The Consummation: Josh and Kat Part III (The Club Book 7)

by Lauren Rowe

  “Hang the fuck on,” Jonas says. He saunters up to me slowly, clearly enjoying torturing me, and when he finally reaches me, he opens my palm and lays the poker chip inside it. “You can’t meet Kat without your ticket to ride.”

  “Oh yeah. Thanks.” I turn on my heel.

  “Wait,” Jonas says.

  I exhale and turn around to face him again. “What?”

  Jonas leans in and lowers his voice. “I don’t know what this poker chip buys you this time, Josh, but, whatever it is, don’t even think about calling me and asking me to play Boring Blane ever again.”

  Chapter 18

  Kat

  Always the hooker, never the john? Is that how that old saying goes? Or maybe that’s bridesmaids? Well, whatever. Either way, I just paid a woman for sex—and when I did, my clit buzzed like a bumblebee trapped inside a windowsill.

  “Thank you,” Bridgette says, stuffing the wad of bills I just handed her into her Fendi bag. “I sure hope this means you’re gonna follow through this time.”

  “I already told you, Bridgette, last time Josh and I were just too early in our relationship—honestly, I was just too insecure. I gave Josh mixed signals and I think he felt the need to reassure me. But this time, I’m rarin’ to go. And if I’m rarin’ to go, Josh will be, too.”

  Bridgette sniffs, apparently not completely convinced.

  “I wouldn’t have flown you all the way up to Seattle and paid you a shitload of cash if we weren’t gonna do it this time.”

  Bridgette narrows her eyes. “My time is valuable, you know. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt only because you’re so damned fuckable.” She runs her fingertip up my arm. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

  “I give you my word. Now, stop stressing me out, Bridgette. I’ve never done this before and I need to relax. ”

  Bridgette’s eyes flicker. “I thought you said you’d done this once before in college?”

  “Well, yeah, sort of, but it was amateur-hour. Second base only and I didn’t even have an orgasm.”

  Bridgette’s aghast. “No orgasm? Aw, poor little pussycat. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to get you off this time.” She bites her lower lip. “How about a drink to calm your nerves?”

  I shake my head. “No, thanks. I’m good.” I look at my watch. “Will you do me a favor and take off your clothes? Josh will be here any minute and I want to give him an insta-boner when I open the door.”

  Apparently, I don’t have to ask Bridgette twice. I’ve barely gotten the words out and she’s already peeling off her clothes, revealing her world-famous body underneath. “You want my bra and panties off, too, häschen?”

  “Not yet. I’ll take them off you later. We’ll make a show of it.”

  “Ooh. Fun.” She tosses her clothes on a chair and stands before me, her hands on her hips. “How’s this?” She poses like the supermodel she is, jutting her hip and pushing out her breasts, and, instantly, every hair on my body stands on end.

  Holy crap, Bridgette’s incredible. I can’t imagine any human, man or woman, straight or gay or otherwise, who wouldn’t feel insanely turned-on by the sight of her almost-naked body, especially when she’s posing like the superstar she is.

  Bridgette tosses her blonde hair behind her shoulder. “And you?” she asks. “Let’s see what you’re hiding under that dress, shall we?”

  “Um.” I slide my hands down the front of my dress nervously. “I think I’ll wait until Josh gets here to—”

  There’s a loud knock at the door.

  “Eep!” I say, clamping my hand to my mouth.

  Bridgette chuckles.

  I sprint to the door and look through the peephole. “Holy shitballs, it’s Josh.”

  “Were you expecting someone else?”

  “Oh my God,” I say, nervously shaking out my hands.

  “What’s gotten into you? You had ice in your veins last time and now you’re acting like a mouse.”

  I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “Well, yeah. This time, I’m actually gonna do it. Plus, I haven’t seen Josh all week—it’s been a bit of a rough week. He’s somehow gotten hotter since I last saw him, if that’s possible.” I peep through the door again. “Oh my god, he looks amazing. He’s wearing this incredible blue suit that fits him perfectly. Really brings out his eyes. Gah.”

  Bridgette laughs. “Pull yourself together, Kat. I think I liked you better when you were Heidi Kumquat.”

  Josh bangs on the door. “Kat?”

