Page 2 of Perfect Enough
I was suddenly propelled forward a bit when Nathan walked up and hit me on the back. He ran a hand through his brown hair and looked around.
Taking one look at him, I rolled my eyes. “You couldn’t even keep it in your pants at our cousin’s wedding?”
He grinned, and I swore I heard a few women around us gasp from what I’d heard other women say was his panty-melting smile. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
“Let me tell you, Josh, the women here can do things with their tongues that American women simply cannot. Or at least, they don’t realize how sexual their tongues can be.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t just hear you say that.”
He laughed. “It’s true. I just had the best blow job I’ve ever had. Came so fucking hard, I think I might have passed out for a second.”
My hands slid into the pockets of my black dress pants, and I rocked back and forth on my feet. “Another detail you could have left out.”
Chuckling again, Nathan leaned closer. “When are you going to give up this whole ‘I’m saving myself for a woman I love and care about’ nonsense?”
I turned to look at him. I hadn’t beenentirelyinnocent. The women I’d dated, I’d pleasured them while they’d pleasured me, but with our hands. There was something too personal, too intimate about letting someone put their mouth on my dick just to get off, especially when deeper feelings weren’t involved.
“Someday, Nathan, you’re going to meet a woman who’ll make you regretyoudidn’t wait for her.”
Another bark of laughter slipped free. “Trust me, Josh. The word ‘regret’ will never pop out of my mouth when it comes to sex with women.”
I gave a half-shoulder shrug. “Want to make a bet on it?”
We turned and looked at one another before he frowned and asked, “You want to bet me that someday I’m going to regret I didn’t wait for the woman I marry?”
“Or you meet a woman who makes you regret you didn’t wait.”
He narrowed his eyes before a wide smile erupted across his face. “How much?”
“A thousand.”
Without even thinking twice about it, he thrust his hand out. “It’s a bet.”
I turned to watch the happy couple get ready to depart and smiled. Someday, it would be one of the easiest thousand dollars I’d ever make.
Chapter One
JOSH
Three years later
Standing outside the fire station, I wiped a hand across my forehead before I got back to filling the chainsaws with gas.
“It’s hot as hell out here,” a fellow firefighter and friend, Larry Tanner, said as he finished topping off a chainsaw with oil. “Anything exciting happen earlier today?”
I shook my head. “The occupant left something on the stove. We just had to set up ventilation. They did do spot training for the aerial.”
“Shaw!”
Looking over my shoulder, I saw our captain, Eric Hurst, glaring at me.
“What did you do now, Josh?” Larry asked.
I shot him a dirty look. “Nothing. Well, I lost my phone.”
His eyes widened. “Your station phone?”
“It’s hard carrying around two phones!”