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fight and run after women who were obsessed with his MMA persona, the way he acted on that big stage. I lifted my eyes and met his. The hazel of his irises, ever changing, looked gold in the evening light.

    “You have no idea what I want, Natty.” He stepped toward me, and acting on instinct, I backed up, my ass colliding with the hutch behind me. Before I could dart out of his way, Josh pressed himself into my arms.

    “What the fuck are you doing, Josh?” We’d spent so long running in circles with each other, both of us dancing back and forth around that undeniable spark of attraction that blazed between us. “Why the fuck are you—”

    “Maybe I just like to hear you curse,” he growled. He covered my mouth with his before I could even think, biting and nibbling on my lower lip, then lifted my hips and sat me on the edge of the hutch. His mouth was warm, powerful, overwhelming. I’d kissed boys before, and I’d even gone all the way once or twice. I wasn’t a saint. But this kiss, it knocked everything before it out of the water.  

    I try turning over again in my bed, pulling the pillow over my head. As many times as I’ve gone over what happens next in the story between me and Josh, the further I fall down into the rabbit hole of might-have-been. I think of that kiss, the dress falling away from my body, the flick of his rough fingers over my nipples.  

    I open my eyes and stare straight at the ceiling. The heat begins to pool between my thighs, sending little shocks of longing through my belly and down my legs, all the way to my toes. My exhaustion compounds my desire, making it pulse harder. Searching for relief, I reach down inside my panties and touch myself. There’s already a flood of wetness between my legs, and I groan softly. I try to conjure up the image of one of the doctors at the hospital, one of the surfer guys I met on Match, anyone but Josh. As my fingers move in circles over my clit, Josh’s face is all I can see—the jagged line of his nose, his full lips, those eyes, green and gold and amber and copper all at once. I think of the kiss that night. And more—I think of his fingers on my body, moving over my waist, flipping my dress up and lifting it over my thighs. I moan softly and increase my speed, and I’m wondering if his cock is really as big as it looks through his shorts.  

    “Josh,” I moan, my mind starting to tip into oblivion. I imagine his cock, long and thick and hot against my thigh. In my thoughts, I’m naked now, and his fingers are buried inside of me, gently hooked and massaging my g-spot as his palm rocks against my clit with aching slowness. In my bed, I spread my legs and slip one finger inside. I’ve repeated this scene over and over in my quiet moments, but never with Josh in the next room, never with his perfectly muscled body lying on my couch, only a room away. I slip another finger in and rock against my hand. I’d wanted Josh to fuck me with his expert fingers, my back pushed against the cabinet that held his mother’s china figurines. I imagine rocking back against the glass pane, my pussy drenched and throbbing against his hand. I imagine coming for him, the tea cups and Precious Moments dolls clinking in protest behind us. And then he’d cast his shorts aside and fill me with his cock, slipping in easily and grinding against my clit with every thrust…

    Biting my lip, I come hard, my toes clenching against the covers.

    After that, I sleep, deep and dreamless.

CHAPTER FIVE

    I wake up with a raging boner and the need to piss out the two liters of fluid Nat gave me. I groan and try lifting myself up on my right arm. My shoulder burns with the same crawling pain I felt after my stepsister jammed the thing back into joint—no, fuck that, it hurts worse than it did last night.  

    How do I know if she even did it right? She’s got every reason to try and fuck up my shoulder even worse.

    I finally manage to stand up and I gently pull my IV