The Revelation (14 page)

She’s taken my breath away. “I have no interest in
doing any of those things,” I say.

“Other than those three things, do whatever you want
to me,” she says. “Literally.” Her eyes flicker. “In fact, I want
you to.”

I have never been more attracted to a woman than I
am right this very minute. I clear my throat. “Please tell me
you’re not fucking with me right now.”

“I’m not fucking with you,” she says, heat rising in
her cheeks. “I often fantasize I’m a high-end call-girl. It’s what
I imagined when I gave you that blowjob in the shower.” She licks
her lips. “I can’t begin to tell you how much that turns me
on.”

My dick physically hurts, it’s so hard.

“That’s why I came when you did—because I was
fantasizing I’d just given you your money’s worth.”

“Oh.”

“So I guess I’m a sick fuck, too,” she says. “Is
that okay with you?”

I nod. “That’s very okay with me.”

“Good. Then let’s just agree once and for all we
don’t give a shit if we’re sick fucks. If we are, then so what.
Fuck Emma. She’s a bitch.” Her eyes blaze. “Yeah, I said it.
Fuck her
. And fuck anyone else who has a problem with what
turns us on. We’re not screwing goats, right? We’re gonna screw
each other—and maybe one woman-to-be-named later, too.” She
snickers. “Fuck anyone who makes you feel ashamed of what you like,
Josh, including Emma the Bitch.”

I feel like I’ve entered an alternate universe. A
fucking awesome alternate universe.

Kat smiles broadly and touches my face gently.
“We’ll fulfill each other’s fantasies, right down the line. It’ll
be the honesty-game, sexual edition.” She skims her fingertip over
my lips. “Are you in?”

“I’m so fucking in.”

She drops her hands from my face. “I should warn
you, though, most of my sexual fantasies are gonna require you to
role-play. You’re gonna have to be all-in—assume your part.”

“No problem.”

“And if we’re really gonna do this, then I wanna go
big or go home.”

“That’s my motto.”

“I thought YOLO was your motto.”

“I have several.”

“It’s not the particular sex act that gets me going,
it’s the
scene—
the scenario. I don’t care what you wanna do
to me, as long as you set the right scene for me and let me lose
myself.”

My heart is racing. “Good to know. Name it, we’ll do
it. I’ll make it happen for you exactly like you want it.”

“But, wait. Think about it before you commit.
Getting the scene the way I fantasize about it might take some
planning on your part—and I can’t be the one who arranges stuff. It
has to happen
to
me, you know?—as if it’s real. That’s
what’s gonna let me lose myself completely. It’s like
The Wizard
of Oz.
I wanna see the giant, talking head of Oz the whole
time—I don’t wanna see the man behind the curtain.”

I grin. “Babe, I’ve got this. Tell me all your
fantasies, in detail, just like you told me the others, and I’ll
make ’em all come true, to the letter. I’ll be your own personal
Make-A-Wish Foundation.”

She smiles broadly. “My own personal
Josh Faraday
Club
,” she corrects.

I wink at her. “Yours truly.”

“Oh my God, I’m so excited.” She wiggles in her
seat. “When would we do this fantasy-exchange thing?”

“As soon as humanly possible,” I say, my cock
straining.

Her eyes are absolutely smoldering. “I wish we could
start right now.”

“Well, yeah, but unfortunately we gotta save the
world first.”

She snaps her fingers. “Damn it. Saving the world
always gets in the way of acting out mini-pornos.”

I laugh. “I tell you what. Right after we’re done
saving the world, we’ll get started on our fantasy-fulfillment
extravaganza that very night—right here in Vegas. We’ll take a
couple days to decompress, just you and me, before we have to
return to our real lives for a bit. How ’bout we do my fantasies
first here in Vegas and then we’ll conquer yours the first chance
we get in L.A.—because it sounds like yours are gonna take some
advance planning.”

“Sounds good,” she says. “Better than good.”

I breathe deeply, my body electrified. This woman’s
a dream come true.

“So let’s talk about the whole
watching-me-with-another-woman fantasy,” she says. “Who’s she gonna
be? How are we gonna find her?”

“She can be anyone you want, as long as she’s clean.
Look in my sick fuck folder if you want. I’m sure Henn could track
any of those ladies down.”

She makes a face. “I deleted that folder.”

