Jesus fucking Christ. He checked the three bags. “Here you go,” he said, returning them. “No tasers. Good enough.”
Rachel looked amused but said nothing. She parked in front of the community center. “Have fun, ladies,” she said as the OGs got out of the car. “Don’t burn the place down.”
“That was an accident,” Wilma grunted. “Won’t we ever live that down?”
“No,” both Rachel and Adrian answered, but the OGs ignored them.
Rachel jumped out of the car herself. “I need to make sure Mike’s parents are here. If we’re going to bail, we need them to take the OGs back home. You can wait for me here.”
And risk her getting stuck at the dance? No way. He followed suit. “We are bailing,” he emphasized and leaned into her. He stopped himself mere inches from kissing her. He quickly moved away, surprised and horrified at how natural it had felt to reach for her, even in public. He was losing his marbles. Testosterone poisoning probably. “Let’s be quick about it.”
They walked in, and he lost sight of Rachel right away. Half the town was in the ballroom. One of his deputies was too. As far as he was concerned, all was in order. Time to bail.
He spotted Rachel talking with Amanda, Mike’s mother. Rachel saw him too, because she gave him a thumbs up. Good, they were done here. He pointed toward the exit.
They met halfway and walked down the corridor together. They were almost home-free when they heard a bunch of ladies coming their way. Rachel opened the first door she saw and pushed him in. “If we’re seen leaving together and we don’t have a plausible excuse ready, there will be questions,” she whispered.
Right. The only glitch was that she’d pushed them into a bathroom. She looked around in panic, so he took her hand and dragged her into the farthest stall. Maybe the women would pass them by—after all, this wasn’t the closest bathroom to the ballroom, but if that wasn’t the case, they needed a foolproof hiding place.
“Why do we always end up in bathrooms?” The only saving grace was that they were always clean.
“No clue.” She giggled, muffling the sound by leaning her head on his chest.
Now that no one was looking, he could do what he’d been dying to do for a while. He lifted her head, cupped her face, and kissed her.
“At least you aren’t in a foul mood anymore,” she whispered when they came up for air.
It was true. At the moment, horniness trumped everything else. Her little hands, pressing against his pecs, were scorching his skin. All he could see and feel and hear was her.
Until, of course, the main door to the bathroom opened and the horde of ladies came in, chattering.
“Fuck me,” he mumbled. Of course they hadn’t passed by.
An “Out of Order” sign was hanging from their stall door, but he’d locked it. Just in case.
Rachel didn’t seem to give a flying blip. Her fingers began moving, her nails raking his nipples. Fuck. He looked down and moved to stop her, but she lifted her face, her grin mischievous, and shook her head. “Quiet,” she mouthed. Lifting his shirt, she placed her soft lips on his chest.
The women were talking all at once, laughing and making a ruckus, but Adrian stopped hearing them. The roaring in his ears was too loud, Rachel’s lips too soft and moist, and he needed her too much. And that was just the start, because when she moved her ministrations south, his legs faltered. Thank fucking God he was leaning against the door.
He tried to stop her, he really did. He covered her hands with his when she was unbuckling him, but she nuzzled his hard-on, and that was it. He forgot he was in a public bathroom stall, surrounded by babbling women already a bit tipsy. He forgot everything except for her breath on his groin. He looked down—he knew he shouldn’t, but he did. She’d finished unbuckling him, and her hands were on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down.
Now was definitely the time to stop her. Too bad he couldn’t. His cock, already throbbing and leaking, sprang out, at the ready and begging. She chuckled softly and began placing soft kisses on his shaft.
Adrian braced his hands against the walls on either side, hoping that would help him stay upright, and groaned between clenched teeth. “Fuck. You’re killing me here.”
A part of him registered the chaos happening on the other side of the door. The loud conversations, the laughter, the water running, the blow of the hand-dryer. This was insane.
“Relax,” she whispered. Right, like that was easy to do. He looked at her. Wrong move. He threw his gaze at the ceiling, stifling a groan. He was going to come in about two seconds, just from her light touches. Adding visual input to that would be too much.
She splayed her palms on his abdomen and stroked upward until she found his nipples. After teasing them, she caressed her way back down while her mouth got bolder, kissing and licking his cock.
“Enough,” he growled.
Rachel didn’t obey. No surprise there; she never did. She kissed the slit on the tip and then engulfed the crown in her hot mouth while she fondled his balls.
Holy Mother of God. His whole body tensed. Too fucking good.
He wasn’t sure where he got the strength, but he grabbed her by her arms and pulled her up. “I said enough,” he whispered against her mouth. Fuck, she was beautiful.
“You don’t like it?” she asked, feigning innocence and licking her lips. Vixen. She was going to be the death of him.
“Don’t you see how hard I am? I love it, but I don’t want to bend you over in this bathroom stall and fuck the living shit out of you.” Which was going to happen if they didn’t stop. “Let’s get out of here and go to my place. Right. Now.”
For once, things went his way. The chatter was fading. The women were leaving.
He buckled up, grabbed Rachel by the hand, and dragged her out of the bathroom. No one was in the corridor. So far so good. Pity he wasn’t wearing his uniform; otherwise he could cuff her and walk out of there without anyone blinking an eye, used as the locals were to their clashing over the OGs.
They made it to his car, and she opened her mouth. “Not a word,” he ordered. He was too on edge, and they needed to get home.
Laughing huskily, she saluted him. “Yes, Sheriff.”
The drive to his place was a mere five minutes that felt like an eternity. As he parked in the driveway, the headlights of his car showed a bundle on his doorstep. It was XL, his face bloody, a big duffel by his side.
Adrian took a long, deep breath. He should have bent her over in the bathroom stall.
Chapter Eight
Rachel’s heart almost stopped at the sight. “Oh God. That’s XL dripping blood all over your doorstep.” She jumped out of the car before it stopped and ran to the kid.
When she reached him and XL lifted his face to her, she gasped. His nose was busted and bleeding. His lower lip was mangled, and his left eye was swollen shut. Multiple cuts and bruises were all over his face, and by the way he was holding his side, he must have some cracked ribs. She heard Adrian walking toward them.
“That bad, Grease Barbie?” XL mumbled.
Yeah, but he didn’t need to hear that. She steadied her voice. “What happened?” Not waiting for the answer, she helped him stand. “Never mind. Let’s go to the ER.”