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  “What’s with you and busting in on me in the bathroom?” I say, not quite shouting now.

  I feel my face heat at the memory of him barging in on me at the cottage with my girl parts on display and his hand in his shorts. Damn it. Now I’m thinking about the near-sexing we did, again.

  Randy’s still smiling like a jackass. I think he said something and I missed it, too busy being mortified. And turned on.

  “What?” I ask.

  His tongue sweeps across his bottom lip. He has great lips. They’re full and soft and great for kissing. He brushes the hair out of my face, fingertips skimming my cheek. All my muscles clench. I’m pretty sure I could come just thinking about the things he’s done to me. Which is crazy, because I’ve always believed reactions like that are total bullshit.

  “I was just saying that the last time we were in a bathroom together, you were wearing a lot less.” His gaze roams over me and his eyes—the color of honey, or a sandy beach, or who the fuck cares—drop below my waist. He points at my crotch. “How’s your waxer doing these days? You get your situation sorted out down there?”

  My mouth hangs open. I close it quickly, then open it again, waiting for some sassy quip of retaliation, but nothing arrives. I don’t have a good comeback, or anything to say to that, because the honest answer is no. I haven’t had a chance to sort it out.

  I’ve been stuck waxing my own girl parts for the last month. I’m not very good at it. I keep missing spots, and I have to go over them with a razor. My vag constantly has patches of five o’clock shadow.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know!”

  “Wanna show me?”

  “You’re a pig!”

  In reality, I kinda do want to show him, even if it’s not the best waxing job in the world. Actually, I’d like to get him on his knees, drop my pants, hike a leg up on the edge of the sink and shove his face right in there so he can have an up-close-and-personal view of the hell I have to go through in order to make my vagina presentable for no one, because I’m the only person who sees it.

  I think I might need to have sex soon. With something other than my vibrator.

  “I hate your perfect face!” I hiss. Literally, I sound like a snake. I grab the lapels of his button-down shirt. Then I shove my tongue in his mouth.

  Shit. This is the opposite of what was supposed to happen.

  Chapter 2

  What Happens in the Bathroom Stays in the Bathroom. Or Not.

  RANDY

  I find myself pressed up against the door, the handle jabbing into my lower back as Lily rams her tongue down my throat. She breaks the kiss—if you could even call it that—and shoves away from me, but she’s still holding my shirt. Her nostrils flare a little, and her eyes—a shade of brown so dark I almost can’t see where her iris ends and the pupil begins—are glazed.

  I have no idea what I thought was going to come of following her into this bathroom. My only plan was to have some kind of discussion, since the last time we had words they included her calling me an asshole, as well as a slew of other creative insults, and she won’t answer my calls. She also wrote all over my clothes in permanent marker. I sort of deserved it. I like that she’s my kind of crazy.

  She shakes her head and smoothes away the dark, chin-length hair that’s fallen in her eyes. Her chest heaves with every breath. She looks hot tonight. Her jeans accentuate the fine, lean lines of her body. Her event T-shirt is tied at the side to accommodate how large it is on her narrow frame.

  She’s pretty much panting. It reminds me a lot of the way she sounded when I ate her pussy at Waters’ cottage. That was weeks ago. I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I don’t know why. I mean, I can eat pussy anytime I damn well please—not that I do. Going down is intimate, and bunnies have usually made the rounds. I’m not putting my mouth where a million other dicks have been.

  Hypocritical? Not at all. I don’t let the bunnies put their mouths on me either… for a variety of reasons. But Lily’s not a bunny, and she needed to be taken care of. Properly. So I went down on her. I drew the line at fucking her, though, because I didn’t want to feel guilty if she only let me bang her to get back at her asshole ex.

  It was the right thing to do, but I still have regrets. Especially since I know she hasn’t gotten back with that dickwad. Not that I’ve asked or anything. Miller offers up the information. And now everything between her and me seems to be sideways. Or it did until about thirty seconds ago. Anyway, having had my fingers inside Lily, I can say, without a doubt, the sex would be stellar. She’s one tight little firecracker.

