The Josh and Kat Trilogy: A Bundle of Books 1-3

by Lauren Rowe

  “Mmm hmm.”

  We’re a frantic tumble of lips and fingers and limbs, hurtling together voraciously toward Josh’s suite, until—boom!—our writhing bodies literally crash into a cart filled with towels and cleaning supplies right outside Josh’s room.

  “No,” Josh growls. “No, no, no.”

  He grabs my hand and yanks me into his suite, a low rumble simmering in his throat—and, yep, sure enough, a maid is in the bedroom across the large suite, tucking a sheet.

  “We don’t need cleaning service today,” Josh shouts at the poor woman across the large suite, making her freeze mid-tuck.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” she says. “I was just finishing up this—”

  “Thank you,” Josh says, his tone adamant. “You can go. Please.”

  The maid looks flustered. “Yes, sir.” She exits the bedroom and heads toward the front door.

  “Thank you so much,” Josh says, obviously trying to soften his tone.

  “Do you want clean towels before I—”

  “Nope. We’re good. Thank you so much.” He squeezes my hand.

  The woman presses her lips together and beelines out the front door as fast as her short legs will carry her, obviously surmising exactly what we’ve barreled into Josh’s hotel room to do.

  “Oh my fucking God,” Josh says the moment the door shuts behind the woman. He hastily reaches behind my back and unzips my dress. “I’ve waited my entire life to get inside you, Katherine Ulla Morgan.” He kisses my neck and peels my dress off my shoulders. “Nothing’s gonna stop me now—this hotel could crumble to the fucking ground and they’d find me under the rubble, my dick still hard and inside you.”

  I laugh.

  He pulls my unzipped dress down past my torso, over my hips, to the floor, sliding his palms along my bare skin as he goes, and before I even know what’s happening, my dress and bra are on the floor, his tongue is in my mouth, my nipples are rock hard, and he’s backing me against a nearby table, his hard-on behind his pants grinding into my crotch.

  His mouth leaves mine and devours my neck, collarbone, breasts, nipples. He bites my left nipple and sucks on it feverishly, and I throw my head back, my entire body convulsing and bursting into flames at his mouth’s voracious assault. Holy shit, this feels incredible. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a man this bad, if ever.

  He kisses my stomach, swirling his tongue around the piercing on my belly button, and then moves on to my hips and pelvis, his lips and tongue giving me goose bumps of pure pleasure. I grab and pull feverishly at the collar of his shirt, wordlessly begging him to take off his clothes so I can press my body against his nakedness, but he ignores my implicit request, abruptly kneeling down and leveling his mouth with my crotch. “I couldn’t hear you well enough when you came on the dance floor—the music was too loud. I wanna hear every little sound you make when you come.”

  Oh. I shudder with arousal.

  He slides my G-string off my hips, his fingertips caressing my hipbones, his warm lips laying soft kisses on the flesh just below my belly button. When he suddenly and fervently pulls my pelvis into his face, my entire lower abdomen tightens sharply and begins to burn.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his warm, wet tongue swirling around the perimeter of my crotch. I grip the table behind me, bracing myself for the delectable moment when his tongue is finally gonna land right where I want it most. Oh God, I’m desperate for him to take my throbbing clit into his mouth and suck on it like a lollipop.

  He’s getting closer and closer to ground zero, but he’s drawing it out, teasing me, sending me into a frenzy. I prop my left thigh onto his shoulder, straining my pelvis toward him, jerking like a dog in heat. I grab his head and yank his hair and he moans into my crotch, puffing warm air onto my sensitive flesh.

  Finally, after what seems like forever, his warm tongue flickers onto my clit and begins lapping at me voraciously, eliciting a sound from me like I’ve just placed my hand on a hot stove. I press myself into him violently, desperately, jolting, gripping the table behind me, my pelvis jerking rhythmically with the hungry movements of his lips and tongue.

  “Oh, hell yeah,” I breathe. “Fuck, that’s good.”

  Oh God, I’m beginning to clench forcefully from deep inside. This is incredible. This man right here gets the job done right.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he growls from between my legs. “So fucking good.”

