Page 67 of Wild Card
“Is someone fucking in the bathroom stall?”
“Shit,” Dalton cursed quietly.
“Take it,” I growled. “They can just listen because I’m not stopping.”
I sped up, my climax coming for me. Dalton reached down, stroking his dick fast and hard, body tensing up as he neared orgasm.
“Oh, shit,” another voice in the bathroom said. “They’re really going at it. Lucky bastards.”
There was laughter. “Come on. Let’s leave them to it.”
Footsteps started toward the door, but I couldn’t hold back. Pleasure slammed into me. I bit down on Dalton’s shoulder, growling through my orgasm like a wild beast.
“Fuck!” Dalton cried. Then he was shaking beneath me, cum spraying from his dick, hole fluttering around me, drawing out my pleasure.
“Damn,” a light voice murmured. “You better fuck me good after the show. I’m all horny now. I hope my dick will behave while I dance.”
A deep, rumbly laugh answered. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
The door slammed shut behind our audience, leaving only the ragged breathing of Dalton and me.
Slowly, I drew out of him. He hissed at the exit, no doubt sore from my pounding, then reached for the toilet paper. He pulled off a few squares and thrust them at me, then pulled off some more for himself.
I discarded the condom into the trash receptacle, wiped my dick and hands, and tossed the paper into the toilet. Dalton cleaned up and did the same, then hiked up his jeans.
He turned toward me, his eyes burning with anger. “Did we really have to do that here?”
I swiped my tongue over my lips, savoring the afterglow despite his glower. “Didn’t hear you complaining while you were taking my dick.”
He huffed. “I’m a deputy. This is public indecency. We could have gone back to your place or mine.”
I scoffed. “You telling me you never hooked up in a bathroom at a gay bar before?”
“Not in the town where I patrol,” he said. “I can’t do this with you. Not if it’s always going to be like this.”
I’d only planned for the one hookup anyway. But his words unsettled me. “Like what? You loved every second of it.”
He shook his head. “I didn’t come after you for this, Axel. I wanted to make sure you were all right. You used sex to push me away.”
“I’m more than all right,” I said, infusing my voice with a flirty purr. “I used sex to feel great. Which is what it’s meant for.”
“I can see that,” he said flatly. “I’m gonna go. You can get a ride home with one of your brothers.”
“Hey, don’t be mad just because you can’t resist me,” I said, following him out of the stall. “That’s not my fault.”
“No, I know.” He nodded his head once. “It’s mine.”
He slammed out of the bathroom, leaving me wondering what the hell had gone wrong. One minute, he’d been begging me to fuck him—public bathroom be damned—and the next he was leaving me.
I drew a sharp breath, chest tightening. Well, fuck him.
I shouldn’t have gone back for seconds, anyway. Everyone always left in the end. Better to get it out of the way before I was hooked.
I didn’t need Dalton. Didn’t need anyone.
My reflection scowled at me, eyes bleak. I turned away and strode out of the bathroom. Onstage, a pretty drag queen with a purple wig was speaking into the microphone.
“I’m Sassy Solo,” she said. “I did my hair and my makeup, ready to star in this show tonight.”
