But I’m pretty sure she’s just as obsessed with me.
I lean forward and bite her shoulder through the jersey. She arches, tensing, and swears. It’s only then that I begin to move, thrusting in and out of her with powerful strokes. She lets out little gasps, trying not to make much noise.
The bathroom door opens. The sounds of everyone in the lobby slip through, then dull again when the door swings shut. Someone enters, going into one of the other stalls.
Violet looks at me over her shoulder, her expression… still fucking hungry.
I wink at her, but I don’t stop. She’s holding her breath, I think. Her face is turning red. My hand goes around her front, sliding down into her wetness to flick her clit. I rub it hard, just the way she likes it.
Her fingers grip the tile wall, her knuckles turning white. Her head falls back, and her mouth opens.
She’s going to break and say something. Gasp, whimper, moan. Anything.
The girl in the other stall is carrying on her business. Maybe she can hear us and is mortified. It’s a quiet bathroom, after all. Just the sound of her piss, and then the flush.
Violet uses that noise to cover her own sounds.
The water turns on at the sink. She takes a fucking eon to wash her hands. I increase my speed, both my finger on her clit and my cock pounding in her. I’m gonna fucking come before this chick leaves.
But then the door opens, the noise seeping back in, and swings shut.
Fuckingfinally.
It seems Violet was holding out for that moment, too, because her orgasm hits her a second later. I groan, her cunt squeezing around my dick enough to send me over the edge, too. I stop fully inside her. She pushes back against me, her ass meeting my hips, and we both stay like that for a minute.
I cup her jaw and turn her face. I kiss her fiercely, then pull out of her.
She lets out another little whimper that sets my heart on fire.
“That was fun,” I say.
Violet snorts. Her cheeks are pink. I hand her a wad of toilet paper, then take care of my own mess. When we’re both presentable, she unlocks the door and steps out. Washes her hands, presses her palms to her cheeks. She meets my eyes in the mirror.
“Do you think she heard?”
“Baby, don’t know if anyone would’ve been able to miss it.”
She freezes, then shakes her head. Can’t tell if I’m joking or not, I guess.
We catch up with everyone on the sidewalk. Steele gives me a subtle fist bump, and I grin. Violet ignores it—or misses it. Her friends swarm around her, walking ahead of us.
There’s just one last thing to deal with…
And he’s in Boston tonight.
Knox knows the plan. So does Steele. We decided to let Miles keep his innocence another year, but this is going to bond the three of us harder than any hockey game.
We’ve all agreed.
So we follow the girls to the club. We dance and nurse our beers, waving away offers for another round. Until my watch vibrates on my wrist at eleven o’clock. There are so many people in this place. It’s three stories of dancing bodies. But I clock Knox and Steele moving through the crowd.
I give them fifteen minutes, then I tap Violet’s hand and motion for her to follow me.
She’s not as drunk as she probably expected to be either. I’ve been running interference on her drinks. Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t object when I turn and bulldoze a path toward the door.
We go down the block, back to the hotel, and into the elevator.
She grips my hand tightly, confusion all over her face. “Are you going to tell me what this is about?”