“Oh, baby, my computer backs up daily. It’s in The
Cloud.”

She rolls her eyes.

I laugh.

“No wonder you didn’t get mad at me. And here I
thought you were so Zen.” She shrugs. “Well, I don’t wanna do it
with one of those girls. I want someone new.”

“That’s fine.”

She looks on edge.

I cup her face in my hand. “Hey, if you’re not into
it, we don’t have to do that one. I mean, if this were real life, I
never would have told you about that whole thing in the first
place.”

“What do you mean ‘if this were real life’? This
isn’t real life?”

I’m stumped. Of course, this isn’t real life. This
is Las Vegas. This is saving the world. This is
fantasy-fulfillment. “I meant, if we were, you know, dating like
usual. If you hadn’t read my application. Due to the circumstances,
you know stuff about me no other woman ever has.”

There’s an awkward silence.

“We don’t have to do the thing with another woman.
Seriously,” I say.

She sighs. “Josh, I
want
to do it. I wanna
pretend I’m just a girl in The Club and that you’ve paid to do
whatever you did with all those girls, exactly the way you did it.”
She pauses. “Wait, no. Not exactly. I don’t want you to touch the
other woman. Not a pinky.”

“I know. We already agreed to that. I wouldn’t even
want to touch the other girl, honestly. Not if I was with you.
That’d be like macking down on canned Spaghetti O’s when I’ve got a
plate of homemade pasta right in front of me.” I touch the slight
cleft in her chin. “A pretty dumb thing to do.”

Her cheeks flush. “But it’s still gonna turn you on?
Even though you’ve already done it with all those girls?”

“Honestly, I was pretty done with the whole thing
after my month in The Club—it gets kinda old after you’ve done it a
couple times, especially when you don’t give a shit about either
woman. But the thought of doing it with
you.
” I shudder with
arousal at the very thought. I stroke her hair for a moment. “I’ve
never gotten to do it with someone I’m...” I stop myself from
saying anything more. I bite my lip and drop my hand from her hair.
Shit.

“Someone you’re what?” she asks, her interest
obviously piqued. She tilts her head.

“Someone I’m...” I stop again. Nope. I really
shouldn’t say that to her.

“What?”

There’s a long beat.

“What were you gonna say, Josh?” she asks. She
weaves her fingers into mine. “Tell me.”

I clear my throat. “I’ve never gotten to do it with
someone I’m really attracted to beyond the physical,” I say
softly.

She smirks. “That’s really sweet. Thank you. But
it’s not what you were about to say.”

I pause. I can’t say what I was gonna say. It’s too
much too soon.

“Someone what?” she prompts. “Come on. We’re still
playing the honesty-game, aren’t we?”

“I’ve never gotten to do it with someone I’m in a
relationship with,” I say evenly.

There’s a long silence.

Shit.

Fuck.

She’s just staring at me, not saying anything, her
hand interwoven in mine.

What am I doing? What am I saying? Why isn’t she
saying anything?

I pull my hand out of hers and run it through my
hair. Goddammit. I should have just said “someone I’m dating.” That
would have been a safer bet. But are Kat and I even dating? I don’t
know what the fuck we’re doing. This whole time in Vegas together
has been so bizarre and concentrated and amazing—I can’t make heads
or tails of what we’d call what we’re doing in real life.

Kat sighs and sets her jaw, apparently coming to
some sort of decision.

“I think we should be exclusive,” she says
definitively.

My heart physically stops beating for a second. Holy
fucking shit.

“At least during this fantasy-exchange thing,” she
adds quickly.

My stomach bursts with butterflies. My cheeks burst
into flames. “Yeah, good idea,” I say quickly. “I think so,
too.”

Her face is on fire. “Because I like not using
condoms with you,” she continues. “I like feeling you inside me
with nothing between us. But I’m only willing to continue that way
if we’re exclusive.”

“I agree.” Now my heart is racing. Holy shit. My
chest physically hurts. “Shit, I don’t wanna go back to condoms,
ever, as long as I live.” Oh shit. What am I saying? What did I
just imply?

“Good.” Her cheeks flush. “Condoms are hereby
banished. Gone.” She clears her throat. “For as long as you want.”
She takes a deep breath. “You know, at least during the time while
we’re”—she takes another deep gulp of air—“doing our fantasy
thing.” She makes a weird face.

