Desired (Wanted 6)

Josh leaned in and whispered, “Her place.”

I elbowed him. “Fado’s?”

“That works.”

“Want to say around eight?”

She bit down on her lower lip and nodded. Glancing past me, she looked at Josh. “My cousin, Jen, is in town.”

As she pointed behind her, I looked to see a tall blonde in a short, barely there dress standing a few feet away, talking on her cell phone.

“I can see if she’d like to join us if you’re free . . . Josh, was it?”

My brows drew together. I didn’t remember saying Josh’s name.

“Hell, yes, I’m free tonight.”

Madison’s eyes darted back to mine. “I’ll see you later tonight then, Gunner.”

It wasn’t lost on me how she purred out my name like I had just sunk my dick into her already.

“See ya later,” I replied.

Once Madison was far enough away, Josh slapped my back.

“Looks like we’re both getting laid tonight.”

I laughed. “Pretty positive the cousin is going to sleep with you, huh?” I asked as I continued zipping up my backpack in the back seat of my truck. We had been getting ready to head back to my and Jeff’s place for an evening of pizza, beer, and movies.

“I’ll bet you a hundred bucks I’ll be fucking Jen before the clock strikes midnight.”

My eyes rolled as we both climbed up into my Ford truck. “Christ, dude. Don’t you ever get sick of whoring around? I mean, don’t you get tired of having sex with women whose names you don’t even remember five minutes after you’re done?”

Josh looked at me like I had just lost my mind.

“What kind of sick question is that? I don’t hook up with a woman unless she wants it too. Who am I to turn down a beautiful woman when she tells me she wants me to ride her until she screams my name? They’re just as bad. Hell, the other day I stopped to pick up my dry cleaning, and the girl behind the counter started flirting. One thing led to another, and the bitch was calling out Jack as she rode my dick like a bucking bronc rider. I didn’t give a shit she got my name wrong. For all I know, she was fantasying I was some dude she has a crush on.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

He actually looked like he took a few moments to think about what I was asking.

“No. Not at all.”

I frowned. His eyes were saying he was lying through his teeth.

“So let me ask you something, Mathews. If this Madison offers herself up for sex, are you going to turn her down?”

Now it was my turn to think on it. “Hell, I don’t know. I know two years ago, I would have fucked her in a heartbeat; now I’m not so sure.”

He laughed. “What’s changed?”

My grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I have no damn clue, but I think it has something to do with this stupid dream I keep having.”

“About the girl?”

I nodded.

“Still no clue who it could be?”