  As his mouth continues working my tip, he slides his fingers deep inside me—and that’s all my body needs to release forcefully. In an instant, pleasure is slamming into me like a hurricane—I’m twisting, warping, shuddering around his fingers, all the while grasping urgently at his head between my legs. “Josh,” I sputter. “Oh my God, yes.” I claw at him, gasping, gripping the hair on the back of his head, his ears, cheeks, neck, yanking at the fabric of his shirt—doing whatever it takes to survive the brutality of the pleasure I’m experiencing.

  Josh abruptly takes my thigh off his shoulder and stands up to his full height, his eyes blazing like blue coals. He licks his glistening lips and begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m dripping down my thighs with my arousal, jerking my pelvis in anticipation of the delicious fucking I’m about to take. Oh my God. My clit is vibrating with a low, insistent hum, rippling with faint aftershocks from my orgasm.

  As Josh continues unbuttoning his shirt, I reach down and stroke the bulge in his pants, reveling in the delectable hardness of him against my fingertips. I can’t think straight. All I can do is want.

  He peels off his shirt and tosses it onto the floor and I’m treated to the same panty-soaking view of his muscled, tattooed torso I beheld in the hallway after Reed’s party. Only this time, he’s even sexier than he was to me then, if that’s possible.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper, ogling him. “Oh my God.”

  Josh flashes a cocky grin. “I know, but feel free to call me Josh.”

  Even through my intense arousal, I laugh.

  “Oh man, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Party Girl,” he growls. “I’m gonna fuck you and your fucking Hyphen, baby.”

  I semi-chuckle—my brain knows that was funny—but I’m too wound up to laugh. I can barely stand, I’m so frickin’ aroused.

  I run my hands over the “Grace” tattoo on his muscled chest, convulsing with excitement as I do, and then across his “OVERCOME” tattoo scrolling across his ripped lower abs. Oh God, I’m beginning to feel desperate for him.

  He leans forward and kisses me, caressing my breast as he does, and I reach down hungrily to unfasten his pants.

  I open his belt and zipper and quickly open the front of his pants.

  His humongous bulge is trapped inside simple white briefs. I yank feverishly on his underwear and he pulls them off.

  I look down at his naked body and convulse with pleasure at the sight of him. Holy fuckballs, he’s the sexiest man alive.

  Josh embraces me and I melt into his arms, shaking with excitement.

  His lips are on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my back. He gropes my ass and skims his fingers inside my ass crack and I moan involuntarily. Oh God, I’m losing my fucking mind with anticipation.

  “Fuck me already,” I say. “Please.”

  I pull back from him and grasp his shaft, twitching with arousal as I do—and at my eager touch, Josh grips the back of my hair, pulls my head back and leans right into my face.

  “You’ve been torturing me—so now I’m torturing you.”

  He kisses me deeply, still gripping my hair, making my knees buckle.

  “I like hearing you beg,” he breathes. “As you should.”

  I’m reeling. I can’t think straight. I feel like I’m losing hold of my sanity. Why won’t he do it already? I’ve already waited far too long.

  “Please,” I beg.

  He smiles wickedly. “Oh my God, the things I’m gonna do to you,” he whispers, almost to himself. He grabs h
is pants off the floor, fishes into his pocket, and pulls out a foil packet. Ten seconds later, he looks up from rolling the condom onto his erection, growls, turns me around abruptly and guides my shuddering body to the nearby table.

  Good lord, I can’t remember the last time a man turned me on this much. I’m non-functional—his for the taking, any which way he pleases. I’ve quite literally never been this turned-on before.

  “You want me, Kat?” he whispers into my ear, pulling my backside into him and reaching around to grope my breasts. “Because I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about that fucking application.”

  “Please,” I gasp.

  Without warning, he slaps my ass and I yelp with surprise. “You know why I just did that?”

  “Because I’m a fucking terrorist.”

  “That’s right, baby.” He growls with pleasure.

  His fingers move to my crotch and massage my clit rhythmically as he glowers over me from behind.

  I moan loudly. “Fuck me.”

  “Oh, say it again.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Beg me for it,” he growls, grinding his dick into my back and working my clit with fervor.