  “Hang on!” I call through the door. “I’ll be right there!”

  “Take off your clothes,” Bridgette says. “We’re gonna give him a show, remember?”

  “Oh yeah. I almost forgot.” I peel off my clothes, revealing a hot pink lace bra and G-string underneath.

  “Very nice,” Bridgette says, blatantly ogling me.

  Josh knocks again.

  “Hang on!” I call through the door.

  Shit. I’m suddenly wracked with nerves. I’ve arranged this threesome to prove to Josh I’m the anti-Emma—that I truly love him—all of him—even the parts that make him a sick fuck. But what if he unexpectedly pulls some caveman shit on me and declares, “Nobody touches my Party Girl with a Hyphen but me!”? A counter-move like that would undeniably stroke my ego (just like it did last time), but it certainly wouldn’t get me any closer to my mission of owning Josh in a way no other woman ever has. By God, if it’s the last thing I do, I’m gonna worm my way into Josh’s damaged heart—even if I have to sneak in through a hidden trap door marked “Sick Fuck.”

  Josh knocks again. “Kat?” he yells through the door.

  “Hang on!” I yell. “Don’t forget,” I say to Bridgette. “You’re only allowed to touch yourself and me, but—”

  “Not Josh,” Bridgette interrupts. “Yes, yes, you’ve made that perfectly clear. I’m a hooker, you’re my client, and Josh is your client—you’ve already told me all that. Trust me, I have no desire to touch that asshole ever again. I’m here for no other reason than I want to fuck you, plain and simple—so let that kinky bastard in so I can finally get my hands on you.”

  “Before I let him in the room, I’m gonna talk to him at the door for a minute, just me and him.”

  Bridgette looks at me suspiciously.

  “We’re not gonna ditch you, I promise.”

  “I’ll give you five minutes, and if you don’t come back into the room by then, I’m outta here.”

  I open the door and quickly slip my body in front of it, keeping it open just a tad with my backside.

  Josh’s eyes instantly blaze at the sight of me. “Please answer the door dressed like this every fucking time.” He sweeps me into his arms and devours me with a passionate kiss. “Oh God, I’ve missed you. I was such a prick to you this week—forgive me.” He takes my face in his palms and kisses me again. “I felt like I was dying without you all week long.”

  Oh God, I wanna tell him I love him. I’m aching to say the words, physically aching. “I’ve been in pain without you,” I mumble into his lips, my heart racing.

  “I can’t live without you, baby,” he replies, kissing me furiously. “I...” He pauses and every hair on my body stands on end. “I...”

  I hold my breath. This is it. I can feel it.

  “I can’t live without you,” he finally says.

  Oh, well, not what I was hoping for, but I can’t complain. I run my hands through his hair and kiss him passionately, pushing my pelvis into his hard-on.

  Josh breaks away from kissing me and cranes his neck, obviously trying to look through the small gap in the door. “Why are we standing at the door?” he asks.

  Oh yeah. Bridgette. When all the blood in my brain whooshed into my crotch, I instantly forgot all about the supermodel on the other side of the door.

  “We’re standing at the door because I have a surprise for you,” I reply.

  Josh cranes his neck to look past me again, but the crack in the door is too narrow fo
r him to see inside. “I got your note,” he breathes, his voice brimming with excitement. “You said you’re gonna be my window tonight?” Josh looks like he’s literally holding his breath.

  “Yeah,” I say. “I’m your window—and I’ve invited someone quite lovely to be our window dressing.”

  Josh’s eyes blaze.

  Oh, wow. The look of arousal on his face is making my clit zing.

  “Tonight’s all about you, babe,” I purr, pulling away from him and stroking the hard bulge in his pants. “You’ve delivered all my fantasies to me, one after another on a silver platter, and now it’s time for me to return the favor.” Josh’s erection jolts under the fabric of his pants. “Tonight, I’m gonna give you what turns you on the most, baby—no holds barred.”

  “You’re what turns me on the most,” he says softly, kissing my neck.

  Damn, he’s good. “Well, then,” I say, “I’m gonna give you what turns you on the second most.” I press the entire length of my body against his. “I wanna do it this time, babe—I really do. This isn’t reverse psychology, I promise. All I wanna do is turn you on and let your sick fuck run amok.”

