"You too! I'm so glad Carlin found you," I say, beaming at him. He just shrugs, but he's smiling.
I'm about to talk him up to Katie when Cass grabs my arm. "Come with me. I need to pee. Hey, Carlin."
"Hey, Cass." He lifts his beer in a wave, then turns back to Katie, leaning in to say something that makes her laugh.
Good for him. He deserves someone great.
She's yanking my arm, and I slide off my seat, let her drag me off. All the stalls are full, so we wait in the hallway. I stare at that third door, and boom. Pussy sweat.
Cass is nearly bouncing out of her skin, grinning like a maniac."Ohmygod!"she whisperhisses. "You are glowing. And he can't keep his hands off you. It's so cute. Also a little gross."
I laugh, flushing. "Sorry."
"Please, don't be. Just be happy. You deserve this after all the bullshit. Glow. Get handsy in public. You earned it. But like…after everything that went down, I'm floored. What happened? Somehow I can't imagine Grey caving and calling you--he enjoys punishing himself too much."
So I tell her the story briefly, unable to keep my eyes off the third door. She listens, rapt.
"So hedidcave. Good. He owed you that."
I laugh, but my eyes snap back to that door. There's a bomb behind it, and I want to detonate it.
Confused, she follows my gaze, then her eyes widen, a wicked smile rising. "Wait--is he in there?" she whispers.
I nod, my lips pursed.
She's giddy. "Is he waiting on you?"
My face flames like a bonfire. I nod again.
Cass is drunk and giggling and bouncing because she has to go. "Shit, I really do have to pee. Anyway, don't be embarrassed--fooling around in a bathroom at The Horseshoe is a rite of passage. Go," she says on a laugh. "I'll cover for you."
Relieved, I relax a hair, already rushing in that direction. "You're the best." I approach the third door and knock, saying quietly, "It's me."
The door opens, and I'm yanked inside to a whooping,Ow, ow!from Cass. And then the bolt clicks, and I'm pinned against the door, and he's everywhere, the kiss bruising. I'm gasping into his mouth, and his hands are all over me and mine are on him, in his hair, clutching his shirt. I almost fall over when he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine.
"I couldn't wait," he pants, his lips finding my neck. "You drive me fucking crazy, sitting in my lap in this skirt all night." He pulls one of my legs up, wrapping it around his waist, opening me up to slide his hand up to my ass.
"Grey," I moan softly.
"Say my name like that again." He squeezes my ass hard, his pinky finger brushing the leg of my panties right next to my pussy.
"Grey…"
He groans into my mouth, kissing me, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my ass cheek.
"I love this skirt."
"Do you?" I pant.
"So fucking much, I'm about to ruin your panties."
I start to laugh and say he already did, but then his fingers brush my pussy through my panties, finding me soaking wet, and I gasp a littleOh!And then he does the impossible--his free hand joins the busy one, fingers sliding into both sides of my soaked panties, and he rips them in half at the weakened wet spot.
I gasp, laugh, and gape my shock as he yanks the elastic bands of each leg to snap them, then watch him stuff my ruined panties in his pocket.
"Mine now," he mutters, gripping my thigh around his waist with one hand, the other reaching for my pussy. His fingers slide through my wetness, and I moan.
"Fuck, babygirl--you're so wet."