  Oh, yeah, I’m liking this. He’s good at this. “Please,” I breathe.

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me.” Oh my God, he’s working my clit better than any battery-operated-boyfriend ever could.

  “Admit you’ve touched yourself just like this, dreaming about sucking my hard cock.”

  How’d he know that? “Yes,” I breathe. “Every fucking day.”

  “Now beg me to fuck you one more time. And maybe I will.”

  Oh good lord. I’m so turned on, I’m gonna come before he’s even entered me.

  “Fuck me,” I say between teeth gritted. This is too much. I’m going fucking insane with anticipation. “Please fuck me, Josh. Please.” I’m shuddering, trembling, dripping with arousal. My head is spinning. My clit’s on fire. I can’t wait another minute.

  “You’re gonna come for me first,” he growls, his fingers working me into a frenzy.

  At his words, my skin begins prickling like I’ve got a sudden chill. “Oh, shit,” I say. “Yes. I’m about to come. Oh fuck. It’s gonna be a big one.” I grip the table. “Oh, Jesus.”

  He puts his lips right against my ear, his fingers still working me. “That’s right,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. “Beg me.”

  “Fuck me now,” I gasp. “Please.”

  He slaps my ass again and I yelp with excitement.

  “My little terrorist,” he says, his voice low and taut. “I’m torturing you because you’ve been so, so bad.”

  I’ve never been treated this way. Men usually act like I’m their pretty, precious trophy—a prize to be won and worshipped. Nate certainly never spoke to me this way, not even once, and Garrett never said a frickin’ word during sex beyond growling like a bear. Sure, occasional guys have talked dirty to me during sex, but this... this thing Josh is doing to me... this is a whole new level—and it’s turning me on like crazy.

  “Please,” I whimper, sweat beading on my brow.

  “Bad girl.” He slaps my ass again and, immediately, a massive orgasm slams into me, wrenching my insides like a towel being wrung out to dry.

  He growls with pleasure. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking hot, baby.”

  He sticks his fingers deep inside me again, making me cry out at the sensation, and the next thing I know, his hard cock is finally, mercifully sliding deep inside me, deep, deep, deep inside me, filling me to the brim and then some.

  Josh makes a sound of pure pleasure and that’s enough to push me over the edge.

  “Oh, fuck,” I say, my body clenching forcefully around his hardness.

  I’m absolutely shocked—I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms like this, and I’ve certainly never had an orgasm triggered solely by the sensation of a man entering me, either. Holy shitballs, I’m being turned inside out.

  “Fuck, oh my God. Fuck,” I say as warm waves of pleasure grip me.

  I lay my palms on the table in front of me, steadying myself as my body tightens and ripples and warps around Josh, this time even harder than the last time. “Oh, Jesus,” I choke out. Oh my God, his cock is absolutely enormous inside me—if he misused that thing, he’d surely rip me in two. But, oh my God, no, he’s not misusing it—he’s using it exceptionally well. I’m clenching so furiously around his cock, I can’t breathe.

  Josh lets out a low moan as his dick burrows into me all the freaking way—balls deep, baby—and then he grips my hips from behind and leads my body into rhythmic movement with his.

  “You’re perfect,” he whispers into my ear, his hands groping every inch of my body voraciously. “Jesus Fucking Christ, you’re fucking incredible.”

  His thrusts are becoming more and more intense. I gasp with excitement and reach up over my shoulder to grab his cheek and pull him into me.

  “You feel so good,” he murmurs into my ear, cupping my breasts in his large hands. He kisses my neck, pinches my nipples, fucking me all the while in rhythmic thrusts. “You’re so fucking wet and tight,” he growls. “You feel so good.”

  Good God, I can’t think. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he whispers into my ear again, pumping rhythmically inside me. “You’ve got a magic pussy, baby.”

  Oh Jesus. I’ve never been treated like this before—never been fucked so well and with such glorious dirty-talk, too. Oh my God, I’m losing my freaking mind.

