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I shake my head. “Then just give her some fucking space. Please. Just listen to me. When am I ever wrong about women?”

He opens his mouth and then closes it.

“The answer is ‘Never.’I’m never wrong.I’m some sort of woman-whisperer, dude—trust me. You want a woman to want you? Then you gotta know when to leave her the fuck alone. Just chill the fuck out and give the girl some time to figure her shit out. I guarantee you, if you back off and let Sarah take things at her own pace, let her figure out what she’s feeling and what she needs, she’s gonna call you and say, ‘Come get me, Jonas. I want you.’ Mark my words, bro.”

“But what if I just—”

“No! Just let her call you when she’s ready to talk. And in between, send her a few texts to let her know you’re thinking about her—nothing too heavy. She’s probably all doped up on pain meds and feeling like shit and sleeping most of the time, anyway. And her mom’s probably bringing her homemade chicken tortilla soup or whatever. You can’t compete with that magical-mom shit, bro. No one can. That’s why everyone says, ‘There’s nothing like a mother’s love.’ I realize we don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, but the rest of the world does. I’ll bet you a thousand bucks if you listen to me and give her some space, she’s gonna call you within three days and say, ‘Come get me.’”

Jonas grunts. “Why would I take that bet? I’d be betting against myself.”

We’ve arrived at Jonas’ house, thank God. I’ve never wanted to get out of a car more in my entire life. Jonas pulls into his driveway and kills the engine on his car. He turns to look at me, his eyes blazing. “Josh, you don’t understand.”

“I think I do.”

“No. I have something really important I need to tell her. Right away. Something she needs to understand.”

“Whatever it is, it’ll have to wait.”

He shakes his head furiously. “Josh, listen to me. I need to tell her something—something I’ve never said to any other girl—even Amanda.” He swallows hard. “The most important thing there is to say.I’m gonna say it to Sarah.”

I can’t believe my ears. My brother’s gonna tell this girl helovesher? Wow, he’s never even said those words to me. Jesus, I’m light years ahead of Jonas in my emotional evolution, and I’ve only said those words to one girl in my entire life. (And it didn’t work out so well.)

“Wow, Jonas,” I begin to say, but he cuts me off.

“So don’t fucking tell me to bepatient,” he roars, out of nowhere. He abruptly gets out of his car, slams his car door like he’s trying to tip the car onto its side with me in it, and stalks toward his house.

I watch Jonas as he marches away, imagining myself hurling Chinese stars into his back. Oh my fucking God. I can’t take it anymore. I’m trying to be compassionate with this motherfucker. Just like I’ve tried to be my entire fucking life. But it’s hard to be compassionate with a guy when he’s a total and complete dick.

Six

Josh

Oh, yeah. So good.Yes. I pump my shaft with increased intensity as the steaming hot water of the shower rains down on me. I can’t stop imagining her face, her unbelievable face. Oh my God. She’s a gift from God, created just for me. Those eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes. That subtle little cleft in her chin. I imagine myself pressing the tip of my cock into that little cleft in her chin right before sliding my full length into her sassy little mouth.

Oh God. I can barely breathe. I’m about to blow. I’m so close. I work myself even more furiously. My cock feels like a rocket about to lift off. Oh fuck. Yes. It’s beginning to ripple.

And her lips. They’re perfect, just like everything else about her. I imagine those lips wrapped around my hard cock, sliding up and down, devouring me. I run my finger over my wet tip, imagining it’s her swirling tongue.

“Oh shit,” I say out loud. I open my mouth wide and a blast of hot water floods it. My knees are buckling. I’m twitching. I’d pay a million dollars if my hand could be her warm mouth right now—two million if it could be her tight little pussy. The Club is full of hookers, it turns out? Fine by me. Some women are well worth the money. If Kat asked me to pay her to fuck her, I surely would. No questions asked. I’d give anything,anything,to see Kat looking up at me with those big blue eyes, her lips wrapped around my cock. I imagine her eyes glittering the same way they did when she found out I’d been a member of The Club. That’s the look that told me the girl is up for anything—with the right guy, anyway.

I’m the right guy for you, baby. Fuck yeah, I am. You’ve never been fucked like this before. That’s right, baby.

I fondle my balls with my free hand while my pumping hand continues working my shaft. Oh shit. My knees are buckling. This is so good. Any second now.

I picture her on top of me, riding me, her blonde hair falling down over her shoulders and cascading over her perky little tits. Erect nipples. Cleft in her chin. Blue eyes. Tight little body. Oh my God. She throws her head back. She’s having an orgasm. She’s screaming my name.

My skin prickles for just an instant, like I’ve got a chill even under the steaming hot water, and then an epic orgasm slams into me, making me spurt a massive load all over my hands. I shudder with my release and lean my head against the marble shower wall.

“Kat,” I say out loud, like she’s lying next to me in bed. “Oh my God.”

That’s the first time in a really long time I’ve stuck with the fantasy of one woman while jacking off. I usually start out thinking about whatever woman I’ve been seeing lately, whatever sex act we might have recently performed, and then, at some point, move on to that raven-haired dental assistant I always fantasize about, even though she’s married and never gives me the slightest whiff of a come-on, or the college professor I used to fuck during office hours during my second year at UCLA, or, occasionally, the platinum-blonde Swiss foreign exchange student in high school who de-virginized me when I was a wee little freshman, the one who taught me exactly where to touch her and how to get her off. And then, right at climax, without fail, whether I like it or not, my brain inevitably slams me with Emma’s angelic face, the face that fooled me for so long into thinking she was The One.

Hot water is gushing down my back.

“Kat,” I say again, reliving the vision of her riding me, her face awash in ecstasy.

She’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.

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