  Josh eyes me, obviously not completely convinced of my sincerity.

  “I’m serious, babe. I want you to enjoy this without reservation—and so will I. Whatever gets you off, whatever it is, you can always tell me and show me and do it to me or with me, and I promise I’ll never ride off on a polo pony with a guy wearing an ascot.”

  The look on Josh’s face is priceless. I can’t imagine he’d look any more touched if I’d just said, “I love you.”

  “As long as you don’t touch her—same as before,” I caution. “That’s the only rule.”

  Josh nods, his eyes smoldering.

  “So is that a yes? Are you in, my beautiful sick fuck?” I ask.

  Josh nods. “I’m in.”

  “Excellent.” I grab Josh’s hand and begin pulling him through the door.

  “Wait a sec,” he says, dropping my hand.

  I stop and stare at him, but he doesn’t speak further. “What?” I finally ask.

  “I... ” he begins.

  Oh my God, my Scooby Doo senses tell me he’s about to tell me he loves me. It’s on the tip of his luscious tongue—I know it. I can practically hear the words rattling around in his head like gumballs in a chute.

  “What?” I whisper fiercely. “Whatever it is, just say it.” I pinch the width of Josh’s face between my fingers and thumb and squeeze, making his lips pucker like he’s a blowfish. “Say it,” I say, squeezing Josh’s cheeks, trying to physically coax the words out of him.

  Josh bats my hand away, chuckling. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  But I’m not laughing. I feel like a woman possessed. “Say it,” I coax. “Please, Josh.”

  Josh’s eyes drift to the gap in the door. “Now’s not the time for chitchat.” He kisses me, pressing his hard bulge into me again. “I can’t think straight right now, babe—you’ve got me too wound up, talking about windows and shit.” He grins. “All I wanna do is fuck my beautiful window and make her come.”

  “Well, who doesn’t?” I say. “The line forms behind the hot blonde inside the suite.”

  Josh’s eyes flicker. “Is she a hooker?”

  I bite my lower lip. “It’s Bridgette again.”

  “What? Bridgette? Fuck, Kat. No.”

  “Yeah, she graciously flew up to Seattle to fuck me for your viewing pleasure.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Come on, Kat.”

  I shrug.

  “Kat, not Bridgette.” Josh takes a step back. “How the fuck did you even convince her to—”

  “I paid her.”

  “What?”

  “A shitload of money, too. But it’s okay because I’m a mill-i-on-aire, so I can afford it—money well spent.”

  “You’re joking, right?”

  “No.”

  “Bridgette?” He scowls. “Kat, she’s not human. She’s got no heart.”

  “Which makes her perfect for the job of being our window dressing. I’m not gonna bring some wonderful woman with a heart of gold into our bed who’s gonna make you fall head over heels in love with her.”

  Josh rolls his eyes in complete exasperation. “There’s no danger of me falling in love with anyone else, Kat.” He opens and closes his mouth in rapid succession, apparently contemplating saying more, but nothing comes out.

  Oh my effing God. Because I’m in love with you. That’s what Josh was about to say—there’s no doubt in my mind. Come on, Josh, I think. Just say it.

  But Josh remains mute.

  I exhale, resigned. I’m obviously gonna need a lot of lube to extract those damned words from Josh’s vocal cords—lube in the form of a certain lesbo-fantasy. “So you wanna watch me get it on with Bridgette or not?” I ask. “Should I ask the poor girl to leave?”

  “You sure about this?” Josh asks.

  “I’m positive. YOLO.” I wink.

  Josh grins. “You’re seriously the perfect woman.”

  “Yeah, I know.” I look at my watch. “Well, if we’re gonna do this, then we’d better get in there. Bridgette said if we don’t come back within five minutes, she’s leaving and it’s already been six minutes.”

  “You’re not actually trying to manipulate me into ‘absconding’ with you, are you?”

  “No, I told you—I’m being sincere. I want you to let your inner sick fuck out—no holds barred.”

  “And you’re feeling up to it?” He gently touches my stomach, making my entire body twitch with excitement.

  “Yeah. I’m feeling much better these days. Still sick now and again, but a lot better.”

  “And it’s safe?”