  I slam myself into him as best I can on wobbly legs, moaning and grunting as I do. I’m riding his cock as hard as I can, losing complete control. I’m a rubber band about to snap. I reach down and touch the spot where his cock is sliding in and out of me, then let my fingers wander to his balls and feel them swinging and slamming to and fro against me as he thrusts. The sensation makes me shudder with pleasure.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he whispers into my ear, his fingers working my clit as he thrusts. His free hand finds its way to my mouth and I suck voraciously on his fingers.

  He makes a strangled sound. Oh, he’s ramping up hard. I can feel it.

  He pulls his finger out of my mouth and abruptly bends me over the table, pushing on my back and forcing my sweaty chest into the glass.

  “You liked torturing me, didn’t you?” he growls.

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  He slaps my ass harder than ever and my body jerks with pleasure.

  “Tell me you’re sorry for what you did.”

  “I’m not sorry,” I say.

  He spanks me again.

  I inhale sharply, and that hand-on-a-hot-stove sound escapes my lips again.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” Josh says, apparently already keyed into my body’s cues. “Here it comes, baby. Come for me.”

  A couple more spanks and deep thrusts and I climax again, gasping as I do—and a moment later, Josh jerks with what seems like a massive orgasm, too.

  When my body stops warping and clenching, and Josh seems to have finished coming behind me, I sprawl myself onto the table, completely spent, soaking in sweat and shaking with my exertion.

  Oh my God. That was the best sex of my entire life. I never wanted it to end. And, holy shitballs, I wanna do it again as soon as humanly possible.

  “Holy That Was Even Better Than I Expected, Batman,” I finally say, my sweaty cheek resting against the glass table. “Daaaaaay-am.”

  Josh laughs and slaps my ass, hard, but I barely flinch.

  “Hell yeah, it was, Batman—or, shit, wait, are you Robin?” He chuckles. “Dude, I just realized—were Batman and Robin gay?”

  “I think they were just really, really, really close friends.”

  Josh pulls out of me and turns my limp body around to face him. “You’re amazing,” he says simply, looking into my eyes with surprising tenderness. “I had pretty high expectations for fucking the Party Girl with a
Hyphen, I gotta admit, and it was even better than I’d fantasized.”

  He cups my face in his palms and kisses me—and I melt into him, returning his kiss passionately, my heart racing. For several minutes, we kiss and kiss and kiss, making up for lost time, I suppose, our mouths consuming each other voraciously, my sweaty breasts smashed into his muscled chest, my arms wrapped firmly around his neck.

  “Best ever,” he whispers.

  “Ditto,” I whisper. I don’t know if he’s saying this to me as a figure of speech, but I’m being literal. That was quite literally the best sex of my life. “I feel high right now,” I say. “Like I could jump out a five-story building and fly.”

  Josh laughs. “‘I am a golden god.’”

  “Almost Famous,” I quip, easily identifying the source of his quote.

  Josh beams a smile at me. “We can add that to your list of dude-like qualities: ‘can identify movie quotes.’”

  I laugh. “Yeah, I’m pretty damned good at it, actually.”

  “You’re good at everything,” he says tenderly. He sighs and strokes my hair. “You’re amazing—like a drug. I feel totally buzzed right now. Jesus.”

  I blush.

  “I loved your application, by the way. Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He smirks. “And utterly diabolical of you, I must say—brilliant strategic maneuver. I couldn’t resist you after that.”

  “So does that mean I’m a shoe-in to get approved for the Josh Faraday Club?”

  “Oh, you’re a shoe-in, for sure, baby. Fuck yes. But the approval process takes a bit of time, you should know, so you gotta be patient. I suggest we order some room service while we wait for round two of the review process—that motherfucker Max interrupted my burger and fries and I’m hangry as hell about it.”

  I laugh. “Oh, really? Is that how this is gonna go down? You’re just gonna keep fucking me ’til I forget all about your application?”

  “Yeah, that’s pretty much the plan.”

  “That wasn’t the deal,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “The deal was you kiss me, you give me the application.”

  “No, the deal was I kiss you; I fuck you; I give you the application. I’ve kissed you. I’ve fucked you—and now I’m gonna fuck you again and again (all part of the approval process, baby)—and then I’m gonna give you my application.”