The Infatuation (Josh and Kat #1 , The Club #5) (41 page)

I’m screwed. Doomed. I smile to myself again. But
what a way to go.

Kat shifts in my arms in her sleep and I freeze
again. Oh my God. I’m acting like a complete lunatic right now. A
total and complete lunatic. I’m acting like fucking Jonas is what
I’m doing, letting my mind run uncontrollably. I need to get a
fucking grip.

Kat shifts again and a lock of her blonde hair falls
into my face.

I breathe in her scent.

Damn, she smells good.

I lift the sheet up and stare at her sleeping body
for a moment. I take in the curve of her breasts as she breathes in
and out slowly. Her waxed pussy. Her flat belly with her sexy
little belly-ring. Her long, toned legs. Her bright blue toenails.
Oh my fuck, she’s a drug.

I put the sheet back down and gaze at her sleeping
face for the hundredth time.

She’s so fucking gorgeous, I could look at her all
day and never get tired of her face. Her nose. Her lips. Her
cheeks. All of it, gorgeous. I can’t find a single flaw with this
woman. Well, physically, anyway. She’s certainly flawed as hell
otherwise, that’s for fucking sure. First off, she’s jealous as
fucking hell—something I normally
hate
in a woman. But wait
a second. Is that really a flaw when it comes to Kat? Because, holy
shit, I kinda like that about her. It’s a nice change from how Emma
never gave a shit, no matter what I did or what woman practically
threw herself at me right in front of her. I thought it meant Emma
was somehow more evolved than the average woman, somehow
enlightened
—smarter than me. Of course, in retrospect, now I
know it just meant she didn’t give a shit.

But enough about Emma. I don’t give a shit about her
right now. I can’t believe I even let my mind wander to her when
I’ve got a woman like Kat in my bed. Speaking of which, I just
thought of another flaw. She’s stubborn. So fucking stubborn I want
to throttle her. But, wait. I like that about her, too. I want
things my way, of course—but I wanna
work
for it. Otherwise,
I get bored. And there’s no such thing as getting bored with Kat,
is there? Jesus God, no.

And, in Kat’s defense, she’s not just jealous and
stubborn. She’s also ridiculously funny. And smart. Not a brainiac
in the traditional sense, maybe, but who the fuck needs book
smarts? Bah. Overrated. Just look at Jonas. Smart as hell and the
biggest dumbshit I know. Kat’s the kind of smart I care about:
witty, clever, intuitive, and sassy. Oh God, is she ever sassy.
And, on top of all that, she’s got a heart of gold underneath all
that gorgeousness. It’s buried deep underneath a thick outer layer
of evil, maybe, but it’s there, for sure, buried nice and deep. The
way she loves Sarah—the way she doesn’t even think twice about her
own safety when it comes to protecting Sarah and going after the
bad guys for her... man, that shit knocks me out. And, damn, she
sure does love her family, too. I’ve never met a girl from a happy
family before. It makes her fascinating to me.

And oh my God, who am I kidding about all that shit,
anyway? She could be fucking Attila the Hun from the orphanage
across the street and I’d still be infatuated with her after what I
just experienced. Holy motherfucking shit, can this woman fuck.
I’ve never seen anything like her. I seriously wanna murder that
Garrett Something-or-Other guy—what the fuck was his name?
Slut-shaming motherfucker. He sure didn’t mind Kat being a slut
when he was banging her against his headboard, did he? Fucking
asshole cocksucking fuckwad. He must have a very tiny dick, that’s
all I can say. Asswipe.

Because this woman can suck a dick and ride a cock
and come like a fucking tornado. And I don’t know any man, other
than that fucking douchebag, who’d even
think
of putting a
woman down for any of that. Hell no.

Kat stirs again and her eyes flutter open. She
smiles and my heart skips a beat.

“Hey,” she says softly. “I drifted off.”

“No worries. I enjoyed watching you sleep.”

“Well, that’s not creepy or anything.”

“Let me clarify: I enjoyed lifting up the sheet and
ogling your naked body while you slept.”

“Oh. Okay, I feel better now.” She stretches. “Wooh.
Every single muscle in my body is sore. Wow. That was intense.”

She puts her arms around me and I follow her lead,
pulling her into me. We lie nose to nose for a long moment.

“I had some sort of
episode
,” she says.

“Sure looked that way. Damn.”