I nod, my heart still racing like a runaway train.
“Agreed.”

“Good,” she says. “Yep. Done. Exclusive.”

“Yep. We’re officially exclusive as of right now.
You and me.”

She grins. “Okay. Good.”

“Great.”

“I’m all yours.”

My entire body jolts at the sound of those three
words.
I’m all yours,
she just said to me. Holy hot fucking
damn, I’ve got to sit down.

“Okay,” she says, almost to herself. She exhales
loudly. “Cool.”

“Cool,” I say.

We sit and stare at each other, smiling, neither of
us speaking.

I feel like my IQ just went down fifty points. My
brain isn’t functioning.

What exactly did we just agree to? She suggested
being exclusive just for purposes of our little fantasy-fulfillment
exchange. Does that mean we’re not in an actual relationship—that
we’re some kind of exclusive fuck buddies? Because it sure feels
like this girl’s a helluva lot more than my fuck buddy. Fuck, I
should ask her for clarification. But I’m not sure I wanna hear her
answer.

I clear my throat. “So when are you gonna have your
period? We should plan your trip to L.A. around that.”

She grins. “I’m not. I take extended birth control
pills. No period. I’ve got a year’s worth of pills and I’m only two
months in.”

I smile broadly. “Excellent.”

“So no break in our perverted activities will be
required for the foreseeable future. Well, at least not on account
of my period, anyway. Stuff like work and life will surely get in
the way—and the fact that we don’t live in the same city ought to
throw a wrench in things, for sure.”

“Why? It’s less than a two-hour flight from Seattle
to L.A. I can get a hard-on at ten and, if I charter a flight for
you, you’ll be at my house, sucking it by twelve thirty.”

She bursts out laughing. “You’re so gross.”

“That’s not gross. That’s
romantic
.”

She laughs. “You’d charter a flight just to get a
blowjob?”

“I can’t think of a better reason to charter a
flight. Especially if the blowjob was gonna be from you.
Damn
.”

She laughs again. “Well, okay, but what about work?
Don’t you have a company to run or something? Now that I think
about it, how come you never seem to have to work?”

“Well, actually, I’m kinda between jobs at the
moment. Not officially, but...” I lean in close to her and touch
her golden hair. “Jonas and I are about to start a new business
together. We haven’t made a public announcement yet, so this is
actually confidential, but we’re both leaving Faraday & Sons to
start something new.”

“Wow. Really? Congratulations. What is it?”

“I can’t tell you—not because I don’t trust you—I
do. But I promised my brother I wouldn’t tell anyone about our new
business before we’ve told our Uncle William in person—he runs
Faraday & Sons with us—and I never break a promise to Jonas.
Well, not to anyone—but especially not to Jonas.”

Her face melts into an expression much like the one
she had when she opened her hotel room door to me last night. “I
can’t wait to hear all about it whenever you’re allowed to tell
me,” she says softly.

“I can’t wait to tell you. If Jonas and I can pull
it off the way we envision it, it’s gonna be epic—well, the way
Jonas
envisions it—my brother’s always the one with the big
ideas—I’m just along for the ride, doing what I can to make myself
useful.”

She smiles and her blue eyes twinkle. “I’m sure it’s
gonna be amazing, whatever it is, Josh.”

I pause. I was about to say something, but I
suddenly forgot what it was. She’s so fucking beautiful;
occasionally, I lose my concentration when I look at her.

“So, hey,” I say, looking at my watch. “We’re
meeting Henn in the lobby in about seven hours, so I think we’d
better get some sleep. We’d better have our wits about us while
we’re saving the world tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m a freakin’ zombie right
now. At some point, I’m definitely gonna need a full eight hours of
sleep—you’re killing me, smalls.”

“Eh, we can sleep when we’re dead, PG. Speaking of
which, how ’bout
before
we sleep, you get that hot little
body of yours into my bed and let me make good on that rain check
from our shower?”

“Aren’t you the one who just said we need to get
some sleep for tomorrow?”

I wave my hand. “I meant we need sleep
after
I give you the best orgasm of your life.”

Her eyes light up. “You sure you’re up to it? That
rain check was for you to go for the gold.”

I lean in and kiss her slowly, taking my sweet time,
grasping the back of her neck firmly as I do, and she ignites under
my touch. When I pull away from her, there’s no mistaking the heat
in her eyes.