  I nod. “The doctor said sex is just fine.” I press myself into him. “So, it’s decision time. Are you in or out, Playboy?”

  Josh touches the indentation in my chin with his fingertip and then licks it with a sensuous flicker of his tongue. “I’m all-in, Party Girl. Let’s do it.”

  Chapter 19

  Josh

  “Here you go,” Bridgette says, handing me a glass filled with tequila and an opened bottle of Patron.

  “Thanks,” I say. I put the bottle on a little table next to me, lean back in my armchair, and shift my dick in my pants, my eyes fixed on Kat. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed in her bra and panties, her body visibly trembling, her skin covered in goose bumps.

  “Can I put some music on?” Bridgette asks.

  I nod and Bridgette leaves the room, striding away confidently on her impossibly long legs.

  Kat and I stare at each other, both our chests heaving.

  Have Kat’s tits always been this perfect? And that belly ring of hers—damn, it slays me. The way her blonde hair falls around her shoulders... I can’t get enough of her. I swig the tequila in my glass and shift my dick in my pants again.

  “Sugar” by Maroon Five begins blaring—not at all what I would have picked—this song’s the musical equivalent of a fucking chick flick. But Kat’s exuberant face makes it clear she’s thrilled with the song choice and that’s good enough for me.

  Bridgette re-enters the room, shaking her ass to the song.

  “I love this song,” Kat says.

  Bridgette joins Kat on the end of the bed. “Me, too, pussycat.” She places her hand on Kat’s knee and Kat jolts at Bridgette’s touch.

  My cock twitches at the sight of them sitting together, both of them barely clothed. Oh shit. This is really happening. I’ve done this multiple times, of course, but never like this. Never with a woman I love—wait, no—not a woman I love—the woman I love—the only one. Oh my God, it’s true. Kat’s the only woman I’ve ever truly loved, heart and soul—and, holy fuck, she’s really doing this for me. Or so she says. God help me, if this is a test—if Kat’s actually hoping I’ll stop everything, the same way she expected me to stop her from kissing Henn in Vegas, the same way she expected me to whisk her away from
Bridgette the last time. Because, if so, she’s gonna be sorely disappointed—I’m not stopping shit this time around.

  I take another swig of my drink.

  Bridgette runs her hand up and down Kat’s arm. “Relax,” she coos. “Ssh, pussycat—just relax.” She strokes the full length of Kat’s thigh. “Take a deep breath.”

  I smirk. This is so fucking awesome.

  Kat takes a deep breath and her breasts visibly strain in her pink pushup bra.

  Oh my God, I feel like my dick’s gonna explode, this is so fucking hot. Is this normal? Shouldn’t I be sweeping Kat into my arms and making love to her, showing her my new tattoo and saying the magic words? Because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do—I swear to God—right after this.

  Bridgette leans in and whispers something into Kat’s ear, and Kat nods and whispers something back.

  “Could you ladies speak up, please?” I say.

  Both women turn their heads and look at me.

  “I’d like to hear what you say to each other,” I say. “Please.”

  Kat’s blue eyes are trained on me like lasers. “Your wish is my command,” she says, one side of her mouth hitching up. “Bridgette said she had a sex dream about me the night we first met.”

  “I did,” Bridgette says. “It made me come in my sleep.”

  My cock jolts.

  “And what I said to Bridgette in reply was, ‘That makes me so wet, honey—my clit is throbbing.’”

  My chest constricts. Jesus Christ. I gulp down the rest of my tequila and put the glass down on the table.

  “Enough talking, pussycat,” Bridgette says. She leans in slowly and lays a soft, closed-mouth kiss on Kat’s lips.

  “Hang on,” Kat says softly. She turns her head and gazes at me, clearly asking for permission to continue.

  I nod. Fuck yeah, I do.

  Kat’s eyes darken and burn. She turns her face toward Bridgette again. “I’m ready, baby.”

  I can barely breathe.

  Bridgette cups Kat’s face in her hands, leans in, and kisses her lips gently, and, much to my shock, Kat leans into Bridgette, slides her palm onto Bridgette’s smooth cheek, cupping her jawline, and shoots her glistening tongue straight into Bridgette’s gorgeous mouth.