by Lauren Rowe
I come to a halt immediately across the bar from Jonas and Kat. My brother looks like he wants to throttle me and Kat looks like she wants to filet me and cut off my balls.
“Hey, guys,” I say. “Welcome to The Pine Box.” I push two napkins in front of them, my eyes fixed on Kat. “Hey, beautiful,” I whisper. “Man, are you a sight for lonely eyes. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week, babe.”
Kat bites her lip. Her chest is rising and falling visibly. (And, damn, what a fine looking chest it is, especially in the cleavage-baring blouse she’s got on.)
“Hey, bartender,” Kat says, her voice tight. She clenches her jaw. “I’ve been dying to see you, too.” Her cheeks flush. “Surprised to see you working the crowd so well.”
I shrug. “It’s what bartenders do, babe. Can’t keep a fish from swimming.”
She practically snarls.
“So, you two on a date tonight? Lemme guess. Did you two kids meet online?”
Jonas rolls his eyes, clearly not willing to play along.
I laugh. “What can I get you? Drinks are on me.”
“What are you having, Jonas?” Kat asks.
“I’d like the most complicated and annoying drink you can possibly imagine. Something that literally pains you to make because it’s so fucking involved. I don’t normally drink because I’m a professional baseball player and I’m highly disciplined during the season, mind you, but for some reason now that I’m seeing you here, acting like a total douchebag”—he motions to the other end of the bar—“all I wanna do is cause you maximum pain.”
I glance down the bar in the direction Jonas has indicated. Lucy is biting her fingertip, watching me, her eyes burning like hot coals.
I clear my throat. “Hey, bro. No problemo. I know exactly what to make you. I’ve got the perfect drink for you.” I look at Kat. “And you, miss? What can I do for you? My wish is your command.”
I can almost hear Kat’s heart beating from here.
She’s so fucking gorgeous, she’s causing me pain.
I shouldn’t do it—I know I shouldn’t—it’s obviously not part of the role-play—but I can’t resist. I’ve missed her too much not to feed my addiction right fucking now.
I reach across the bar and touch that hot little cleft in her chin.
At my touch, Kat parts her lips and exhales a shaky breath.
And just like that, I’m rock hard.
“What can I get you?” I breathe. “Name it. It’s yours. Anything at all, babe.”
She swallows hard. “I want a douchebag,” she says.
There’s a long beat. I can’t decide if that’s a drink order or if she’s referring to me.
“Crown Royal and a splash of Coke,” she clarifies, solving the mystery for me.
“Really? Is that really a thing?”
She nods. “Look it up. It’s a real thing. And I want one—I want one bad.”
I smirk. “Okay, then. A douchebag it is. With pleasure.” I look at Jonas. “And for you, sir, I’ll be making something called The Dork. White rum, Pisang Ambon, Licor 43, lemon juice and pineapple juice—served in a highball glass. Hope you enjoy it.”
Jonas makes a face of pure disgust.
I laugh and slide a Heineken across the bar.
He grins despite himself.
My eyes flicker back to Kat. “I’ll be right back to serve up your douchebag, gorgeous. I gotta go give that brunette down there a screaming orgasm first.” I motion to my admirer down at the other end of the bar. “While I’m gone, enjoy your date. This guy seems super interesting. Have fun, you two.”
Kat’s eyes flash wickedly at me, but I turn my back on her and traipse on down to the other end of the bar, my cock tingling.
“Sorry for the delay, Lucy. Got to chatting with a couple down there. They’re on a blind date. Cutest couple ever.”
“No problem. Tim came over and offered to give me a screaming orgasm, but I told him I only want one from you.”
“Aw, shucks, Lucy. That’s awfully sweet of you. That makes me feel so special.” I glance at Kat on the other end of the bar. Her eyes are trained on me like a sniper. She looks ready to jump on top of the bar and leap on this woman like a cheetah downing an impala. “Well, then, I guess I’d better get moving, huh? Don’t worry, it only takes me a couple minutes to give most women the best screaming orgasm of their life. You’re only minutes away from complete satisfaction, sweetheart.”
She shifts in her chair and makes a sexual sound.
I steal a quick look at Kat—and she’s about to lose her fucking mind.
I turn around and grab the ingredients I need for Lucy’s drink, laughing to myself about what a stroke of luck it was to unexpectedly have this hot little tamale on my tip right in front of Kat. I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d tried.
I serve up Lucy’s drink to her and she takes a greedy sip.
“Orgasmic. Thank you. And thank you for buying it for me.”
“My pleasure,” I say.
“Excuse me,” Kat’s voice says from behind Lucy’s shoulder. She’s standing literally right behind Lucy, her hands on her hips, her nostrils flaring. I straighten up to get an unimpeded view and I’m met with Kat’s blazing face in full Jealous Bitch mode.
“Oh, hey, miss,” I say, trying not to grin too broadly. “Your douchebag is coming right up. I’m sorry I’m kinda slow. I’m new. I was just giving Lucy here a screaming orgasm.”
“Forget about making me a drink,” she says. “I want a douchebag.” She elbows her way to the edge of the bar, right next to Lucy, completely invading the other woman’s personal space. Much to my surprise, she turns her head and smiles with full teeth at Lucy, the way a great white shark smiles at a sea lion. Oh shit. I’ve never seen her look more like a murderer than right now. “I’m on a blind date with that guy down there,” she says breezily. She points to Jonas.
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.
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bsp; “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.
Chapter 34
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 a
nd 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.”