The Infatuation (Josh and Kat #1 , The Club #5) Read Online Free

cutie,
bro,” but his eyes are as hard as fucking flint right now.
    Shit. Here we go. I know that look. It means my
brother’s about to lose his fucking shit.
    “How many women could you possibly have gone through
in a month?” Kat suddenly blurts from across the room.
    Oh, hello. I lock eyes with Kat and, yup, it’s
written all over her gorgeous face: she wants me. Oh, fuck yes, she
does. I can’t help but smile as my cock begins tingling at the
blatant desire on her face.
    “I mean . . .” Kat says, but she doesn’t
continue.
    I keep staring at her, making her squirm, daring her
to say more and show her cards, but she doesn’t.
    She bites her lip.
    “A couple,” I finally say slowly. Oh yeah, this is
gonna be fun.
    Sarah lets out a little moan that wrenches my
attention away from Kat’s gorgeous face. “Josh, did you ever use
your membership to meet a ‘super cool’ girl in the Seattle area?”
she asks, her face darkening with anticipatory horror.
    I wanna laugh at the expression on Sarah’s face. Oh
my God, she’s so fucking cute, this woman.
    I nod. “Once,” I say. I scowl, but my scowl is for
Sarah’s benefit—mainly to match her look of obvious horror at the
thought of Jonas and me having been unwitting Eskimo brothers with
some random, nameless woman in Seattle. As far as I know, Jonas and
I have never fucked the same woman, and I’m certainly not fond of
the idea, but if it happened by sheer chance with a woman neither
of us cares about or intended to pursue for something more serious
than a one-night stand, it really wouldn’t be the end of the
fucking world.
    “Brunette. Piercing blue eyes—like the bluest eyes
you’ve ever seen—fair skin,” Jonas says, rattling off the
description of his Seattle girl like he’s doing the play-by-play at
a Seahawks game. “C-cup. Perfect teeth. Smokin’ hot body—” He looks
at Sarah apologetically. “Sorry, baby.”
    “It’s okay.” Sarah says—and, damn, it sure sounds
like she means it. Well, that settles it: Sarah’s totally awesome
in my book. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a jealous
woman.
    “No,” I say. “That doesn’t describe my Seattle
girl.” Honestly, I don’t actually remember my Seattle girl
specifically—my whole month in The Club is a bit of a blur—but by
Jonas’ description, it’s abundantly clear we didn’t hook up with
the same woman. “When I filled out my application,” I continue,
glancing at Kat, “I requested only—”
    I stop talking midsentence, thanks to the look on
Kat’s face: the girl’s sitting on the edge of her seat, looking
like she’s literally holding her breath at whatever I’m about to
say. Ha! What the fuck does Kat think I’m about to say?
    That’s funny. The truth is I was about to say
something pretty innocuous—but obviously, the girl’s imagining
something pretty fucking titillating, or maybe even really fucked
up. Well, far be it for me to disappoint her depraved imagination.
In fact, I can plainly see by the revved-up expression on Kat’s
face, it’s in my extreme interest to let this girl’s imagination
run wild.
    “Thank God, bro,” I say, making a big show of my
relief. “That would have been just like having sex with you.” I mock-shudder at the thought.
    Jonas flashes me his usual look of annoyance. “We’re
totally off track here,” he barks out. “The only thing that matters
is that these bastards have fucked with Sarah and Kat, and we have
no way of knowing whether they’re done fucking with them or if
they’re just getting started.”
    I lean back on the couch and sigh. Yep. My gut tells
me Jonas is overreacting to this situation, probably spurred on by
somehow trying to impress Sarah. “Oh, I don’t know,” I say, putting
my hands behind my head.
    Oh shit. Oops. I just unleashed Jonas’ crazy as
surely as if I’d opened the door to a rabid dog’s cage.
    “ Sit down, Jonas ,” I say emphatically, over
and over, in response to