Chapter 8 #2
“Lexi.” He followed, stopped, and followed again.
“Stay away from me,” she shouted over her shoulder.
He was at a loss. How could he untangle the mess he’d made?
Right now she wasn’t having any of it—any of him.
Nonetheless, he trailed after her to make sure she got back to the lobby safely.
Oh yeah. He was in full-on Mr. Chivalrous mode without a clue how he had come to don the mantle.
Why now? Why her? And why did she cause these explosive reactions inside him?
Was it the alcohol, or was it her? He wasn’t going to find out because she’d never speak to him again.
And damn it, he liked her! He didn’t even know her, but all of him wanted to know her.
It wasn’t only the feel of her or the fact that he couldn’t keep from picturing her laid out on white sheets, every inch of her skin on display for him as he lowered himself and eased inside her.
Fuck!
He pushed out a breath and let melancholy settle into his bones.
Hanging out with her had been a balm for his tattered soul—it had nothing to do with sex—and he’d just blown any chance to do that again with her.
When was the last time he’d enjoyed himself that much by simply talking and dancing with a woman? Maybe never.
He shook out his limbs and rotated his neck, watching at a safe distance as she stepped onto the elevator. When the doors closed, he retreated to the bar. An old-fashioned to steady these mini explosions inside him, then he’d crash. Alone.
Only minutes after he’d placed his order, Neil sauntered in, looked around, and hailed him.
What the fuck does he want?
Unfortunately, the barstool beside Josh was open, and Neil filled it. “Hey.”
Josh looked straight ahead. “Strike out?”
“Nah. I wasn’t feeling it.”
Incredulous, Josh snapped his head toward Neil. “Sure looked like you were feeling it on the dance floor.” Who was he to go all moral on this guy? Still, he didn’t have the energy or the desire to spare this asshole any patience.
Neil shrugged. “Sometimes you got to take ’em out for a test run to know if you want to do a long road trip.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“It’s an analogy, dude.” He held up his finger and summoned Matt to take his drink order. “Hey, so about Lexi …”
Josh could practically feel armor locking into place, like one of those transformer robots in the movies. “What about her?”
“Are you and she … you know, together?”
“Yeah, we’re together,” Josh blurted out. Another lie, but he had not an ounce of remorse.
“So why are you sitting here alone in the bar?”
Josh let a smirk form. “She says she has something sexy to show me and asked me to give her a few minutes so she could ‘slip into it.’ That’s exactly what I’m doing.
” If only. But lying to this guy was giving Josh a lift.
Neil’s brows hit his perfectly coiffed hairline, and a twisted sort of triumph made Josh drive the knife home.
“You gave up your chance, bro, and I wasn’t about to miss out on mine.
Sucks for you.” He threw back his drink and signaled for the check, anxious to get away from this slimeball.
“Yeah, it does. I should have gone for her when I first saw her.”
“Kind of sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Josh jerked his chin at him.
“What makes you think you’d have scored with her even if you had gone after her?
And don’t forget you had a grade-A chance at dinner, but you were too busy ‘shopping’ for the bigger, better deal to pay attention to the beauty sitting right in front of you.
You’re an idiot.” Josh could have just as easily directed that comment at himself.
The check arrived, and he laid a few bills on top of it.
Neil didn’t say anything. Just stared off into space.
Josh faked checking his phone and hopped off the stool. “Looks like she’s ready for me.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I’ve been nice and patient, and now I’m about to get my reward. Can’t fucking wait.”
Neil snorted, and Josh walked away without looking back. He was definitely going to hell. And he prayed Lexi never found out about this last stunt he had just pulled, which of course she wouldn’t because she’d never speak to him again.
And that was a damn shame.
Later that night, alone in his room, Josh turned up the AC, stripped down, and lay on top of his covers.
He drifted off to sleep, rousing pleasantly to a naked Lexi leaning over him, her hair a silky curtain tickling his skin.
Her tits brushed his chest, and he reached up and palmed the pillowy flesh, loving how they filled his hands.
She closed her eyes and arched her back on a moan, pushing them close to his face, inviting him to do more than touch. “So good.”
He increased the pressure, handling her a little rougher as he explored her contours. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in a sex-kitten pose. “Oh yes, Josh. Like that. I love having your hands on me.”
His eyes drifted down her body and all that creamy skin on display. He wanted to touch, to taste every inch, and he levered himself up and took a nipple between his teeth, teasing it to a pointed peak with his tongue.
He squeezed, making her gasp as he sucked her breast into his mouth. God, he was in heaven. He moved to the other side, but her eyes snapped open, and a sultry smile curved her mouth. “My turn.”
She slid back, straddling him, her ass on his thighs.
Somehow he’d missed that she wore men’s gym shorts, but he didn’t give a fuck when she took him in hand.
He begged her to put her mouth on him, but she couldn’t hear him.
He had no voice. Deaf to his silent plea, she began pumping him with her closed fist. Her hand was bigger and rougher than he’d expected, but he didn’t care because he could feast his eyes on her.
Her dark red hair curled around her gorgeous, swaying tits, framing them in perfect loops that didn’t shift with their movement.
Eyes closed, lips parted, a look of sheer ecstasy played over her features.
She dropped her head back, exposing her ivory throat, working him at a steady tempo even as her hold grew firmer, more insistent.
The speed picked up. Heat pooled at the base of his spine, but he tried to slow the inevitable because he wanted to flip her on her back and drive into her, come inside her. She was making him crazy.
Suddenly, she morphed into Betty Boobs, her tits ballooning. He reached up to hold them, but they popped in his grasp.
Heart pounding, he came to with a start, his hand wrapped around his engorged cock, just as his orgasm took him and made a mess of his stomach.
He lay back and stared at the ceiling, his breathing ragged, relief and disappointment washing through him at the same time.
What the hell was that? He never dreamed of women he banged, let alone ones he had never been intimate with—unless it was some supermodel or movie star completely out of his reach, but the last woman he’d dreamed of that way was so long ago he couldn’t even remember who it was.
And when was the last time he’d had a wet dream?
It had felt so real, and he closed his eyes, trying to snatch at wisps before they could disappear into the ether forever.
He wanted to lock them in his memory banks so he could revisit them—especially the image of Lexi in all her naked glory, on top of him as she bit her lower lip and stared down at him with green eyes darkened with want.
That look of vulnerability mixed with unbridled desire made his cock begin to stir. He hadn’t even cleaned up yet.
Oh fuck.
He had no idea what to do with any of it, so he got up and took a shower, letting lukewarm water sluice away the evidence of his fantasy.
Something told him he might need to jack off one more time before he could get back to sleep, which he hadn’t needed to do in quite some time.
Hadn’t been inspired until now, apparently.
After pulling on fresh boxers and a T-shirt, he pushed the notion to the back of his mind, opened his tablet, and checked his emails for any word from his agent, Herb.
Nothing. Wide awake now, and as long as he had the thing booted up, he began a search.
Soon he was scouring the internet for popular bridal magazines and Lexi Campbell bylines.
Let the obsession begin. Yeah, he had completely lost it.