Page 21 of Slapshot Summer
“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.
Laterthatnight,alonein 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 onher.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 wasthat?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 ofthatway 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 soreal, 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.
Chapter 9
Aftermath
At2:12a.m.,Josh’ssearch finally turned up gold, and he downloaded a back issue ofVeil Vibesthat contained an article by Alexis Campbell.With a new charge on his credit card and questionable reading material on his tablet, he gleefully clicked on the article titled “Wedding Night Wear That Will Drive Him Wild.”A redheaded stunner in barely there lingerie reclined against a windowsill, her face turned as she looked wistfully out a dark window.For a moment, he thought the model was Lexi herself, and his heart lurched.After recognizing the model’s angles were much sharper than Lexi’s soft curves, he moved on and scanned her surprisingly engaging words about the allure of hinting at skin rather than baring it all.Josh wasn’t sure he agreed, but he did find himself salivating as he pictured Lexi in the same see-through pieces.
What was it about this woman that made it nearly impossible to get her out of his mind?
Guilt had been niggling at him since they’d parted ways.She might never plan to speak to him again, but he had to apologize for taking her trust and bending it backward.He resolved to track her down first thing.
After snatching a few hours of sleep, he showered, dressed, and made his way to the restaurant.It looked different than it had last night.Sunbeams reflected off polished marble pillars.On crisp white linen-covered tables, silverware sparkled and turquoise glasses mirrored the dazzling water beyond.
A hostess approached as a flash of auburn caught his eye, and he waved the woman away.He headed for Lexi, seated at a table, her back to him, mahogany hair caught in a high ponytail that waved down her back.She turned when he reached her, and those green eyes went wide.
Suddenly off-balance, he stammered, “H-hey.”
“Hey.”That one simple word was about as warm as a walk-in freezer.