“Dude. I went blind. Like, lights were flashing
before my eyes. I saw white, then pink, then yellow. And then
everything went black. I thought I was dying or being beamed up by
aliens.”

“Cool.”

“Weird,” she says.

“Awesome,” I say.

“That’s never happened to me before. I think I might
have had an aneurysm.”

“Have you ever squirted before?”

“Is that what I did? I
squirted
? I’ve never
heard that term before.”

“You’ve
never
heard of squirting? Jesus,
woman, have you been living under a sexual rock without access to
wifi?”

She shrugs.

“Yeah. It’s totally a thing. Watch some Internet
porn some time, dude. It’s kind of like the brass ring of
porn.”

“Huh.”

“You don’t watch
porn
?”

“No. It bores me. I like erotic novels a lot. That’s
my porn. I love them.”

“Ah. Yet again, you prove you’ve got a vagina.”

“Dude, if your dick sliding into a warm, tight, wet
hole between my legs didn’t prove that well enough, then I’m
done.”

“Could have been smoke and mirrors, you never
know.”

She laughs.

“I like your warm, tight, wet hole, by the way. I
like it a lot.”

“Aw, thank you.” She puts her hand on her heart like
she’s accepting an Academy Award. “What a lovely thing to say.”

I laugh.

“I kinda surmised you liked my warm, wet hole when
you sucked on it like a kitten getting the last drops of milk out
of a baby bottle,” she adds.

“Holy shit, Kat. That was so fucking hot.”

She giggles. “Best ever, fo shizzle ba dizzles.”

“Best ever really?”

“Mmm hmm. That’s for damn sure. Feel free to help
yourself to my warm, wet hole any ol’ time you like. Jesus God,
that was good. Seriously, that right there was the absolute most
amazing sexual experience of my life.”

I’m electrified. I push my body into hers and nuzzle
my nose into her cheek. “You’re so fucking sexy, Kat. I feel like
an addict and you’re my drug.”

She kisses me. “Me, too.”

“And the way you rode that Sybian? That memory will
stay with me for the rest of my days.”

She giggles. “That machine was something else. No
wonder it’s big in porn.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. I’ve seen it a million
times in porn, and it never does
that
to anyone. Not even
close. Jesus. I knew you’d get off on it, but I could never have
predicted
that
. It was like you got electrocuted.”

“It was incredible. If I owned one of those things,
I’d never leave my house.”

“If you owned one of those things,
I’d
never
leave your house. You wouldn’t need an alarm clock. I’d sit in the
corner of your room yelling, ‘Wake up, Kat! It’s Sybian time
again!’”

She smiles, but then she pauses, apparently
considering something. “I need to tell you something, Josh. I never
have sex without a condom—well, unless I’m in a committed
relationship and we’ve both been tested. I don’t go without
protection casually.”

“I was just now freaking out about the same thing. I
never do it, either.”

“You’re sure you’re clean?” she asks.

“I’m positive. Just had my annual physical.
You?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. One hundred percent. I was tested
two months ago when I went on the pill, and I’ve used condoms every
single time since then.”

I exhale, totally relieved. “Okay. Well, then I
think we should—” I’m interrupted by my phone ringing on my
nightstand. “Hang on,” I say, turning onto my back and reaching for
my phone. I look at the screen. It’s Jonas.

“Hey, bro,” I say.

Instantly, just by the sound of Jonas’ breathing
across the phone line, I can tell he’s agitated about
something.

“Agent Eric just called,” Jonas says stiffly. “The
feds want a meeting with Sarah and me in Washington
tomorrow
.”

“Holy shit.” I sit up from Kat, my heart leaping out
of my chest. “So are you and Sarah gonna catch a flight
tonight?”

“Yeah, I already booked a red-eye. We’re packing up
now.”

“Wow.” I run my hand through my hair. “This is
big.”

“What still needs to be done before Henn can make
those bank transfers?” Jonas asks.

I look at Kat. She looks anxious.

I think for a minute. “Um. Henn said he needs to
take Kat’s passport photo and make her an ‘Oksana Belenko’
passport. But he said that won’t take long.”

“Okay, good. I don’t know how fast this thing’s
gonna move once Sarah and I have that meeting. You three need to be
ready to make those money transfers as early as tomorrow, just in
case.”

“We’ll be ready.”

“Can you come up to my room?” Jonas asks. “I need to
talk to you before I leave.” He lets out a loud breath. “There’s
something I need to bounce off you.”