  She drags my mouth back down and pauses when our lips are almost touching. I feel around behind me for the lock and flip it. I don’t want any interruptions right now. I pull her against me, trapping her hands between us. Then I brush the end of my nose against hers, all soft-soft.

  She lets out this tiny little whimper. It’s barely a sound; she tips her chin up, and her hips press forward. She’s got to be able to feel my hard-on. It’d be impossible not to. I run my tongue across my lip, over the scar from a stick I took to the face a long time ago. She tracks the movement. When she lifts her gaze, I take her mouth.

  This time when she tries to push her tongue past my lips, I force it back with my own. Her hands leave my shirt, fingers closing around my wrists as she fights to get inside my mouth. Not gonna happen. Not yet. It’s hard to kiss and smile, but I manage.

  She runs her hands through my hair. Yanking out the tie, she tosses it across the small room. I have no idea where it lands, but I sure won’t be picking it up off the bathroom floor.

  I spin us around so she’s against the door and work a knee between her legs. Then I start basically dry-fucking her. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This is a charity event. There are families, and kids. And here I am, locked in a bathroom with a girl who wrote TINY DICK INSIDE over most of my boxers. I’m wearing a pair tonight because I half-hoped I’d see her and this would happen.

  I cup her ass, squeeze tight, and lift her. She’s maybe five-six, five-seven at best, and I’m almost six-three, so I’ve got a lot of height on her and probably a hundred pounds. She’s willowy, compact muscle and narrow everything from her hips to her rib cage. She wraps her strong legs around my waist, another one of those strangled moans bubbling up.

  If it were possible for one human being to devour another, we’d be doing that now. She lets go of my hair and searches for the hem of my shirt. Her fingernails scratch over my abs. I bite her tongue in retaliation. She wrenches her face away from mine, banging her head against the door.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  She pinches my nipple, so I bite her neck. “Do it again and I’ll suck until I leave a mark,” I warn, parting my lips against her skin. It’s salty and sweet and so very, very warm.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Oh, I definitely would.” I apply the tiniest bit of suction and she gasps, her hands going back to my hair, fingernails digging into my scalp.

  I adjust my grip and grind up on her while I kiss along her throat to her jaw. I’m so hard right now. I wish she were wearing something other than tight jeans. The only way I can feasibly get inside her is to turn her around and take her from behind. It’s not my preferred position.

  I know exactly what Lily’s come face looks like. If I’m gonna fuck her, I want her eyes on mine when she loses it all over my cock. A public bathroom probably isn’t the best place for this to go down anyway, even if it’s wheelchair accessible and fairly clean. Public washrooms are more of a Miller move, or a Miller-pre-Sunny move, anyway.

  I keep rolling my hips and those little noises of hers get louder, so I cover her mouth with mine again.

  Her hands turn into fists, gripping my hair so tightly I’m almost concerned she’s going to rip it out by the roots. “Oh my God,” she groans against my lips.

  I pull away, checking to make sure she’s okay. She throws her head back, hitting the door again with a low thud. We’re making a
n awful lot of noise in here, but at least it’s an out-of-the-way bathroom.

  I push her firmly against the door with my hips so I don’t have to use both hands to hold her up. That way I can stop her head from smacking against the door. If she keeps it up, she’s going to have a bruise. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was coming—which should be impossible since I haven’t done anything but rub myself on her.

  “Lily?”

  Her eyes roll down to meet mine, her shock replaced by ecstasy. Her mouth drops open. “That’s not—I can’t—”

  “Are you coming?” Despite the lack of probability, I have to ask.

  She shakes her head furiously and stutters out a no.

  Her expression is suspect. I don’t buy it. Gripping her ass, I swing around so we’re facing the wall. Then I lower her to the ground. Her nails run down the side of my neck, and she claws at my shirt.

  “Why are you stopping?” She air humps once and wobbles unsteadily.

