Losers Weepers (Lost & Found 4)

I twisted in my seat so I was angled her way, unable to look at her without images from the shower both of our hair was still wet from spilling into my head. “Is that why you can’t stop smiling?”

She looked at me from the corner of her eye, warning me, but even with that, her smile didn’t dim any. “I’m smiling because we’re getting out of the house and going on a date with two of our best friends.” Her forehead lined when she checked the time again. “Two best friends who are hopefully very forgiving when it comes to us being late.”

“You’re the one who shimmied into the shower in the first place, so you only have yourself to blame.”

She let out a sharp huff. “Well, you’re the one who wasn’t in a hurry to leave the shower, so I have you to blame too.”

“Hey, we made a deal. I agreed to soap you clean after the filthy things.” I shrugged, just smiling when she threw me a smirk.

“If I would have known how many filthy things you had planned, I would have set a time limit with that deal we struck.” She shifted in her seat, making the hem of her sundress rise a little higher.

After staring at the exposed skin of her thigh for a few seconds, I lowered my hand and ran my fingers across her skin. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time I’m thinking about making you come three different times.” When she glanced at me again, I wet my lips and gave her an evil little smile. “Three different ways.”

Like that, her whole face changed. “Did that sound like a complaint?” She shook her head. “Because it wasn’t. It definitely wasn’t,” she added when my thumb crept a little higher up the inside of her thigh.

“Glad we got that cleared up because if my dick remains MIA, you’ll have to tackle the duty of orgasm-ing for two. That’s a big responsibility.”

“Let me assure you I am more than up to the challenge of that big responsibility. In fact, I can’t see making anything a bigger priority than devoting myself to this daunting challenge.” When she peeked over at me again, we both laughed.

That moment should have been frozen in time, encapsulated in the tombs of this world’s most perfect moments—making love to Joze followed by laughing with her. Some might have argued that perfection was a fallacy, but that was only because they hadn’t experienced moments in their lives like I’d had with Josie. They were fleeting and over far too quickly, but that didn’t change the fact that I’d experienced more moments of perfection than a man like me was owed.

“You can ease off on the gas though, Joze. It’s okay.” I slid my hand down her leg so I was cupping her knee. If I went any higher past that hemline, we’d wind up rolled over in a ditch. “I sent Jess a text when we finally pried ourselves out of the shower letting him know we’d be late. He said they were running behind too, so there’s no need to worry about best friends turning into enemies if we show up thirty minutes late.”

Josie whipped her truck into town, barreling at fifty down a road marked with a twenty-five MPH speed limit. “Well, thank God, because we’re closer to being thirty-five minutes late.”

From the look of the parking lot in front of the steakhouse where we were meeting Jesse and Rowen, the place was packed. Not a big surprise since it was a Saturday night and Boundary Steakhouse might have been the best place a person could sink their teeth into a good steak this side of Chicago. We’d been there enough times since I’d started making good money riding—because no ranch hand’s wages would cut it at Boundary more than once or twice a year—that Josie whipped down the alley and headed for the back parking lot only known by the staff and regulars.

Finding a spot for her monster-sized truck was a challenge wherever we went though, and tonight was no exception. When she’d suggested applying for a handicapped parking pass, I pretty much asked her not to bring it up again because I didn’t need or want another reminder of just how much of a gimp I was, a special blue tag hanging from the rearview mirror of my girlfriend’s truck included.

Josie grumbled when she found this parking lot almost as full as the one in front. When she noticed a space that might have fit a Prius, she gave the steering wheel a twist.

“Yahoo!” she cheered as she angled the truck into the space.

“Eh, Joze, the truck might fit, but how are the people inside going to crawl out?” I asked, bracing myself for the sound of a side-view mirror being ripped off.

“We’ll get out on your side,” she answered, looking out her side window before glancing out mine. “I left plenty of space on your side.”

Actually, she had. There was enough space for a person to get in and out, which must have meant . . . “And how’s the person on your side supposed to crawl into their car?” I asked, eying the scant four inches of space separating Josie’s truck from the sedan parked beside it.

“That’s Joe’s car,” she said as she turned off the engine and fired off a text to Jesse and Rowen letting them know we were here.

“Who’s Joe?” I noted the hint of sharpness in my voice.

So did she. Josie was used to me being a jealous, possessive SOB most of the time, and she made sure she called me on it every time too. Lifting a brow, she ran a finger down the center of her chest. “My lover.”

“Funny.” I gave her a look which she laughed off.

“Joe’s the assistant manager, Garth. You’ve met him, for crying out loud. We’ll be out of here before he has to try to scratch his head and figure out how to crawl inside.” Josie nudged me when the look stayed on my face another moment.

“I don’t know. The last time the four of us got together, I think they had to ask us to lock up when we finally left.” I unbuckled my s

eat belt as she crawled across the bench.

When she reached for the door handle, instead of pushing it open right away, she straddled my lap before sliding her knee between my legs. Gently circling it around my zipper, she winked at me. “Can I return the favor? We’re already thirty-five minutes late. What’s another five?”

I should have felt something firing down there. I should have felt my dick swelling from just the thought of what she was suggesting. If I could have gotten any harder, I would have just reached it when she wet her lips and reached for my zipper. If I were the whole man I had been a couple weeks ago, I would have answered her question by guiding her head lower and braiding my fingers through her hair as she . . .

I shook my head to clear it and lowered my hand to where hers was currently freeing me from my zipper. “Joze . . .” I swallowed. “We both know my dick might not be able to appreciate that gesture like it used to, but shit, my eyes will enjoy it if he can’t.” Her smile spread before her head dropped, but my hands cupped her head, lifting it back up. Her confused expression might have made me laugh if this hadn’t been so damn tragic and pathetic. “But before we give that a try, I’m going to need some time to wrap my mind around it. More than five minutes, if you know what I mean.” I shifted, wondering if I could be any more uncomfortable talking about this. “It’s going to take a little getting used to him not working . . . or cooperating . . . when, you know, you’re down there. I’m pretty sure our first try or five are going to be awkward as all hell, and I’d prefer not to make it even more awkward by having a few-minute time constraint in some back parking lot.”