’s your doppelgänger.”

“You think?”

Kat leans in and whispers. “He’s so boring I wanna
gouge my eyes out. He’s a professional baseball player and he keeps
talking about
Plato.
” Kat makes a sound like she’s
snoring.

I laugh.

“He’s a professional baseball player?” Lucy steals
another look. “Honey, if it were me, I’d let that man talk about
anything he wanted to, whether it’s Plato or Play-Doh. Good lord,
girl. You better get back over there. Don’t let some other woman
swoop in and make a move on him.” She cranes her neck to look at
Jonas again—a move I’ve seen women in bars perform more times than
I can count. “Holy hot damn.
Go
.”

Kat sniffs and trains her eyes on me. Oh man, she’s
absolutely on fire. “Eh. He’s okay, I guess. The problem is, while
I was sitting over there with
that
guy, I kept getting
distracted by
another
guy—a smoking hot bartender to be
exact.” Kat leans over the bar, notably edging Lucy out of the
pocket (and giving me a fabulous view of her pretty titties in her
low-cut blouse). She lowers her voice to barely above a whisper.
“This bartender I’ve been watching all night has so much swagger, I
figure it can only mean one thing.”

I lean forward, my pulse pounding in my ears. “And
what would that be?”

She licks her lips. “I figure it means he’s gotta
have a
really
big dick.”

Lucy’s face turns bright red.

Oh my God, she’s ruthless. “What’s your name,
sweetheart?” I ask, leaning into Kat even closer, my dick lurching
in my pants.

“Kat.”

“Nice to meet you, Kat,” I say, putting out my hand.
“I’m Josh.”

“
Josh
. Sexy name,
Josh
. That’s the
name of a guy with a really big dick if I’ve ever heard one.” She
wets her lower lip slowly like she’s licking barbeque sauce off a
rack of ribs. “Please believe me, I’ve never done this before, and
I know I’m on a date with
Blane
down there—and I know I’m
probably coming off like a world-class slut—but I don’t give a
crap. You’re so hot, I can’t stop myself.” She lowers her voice
again. “If I leave here tonight without knowing if I’m right about
what your
swagger
means, I’m gonna regret it for the rest of
my life.”

Lucy physically jolts on her barstool like she’s
been stuck with a cattle prod—and I’m right there with her, jerking
like Kat just gripped my dick.

I lean into Kat’s ear, right next to poor Lucy, like
we’re having a conversation about how Kat and I are gonna rob a
bank, right in front of Lucy the Bank Teller. I feel vaguely guilty
Lucy’s become an unwitting pawn in our little game, but it can’t be
helped—having another woman as part of this conversation is turning
me on too much to spare the odd-woman-out from discomfort. “Well,
gosh, Kat,” I say. “What do you propose to do about your date? He
seems like a nice enough guy—pretty damned good-looking, too. And a
professional baseball player to boot. Maybe you ought to give him a
chance.”

I crane my neck to look down the length of the bar
at Jonas. He flashes me a look that can only be described as utter
contempt for making him sit through this.

Kat glances down the bar at Jonas. “Oh, I’m not
gonna ditch him. I’m going home with him and I’m gonna make him
fall in love with me—he’s a professional ball player, after all.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna know if I’m right about your
swagger
—I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I don’t find
out.” She straightens up and winks. “Bathroom in five,
bartender.”

She leaves.

I look at Lucy. Her mouth is hanging open. Her eyes
are wide.

If I weren’t so fucking turned on right now, I’d
throw my head back and howl with laughter at the expression on
Lucy’s face. Damn, Kat’s the best. Never a dull moment with that
woman.

But I don’t laugh. No way. This porno is too fucking
hot.

I lean across the bar toward Lucy, my dick pulsing
in my pants. “Well, that was unexpected, to say the least,” I say,
smirking. I reach down and shift my hard-on to the side, trying to
get relief from the persistent throbbing.

“Wow,” Lucy says, obviously at a loss for words.

“Hey, hon!” a female voice calls from behind Lucy’s
back.

Lucy turns her head—and as she does, I steal a quick
look at Kat. She’s sitting with Jonas, chatting, flipping her hair
as Tim serves them a second round of drinks. Oh my God, she’s a
fucking sociopath. She really is. How is she looking so
light-hearted and happy right now when I’m about ready to blow a
fucking gasket, I’m so turned on?

“Josh?” Lucy says.

I hear my name, but I can’t peel my eyes off Kat.
She’s a fucking force of nature, that woman. A tsunami. God help
anyone who stands in the way of something she wants. She’s a
fucking beast.

“Josh?” Lucy says again.

I force my eyes to look at Lucy, though it pains me
to do it.

“This is my friend Christine.”

“Hi, Christine,” I say, my voice lacking its usual
charm. I glance down the bar at Kat again. She’s throwing her head
back, laughing. Diabolical.

“Hi,” Lucy’s friend says.

I peel my eyes off Kat and look at the new woman.
She’s a short redhead with freckles and an adorable smile.

“Hi,” I say. “What can I get you? It’s on me.
Whatever you want.”

Christine’s about to reply, but Lucy hijacks the
conversation.

“Hang on, honey. Josh, what the
fuck
are you
gonna... do... about her?” She crinkles her nose and tilts her head
toward Kat’s end of the bar. “Are you actually gonna... meet her?”
She makes a face like that’s a patently ridiculous notion. “She
just said she’s gonna do two guys in one night.” She grimaces.

I look stealthily to my right and then left, and
then I lean over the bar toward Lucy like I’m about to tell her a
scandalous secret.

Lucy leans in and licks her lips with
anticipation.

“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna meet her,” I whisper. “I’m not
proud of it, Lucy, I’m really not. But I’m only a man. And I can’t
resist showing that woman she’s
exactly
right about what my
swagger means.”

Lucy’s eyes pop out of her head and roll around on
the floor.

I glance down the bar at Kat again and this time,
her blue eyes are trained on mine, too. She smiles wickedly and I
shoot her a look of pure arousal. “I’m gonna meet that diabolical
woman in the bathroom and fuck the living shit out of her with my
huge dick and give her a screaming orgasm that has absolutely
nothing whatsoever to do with vodka.” My eyes shift to Lucy. “And
then, don’t you worry, beautiful, I’ll come right back out here and
make you whatever drink you desire.”

I’ve clearly rendered Lucy speechless.

“Hey, Tim,” I call to the real bartender,
straightening up. “Get these two spectacularly gorgeous women
whatever they want, on me. Food, drinks, whatever it may be—a
bottle of your finest champagne. They can name it. I’m gonna take a
short break.”

With that, I throw down the dishrag in my hand,
stride to the opposite end of the bar from where Jonas and Kat are
sitting, slip around the end, and waltz toward the bathroom, my
throbbing hard-on leading the mighty way.

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.”