  I walk her backward until she hits the wall. She immediately starts rubbing her pussy on my thigh. There are way better places for her to do that. She tries to pull my mouth back to hers, but I have other plans. I pull her shirt over her head and hang it on the knob. Her purse is on the floor by my feet, crap strewn all over the place. Not that it matters right now.

  Her bra isn’t fancy, or lacy, or anything special. It’s plain, pale satin. I can see the outline of her nipples through it. I’ll get to those later. While Lily rides my leg, I pop the button on her jeans and pull down the zipper. Her underwear matches her bra, more simple, pale satin.

  I shove my hand down the front of her pants. She’s been taking care of things. I’m met with smoothish skin. But her jeans are so tight I can’t get my hand past the crest of her pelvis. I can feel how hot she is, but I can’t get to all that wetness. In her defense, my hands are big, so that only adds to the problem.

  Lily fumbles with my belt buckle and then my zipper. My erection strains against my boxers. She freezes, her eyes darting to mine in shock. Not because my dick is terrifying, although it kind of is, but because she can read the TINY DICK INSIDE she wrote on the hot pink material in neat block letters with black permanent marker.

  She bites her lip and makes a face, like she’s not sure if she should laugh, be embarrassed, or apologize—or maybe all three. She skims the waistband like she’s thinking about sticking her hand inside. “Why do you still have these?”

  “They’re my favorite pair.”

  “But—” She palms me through the fabric and rubs herself on my leg at the same time. Her eyes roll up, and she shudders again.

  “I think we’re both well aware that this is false advertising.” I move the hand covering my cock away and step back. Then I drop to my knees and yank her jeans over her hips, along with her panties, which are damp. It’s like they’re damn well glued to her body.

  “What’re you—”

  I slide a hand between her legs, cutting her words short. I glide over her clit and push two fingers inside her. I want to find out if I’m right about the spontaneous, untouched coming. She falls back against the wall and tries to part her legs, but her stupid tight jeans make that impossible. Her entire body trembles, and she cries out when I curl my fingers. That’s when I feel it: the pulse around my hand.

  “You’re coming.” I look up at her, shirtless, the strap of her bra hanging off her arm instead of sitting on her shoulder, her palms flat against the wall behind her.

  “No shit,” she gasps.

  “I barely even touched you.”

  “I’m as confused as you are.”

  “Bend your knees and spread your legs,” I order.

  “Wha—”

  I move my hand from between her thighs, eliciting a despondent sound. Gripping her by the waist, I duck under her knee and shove my head through the narrow gap so I’m face to face with her pussy. It’s not easy, but I manage. Then I lift her so she’s sitting on my shoulders with her legs hanging over my back.

  I hold onto her left thigh and slide the other hand up her stomach and under her bra. Her breasts pop out the bottom, nipples tightening as I brush my thumb over one. I cover the soft swell with my palm, squeezing as I hold her against the wall. I don’t have much room to move, but she’s already worked up enough as it is, so I suction my mouth to her clit and circle it with my tongue.

  “Holy fuuuuuuu—” Her legs tighten around my head. I abandon her boob and cover her mouth. I don’t think she has the ability to control her volume right now, or any other part of her, considering the way she’s flailing around. I don’t know that I’ve ever been with a girl who can come as fast and hard as she can with so little contact. Last time she came a lot, but it wasn’t like this. Maybe it’s because we’re in a public place and she’s into the exhibitionism thing.

  Whatever the reason, I’m all over making it happen again. She moans my name into my palm and bites the fleshy part, writhing against my face. The shuddering starts all over. It’s followed by a noise that sounds almost like a sob.

  I raise my head, my beard rubbing against her clit. I’m gonna need to shampoo the fuck out of it later. A violent, whole-body tremor shoots through her. “Lily, baby, you okay up there?”

  Her head lolls forward, her breath coming in short bursts. All she does is make a sound. Her eyes are droopy and glassy. She looks high as a kite.

  “Wha?”

  “You doing okay?”