“Sure thing, bro. Don’t stress. Whatever it is,
we’ll figure it out. Let me hop in the shower and come right up.
Hang on a sec.” I pull the phone away from my face and address Kat.
“Jonas and Sarah are leaving in an hour for the airport—they’re
going to D.C. to meet the feds tomorrow. You wanna head up to their
room with me?”

Kat’s eyes go as wide as saucers. She nods.

I put the phone back to my mouth. “Kat and I will
jump in the shower and be there as soon as possible. I’ll call Henn
and tell him to join us, too.”

“Kat’s with you?”

“Yeah.”

“And the two of you need to hop in the shower?”

I can’t help grinning broadly. “Yep.”

“I knew you two were fucking! Why have you guys been
so secretive about it?”

I ignore the question. “So we’ll be up there in
fifteen, okay?”

“You like her?”

I look at Kat’s gorgeous face. She looks anxious.
“Mmm hmm,” I answer.

“Awesome. Okay, see you in a few. Oh, and hey, Josh,
I need to talk to you privately when you get up here—without the
girls overhearing us, okay?”

“Cool. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

Jonas lets out a long breath. “Thanks, Josh. See you
soon.”

“You bet. So, hey, wait, how’d it go with Max after
the rest of us left the restaurant? He was like a fucking James
Bond villain with metal teeth.”

“No, he’s a villain from
Die Hard.
”

I laugh. “
Exactly
. Oh my God, yes.”

“That’s what Sarah says.”

“So what happened after we left?”

“Nothing. We just swung our dicks around for a bit.
I called him motherfucker like twenty times and told him not to
even look at Sarah and he stomped away like a butt-hurt little
baby.”

“Good.”

“Motherfucker.”

“Pussy-ass bitch.” I pause. “Hey, Jonas, now that
I’ve seen the guy, I have a weird feeling about him—a really bad
feeling. Don’t underestimate him. The dude looks like he has no
soul.”

Jonas makes a sound of agreement. “Hence the reason
I wanna talk to you privately before Sarah and I head to the
airport. I’m thinking no loose ends.”

“Yeah, I follow you, bro,” I say. “I agree.”

“I just wanna talk it through. Make sure I’m not
missing anything.”

“Gotcha. I’m thinking the fucker from the bathroom
at U Dub, too.”

Jonas’ breathing hitches on the other end of the
line. “You’ve read my mind.”

“It’s not hard to do. You’re kind of a
simpleton.”

Jonas laughs. “Okay, motherfucker, stop fucking the
shit out of Kat for a goddamned minute and get up here. There’s a
lot to talk about before Sarah and I head out.”

“I’d only stop that particular activity for you,
bro, just so you know.”

“Good times?”

“The best of times. Oh my fucking God.”

“Excellent.”

“Kat and I will see you in a few.”

“Okay. Call Henn.”

“Will do.”

I hang up with Jonas.

“What’s going on?” Kat asks, her eyes bugging
out.

I explain everything Jonas and I talked about (other
than Jonas’ desire to leave no loose ends). “So, hey, let’s hop in
the shower real quick and head up to their room,” I say.

Kat’s face ignites. “Oh, so we’re gonna finally
leave this room, huh?”

“Yeah, we gotta get the crew together to talk about
. . .” I trail off. My heart lurches into my mouth. Oh shit. That’s
right. I kiss her. I fuck her.
I give her my application.
Shit. The jig is up.

“You promised you wouldn’t leave this room without
giving me that application,” Kat says evenly.

I exhale a long, exasperated breath.

“You promised,” she says.

“Yeah, I know. But Jonas and Sarah have to go to the
airport within the hour and there’s a ton of stuff we all need to
figure out before they go. There’s no time for our little game—not
right now. We’ve gotta press the ‘pause’ button ’til they
leave.”

Kat throws up her hands in frustration.
“Seriously?”

“Just ’til they leave.”

She’s fuming.

“Babe, we gotta save the world right now.”

She exhales with exasperation. “
Fine
.
Goddammit. I’ll press the ‘pause’ button. But only because I love
Sarah so much and I wanna take those assholes down as much as
anyone. But the minute they leave for the airport, you’re gonna
give me that goddamned application.”

I take a deep breath. My pulse is pounding in my
ears. Shit. Things have been going so well between us. I don’t want
to fuck things up.