Page 5 of This Is War: All's Fair Duet

Breathless from our kisses, I ease back to stare at him through bleary eyes, my body on fire. Touching a finger to his lip, I draw in a breath. “You’re a good kisser.”

He shoots me a goofy smile, tilting his head to the side before booping me on the nose. That makes me laugh for the next thirty seconds while he smiles at me. “I’ll tell you a secret, Rya,” he whispers into the hair at the top of my head as he pulls me close.

The room spins, and I suck in a breath. “What’s that?”

“I like the way you kiss, too. You taste so fucking good, I wanna taste you everywhere.”

His bold statement has lightning zipping down my spine, striking right between my legs.Does he mean…?“O-oh,” I stutter, my eyes widening. “You do?”

“Yep.” As if to prove his point, he leans close, running his lips from my jaw down to my collarbone, nibbling and licking at my skin the entire way.

I drop my head back, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on me. There’s only one tiny problem. One that Ibelatedly realize Hazel had been trying to help me avoid earlier: I have to pee. Like really bad. I grit my teeth, putting a hand to my woozy head as I ease back, only to have Jaxon pull me close as he nips at my lips. I gently push on his shoulder with my hand. “Um. Jaxon?”

His chest rises and falls a few times before our eyes connect, and he finally murmurs, “Yeah? You like this, right?” His eyes flick back down to my lips, and he squeezes my hip with one hand. Beneath me, his cock has stirred to life, probably thanks in part to my squirming, and his erection between my legs like this is causing all sorts of desires to flood through me…

“I do, but I—” I blink for what might be a long time before my eyes pop open again and fight to focus on him. I bring my hand to his chest. “Jaxon,” I mumble, “this is kinda humiliating, but I gotta pee.” I fall forward in his lap, crashing against his chest, and laugh at how crazy this is that I’m going to have to empty my bladder in front of this insanely hot guy.

He throws his head back, chuckling. “Okay. Um.” Glancing beside us, he eyes what’s left of our bottle of rum. “We probably weren’t going to win anyway.”

“Sorry,” I blurt out.

Shaking his head, he shrugs. “No need to be sorry. We’re close to done, but notthatclose.”

There’s maybe a third remaining. “I’m game to keepgoing, we just have to take care of my pea-sized bladder. I can be quick.”Oh god, did I just mention my tiny bladder out loud?I cringe, hiding my face behind my free hand, then peek up at him from between my fingers. “I’m having fun.”

“Okay, you got it. Let’s do this.” He nods in the direction the only light has been coming from. “I think the bathroom is over there.”

Let’s?I try to stand on wobbly legs, but as I do, I jerk hard on his arm. “Oops.” Oh god.Right.We’re still… attached. I cover my mouth, giggling as my head spins and spins. “Are you okay?”

Jaxon huffs out a deep laugh as he gets to his feet. “Yeah. I’m good. Come on.” We follow the light to the door, both of us stumbling in our awkward rush to the bathroom. I stop at the threshold, looking up at Jaxon’s profile with a wince.

I blurt, “Is there any option my rum brain isn’t considering that is not absolutely humiliating?”No. No, there’s not.I can answer my own question, no matter how unsteady on my feet I am or how mushy my head feels.

A low chuckle rumbles from Jaxon’s chest. “I mean… I could pee in front of you, too, if that’d help. You know, take a we’re-in-this-together sort of stance?”

Heat floods my cheeks. “Omigod, no.” I shake my head and lower my voice before whisper-shouting, “I might see your dick.” I wave a hand in front of me before I burst intogiggles. “Nope.” But the need to relieve myself grows more urgent with every second.

“I’m not gonna look, Rya. Come on.”

Through the haze of my alcohol stupor, I recognize the unbearable truth: this is going to be the most embarrassing, awkward moment of my life. I groan, squeezing my eyes shut and clamping my legs together at the same time. With a nod of my head, the decision is made. “I’d never do this if it wasn’t an emergency.”

“Got it.” Jaxon ushers me into the small powder room with him. “How do you want to do this?”

Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes drift upward to the firm lips that were all over me just a few moments ago. My body gives an involuntary shudder as I try to pop the button of my jeans with one hand.

“Need help?” His lips have twisted into an amused smirk.

“I just need my other hand.” I tug our hands near my stomach, which brings him a step closer. Unfastening my jeans, I pull the zipper down, cringing inwardly at my choice of underwear. “Oh, shit. I wore the ones with the little flowers all over them.” I blink. “Fuck, did I say that out loud?”

He huffs out a laugh. “You did.” I don’t miss the way his eyes trail down the front of me, landing on the V of my underwear currently visible. “And look at that, they do.”

My face is already hot, so I doubt it’s obvious that I’m blushing. “Um.” How do I do this without showing him all my goodies? I weave on my feet for a second until his hand catches my bicep to hold me steady.

With the way this bathroom is designed, this isn’t going to be so easy. He’s on my right, and the toilet is situated next to the wall of the tiny cubicle we’re trapped in together until I’ve done my business.

“What if I stand against the back wall there? I won’t look. Promise.”

In a rush, I gasp out, “I don’t care. It’s fine. I’ve just—” He seems to sense I can’t wait any longer and takes the lead, moving into position. For a few seconds I struggle with my jeans. They’re stretchy but maneuvering with his wrist attached to mine is awkward, and as I yank them down—along with my panties—his hand brushes my bare hip. Nothing matters, though, not now, as I hurriedly sit. “Oh my god,” I groan with humiliation. It’s as if there’s a waterfall cascading from me, and it goes on for what feels like forever. No matter how drunk I am, I’m unsure if I’ll ever be able to look this guy in the eye again. I curse my miniscule excuse for a bladder.