  She shakes her head and blinks a bunch of times, like she’s trying to clear the fog. “So much coming.” It’s kind of garbled.

  I’m about to go back to eating her pussy so I can make that happen again, when a knock on the door startles us.

  “Lily? Are you in there again?” It’s Sunny, Miller’s girlfriend. She and Lily are best friends. This is an interesting situation.

  Lily’s eyes go wide, her panic comical. “I’ll be out in a minute!”

  She struggles to get off my shoulders, nearly taking us to the floor. It wouldn’t be so bad if we weren’t in a bathroom. It’s clean, but not that clean. I grab her hands and bite the inside of her thigh, sucking hard on the skin.

  “Ow!”

  “Is everything okay in there?” Sunny asks.

  “It’s fine. I’m fine. I just stubbed my toe!”

  I raise an eyebrow, and she mouths what? but she stops making things difficult so I can set her feet back on the floor and duck out from between her legs. She almost loses her balance, but I hold her hips and keep her standing. Before I pull up her panties I press a kiss above the cleft of her pussy, then add enough suction to leave a faint, purple bruise to match the one on the inside of her thigh.

  “Stop it!” she whisper-hisses, trying to push my face away.

  I’m stronger than she is, though, and she shifts her hips forward even as she pulls my hair, like she’s secretly seeking my tongue again. I lick her swollen clit one last time, watching her skin pebble, then carefully shimmy her panties over her hips. She takes care of her suction jeans, getting them up with far less difficulty than I got them down. Lily adjusts her bra so her nipples are covered again and pulls her shirt over her head. Her hair’s a sweet mess.

  Once all the best parts of her are hidden, I shift my hard, achy dick to the left so I can zip up my pants.

  “Oh, God.” She reaches out, then stops. “You’re so hard. I didn’t even—”

  “Don’t worry.” I wink. “That’ll get taken care of later.”

  “I have to take Brett home.”

  I shrug. “I can wait.”

  Her mouth drops—that seems to be a reaction I elicit from her often. “Oh my God! You’re such a cocky asshole!”

  “Didn’t you just come three times?”

  “Two point five, and I didn’t force you to eat my pussy!”

  “You’re the one who kissed me, and you sure didn’t seem to mind me eating you.”

  She jams the fallen items into her purse and hugs it to her chest. Elbowing me in the ri
bs, she pushes me out of the way. I don’t get how she can go from orgasm bliss to being angry, but then I don’t honestly know her that well. Maybe she’s got a split personality or something.

  “What’s the deal?”

  She flips the lock and turns to me, panicked. “I gotta go. I need to get away—”

  She wrenches open the door and stumbles out into the hall. “Enjoy the rest of your evening!” She motions to my crotch. “I hope your, uh, situation resolves itself!”

  “I was still hoping for some help with that.” I step out after her, buttoning my pants. Sunny looks from me to Lily and back again. Miller’s standing behind her wearing a grim expression.

  “Fuck you very much for the orgasms.” Lily slaps a hand over her mouth, like she can’t believe she just said that.

  “That was next on my to-do list.” I’m such an antagonistic ass.

  “Guess you missed that opportunity. Again.” She cringes and mutters something else.

  I was being considerate by not fucking her at Waters’ cottage. Seems like maybe she didn’t appreciate it all that much. “I could fix that if you want to come back to my hotel room.” I’m grinning. I can’t help it.

  “I would so…” Her eyes close for a moment. “I need to find my cousin!” She spins on her heel and rushes away.

  “Um… I’m gonna go deal with her.” Sunny points in Lily’s direction and chases after her, blond hair swishing.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, Balls?” Miller looks put out.

  I zip up my pants and inhale sharply, almost catching my boxers in the teeth. Now I want to find her again before she leaves. I haven’t resolved anything. The whole point of following her was to talk, not eat her out. “I should go after her.”

  I take a step in the direction Lily went, but Miller puts an arm up to stop me. “Uh, dude. Not before you manage yourself.” He waves to everything above the neck.